#you dont owe niggas shit

[lunityviruz]

I hate when bitches try and feel guilty about resting ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY NEED IT

[frank1nsaint]

Franklin Part 3

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

“Why you been dodging me?” Franklin asks you as soon as you open the door to your house 

You step out “I have no idea what you’re talking about” 

“Oh so those pages and calls to your phone?” he points towards the inside of your house “They didn't happen?” 

You shrug “I don't know maybe you dialed the wrong number” you had no plan to explain to him why you hoped he would just take the hint and let you be, it had been 3 weeks since your first date

He throws his hands up “Come on Y/N what happened? We were just good not too long ago I was gonna take you on another date’n shit” 

“I don’t think we would be good for each other Franklin” 

“Why you say that? we just talked about you not sabotaging” he points between both of you “this” 

“Im not” 

He leans in “You are” he argues 

“Franklin we aren’t good for each other just accept that” you state matter of factly before you turn to go in

He grabs your arm gently “Nah you owe me an explanation” 

“I don’t!” you answer defiantly snatching your arm away

“Yes the fuck you do. I’m puttin’ my best foot forward and you fuckin’ it up on purpose cuz of what? you fucking scared of the shit I do? Aint nobody gon touch you Y/N they dont touch Wanda  and her dope head ass what make you think they gon fuck withchu?”

You sigh “Franklin” 

“Nah fuck that Y/N” 

“You really wanna know?”

He nods “Yes I do, enlighten me” 

You pause “I can’t trust you Franklin”  

His face holds a confused look “What are you even...?” 

“After our date, some of your henchmen came up to me. Guess what they said to me?”

Franklin held his breath he feels his heart beat start to increase. You start to mock the mannerisms and voice of the men “shit I heard you and my boy Saint had a date last night” He shrugs “So i told them we went on a date big deal”  praying that's where the story ends 

You continue “Men I lost my $200 and my boy came up on a smooth couple grand” you pause and look at him “ha-ha my man Saint he a G tho” you return to a normal voice “then he proceeds to tell me that there was a bet between you and your fucking crew, you got two grand if i actually went on a date with you?” you scoff “if you were that hard up for money Saint all you had to do was ask I could have given you that and we wouldn’t be having this conversation” 

“Y/N let me explain” this was not as it seemed 

“Not even 24 hours passed after our date and I’m hearing you went rounding up your niggas so they could pay you!" you paused "And OH! if I fucked you it would have been an additional $3000”  you say sarcastically

“Y/N” he calls

You start mocking another guy “My girl Y/N, my sunshiiinneee yo yo yo shit if i had known all i had to do was ask you all proper and shit you would be my girl now. May I take you to dinner Y/N, miss congeniality” you tilt your head “they said you looked pretty in that green dress last night wish it was me instead of that nigga!” 

“Who approached you?” he asked with a deep scowl on his face.  

“I’ll give you that Saint. You played me good. You played a good game” you begin to walk away 

“Hold up, hold up, hold up,  who came up to you?” He asked again You return his mug “I’m not telling you Franklin! It doesn’t matter anyway you up 1 grand right?�� 

“Y/N listen I will explain later but who told you that? They are a liability to my shit!” 

You shrug “what that got to do with me?” 

“Tell me their fuckin’ names Y/N!” he demands

You sigh “you betted on me” 

“Y/N” 

In a soft tone you say “$2000 for the date, additional $3000 if we fucked, had people follow us, Big Saint, The Man, The Myth, The Legend show you lil niggas how its done” you pause “right?...... Saint?” 

He looks up and runs his hand down his face feeling like his heart was going to explode word for word you quote what he had that night (“show you lil niggas how its done”) “Y/N please just tell me who told you that and I will explain everything” he begs 

“If you wanted the money all you had to do was ask Franklin” 

“Y/N, I don’t care about the money” “But you still made sure to collect, right?” you pause “Then you got the nerve to get annoyed at the fact that I was sabotaging the date!”  you scoff in disbelief and begin to walk into your house 

Franklin grabs your arm “Y/N listen!”

“Don’t Franklin!”  you warn removing yourself from his grip 

He blocks the door with his body “Y/N This aint a fucking game who approached you?! I need to know!” 

You shook your head, you look him in the eye “I’m not gonna tell you Saint” 

He tilted his head and pauses with an offended tone he says “Don’t call me that, I'm not Saint to you it’s either Franklin or any other fucking thing else but I’m not Saint to you!” 

You go to say something else but decide not “Fucking Asshole!” you mutter looking down at your sweater pulling small knots that had formed

He released a deep sigh “Fine I’ll take that but you need to tell me who approached you.” he moves his head trying to get you to look up at him. You remain silent. “Tell me Y/N” 

You shake your head “I’m not gonna tell you Franklin”

“WHY?!” he pauses to gather himself “You know how serious this shit is?” “SO YOU CAN GO KILL THEM?!” “OH MY GOD AINT NOBODY THINKIN’ ABOUT KILLING THEM NIGGAS!” he looks around  and moves closer to you  “keep your fucking voice down!” he whispers harshly You scoff “It’s all good Saint” Almost immediately he sizes you up and with gritted teeth he says “What the fuck did I just say?”  

You feel shiver run down, it shocked you so much that you instinctively jump move away slightly, but you hold your ground still glaring at him before you step away and snicker and nod a few of times with tears in your eyes 

With instant regrets he breaks his stance and takes a step back to show that his anger isn't’ aimed at you. “Just tell me” he says in a significantly softer tone 

“I’m not gonna tell you Franklin, I don’t want their deaths on me because you decided to be an asshole all over $5000?” 

He steps towards “Y/N please”

You step away with your hand up “It’s all good Franklin, I hope you put that $1000 to good use” a tear drops from your eyes “Y/N” “No hard feelings really Franklin, but you know this can’t work ever, doesn’t matter your explanation.” another tear from your right eye begins to roll down “wish you the best in your business stay safe out there” 

“Y/N! No no no no please please please!” he begs gently grabbing your hand trying to stop you but also making sure to not scare you away 

You pull your hand away “Goodnight Franklin” you speak before closing the door. 

He looks at the door for a moment before turning and walking away towards his car. He turns on the car and begins to drive away “FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” he screams feeling the rage course through him as he speeds on the freeway

Franklin walks in and slams the door causing Jerome to jump up from his seat gun drawn “MOTHAFUCKA I ALMOST SHOT YOU WHAT THE HELL WRONG WITCHU?!” 

They hear footsteps before Louie is stand ny the door “JEROME? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? FRANKLIN!?” she comments frantically looking around for the threat “Not now” he grits out

“NIGGA WHO YOU THINK YOU TALKIN’ TO?!  WALKIN’ UP IN MY HOUSE SLAMMIN’ MY SHIT. I'll FUCK YOU UP!” Jerome bellows 

The phone rings and Franklin picks up “Hello?! meet me at Jerome house, now nigga, YES NOW! Bring Sean witchu!”

“WHAT THE HELL GOING ON FRANKLIN WHAT HAPPENED?” Louie asks “THEM LITTLE MOTHAFUCKAS DONE WENT AND TOLD Y/N ABOUT THE BET!” “WHAT? WHAT BET?” Louie asks

Jerome looks at Franklin like he has three heads “NIGGA WHAT??? YOU MAD OVER THAT STUPID ASS BET?” Franklin took major offence to Jeromes accusations, tilting his head to the side “You laughing but if I can't trust them to not tell a bitch about a stupid ass bet I can’t trust them in my shit!! They gone blow up our spot and fuck up our shit.” he points to his head  “You not thinking Unc” Jerome paused and realised the gravity of the situation 

“What is this bet? And what it got to do with that lil girl?” Louie asked as she looked between the two 

Jerome gently waved her away “I’ll explain it to you later baby just let us be” 

Louie scoffed “Shit mothafucka walkin’ in here slamming doors”

“Louie” Franklin commented 

“Nigga fuck you!”  

Franklin squared up Louie “AYE! AYE! AYE! WE DON'T NEED ALL THAT NOW!” 

Franklin huffed and turned to continue his pace 

In 10 minutes Leon and Sean arrived

“Nigga what happened” Leon asked gun already out 

“We got some rat ass mothafuckas in our crew look how they got Franklin!”  Jerome pokes fun at him “Nigga pacing around and shit over a bitch!” he jokes 

“UNC!”  Franklin warns

“What... happened?” Sean asked confused 

“Y/N told me that niggas from our crew approached her telling her about the bet”

“Soooo...” Leon looked at Franklin confused 

“So?” Franklin returned the expression “You niggas not thinking?” he paused “I GOTTA DO ALL THE THINKIN’ AROUND HERE??!!” 

“We don’t” Sean speaks trying to rationalise their confusion 

“If they running to tell her about a bet, a bet made between everyone in that room, what makes you think they not blowing up our spot?”

The men looked between each other the reality finally setting in for everyone that they could be completely exposed for anything at any moment. 

“Our competitors, our opps, our product,  our recipe, our schedule, our plug, our money, our peoples” Franklin states 

“We got it Nephew” Jerome comments wanting him to not continue hating the feeling of being vulnerable 

Franklin chuckled and looked around at them and in a whisper he sneers “and you niggas think I’m mad over a bitch when I got some snake ass mothafuckas in my crew??!! I GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS NIGGA!!” “My bad” Sean says throwing his hands up 

“FFFUUUCK! Round all them niggas up now” 

Leon puts his hand up “Now hold on its 2am we ain't bout to be meeting without cops spotting us”

“SHIT!”

“Look lets come up with a solution to figure out who them niggas are we start rounding people up they might start snitching even more” Leon strategizes 

Franklin nodded in agreeance “We gonna act like shit aint happen and take them niggas out one by one!” 

Jerome nods “Yea I like that plan!” 

Franklin sighs and sits down releasing the tension in his body

“We got a plan nephew unless you got something better?”

“No I don't.” 

Its silent for awhile with the 3 men (Jerome, Sean, Leon) talking to each other catching up on what they heard or whats going with their product

“Nigga what wrong withchu we have a solution” 

Franklin waves him off “Not now Unc,I’m trying to figure out how to fix this shit with Y/N” 

“Oh shit,” Leon comments forgetting that you were involved 

“Yea nigga, Y/N! they told Y/N!” 

“HA-HA you losing your mind over this girl boy! Now you know niggas talk worse than bitches sometimes. Gossipping mothafuckas”

“NOT NOW UNC” Leon shrugs “just go get another bitch, she aint the only fine girl that we know”

Franklin shot him an incredulous look “I don't want another bitch Leon I want that one!” 

“She not special her stuck up ass I bet if you called Tasha now she’ll literally hop the fuck out her bed and come fuck you” Leon wasn’t really a big fan of you, he thought that you acted too good

“I dont want Tasha, I want Y/N and that thing was a fucking mistake i told you that” “Hell no don’t call that crazy girl up here! Her bat shit ass bout got herself killed trying to sneak in my damn house talking about she just wanna see Frankie”  Louie comments 

Jerome chortles “BOY YOU HAD THAT GIRL GOING CRAZY BOUT LOST HER FUCKIN’ MIND. DICK HAD HER STUCK NEPHEW!!” he blares out a laugh 

Leon, Sean, and Louie join in on the laugh

Franklin ran his hands down his face “We gotta find them or this shit is not gonna last. If they can go run and tell Y/N what else are they doing? Product been going missing lets start there whoever them mothafuckas are they fuckin’ dead!” he grumbled. 

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[kulemii]

My being GAY experience story

OKAY so when i was 19 i had just moved back to my state from college- some shit had happened and i was returning to my old job where i used to work when i was 16. there was a lady there who was in her mid 30s. we'll call her K. K was very attractive to me but i never really acknowledged that i thought she was attractive because i didn't acknowledge that i was attracted to women. it was like 'i can see why gay women would be attracted to her but im not....not at all.'

K was very popular where we worked. Cool tempered (before her sous chef promotion). Personable. Friendly. Always smiling. Easy to get along with- it seemed. She drew a lot of people to her. When i was younger i noticed this but she seemed to kinda ignore me because i mean i was a kid ya know?

however, when i returned, she tackled me and gave me the biggest hug out of anyone. weird, because we didn't have a close relationship when i was there before. so i get my job back and it was like she was going out of her way to talk to me all the time but i didn't mind it- i really needed the friends. but over time i realized she would slip things in about her relationship status.

she was in a long term relationship

she used to be engaged

it's over now

she's single- not looking for anything

oh- cool! good, you should rush into anything if you're not ready for anything, K.

during that summer i was having trouble finding somewhere to stay, as i said i'd come back to my state from college (short notice) and my mom wasn't intending on putting me up long term. so i was looking to friends. at the time, K, was one offering to let me couch surf at her place. i was so grateful, dude. i didn't have a whole lot of options so i agreed. i was staying any and everywhere people would allow me to and that got me into a lot of trouble that year.. it got me hurt too. im in therapy now for some of it but i wont get into tonight but just know i've learned that not everyone is always as kind as they say they are.

i never initially gave K any indication that i wasn't straight. i'd only ever talked to her about guys. i was nice to her and sure, she would give me compliments, calling me 'beautiful' and i would accept them but i never thought they meant much of anything.

i started having issues with my mother and i took up drinking and partying that year. if there was a party, i was there. the place i worked, they partied like animals- they could afford to and the alcohol they serve was the good shit, shit i could never get my hands on otherwise so i tried showing up when i could.

at one of the parties, K took to 'looking after' me and i drank so much that my judgement was all out of whack.. i was completely fucked up and i wound up kissing her in front of one of my best friends at the time (not the girl i went to prom with- a different girl i dont talk to her anymore...she's weird.. after this happened she told me that she 'always thought she would be my first lesbian kiss'.... um, girl... chile, anyways so) and she just.... let me. then she took me too the bathroom and made out with me some more when i very clearly should've been prioritizing vomiting. annnnnnnnd someone we worked with caught us and suddenly the whole fucking party found out.

next thing you know, im getting a text from my ex who i denied dating because i was 29 and he was 17 and why did that even happen and he's grilling me like DID YOU MAKE OUT WITH K??????? ARE YOU GAY??????? (nigga since when did i owe you anything??? WHYYYYY DID I DATE MY COWORKERSSSSS???? WHY WAS I DATING HIM AS A MINOR?????? SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!!)

work for the next month or so is this weird minefield of navigating rumors or me being gay that aren't actually rumors because they're based on the fact that i made out with a woman and she's not helping me dispel anything. if anything she's playing into the rumor mill because i was the young thing that several people were pursuing but weren't successful and she 'got me' after one drunken night. and suddenly my reputation is ruined and i'm easy, oh and gay lol

and at the time, i saw her as a friend because she made me feel like she was on my side but now that i'm older i realize how much of this was so fucked up. she practically tried to force me out of the closet.

i remember crying to her several times telling her that i was straight and she was like, 'yeah.. but why would you kiss me tho?' BITCh urrghhh

THEN eventually, when i felt like, i had no choice but to just accept it. i was going to come out to my mom WHO WORKED WITH US. WHO SHE WOULD FLIRT WITH ME IN FRONT OF!!!!! i was pretty much trying to weigh all of my options and she was pretty much trying to tell me how i had to be gay. she was going to be the stud. i was going to be the femme. she was going to kick up her feet and i was going to spoil her and buy her shit. MIND YOU! I WAS 19 WORKING FRONT OF THE HOUSE AS A HOSTESS, BARISTA AND DINING ROOM ATTENDANT living from couch to couch!!!! meanwhile this bitch was 35 making bank as a whole entire fucking sous chef with her own place i----

NSFW AHEAD

and if anyone is curious, since i am telling this story i dont mind sharing the sordid details- we had sex ONE TIME and it was horrible. all she did was finger me and it was so uncomfortable. i just wanted it to be over. so i moaned a little loud and faked it like i would with a man and she got a swollen head about how she made me cum soooo hard and wouldn't shut the fuck up about it. and i'm just like ??????? damn so even women can't tell when we fake it? tragic lol. she couldn't fuck, but she was an amazing cuddler! i give her cuddling 100/10 stars🥰! no one has ever cuddled me that well again in my life which is saying alot.

anyway, my only experience being kinda openly gay irl was full of anxiety and a sprinkle of coaxing and intimidation 🥰 i never had a proper date with a woman. never had the whole, does this woman like me, is this gonna go somewhere? should we go out... thing. maybe i'll experience it someday but so far- nope!

[theuniverseawakens347]

FUCK ASS RETARD CON ARTIST VIVICCA A WHITSETT // ERYKA BADU UGLY INCEST TWINS

SHE MY “adoptive god mom” THIS LIFE TIME ANYWAYS THIS DUMMY RIGHT HERE AND CHRISTINA SIMOS ( sister IVF/ INVITRO) OWE CLIVE DAVIS W FUCKTARD LEE GARLINGTON AND JASON George ( Shayne Murphy and eryka badu child 🥚🏊🏾‍♂️)

ANYWAYS DONT CARE WHO BELONG TO WHO YAL GON FIGURE THAT OUR URSELVES IM NOT DOING EVERYTHING FOR YOU LAZY SHIT FUCKS.

But THIS BITCH AND BADU THE RING LEADERS TO THE DRUGGING PIMPING AND CPN / OTHER FRAUD GOING ON IN THE “free Mason “ COMMUNITY. AT BEYONCE .. JAYZ .. DIDDY STYLE .. as you go HIGHER INTO THE TIERS YOU GET MORE “perks” BUT YOU GOTTA DO SOME FUCK ASS LOW BALL SHIT ,

And ALL YOU WHO SIGN UP BECOME A SLAVE TO THE LEE GARLINGTON CLIVE DAVIS KRIS JENNER FAMILY SEED KLAN LIKE TRISTAN THOMPASON AND KHLOE CHILD OF OJ .. ROB LEFT KRIS BC NICOLE TRIAL WHO DIDNOR DIDNT DO IT,

HE DID IT. 🤷🏽‍♀️🖕🏽

KRIS STOOD BY HIM AND WAS PREGNANT AT THE TIME, ROB FOUND OUT AND DIVORCED HER ON THAT BACK END OR WAS TRYING TO BUT OJ FOUND OUT AND KRIS WANTED TO KEEP HIS $$$ AND RECORD COMPANY SO THEY SHOT ROB WHEN HE DIED BUT NEWS SAY CANCER ..

YOU ARE INCUBABYS YOU AINT COME OUT THE WOMB FORREAL, YOU CAME OUT A TEAT TUBE THE BABY THAT WAS IN THE ATOMACH GET RETURNED BACK TO THE HOMELANDS .. as I’m calling it ..

THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE “DOME” ..

And ways YA MOMS PUSH ONE OUT, and the doctor hands her a “genetically modified version” HAS ME OR MY ORGINAL BLOOD LINE IN IT SO THAT THEIR KLAN AT KEVIN SPACEY READING RN CAN ATTEST WILL KEEP A TRACC RECORD OF “slaves” GIRLS AND BOYS THEY PUT INTO THE INDIATRY TO BE TRAFFIC / PURPOSELY PREGNANT BY INCEST WILLINGLY OR WEIRDO SHIT,

Basically wanting RHEIR OWN “spiritually” CONNECTED BABIES TO USE TO CONTROL THE POPULATION MKULTRA FORM BY “voodoo” / “hoodoo” .. WITCH MAGIC LIKE SALEM WITCH TRIAL SHIT MIXED W PAGONISM..

Fuck the spelling,

SINCE YOURE A SLAVE YOU HAVE TO MY PROGRAM FOLLOW THE SIMULATION.. A FEW OF YOU GOT LICKY AND WERE LET FREE MEANING LEGIT CAME OUT THE COOCHIE NO SWITXHS BUT YOU WILLINGLY OR YOUR PARENTS HALLE X DDG SOLD YA BABY AND UR SOUL AT SOME POINTNTO GIVE UP FIRST BORN AS PAYMENT IE SNOOP / CORDELL / CORDE / CORRI / Julian = payment for record labels ..

ANYWAYS.. THE LKAN FROM THE FIRST PARAGRAPH STARTED THE SWITCH AROUND MEDOTH BC THEY WERE BROKE AND NEEDED TO OAY BACK CLICE FOR ACTUAL HEROIN METH AND WEED THEY STOLE .. IRONICALLY OFF MY DADDY THE ROCK ( POT) THAT OTHER SHIT IS THE WEIRD WHITE MAN VICTOR GARLINGTON WW2 MKULTRA MIND CONTROL UNDER A DEADLY WEAPON OF DRUGS TACTIC ..

Skipping pieces , cause FIGURE OUT YOUR OWN FUCKING SHIT IM SO TIRED OF YOU FUCKTARDS FUCKING W ME N ME HAVING TO FIGURE IT OUT MY FUCKING SELF. FAILED ME ON THAT DEPARTMENT OF “coming out” but I digress..

ANYWAYS THESE MOFOS RETURNED THE MONEY BUT FOUND FUN IN BEING SICK SINISTER BASTARDS WHILE THE QUEEN ME WAS ASLEEP AND TOOK ADVANTAGE OF MY FAMILY IN ALL PHYSICAL PLAINS ..

AND THEN PINNING THEIR FUCKED UP INCEST AND DRUG DEATH CRIMES ON MY FAMILY NAME TO EXONERATE THEIR OWN .. YOU YOUNGING STILL FALLING TRAPPED TO THE MKULTRA MIND CONTROL ENSLAVEMENT CAMP ..

NO LONGER IS IT INCUBABY “pick your child” IT LITERAL KIDDIE PORN AT JERRY FROM SUBWAY style,

THEN AS YOU GET OLDER YOU BITXHES LAUREN LONDON SOLD A LIFESTYLE OF LAVISH DREAMS TO SET UP NIGGAS TO “die” FOR A “become THE first millionaire in your family” BULLSHIT.

Knives out type beat, and MAFIA .. games sets ..THEN YAL NIGGAS SELLING NUDES AND WHATEVER ELSE OFF THE ORIGINAL BLOOD / CREATION OF ME N MY HUSBAND.. WHICH IS WHY WE ALL TO A DEGREE LOOK ALIKE..

“HAPPY HUNTINGZ” FIND YA CLONE vs THE REAL ONE..

FOUND ME N MY HUSBAND,

BUT FUCKTARDS DONT WANA MAKE RIGHT AND TELL ME WHATS UP, SO HERE WE ARE WAITING FOR THAT TO HAPPEN SO THE TIME LINE CAN BE RESTORED BACK TO FUCKING PEACE .. BUT THE LONGER I SIT AND GET ANGERY LEE KNOWS MY DADS ARE GOING TO KILL .. but she afraid cause she and her KLAN DAVID SPADE ALREADY ADMITTED THE FUCK AHIT OF MY COOCHIE PICS + BASEL SHADFAN THE KILLING SUSU “ money heist” POT ..

= FEDERAL FOR THISE WHO WILLING JOINED AND DID IT / vs JAIL TIME/ PURGATORY FOR THOSE WHO DISNT KNOW AND ADMIT FULLY THE PARTY THEY PLAYED in the never ending fucktard incest killing spree of VICTOR CHARLES MANSON ARLINGTON HOWARD NUGENT REGIME.

Like be soooo fucking frfr, CLEAN UP YOUR FUCKING PART. THIS SHIT IS IRRITATING. VIVICCA COME OUT AND OWN YOUR FUCKING PART MISS YOU LIVE IN A SHOE BOX FILTHY ASS APARTMENT , yo cats love me more, HEAD ASS BITXH. IDC ABOUT A FILTHY CAR IM IN IT RN CAUSE YOU DID THIS SAME WEIRDO SHIT TO MY MOTHER DARNYCE WALLACE RELLY LISA BONET .. ORIGINAL BLOOD YOU THEN DRUGGED AND SENT TO AQUAMAN WHEN I AWAKEN IN 2021 CAUSE SHE AWAKENED TO THE TRUTH TOO,

WHY YALL NIGGA KILLED MICHAEL AND WHITENEY AND PRINCE AND XXX AND NIP FIT BUT ITS SOOOO MUCH MORE THERE.. etc ANYONE WHO TALKS ABOUT THE MATRIX CAUSE THE QUEEN GOTTA WAKE UP, me.. AT BEYONCE ALREADY CAME OUT W CASSIE ABOUT THE TRUTH

Mans Clive’s end IS restoring my shit BUT THE REST OF YOU SMALL CIVILIANS UNDER LEE GARLINGTON AND MICHAEL HEIMOS AND ANDRE HEIMOS AND HOWARD NUGENT AND ANTHONY BARTON SHIT, an BEN AND TINA TICKNER

ANTI/ MASON / ILLUMINATI / KILL ADONDI CASHAY MONEY HEIST .. FUCKTARD AJA MILES FEDERAL AND DEPORTED .. IDR WHAT YOU CALL IT MAKE FUCKING RIGHT NO MORE MATEIX THERE WILL BE RESTORATION TO THE ORIGINAL SHITS .. like Futurama

AND IM TALKING MONSTER INC THEME BUT PLANET OD THE APES GET DOWN WAR IF YAL KEEP FUCKING TRYING ME IN THE STUPID ASS CAR.

Over IT over you OVER THE GAMES DONT CARE WHAT OTHER 🖕🏽 LEE GARLINGTON TYPE OF “movies” AT HUNGER GAMES YOU THREW IN THIS BITCH.

Like be so fucking frfr , the games are beyond childish and stupid and bitch grew up mentally and physically THIS time, YOU FUCKING NEED TO TOO,

“Miss none of this is real it fantasy”

THEN STOP CALLING ME FUCKING CRAZY WHEN I CAN READ YOUR FUCKING THOUGHTS AND REGRETS THEU MESSAGES.

AT CHRISTOPHER WHITE RAPING A DEAD BODY AND DAQUAN FILMING IT SAME W JANAE AND SHANNON T DOUGH IN THE HEAD AT CORREY C TOO .. AND SOLO? FINAO ..

ALL TELEPATHIC AND HOW A RIGHTFUL SCARY COUNTER PART THATS COMING FOR FUCKING W ME AT STICCY AT IAN 72nd N VERMONT CREW / AT WEST BLD JHENE AIKO / NEIGHBORHOOD.. DEATH ROW..ETC ORIGINAL BLOOD ON THE GROUND AND FROM THE SKIES,

GREEK / AFRICAN/ MYTHOLOGY AND ALIENS STAR TREK, ZENON w raven symone/ PLANET OF THE APES 2 .. acolytes..

LEE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY MATRIX TIME IS UP, NIGGAS IS WAITING ON YOU TO HAVE THE FUCKING CONVERSATION W ME AND FREE ALL MY FUCKING LOOKALIKES AND THEN SOME FROM FUCKING SLAVERY,

AT OBAMA TREVOR NOAH NOAH DECORSI DIGUSTED CAUSE YOU TOLD EVERYONE SOMETHING DIFFERENT AND WEIRD CAUSE YOU WANTED ME TO SEEM FUCKING CRAZY AND MENTALLY PHYSICALLY DIRTY AND YOU THE “GOOD” ONE TO KEEP SHIT GOING.

IN YOUR HEAD I AM YOU AND YOU ARE ME,

IN REALITY BITCH YOU JUST ANOTHER FUCKING CHARLES MANSON SCARED BITCH.

You’re 72 I’m 30.. like really my dude? TALK AND ATOP CALLING ME CRAZY BEFORE I LET “THE EAGERLY CRAZY HAVE YOU” 🙂🖕🏽🤷🏽‍♀️

[maurenislife]

Just to let yall know i aint looking 4 love that shit all a facade that shit aint real like ur lover u gone have 2 rlly fake that shit and make that shit up, just have them be your lover ur solid lover like ur person that’s gone do what u say and walk where u walk, BUY shit when u say u need it, fuck u when u ask, basically indentured servant.

Ur lover will never be ur “LOVE” dont get it fucked up, pple in relationships i see it now i see why! They faking with eachother indentured servants…. Looking into everybody relationship niggas cheating bro, niggas beating on hoes, doing fucking anything. Niggas dont b in love with that bitch just how it look, they need eachother to provide certain things like a lil plug in board.

Niggas want a bitch to be a bulletin board for all the things he like and believes

But in reality a bitch wants that too but dont need it, its all mental you see

Bullentin boarding for women a mental thing

I dont need both ways for u to be who i want u to be. I dont need anything but this boy and situation then ill just have my way,

Niggas need you to be who they want and think physically historically mentally

Everything gotta add up, but thats not reality… unless a bitch get to lying which most bitches do! ON ME

Thats why pple get married and divorced

Bitches who spin stories who lie they know what information to disclose as for me i could rlly give a fuck less but i guess i should cause that interrupts a niggas feelings for u

Im not sum white girl they aint gone feel too bad 4 me lol and they tell me how much idc how much i rather be somewhere else how much i could do etc.

Niggas know idgaf by my history they get insecure which they should, im insecure to a point bout like shit, ik theres other bitches out there, ik my spot is never secure which always turns out to be true feel me?

Thats why my investment depression comes from the connection not what goes on when im not around cause half the time i am around whatever shit corny as fuck

This shit really dumb as fuck though ill laugh in a few months but im trying to start as early as a few hours ago,

If i get something accomplished everyday

Every single day !

Whether it be errands

Getting money

Runnin script w a sponsor

Cleaning my room

Cleaning my car

Saving money

Getting my aesthetics fixed or done

I CAN SAY IN A FEW MONTHS ILL BE FARTHER THAN I WAS ALL SUMMER BEING STAGNANT N HAVING FUN,

Only thing a nigga can say bout me is what he know and thats not even everything

And this taught me how niggas do not care, its about if u stroking they ego!

Making sure he secure!

Next nigga i get hopefully more insecure, maybe ill be able to run ship more, that nigga got off the drugs head got hype cause of lame groupie hoes ! Idc lol bitches get replaced maybe even a better one !

But just know that hoe a liar 👍🏾🤧

These hoes all liars all the time!

Every bitch u ever meet trained up to lie for shit to b smooth, bitches change into who u want them to b not into who they rlly are

So idgaf who go where or what spot another bitch get, she aint earn nun 🤣🤣🤣👍🏾

[suiciderape]

chinese hoods meth 𝖈𝔥𝖎𝔫𝖊𝔰𝖊 𝖍𝔬𝖔𝔡𝖘 𝖒𝔢𝖙𝔥! zeus hell nah bitch the shit i posted before was fucking ghetto u dont want to no?! none of yall niggas are coming to this fucking compound! tryna take my shit bitch fuck u too im a femme skateboader bitch i told u ew! this shit mines bitch?? i dont know shit about what a high school and a chinese school looks like i live this shit u called the compound on the correct person i can help u in the fucking zombie apo but that shit geto real and we cant have shit in our life! so we dont care what u said we dont want anything get a life! to do with u at all daddy keeho and that shit is important to us bc it keeps me safe and i like that! so come play with me in my anti daddy? porno comic! bc i am an anti porn porn star and its hella much geto to do this shit dont fucking touch me bitch! get it out ow do u like me bitch? yes i love u! hell yea bitch wes geto real real tight jock hell no! so dont fucking woa im here and im doing this shit! no! i love him i love u and i want to fuck u slut! get away from me and i love you too!

[strawbxrryneptune]

Hood Bakugo gives me life.

I NEED you to write about the whole UA gang in the hood because this was just *chefs kiss*

Easily in my top 5 fav fics of all time ♥♥♥

Idk what you mean by whole UA gang but here's a lil smth smth

♡♡

Bakugou in the hood is beautiful. Dating him is like a religious experience tbh. He's definitely the plug/dealer everyone's afraid of. If you owe him money or anything, I pray for you. He does not take shit lightly, you will leave his place with 4 missing toes, and if you don't pay your debt by the end of the week, you won't have any legs 🤷🏾‍♀️. Carries a glock around all the time, but you wouldnt know cause he hides it. Has a temper but it's not as bad as it used to be when he was just starting out. He sits back and watches, the kind of gangsta that doesnt do the whole 'gang signs for everything' type shit, and he's not soft. For you, yeah. For his bros, sometimes, but if he needs to kill a bitch he won't hesitate.

He loves ass. Like if you walk into his crib and you're wearing shorts??

Game over.

He'll push you down onto the plush carpet of his office and make you suck him off while he takes drags of a blunt, offering it to you while you gag around him. If you accept, he'll have you blow rings around his cock while you suck it, then when he's about to cum he'll pull you off and fuck you from the back, grabbing at your ass and cursing into the air.

Gives you a smack on the ass and a bunch of rolled hundreds so you can go shopping. Get as much shit as you want, but at the end of the day you better be in his bed.

♡♡

Denki's headass is a fake hood nigga . He's probably a super senior (got held back lmfao) cause he kept getting caught either blowing bitches backs out in the stairwell or hot boxing the bathroom. When he was in high school, he was def the type to put a speaker in his backpack and blast NBA youngboy. He throws gang signs in the hallways, not even knowing what some of them really mean.

He's been shot at multiple times.

The only reason he's not always in trouble is cause he and Bakugou grew up together. No one fucks with Bakugou's crew.

He has an unhealthy obsession with tits for sure. He sees you in a tank top or an off the shoulder and hes pulling you to a secluded corner and kissing you breathless, hands tugging and pinching at your chest.

Loves when you ride him cause he can watch your tits bounce.

Even if you dont have big ones, he still loves them, sucking at your nipples and rubbing up and down your stomach.

Leaves lots of marks.

Would die for you. Has threatened to shoot your parents for making you cry, even though all he has is a pocket knife.

Has to beg Bakugou for a glock.

♡♡

Sero is the plug. Like, Bakugou does some runs for him occasionally but Sero has everything. He's always in this really ratty recliner with a pitbull at his feet, smoking a blunt and playing some dumbass game.

He has so much money constantly, its crazy.

Even tho what he does is against the law in so many ways he's friends with all the neighborhood cops. Mans never gets in trouble LMAO.

He and Bakugou are the ones who run shit.

He loves thighs. Around the house you're only allowed to wear short shorts and thigh thighs. Or, even better, naked with thigh thighs 👀

Sadly, the last option is virtually impossible cause there's always people coming in and out.

But when he isnt working, he loves to lay you down and feast on you, making you play his game or try to finish his blunt without choking or losing.

Goes down on you for hours, won't even fuck you unless you beg for it.

Doesnt give a shit about himself when it comes to you :((

♡♡

Kirishima isnt a part of the hood LMFAO

Hes like that one friend who everyone loves but doesnt belong there.

Like Jaden, Shawn, Daeshawn, and Mark.

We love Mark.

Kiri was Bakugou's childhood best friend. He and Bakugou went on different paths, and Bakugou is a growing gangsta while Kirishima is manager in training at Game Stop.

He doesn't smoke often but when he does it's really fun.

Gets the gang discounts at the store, even tho they can all afford to buy the entire Gamestop chain.

That's why Sero has every new Play Station, Balugou has every Xbox, Denki has all the Legend of Zelda merch, Mina has a bunch of cute plushies.

He always comes in clutch 😫

He loves everything about you.

Like he cant pick a favorite body part, but loose clothing (sundresses, baggy clothes, his clothes??) Makes him lose his mind.

He will lift up whatever you're wearing finger you till your creaming all over him, then slide home and make your legs shake for days.

Feral Kirishima is not a common thing, hes usually sweet and doting, the ultimate service dom, but wear his shirt with some thigh highs or a garter belt?? Or even his uniform shirt ??

R.I.P that pussy, ayyy

♡♡

Mina is literally the most fun out of all of them.

She always has some type of substance on her, a little flask, some weed in a cute baggy, some suspicious pills, you name it.

Always dresses in juicy merch.

Shes always wearing those silky sweat outfits with the crop jackets, with a gold chain and some filas.

Nails always done, hair always done.

Ms. Girl can fight, period.

Will and has beat a bitch for you.

Don't get her mad. She angry cries, and will swing on you if needed.

She also loves everything about you, but she be staring at your ass a lot.

Doesnt care what you're wearing, she will smack it.

Shes usually more domineering. Shes definitely a switch, but she takes control in the way that she knows what she wants and she'll guide you through it, even if shes "subbing"

Loves going down on you.

She gets insecure sometimes when you wanna eat her out, but always shakes in pleasure at the end of the night, manicures nails scraping down your back and scalp as she screams your name.

You literally have no idea what she does or where she goes when she disappears randomly, but she always has cash.

No one asks questions tho

♡♡

Let me know if you want a Dekusquad or individual fic/drabble :)

[kouhaiofcolor]

You niggas could just be transparent ab the petulant, festering hatred you have for your mothers instead of being so obsessively committed to creating opportunities to shit on black women. On God yall could really just hold yall nuts & stfu — cus if these crackers & nbpoc dont owe yall coonish asses nun (since yall loooove to entertain em for free at black people's every communal & cultural expense) then dont nobody owe yall a goddamn thing fr. And yall damn sure dont deserve anything yall feel Black Women somehow owe yall — which is nothing anyhow. Yall seem determined to learn that shit the hardest way possible tho. Tf be wrong witchall..? The bitterness be so dark. So projective. Like lolol are you kidding me??

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Erik and the reader in the middle of fucking and the reader tells him, “Erik, I wanna have yo’ baby, please”

“Erik! Up here!”

Erik looked up into the VIP section, his friend with benefits aiming her camera into his face.

“Smile for me!”

He flashed her a smile, all that gold in his bottom row teeth gleaming.

“Thank you friend!”

Erik shook his head away from her, going back to his drink and his group of guy friends. Y/N was dragged along with Erik’s occasional fuck buddy and friend from child hood, Draya. She wasn’t down for coming at first but Draya practically begged her ass to join so she wouldn’t be the only girl there with a group of guys. Plus, she needed some help rounding these niggas up since they were drinking every single bottle brought to them empty. Y/N tried to keep her eyes off of Erik, really tried. She still wasn’t over the way he fucked her the last couple of times. She was afraid Draya would take notice, maybe smell Erik on her.

“You good, girl?” Draya asks, shaking her hips to Drake- Nice For What.

“Yes, just tired,” Y/N didn’t get one look from Erik that night. She wanted him to look her way, she really wanted those eyes on her. She assumed it was because of Draya.

“It’s cool, sis, Erik was checking you out the minute we stepped into this bitch.”

Y/N stopped dancing, covering her face with embarrassment. She really wanted to go now.

“Why are you acting so ashamed? Y’all fuck?”

Draya held nothing back. Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a seat on the couch within the VIP section. She was thankful that they were in a club, everyone focused on the loud music and drinking.

“Girl, you ain’t gotta act like that with me, Erik dont owe me shit. We’re just friends who fuck around from time to time.”

Y/N stared at Draya. She sounded sincere and had a confidence in the way she spoke that made Y/N believe her.

“Girl,” she shook her head, taking a sip of her drink, “I know y’all had sex. Just tell me.”

Fuck it. Might as well admit to it.

“Yeah.”

“You dont have a man I don’t know about do you?”

“No.”

“So then what’s the damn problem?!”

Y/N wanted Erik to be her man for sure. It was the way he attracted other women. He had this sexy allure and he wasn’t even trying. The shit drove her crazy. He gave off this vibe were anyone wanted to be near him and be like him. She wanted him balls deep in her pussy. That man fucked like he was born to fuck. She wanted him to cum all in her...

“Fuck, you are hooked.” Draya was all laughs.

The minute Y/N looked away from Draya, she caught Erik’s eye. The bitch dancing on him didn’t even matter. She was shaking her ass all on him and Erik wasn’t paying her no mind. Y/N liked that shit. She liked it a lot. He didn’t look away for one second, didn’t even blink. Y/N’s breathing was getting a little heavy. She took the rest of her drink to the head, feeling Drayas hand on hers to bring her attention back to her.

“I can understand, sis, he fucks with so much power. Who am I to deny some top shelf dick to another woman? Erik likes to fuck. It’s just how Erik is. You know. He make you scream his name and ask for his baby yet?”

“Um...” Y/N leaned back and squinted at Draya.

“You sure you aren’t whipped?”

“I love it, any woman would love good dick, but Erik isn’t the man for me. We’re good the way we are.”

“I don’t see how you can fuck him and not want more! He drove me crazy twice and you just straight up casual with it like his good dick don’t have a serious effect on you.”

“How did Erik fuck you the first time? When did it happen?”

Y/N did not need this. She really didn’t need the entire image to pop up in her head like that. But now that it did...whew. Erik wasn’t playing with Y/N.

Erik was staying at Draya’s about a week ago on a Friday night. Draya was working late at the strip club as a bartender and Y/N was off that night so she stayed home to study for finals. Draya and Erik had some wild ass sex a few hours before and now he was stretched out on her bed, sleeping wild and wrapped in the covers. Y/N had to walk past Drayas to get to the bathroom. She stood in Drayas door way, looking at Erik’s sleeping body. He was sleeping on his back, that thick as fuck dick print bulging out of the sheets. He slept so damn pretty. She could still remember the way he looked at her earlier while they sat around eating pizza in the living room. She was like Drayas little sis. Draya was about 6 years older than Y/N and so was Erik.

She needed a hot shower just from admiring him. The inner hoe in her wanted to go in that room, lift the covers back, and see that dick up close. Maybe put it in her mouth and see how it tastes. That would wake his sexy ass up for sure. Y/N made it to the bathroom, slightly closing the door to let some of the steam out. She stripped down out of her ex boyfriends basket ball shorts and wife beater, nothing on underneath. Y/N opened the cabinet that held all of her and Drayas hair products in it, grabbing her silk Louis Vuitton scarf to wrap her TWA. Y/N turned on the shower, making sure it was extra hot to burn away the nerves that tingled from thinking about sucking Erik’s dick.

She pulled the black shower curtain back, stepping inside. The water was the perfect amount of hot and it was actually working. Even scrubbing her pussy under the water didn’t make her think about Erik. Y/N leans out of the shower, grabbing her phone to put on her R&B playlist. Tory Lanez new album played, Y/N going back to scrubbing her body down. While she was scrubbing her ass cheeks the bathroom door could be heard opening and then the shower curtain was pulled back roughly. Standing before her, with a towel around his waist, was Erik himself. He looked just as shocked as Y/N did, covering her body as best as she could but she only had two hands and a lot of ass, titties, and a pussy.

“Shit-I-I-I thought you were Draya. Shit-damn-fuck, I thought you were Draya,”

“Shit, she got pulled into work at the last minute!!” Y/N slaps her forehead, one of her titties falling from her hand. Erik’s eyes were zeroed in on her breast, watching the hot water hit it.

“Fuck,” Erik didn’t hold that one back at all.

“What?” Y/N has her breast again, backing away a little. She was growing hot and it wasn’t the water. He was all prepared to shower and everything. She could only think about that dick right now...

“You got some big titties Y/N.”

“Um, E, I don’t think...”

“Why not,” he held her gaze now, “You don’t want me to see them? I can walk away. I mean, it’s a little too late for that shit I know exactly what Draya little friend got going on now, Mhm.”

That Mhm had her closing her eyes.

“Look.”

Y/N opens her eyes to find Erik without the towel around him. She felt oxygen deprived. Holy Shit. He was really really nice down there. All long, thick, veiny, smooth, chocolate, nice heavy balls, and hairless. She had never seen nor had a dick like that. Ever. No wonder Draya fucked Erik from time to time when she felt like it. Just call Erik up if you wanna feel dick in your spine and guts. Call him up if you wanna he bed ridden for about 24 hours. She didn’t know how long she was staring, but Erik didn’t stop her. He waited for Y/N to pick her jaw off the floor and speak.

“Umm,” she finally broke away, looking back up at Erik with nervous eyes, “It’s-its really nice, Erik.”

“You want some company?” He says all low and tantalizing.

Y/N crossed her legs, pressing her hands further into her breasts, “Erik,”

“How long Draya been gone?” He asked with a raised brow, looking over his shoulder then back at her.

“For about an hour now.” Y/N trailed her eyes back down to his dick again.

“See? That gives us plenty of time to play.”

She bit into the side of her bottom lip, “Play?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “freaky play,” His voice got even lower, drawing her in, “Don’t you want me to play in that pussy, Y/N?”

“Yes.” She wasn’t going to lie. They both knew she wanted him to. All those looks, all the times Y/N caught Erik leaving Drayas room in the middle of the night after hearing them fuck. It was only a matter of time before Erik had Y/N as well.

“Okay, turn around.”

Y/N finally let go of her breasts, walking towards Erik and turning around. She placed her hands on the shower wall, looking back at Erik while he admires her wet mocha skin.

“Bend over, pretty girl.”

Y/N arched against the wall, poking her wet juicy ass out at Erik. Erik’s hands on her skin set a flame within her. He was so gentle with the way he massaged her cheeks. That all changed when she felt him smack her ass. It was sudden and alarming but she liked it. She’d never been spanked like that before. Now, he had his fingers on her pussy, moving up and down all slow and soft. He was working her wetness all over her pussy. She almost fell forward when his thick fingers pulled her pussy lips apart to rub all in there.

“Mmmmmuhhhhh,” she moaned.

“You loving that I see.”

“Yes, I love that.” She responds with difficulty.

“You really gonna love this.”

He got down on his knees, Erik burying his face in her pussy. She let out a sharp moan, reaching back to hold both of her cheeks open. Her feet slipped a little along the shower floor, making a loud squeak sound but Erik had her legs now, using his mouth and strong jaw to ear her slit. She tried to look back at it but her body was so weak. Now, he wrapped his entire mouth over her pussy, moving around and around, pulling and sucking and slurping on her. She was a heavy squirter so Erik was definitely covered in it for sure. Now, he was moving his tongue on her clit, Y/N’s moans and pleads growing louder and louder over her music.

“You got a phat wet puss, Y/N.” He was French kissing her clit now, “You just letting me eat this pussy. You gonna let me eat it until Draya get here? I’ll let you sit on my face and cum in my mouth. Use my mouth, baby girl.”

“Fffuuuk. You are...so nasty.” She was cumming, unable to control herself as she definitely used Erik’s mouth.

“Mmm, THATS IT. Use me, Bitch.”

Now, Erik was to his feet again, hand around his dick, pre cum oozing our in a long string down to the floor. He opened his slit, showing Y/N the rest of his pre cum before taking his thumb to smooth it all around. If it looked that tasty she could only imagine how his cum tasted.

“It’s so damn big.” Y/N says with disbelief.

“Say that shit when I’m in there deep.”

Erik rubbed his dick up and down her pussy, covering his dick with as much of her wetness as he could. He knew he needed to work her up to it. But he was also ready to bury himself in her velvety walls because she was damn tight.

“I just wanna beat your shit up, ma. You gonna let me beat it up real good, even if it’s too much? Once I’m in there that’s it I ain’t gonna wanna come out.”

That made her heart flutter. He was really making this moment even better. At this point, she didn’t care if Draya came back home. As long as Erik’s long thick dick was in her, she didn’t give a fuck about anything else.

“Fuck me, please?” She asked with desperation.

“You asked so nice and sweet I gotta do it for you, pretty girl.”

Erik finally let his dick rest at her entrance. He pushed forward, his head slipping inside first, that alone splitting her open. Then, his shaft squeezed in too, trying to make room for all ten inches of him. It was going and going and Y/N didn’t think it would ever end. It hurt so good though. She gasps when he was fully in, his balls smacking her clit.

“Please fuck me,” she begged. Y/N was holding onto the railing in the shower now. Erik pulls all the way out to the tip of his dick, before sinking back inside. He did this over and over until Y/N was dripping to the shower floor; literally. Now, her pussy was making squelching sounds, his dick sliding in and out like she’d been lubbed down heavy. He picked up the pace, watching her face to make sure she reacted to what she was feeling, sure enough, Erik had her making so much noise. She was talking nonsense and gibberish.

“You’re a slut for letting me fuck this tight pussy. Got this pussy so wet, fuck, keep wetting my dick up!”

“Erik! You got my pussy dripping!” Her eyes closed, face smashed against the shower wall. He was really giving her heavy back shots in that shower. Had her ass bent over and taking his dick. Erik couldn’t hold back how much he was loving it. She was so damn tight and super soaker wet.

“Make me cum, please? Make my pussy cum all over you, please, please, please! Ahhhhhmmmfuckkkkk!!!” She gave him a silent scream before cumming on his dick.

“SHIT! Take it, slut, take it, take it-fuck!!”

Erik pulled out, cumming on her ass and pussy lips. He was shooting out ropes of cum, the most he’d cum in a minute. And it happened before he wanted it to. His impressive cum load made Y/N smile, her fingers reaching behind her to grab some of it, tasting the sweet cum. He must eat a lot of pineapples....

——

“Damn, in the shower?” Draya had low lustful eyes at that damn story. Y/N was even turned on. She didn’t even give all the details for that first time. He made her sit on his face and he fucked her again from the back on her desk chair with her ass poked out. He was fucking her in a circle since it swiveled, her window all open and she was sure people could see and hear.

“What about the second time?” Draya was full on in story time mode. Y/N looked over towards Erik and noticed that him and his boys were still in party mode, dancing and rapping to the music.

“You better not go home rubbing your pussy to this, Draya!”

“Shit, I just might,” she laughed into her cup.

Y/N scoots closer towards her, curling a single finger for her to come here. When Draya did, Y/N laid it on her....

——

Erik came back over another day when Draya was out. He specifically made sure of that because he didn’t need his home girl knowing that he was fucking her “little sis”. He grabbed the spare key from over the top of the door, opening it, satisfied to hear Y/N moving around in the kitchen. The minute he walked inside, he was blessed with the sight of Y/N wearing a pair of white cotton panties that looked painted on, a pink bra, and that cute curly TWA out. Her skin was so damn smooth and chocolate. It reminded him of maple syrup. She tasted like syrup too.

“Hey, beautiful.”

She was startled, turning towards him with a jiggle of her ass.

“Erik?!” He could see a shiver run up her spine.

“You cooking something,” He tried to see what she was up to.

“Just, mushroom Alfredo.”

He was hungry too. He could get some good pussy and some food. That was a plus.

“You gonna feed a nigga? I’m gonna be here for a while if you know what I mean,” he gave her a big dimpled grin.

“No, I don’t know what you mean.” She tried to play it off.

“You do,” Erik walked up on her short frame, making her turn towards him.

“You’re brain working now?” He was bending lower to bring his face close to hers. She looked from his nose to his lips, licking her own.

“E,”

“Shhh,” he pressed his finger against her mouth before rubbing her lips, “I know your still hungry for me, shit, I know I want you that’s for damn sure. And I came here to get it. You’re gonna give me that pussy, Y/N.”

“Fuck,” she gave him a defeated look that only made him happy. He kissed her neck, dragging his hands down her back and under her ass, lifting her up and to her bedroom. Erik was so damn generous when he fucked. He was really into kissing and he was really good at that shit. He had Y/N sopping wet with his tongue and lips on hers alone. Finally, in her room, Erik places her on the bed, Y/N getting on her knees in front of him to undress him fully. She had her lips parted, eyes on her every move with each piece of clothing that fell. Now, he was standing before her fully naked again. She ran her hands up and down his body, memorizing every muscle, scar, hair, and birth mark. She especially liked the birthmark he had on his abdomen. She licked it, causing Erik to hiss.

“Grab my balls and squeeze it with those soft ass hands,” he demanded. Y/N did what she was told, squeezing his hairless nut sack. His eyes fluttered shut, hands reaching out to caress her shoulders.

“You have such a pretty dick, Erik,” she was nibbling on her lip.

“Oh yeah? What you love about this dick?”

“It’s so long and thick, Daddy. Such a fat head and a fat sack. It’s so much dick daddy I don’t know if my mouth could take it all but I’ll try, Daddy.”

“You nasty bitch, let me take this shit off you.”

Erik hovers over her short body, unclamping her bra and lowering her panties. She left a big ass wet spot in her underwear. He was sucking her nipples now, flicking them with his tongue too. Now, he was placing soft kisses on her belly while his hands flicked her hard nipples, enjoying her soft moans. She was driving him crazy.

“You got me ready to eat this pussy again. Look at you,” He was between her legs, his lips kissing her pussy softly.

“You’re so delicate with a nice tight pussy I gotta give you soft wet kisses.”

“Fuck, you got me so wet,” she spread her thighs, sitting up on her elbows.

“Let me hear it,” Erik whispers.

She takes her fingers, sucks on them, then puts them in her pussy. She wiggles her fingers around in there while giving him an erotic look. Erik could hear it alright. It was so damn loud in that quiet room.

“How does it sound? You hear it?” She was all in her pussy. Three fingers deep.

“Oh, I hear that pussy. Got my mouth watering.”

“Eat me, please?” She brought her fingers to her clit to rub.

“You are a nasty little slut. Playing in this tight pussy and begging me to eat it and fuck it. You must want me to have you dick whipped and begging for all this dick and cum, huh?”

“I want you to cum in me.” She opens her pussy lips, “I wanna have your baby, please?”

“What the fuck,” Erik closed his eyes, his dick harder than it already was, “You want me to make that belly full of my cum? You nasty bitch.”

“Cum right in here,” She opened up wider, bringing her legs up to show him where she would love it, “Right in this tight wet hole.”

“FUCKKK-shit don’t make no sense how nasty you are. Draya know you’re this kinky? Goddam.” The tightening in his balls was too much and it let him know that her nasty talk was about to make him cum alone. Erik smacks her hands away from her pussy, replacing it with his mouth. He munched on her slit like he was a starving man; like pussy was the last meal on earth. She was weak beneath him. Her eye brows were scrunched, lip between her teeth, moans loud.

“Make me cum, make me cum,” she shutters, “make me cum, make me cum...”

She was blown away, hands in his hair, pussy driving into his mouth, sweet pussy juices flowing. He nibbled on her pussy until she was clean and ready for dick.

“I’m cumming in you.” Erik knew she was straight, he’d cum in her pussy deep.

She was overwhelmed with lust. He could cum all he wanted in her she was protected. She’d never told a guy that at all until Erik fucked her. Shit was bizarre but she liked it. Erik on the other hand was used to bitches telling him that, his dick was that good that they wanted him to risk it all. This would be his first time risking anything but Y/N was so damn addictive. Kinky and freaky.

“Oh, fuck, that fat dick!”

He was digging in her sweet pussy. She had her legs over his shoulders, Erik pounding away inside of her. She was good around his dick.

“Damn, girl, I’m loving this pussy!” This was only fuck number two.

“I love your fat dick! It’s so fat and long and oooooooooh it’s so deep in me! fuck me until you buss, daddy. Buss in me.”

Erik places his fingers in her mouth, his eyes watching the way he fucked her. Her cream was making a big ass mess in the sheets. She twirled her nipples for him, pulling them and making them bounce too.

“You want me to shoot this cum all inside of you? Huh? You nasty bitch. You want me to cover this whole pussy with all of my nut? Huh?”

“Oh, Daddy, yes!!” She could feel Erik folding her body some more. He was over her even more using the strength of his hips to stroke in her pussy. Looking from behind a lucky person would have the nastiest view of Y/N’s pussy being drilled.

“You fuck my pussy so damn good, yeah,” Y/N was in shambles.

“Ima FUCK this pussy good whenever I please.”

The thought of Erik fucking her whenever and however had her cumming on his dick again.

“Oh shit-oh FUCKKK, you...got me...cumming.” Erik was lost in the moment, his eyes never leaving hers, that helpless look from being dicked down on her face.

“You the baddest bitch on the planet!” Erik told her between intense strokes.

“OhmyGoddd! Your cumming! I can feel that dick pumping! Oh, Daddy, it’s filling me up! Yes!”

Erik was indeed cumming inside of her. She milked him dry with her tight walls.

“More, I want more,” she begged.

“You draining me,” Erik was fucking defeated. She milked him dry with her pussy. She had the type of pussy to wife her up. Y/N was the truth.

“Let me suck your pretty dick.”

Erik slips out of her, watching Y/N arch on the bed with her phat ass in the air, making her cheeks bounce on purpose with all his meat in her mouth. She had those cheeks all sunken in, her eyes blinking up at him innocently. He was gonna cum again.

“You pretty little slut. I just wanna cum on your face.”

“Cum on my face,” she encouraged.

“And then what? You gonna lick it all off yourself?” Erik could feel his balls retract, his nut right around the corner.

“I’m your little cum slut.”

“FUCK Y/N!!!”

He shot his load all over her face. She caught some in her mouth but damn, Erik gave her a face paint. The sight alone had him jerking his dick to get more cum to spurt all over her.

“Shit, I hope Draya dont come home no time soon, I’m not finished with you yet.”

Y/N was more than ready.....

——

“WOW.” Draya was open mouthed and shocked.

“I know,” Y/N lets out a shaky breath before finishing off her new drink.

“If Erik Don’t make you his girlfriend, something is wrong.”

She could only hope he wanted that. Y/N moved her eyes back over to him, he was staring straight at her. Those eyes said it all. He wanted her right now just the same. Y/N licks her lips at him, making him bit down on his lip. There was no need in being discreet, she wasn’t ashamed to be fucking that man too.

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[mbakuetshurisprincess]

Destiny Series

AN: Yall... I’m soo shocked how quickly yall are fucking with that mood board like actually soo shocked. I was going to do Egyptian gods cause when I was younger I read the Kane Chronicles and I fell in love with Egyptian mythology and their gods BUT I feel like more people know Greek gods and it’s easier to like deal with Greek gods family tree vs Egyptian because whew chileeee that would of been a mess. BIG BIG BIG ups to @chaneajoyyy​ for a. proofreading and catching the little errors and for supporting me. 

Summary: On May 14th a god or goddess picks someone to take their place in the following years, when T’challa invites everyone in your graduating class to his house for a Chaining day party chaos ensues and relationships get tested.

Pairing: Erik x reader

Warnings: cussing, light smut like literally  I don’t wanna call it smut because it’s so light. 

Word count: 2,111

It was May 14th and the eve of arguably the most important day of your life, chaining day. Chaining day was a right of passage that had been happening since before you or any other Wakandan had been alive, chaining day was the day in which the gods and goddesses came down to earth and selected who was going to fill their position as that specific next god in the next years. Chaining day only occurred once every three generations and it happened that it fell upon you and your peers. You laid on your bedroom floor while your two best friends Makyla and Aaron sat across from you in bean bag chairs.

“I just don’t get why you're not excited Y/N” Makyla said nonchalantly, “I can’t wait to figure out which god chose me! I hope it someone like Hera or Aphrodite. They would suit me don’t you think?” 

“Your annoying ass deserves Hestia” Aaron mumbled under his breath earning him a firm slap on his arm.

You sat up from your floor and took a slow breath in and exhaled. “I just don’t get why it falls onto US, like why can’t the gods choose someone who wants to be a god not a normal person who just wants to live and die and get this shit over with.”

Aaron rolled his eyes “You're just worried that you and Erik’s gods won’t be together and some other girl will have him”

“HA” you laughed out sarcastically “That punk ass nigga can get whatever trick ass whore wants him, we are over and I dont give a flying fuck who gets him”

The room got silent because that lie and everyone in the room knew it, you and Erik never went into full relationship territory just comments under each others posts and his constant flirting with you. But it all ended when he posted a photo with a girls arms wrapped around his shoulders and a blunt in his hand and the caption “all the bitches fuckin with me, its like im the god of pussy or sum..” That was the last straw, and you hadn’t actually spoken to him since you’d seen that post go up.

“Can we go now y'all?” Makyla asked “I want to get to T’challa’s party early and get a good spot for chaining time”

“Are you sure we have to go? We could just stay in and watch a movie until chaining time” you lay your head back down onto your plush carpet and squeezed your eyes shut. You heard movement above you and opened to see Aaron and Makyla standing over you an annoyed look on their faces.

“Fine, fine!” you grumbled outstretching one of your hands out signalling for one of them to help you up, Aaron groaned and grabbed your hand pulling you off the ground. You walked over to your closet, you pulled out a pair of light wash ripped jeans, a white cropped t-shirt and a multi colored nike windbreaker. To emphasize the fact that you didn’t want to go you groaned and moaned while putting on your clothes.

“Keep playing Erik’s gonna give you something to moan about” Makyla said under her breath causing Aaron and her to bust out into a fit of laughter, you turned your head to them and gave them a look that shot daggers.

By the time you got to T’challa’s house you were reminded of why you didn't want to go to his chaining day party and your reason was sitting right at the front door like some self righteous bouncer. You thought if you ducked and hid in between Makyla and Aaron he wouldn’t spot you, but of course he did.

“Woah woah woah lil mama where do you think you're going” Erik’s arm had snaked in between your friends and grabbed you out from in between them. You looked up at your friends with pleading eyes practically begging them to help you out which caused Erik to laugh. “Nah nah ma, your friends can’t help you now, you've been ignoring me and I wanna know why.”

You looked around and noticed a few familiar faces, he wanted to embarrass you in front of your friends? And make a lesson out of you for his other bitches, not today.

You looked down at your arm and back up at him “Nigga I don’t owe you shit.” you snateched your arm from his hand and folded them across your exposed midriff.

A chorus of “Ooo’s” erupted from the small crowd that had developed.

Erik smiled and licked his lips “I asked you a question Y/N and I’m telling you to answer it right fucking now before it gets bad for you.”

You cocked your eyebrow up at him, oh so he thought you were playing?

“Nigga I gave you my answer, you don’t need anything else from me. Now excuse me I’ve got a party to attend” You smirked up at him and waved your finger signaling for him to move out of your way. You had him beat, you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.

“Last chance Y/N before I embarrass you in front of all of these fucking people and I swear to god I will”

You batted your eyes up at Erik innocently and your hands found the collar of his shirt. “Oh no baby boy” you wiped some dust off of his shoulder “I think I just embarrassed you”

You tried to walk away, you had won that fight fair and square and everyone in T’challa’s yard knew it or so you thought. Until you felt strong arms wrap around you calf's and felt you world flip upside down.

“ERIK!” You screamed out hitting his back with an array of punches in varying strengths.

The yard erupted into laughter as Erik walked you through the front door, you caught Makyla’s eye as Erik walked you up the stairs still slung over his shoulder. When he got up to one of the guest bedrooms he plopped you on the bed and locked the door behind himself, when he walked back over to you, you shot him a deathly stare.

“What the fuck was that Y/N?”

“What the hell is posting other bitches Erik? Hmm?” 

You dug your phone out of you pocket and pulled out his instagram, instantly finding the photo you were looking for “all the bitches fuckin with me, its like im the god of pussy or sum.” you mocked his tone.

Erik plopped down on the bed next to you “man this why you been ignorning me for the past two weeks” Erik paused “I thought you had found another nigga ma”

You laid your head back onto the bed and laughed lightly “No Erik I haven’t found another nigga, its just been me sitting around looking stuck waiting for you when you obviously hadn’t been doing the same.”

“It’s not even like that ma, that’s Vannah, you know her and M’baku were going through something and she asked me to take the picture with her and post it to get him mad. They got back together tonight and I was taking it down tomorrow. I can show you the texts to prove it” Erik pulled out his phone and showed you the texts between him and Vannah and her begging and him finally agreeing after she agreed to buy his alcohol for a month.

“Fine I GUESS I’m done being mad at you.” you poked your bottom lip out at him in a mock pout.

“You better stop poking that lip out before I bite it baby girl” Erik rolled you over on top of him forcing you to straddle him,with his hands resting on your ass. “Fuck I can’t wait to tear this shit up ma” his hand smacked your ass roughly “I’ma give you back shots so hard you're gonna feel that shit all week I’m gonna have you-”

Erik was interrupted by counting below you.

“Fuck” you said getting of of his lap “It’s almost time”

 10

“Turn off the lights ma”

9

“Who do you think your gonna get Erik”

8

“I dunno but if I get stuck with some bitch ass mother fucker I’m killing whoever got Zeus”

7

“I want someone calm, someone who does their job and stays out of any drama”

6

“Give me your hands Erik”

5

“I got love for you baby girl, you know that?” Even in the darkness you could see his brown eyes pierce your soul.

4

“Promise to stay friends no matter what happens”

3

“We will stay friends no matter what happens Y/N” he squeezed your hands lightly

2

“I love you Erik Stevens”

1

That was the last thing you remember hearing before a bright white light flashed in front of you, so bright you let go of Erik’s hands to shield your eyes. In a few moments it dimmed.

“My child” a voice called at you

You looked around for the source of the voice and found a strong willow tree waving in the wind, you walked towards it and felt the plush green grass beneath your feet, it felt softer than anything you had ever felt. 

“Sit” the tree told you softly you could make out eyes, nose and mouth in its brown bark.

“Persphone” the words fell out of your mouth without you even knowing they were coming.

She smiled at you transforming before your eyes from a tree into a beautiful black woman, her curves filled out her chiton you noticed her outfit matched yours but she wore it much better.

“Come here” she opened her arm to you and stood up and ran into them burying your face in her chest tears flowing down your face. It didn't hit you until now of her story and what happened, she fell for Hades, a forbidden love and then for the rest of her life spent half of her life with the people she loved and the other half of the year with the man that she hated how much she loved him.

She stroked you curly hair and spoke soothing words to you “I know this is not the outcome you were expecting by I have gifted you a ability”

 You pulled your head off of her and looked up at Persephone tears still threatening to spill out of your eyes. 

“Open your arm”

You obliged her and held your left arm out for her, you noticed a small tattoo outline of a plant.

“Touch it”

You followed her instructions and out of thin air a small plant was in your hand, you immediately recognized it as a venus fly trap similar to the one that grew on your window sill. 

“Anywhere that you walk plants will grow underneath you as long as your on the floor of a building it doesn't matter how many layers on concretes are in between you. Plants will grow” She caressed your cheek in her hand. A gong rang out and you looked up at Persephone, your eyes pleading for some kind of answers or help.

“What am I supposed to do? You have to help me please!” you felt a pulling on your waist as if you were attached to a rope and the other end was pulling you back in.

“Do not fight it Y/N destiny is destiny and you are destined to be with Hades” and with those last words the bright white light flashed again and you covered your eyes. You felt like you were falling but quickly you realized you were back at T'challa's house in the same room that you had been in before with Erik, however he wasn't here now. But when you speak of the devil he shall appear and like clockwork blue flames were produced around a body, you could hear what sounded like a large dog barking and then it all went away, you squeeze your eyes shut not sure what to expect. You heard a familiar chuckle in front of you and you immediately opened your eyes and started at the bottom up. Black tims paired with black jeans and no shirt you studied the person's chest in front of you which now held thousands of tiny scars, a fur coat draped his bare chest his left hand holding a ball of what looked like fire. You finally met his eyes, dark but with a hint of fire in them.

“Wh-who” you barely managed to get it out before a smirk formed across Erik’s face.

“Hades, god of the underworld”

Tag List: @chaneajoyyy @chasingsunlight @writerbee-ffs @dessianna1

[knicole0527]

How Did I Fall For Unwritten History?

So I’m in a whole relationship right? Like a whole fat ass relationship. Like me plus her equals nobody else . Its kinda dope and kinda like coccaine . If she was a drug I’d take it . She grounds me . She makes love to my mind , heart , and then my body . Her way of words sometimes makes me feel stupid because she uses words I cant imagine using . My vocabulary aint that big . But ask me about math or science ? I’m definitely ya girl . She was my missing piece . If that makes any sense at all . We definitely have our rollercoasters but I’ll killl anyone over her and I stand on that . Best part its with who I chose and not who my parents chose or approved of. I actually dont care whether they approve of me or not. Mom didnt want kids anyways. As she put it, she likes “ a return to sender kid “ I know she used to joke about it but I later found it to be true. So at this point either you like my happiness or you dont. But anyways, So we met the first time at work, Afni Call Center to be exact. She was a bet. By bet I mean with green money with coworkers. So I bet that I would get smashed by this girl and they would each owe me 50 bucks. I mean who can turn down money. Plus she was kinda cute and I know she was watching my little booty when I would walk away . I was 80 pounds lighter when we first met .

But here lately things have gone to shit . I can admit I fucked up . Well in the beginning . I cheated . She found out . But I was honestly gone tell her everything but she found out I broke her heart all that and then some . Since I put all my business out there . Only reason why I cheated was because I wanted a kid . I wanted her for sure but I wanted a kid . As time passed us by I realized she doesn’t want kids at all . So I had to make a decision , kids or stick around for my one true love in my adult life . So I looked her in the face , I probably had tears In my eyes and told her I chose her . She looked at me with confusion for a little and I dont think she anted me to flat out give up kids. But I was gone doe what I had to do to keep her by my side .

Now before we get to me cheating . I had an apartment on Old Morgantown Road . I loved that damn space man . Hard wood flooring . Storage unit . I had a w/d hook up . I had a good apartment and I could afford it and be able to live my best life . Rent was 475 a month . Utilities and water ran me about 80 . So I was well within my budget . But my dumb ass got involved with this man who I thought I could change . I was trying to hear from nobody about nothing . I wasnt trying to hear that he was cheating because I felt like I gave him no reason to cheat . I was giving him everything and then some . Hell I let his stupid ass cousin stay on my couch . So they were living rent free right , I know stupid Kendra always doing dumb shit . I should have opened my eyes but I didn’t .

Well he and I are definitely no longer together . He got my little cousin pregnant . I dont know whats worse . That she knew he was still living with me . That she knew we was kin . That he knew we was still together , fucking and living together and I never ask for a dollar . Or that my bosses had to call me in the office with another one of my cousins and sit me down to tell and show me that he was cheating and she was pregnant . It even shocked me that she tried to question me about my niggas car . Like girl he and I live together so yes maam I’m gone drive his car . and she was in shock to see me in the drivers seat . huh . Aint that funny how it all played out though ? But you know , karma got took his dick for a minute . He got the worst news of his life . His heart was just as shattered as mine . His trust was screwed if not worse than mine . He found out that while he was too busy cheating on me , she was getting knocked down by his cousin . LMFAO SERIOUSLY . He did all that cheating and got that girl pregnant and ended up getting played himself . So while I was his woman , he had a side bitch who had a side nigga , but THE SIDE NIGGA HAD A SIDE BITCH . I hadnt had sex with him in a while because things started getting to me and I was becoming very suspicious so I was still going to get checked anyways . But yea . What a fckd up love hexagon . Crazy how we all worked together . But when I reached my snapping point . I became a little on the ratchet side and called his mom and told her come get her sons belongings because he was homeless again . My cousin didnt have her own spot so somebody had to come take care of him because by that time I was done pretending .

Shit got bad for me mentally . I had me fckd up . I lost my job and went broke because I drank and popped it away . I know definitely wasn’t the right thing but I just wanted to feel numb to everything . I didnt really care how I got high just as long as I as high I was okay and at peace .

Alot of time went by and my past came back . She made me feel safe . And she saw me ; like the actual me . She knew something was up . Hell I gained 50 pounds since the last time we seen each other . But when she came back . I dont know if I was more so excited to see her or trying to fuck her right there on the floor at work . I walked in the door and the moment I seen her ... I didnt care who I was talking to , I think Wanda , I’m sorry boo but I seen my old boo and just had to do it . I could not help myself I had to hug her before I did anything else . I had a little more weight on me too because during our last encounter , hmm hmm , I was a bit smaller and hadnt grown boobs yet . So when she seen me running 90 mph to her ; baby girl was in for a shock .

Time went by and we started seeing each other a little more outside of work . Then she started to spend the night . But when she started doing that , I think I made things a little complicated for her at her moms . I had no intentions of doing so but it kinda got weird because she wasnt coming home very much any more . But yall , when I had her all to myself . Do you know how many times I undressed this girl with my eyes . I mean she standing there fully clothed and I seen EVERY INCH of her thru them clothes . It was bad yall . lol . She kinda eventually sorda moved in ; even though I thought she had already moved in . Time went by and things were okay ya know . We were just in the “ talking “ phase and just filling each other out . She started to grow on me a little more than I planned . and then I wanna say it was my birthday or after ? Baby girl was so drunk . She , our mutual friend , and I went to go grab food and drinks . Weeellllllll , I trapped her into drinking and drinking and drinking . We got home ? and she drank and and got funnier as the night went on . I remember that day like it was yesterday and the videos I have are absolutely the funniest videos I have ever recorded . “ butt clouds “ and the car honk that about gave her a damn heart attack .

Anywho times have went on . We decided to go to hilltop and live there . Who would have thought we would live together because I was stern on not wanting to live with her . It was weird living there . Always wondering if or when we were going to get a roommate . Then ? Thats the first time I ever broke a heart . See , she was always wanting to like distinguish a title. Meanwhile I am petrified of titles and labels and shit . Plus I have labeled myself for so long I didnt want to put a label on she and I . So I waited and waited and waited and decided to test waters . By testing waters meaning , I caught baby fever BAD . LIKE BAD BAD . I wanted a kid so bad I didnt think about talking to her first , I was just hoping one day I could be like , surprise baby we are having a baby ; butttttt I was gonna tell her how I got pregnant IF if actually happened . But she kinda beat me to it . She seen the messages on her tablet and as you know it went to shit from there . I broke her heart . I wasnt sure if or when she would or could ever forgive me . ( its JAn232021 ) and I know she still hasn’t forgiven me for anything . Not sure if she will ever get past it enough to love me love me .

We made it official , May 2019. By that time the only things that mattered to me were building a life with her. Come August 2020 . We got a place together and as time went on, I knew something was wrong but I would rather ignore it than have to go to the doctor because that just aint my cup of tea. I hate doctors.. they always wanna diagnose people with shit. I just didn’t wanna be one of those people so I held out as long as I could before it got to the point of being unbearable . I lost yet another good job . At first they thought it was covid and it wasnt . I tested negative for covid . Then I had like 5 appointments that following week . I was put on all types of stuff . I was throwing up everything . I was crying non stop . I was doing things not in my normal regimen . Thats when things fell harder on her . Harder as in bills , and stress and everything . I became that burden . I became the thing in the relationship that puts everything on the line . I became the complete failure in the relationship .

I wasn’t able to help like I planned . in fact my checks were so small that every pay day because I had all my bills and people I owed money to on auto pay and I kept making promises, put me in the negatives . I was in the negatives for 3 to 4 months . So imagine being the one in the relationship who didnt feel welcome . Who didnt feel like I deserved the love and things like that . All I wanted to do was help out and I couldn’t . Made me want to pack up and wait until I knew she was gone so I could leave . I didn’t know what to do . But I knew I was pretty much of no use . I knew that she resented me . I knew it pushed things back so far it may never come back to normal .

But now , Im better than I was still struggling though .  But I have this amazing job . I have a job where I can do my part and not hurt . I have a job where I can finally help out now . But its not enough . I’m not enough . The love is not enough anymore . I have became disposable . I have become the one who broke and shattered her heart and trust in her adult love life . How do I come back from it ? How do I rescue something that may have already died ? Am I worth it ? Am I better off without ? Do I deserve her ? She deserves the world and I want to give it to her I do .

But idk , maybe my mom was right . just maybe the only things I’m good at are singing and laying on my back . Havent accomplished shit yet . Got banned from a job because I tried to put my hands on someone . Got fired from 3 good fucking jobs because of my health .

Im crashing at this point . My future is on edge . I am on edge . this is not cool dude . But I will play the hand I’m dealt . Maybe I will win and marry the woMAN of my dreams . Or maybe I will just fck it up once again . We Will See .

[raulaguilarartistavisual]

TRENDS PRODIGY HAS SET SINCE 1992 AND STILL IS SETTING IN 2008 AND BEYOND:

#1 TATTOO’S ON MY CHEST, ARMS AND HAND SINCE I WAS 12 YEARS OLD

#2 RAPPING WORDS THAT DONT ALWAYS RHYME

#3 PUTTING WORDS TOGETHER THAT DONT RHYME AND MAKING THEM RHYME "big guns down in santa barbray, my crew do it the mobb way every day, crime pay who wanna gun play thrill me. niggas kill me grillin me you wanna look peep the 9 milly now undress you know the drilly. niggas suspect weak links pose threat, i have yet to met challenger who go against my set"

#4 CUSTOM MADE JEWELERY INSTEAD OF THE POPULAR MOLDS.

#5 HOW I FOLD MY BANDANA

#6 CUSTOM MADE FOOTBALL JERSEYS WIT HENNESSY and E&J ON EM’

#7 CREATING AND MAKING SLANG POPULAR LIKE ,,,,,, KIKO, CUZZO, VULTURES, BOGIES, HENNY ROCK, NOTTY HEAD, HEAD SPIN (head), BACK SPIN (pussy)

#8 MADE DRINKIN HENNESSY, E&J, LIME BACARDI, 151 POPULAR (nothin to be proud of)

#9 SAMPLING MUSIC FROM THE MOVIE SCARFACE,,,,,NOBODY DID IT BEFORE ME..NOT THE MUSIC

#10 SAMPLING MAFIA MUSIC -"crime connections" MOBB DEEP feat. CORMEGA,,,,L.E.S. BIT MY SHIT WHEN HAV LEFT MY MAFIA CD’S IN A NAS SESSION. THEN YOU HEAR SHIT LIKE "affermitive action"

#11 FIRST RAPPER WIT TATS ON MY FINGERS AND MY WHOLE NECK DONE

#12 PROTOOLS,,,,STARTED USING IT IN 98

#13 MURDA MUSIC,,EVERYBODY USES MY BLOOD SPLASH NOW

#14 WE MADE DOING SONGS FOR CHICKS COOL FOR STREET NIGGAS

#15 EVERYBODY WANNA USE THE WORD INFAMOUS NOW……THERES ONLY ONE INFAMOUS ON THE PLANET AND THATS THE INFAMOUS MOBB DEEP. WHOEVER ELL’S IS TRULY PLAYING THEYSELF. COME BETTER. I DONT SEE YOU CALLIN YA SELF NOTORIOUS,,,SO DONT USE OUR SHIT…YOU LOOK AND SOUND STUPID.

#16 ALOT OF PEOPLE ARE CALLIN THEY SELF A MOBB WIT 2 B’S,,,,,YOU ARE A EXTRA DICK RIDER. I CREATED THE 2 B SHIT JUST SO WE COULD STAND OUT,,,PLEASE STOP IT.

#17 THIS BELONGS AT THE TOP,,,,,,,,,PRODIGY AND HAVOC. AFTER ME AND HAV NAMES WERE IN THE SOURCE UN-SIGNED HYPE COLUM, THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME OUR NAMES WERE EVER PRINTED AND OUTTA NOWHERE POP’S UP A prodijee and havik from the west coast????????? THEM NIGGA BIT OUR NAMES…THERES NO WAY IN THE UNIVERSE THAT SOMEBODY ELL’S COULD PUT THOSE 2 NAMES TOGETHER BY COINCEDENCE. TOTALY IMPOSSIBLE. WE BUMPED INTO THEM NIGGAS AT JACK THE RAPPER IN ATLANTA BACK IN 93 AND WE STEPPED TO THEM. ASK D.J. PREMEIR, GURU, LIL DAP, 40GLOCC AND A GANG OF OTHER WITNESSES THAT SAW THE CONFRONTATION. THEM NIGGAS WAS SHOOK.

#18 TIMBERLAND BOOTS…THESE RACIST FUCC’S OWE US MILLIONS. THEY NEVER DO AD’S USING BLACK PEOPLE OR RAPPERS AS MUCH AS WE PROMOTED THEY SHIT.

#19 WEB SITES, I HAD INFAMOUSSTORES.COM AND WAS WRITING BLOGS BACK IN 99 LONG BEFORE IT BECAME POPULAR IN HIP HOP TO HAVE A WEB SITE.

#20 PUTTIN THE VIDEO ON THE NET BEFORE PEOPLE EVEN HEAR THE SONG ON MIX-CD’S OR RADIO. MAC 10 HANDLE WAS THE FIRST VIDEO TO HIT THE NET FIRST, AND THE FIRST TIME SOMEBODY SHOT A BIG VIDEO FOR A MIX-CD PERIOD.

#21 NO MORE JEWELERY, RIMS, OR LIFESTYLE OF THE BEAST. HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

#22 NO MORE FLASHY, DANCY, RADIO FREINDLY , CLUB SONGS..HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

#23 MAKING EXPOSING THE ILLUMINATI, SECRET GOVERNMENT AND HIDDEN TRUTHS THAT NEW HOT SHIT… PEOPLE DO IT, BUT NOT LIKE P. I BEEN DOIN IT SINCE 96… JUST LISTEN TO MY BEATS AND HOW I MAKE THIS SHIT SO THAT THE REAL HOOD NIGGAS CAN GET INTO IT…. THESE FAGGOT CONCIOUS RAPPERS WILL NEVER REACH THE CROWED OF KILLERS THAT I REACH….HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

#24 I MAKE OLD WASHED UP RAPPERS WANNA GO BACK IN THE STUDIO AND DO IT ONE MORE TIME!! THESE DUSTY, RUSTY, RETIRED RAP NIGGAS GET THAT OLD FEELING BACK WHEN THEY HEAR MY MUSIC AND SEE HOW I DONT STOP… ITS HILLARIOUS TO HEAR AND SEE THEM TRY TO KEEP IT COMING LIKE ME. WE NOT THE SAME HOMEBOY!!,,,,WHATS EVEN MORE FUNNY IS THE CONCIOUS RAPPERS THAT GET HYPE CAUSE THEY HEAR MY LYRICS AND THEY BE LIKE "yes our time is here" BUT NO YA TIME IS NOT! WE NOT THE SAME HOMEBOY!! YOU NOT A REBEL SOLDIER….YOU NOT A INSURGENT.. PLEASE….GO HOME

#25 DEMEROL, MORPHINE, HEROINE RAP’S,,,,,I STARTED SAYIN ALL THIS CAUSE I WRITE RHYME WHILE IM SICK IN THE HOSPITAL ACTUALLY GETTIN THESE DRUGS… SAYIN YA SHIT IS LIKE CRACK, COKE ANS WHAT HAVE YOU I STARTED DOING THAT BACK ON D.J. CLUE MIX TAPES FIRST TIME WAS ON THE MOTHERLESS CHILD BEAT…ME AND TY-NITTY

#26 I COULD JUST KEEP GOING BUT NOW I’M TIRED… HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY TREND SETTING, LOOK AT WHAT I BRING TO THE TABLE.

[thechrisfarmerblog]

I hate when i dont have wet food for my cat.I be avoiding her ass like i owe her money.

-oh shit here she comes- 

meow! 

“i got you tomorrow i promise” 

MEOW NIGGA! 

“tomorrow! i swear i got you” 

[babybluepeaches]

Permission {a killmonger fic} prompt: you plan on finishing off a drug deal that was left in limbo by one of your worst clients. what you don’t plan on is having a quickie with his friend in the process. story + smut. enjoy! ……

2:43pm. You clock a text. Sender: Gerrell. Message: “Hey Queen 👑 Omw, got the stacks.” This nigga Gerrell has been giving you the run around for months. You were sick of him and his flimsy promises. Nevertheless, money is money. You reply telling his dumbass to come through. You sat up and stretched, getting ready to put on your clothes. Heavy footsteps thudded on the other side of your door and you warily take off your bonnet and smoothed your edges. “Bitch, how did you get here?” you mumble to yourself, wrangling your locs into a wig cap and dawning your silky black wave wig. “Here” meaning living in a, albeit relatively cozy, trap house. How did your spot become THE trap house? How did you become the dangerous drug dealer on the block? Definitely not what you expected out of yourself as a kid, but desperate times call for boss lady measures. You had this hussle to thank for paying off your student loans. After you dawn your intimidating cat eye and signature leather jacket, you grabbed your strap off the night stand and left your private den. As per the norm, you pass by a whole lot of random niggas, and a whole lot of niggas who work for you. Your underlings nod their heads in respect as you enter, each mumbling variations of “wassup sis?” “yo big sis” as you pass. Before you go out you mumble “Gerrell” to them, and peek out your shaded window. Most of them respond with a groan, a few others eye each other wickedly, little to your knowledge. When the car pulls up you eye your niggas and pull out your gun. They hussle to either get lost, shoo their customers out the back, or go to the door to wait for ole Gerrell. You nod at the ones waiting, preparing to open the door and intimidate this nigga into giving you what he owes you. One more glance outside and you notice.. Oh hell nah you know this nigga didn’t bring back up. Peering in the car you spot a muscled arm and tight chest. You know this nigga Gerrell is not tryna pull up on you and pull one over on you. You been into this game too long to not take the third presence as a threat. You tell Gerrell to come up to the porch while you sneak out the back to do some interrogation of your own on this mystery dude. ….. “Damn Gerrell I swear if we late again.” “Nah nah brother chill! We gonna be right on time, the thotties are gonna be there man I promise.” Gerrell wipes his beard nervously in that way where Erik could tell he was all talk. Sighing and resting his arm on the car window, he looks out. Can’t believe I let this nigga drag me around all day again. Erik Stevens had just got back from Wakanda, or as he’s been telling everyone else, “Uganda”. And he just wanted to smoke. Chill. He didn’t want anyone to know what really went down, not yet. He still had a lot of pain to unpack and he didn’t need his homies knowing he had African royal blood, especially not Wakandan royal blood. Which is probably why he’s letting his childhood friend convince him hes gonna have a nice, normal time tonight. He needed to believe that lie at least for today. “So uh, I gotta stop by somewhere first.” Psych. Erik rolled his eyes. “Nigga where?” “I gotta pick up the gas.” Erik almost jumped out of his seatbelt. “Nigga! You said you already had that shit.” “I know, I know. But my plug is quick as hell E dont worry it’ll be 10 minutes tops.” Even though he was looking at the road Erik’s glare bore through him, causing nervous chuckling and more (empty) promises. Erik and Gerrell drive way into the city to get to the hood. Erik couldn’t help the nagging annoyance from not bringing any of his weapons, at the time it was his way of trying to convince himself he was relaxing tonight. “Dumb as shit,” he mumbled under his breath. “Whatchu say brother?” “Nun’ man, nun’” Erik said, sighing as he eye’d the neighborhood. Gerrell finally came to a stop and flashed Erik a smile. “Aight I’ll be right back,” noting Erik’s annoyed demeanor he added a “Promise!” to that fib, as he jumped out the whip. Erik rolled his eyes and shifted his attention out the window, and a few moments later it was stolen again by a hard tapping sound on his opposite side. ….. Hustling to the car, you can finally see Gerrell’s back up up close. Black tank top, low cut on the arms, exposing some of his ripped torso. Lots of little round scars beaded his arms and chest. What kinda prison yard did Gerrell find this dude? His locs where braided up tightly on his head and damn he looked pissed. Must hate Gerrell as much as I do. Glaring at him, you pull out your gun and tap it on the window while you hold it in a defensive position. Mystery dude’s head snaps up as do his hands, you couldn’t tell if it was a fight or fear response, but judging from his face he was surprised to see you there. “Open the window,” you tap on the glass again. He complies and puts his hands up again, this time in a more submissive gesture. He takes in your gun with his eyes, then shamelessly drinks in your appearance, licking his lips, then eyes back to the gun. “‘Sup ma.” He says calmly. “I ain’t ‘cha ma. Open the door”. He nods and pops the lock on his other side.

You never take your aim off him as you go around and get in the other seat of the car. “So what was the plan?” you say, slamming the car door behind you. “You sneak in after he gives us the money and rob us? Or, don’t tell me, he doesnt have the money does he?” You prop yourself up on your elbow and give the stranger and amused smile. The barrell of your gun hasn’t left his presence. The stranger, to your surprise, let’s out an exasperated laugh. “Yo, Gerrell owe you money lil jawn?” His lips pulled back to reveal his gold capped bottom fangs, the hypnotic sight of it had you lost for a mintute. “Yeah,” you push your gun softly into the skin of his neck. “Gerrell owes me money. Gerrell owes this ‘lil jawn’ 3k.” “3k?! Just for some tree?” You let out a hardy laugh. “Tree? That’s what this nigga told you he was on?” you laugh again, “Try cocaine.” “Damn shawty you slinging cocaine? For who?“ he seems intrigued, almost giddy at this idea, which pisses you off. “For me nigga, wassup? You got a problem?” you glare into his eyes. “Nah no problems! Look, my bad. I just… don’t usually meet up with plugs like you.” He offers one of the hands he held up at your defense to shake. “E,“ he said, referring to himself you assume. You eye his gesture and don’t move to meet it. “J” you reply, your fake go to. “Look E, I don’t give a fuck whether you this niggas body guard, his partner in crime, or his baby daddy. I don’t trust you any more than I trust Gerrell,” you get in his face a little bit more, trying not to notice how good he smelled, “and I’m gonna keep you right here until his dumb ass gets back. Got me?” “Yeah,” he said, seemingly more preoccupied with your lips than the threats you were dishing out, “I got ‘chu,” he breathes. “Good,” you say, lingering in the closeness. There was definitely tension blooming. You were almost pressed against him, hell, your gun was pressed against him. His lust filled gaze seemed to accept it, and even welcome the position you had him in. He breaks the heated silence with a low voice, “Since I don’t want to set you off, you let me know what I got permission to do, ight?” There was definitely a double entandre in that “do”. You actually weren’t mad at it, and the longer you stared at each other, you found it harder to deny yourself the experience of what this could turn into. You take a second to take in this “E”, really take him in. He was obviously attractive, but you’ve done plenty of deals with attractive guys. It was his demeanor and energy that really had you feeling wild. He seemed aware, yet unafraid of the situation. Like he was enthralled with the danger. This was someone who was seduced by a power struggle. And I don’t mind giving him one. “Ight,” you reply. Finally settling into your wreckless decision, you swing one leg over to straddle him in the passenger seat. His eyebrows nearly flew into his hairline and his mouth dropped open momentarily. You press the gun into his throat and say, “Kiss me.”

You swore you saw him smile before his lips met yours. The kiss was warm. It felt like he was sucking on your aura, tasting all your desire for him. You moan at him sucking on your tongue, and grab his palm with your free hand and place it on your hips, prompting him to feel you up. His hands were eager to lift the edge of your top up to slide inside. Just when you started to let go of your inhibitions, his hands pause right under your breasts. “Wait” “What?” you reply in an impatient tone. “What about Gerrell?” he asked warily. “He’ll either come back when he forks over my money,” you trace Erik’s collarbone and lean in, “or he’ll stay in there until I come get him.” “Mmm. So you got it like that huh?” he eyes you hungrily. “Yeah,” you rock your hips on his lap, keeping the gun pressed to his neck, “I got it like that.” “And you want me?” his thumbs grazing your nipples under your shirt. “Mhm,” you rock your hips steadily and slide your tongue into his mouth, which he gladly accepts. Fucking randoms wasn’t your thing, but fuck it, this nigga was fine. You both knew it, and you both knew what was about to go down. “Shit, I got permission?” He asks as you break the kiss. His large hand smoothly paws your thigh. You bite your lip. “Mmm. Yeah.” “That’s wassup.” He wastes no time slipping his hand into your panties, you suppress a yelp of surprise and throw your head back instead. “Almost lost your grip,” he quipped with an amused smile, eluding to your hands visibly weaker hold on your piece. With half lidded eyes you press the metal into his skin harder and he just laughs. Who the fuck does he think he is? I’m gonna- Your thoughts are interrupted by him rubbing circles into your clit. You moan and look him in the eyes, attempting to keep your hard demeanor. His returning look is full of lust and a hint of challenge. You knew this was about to be some wild shit. You roll your hips and begin fucking his fingers. His mouth hangs open watching you move, high off the sensation. “I want you, now,” you said. He nods furiously before removing his fingers from you and pulls out a condom.You let him put it on before your slide on to him. You gasp at his girth, especially in this position. He chuckles and fixes his mouth to make a cocky comment, but before he can get it out you drag your gun down to his chest and say “Shut up,” as you start slowly riding him. He moans out a “Yes ma'am,” as his golden canines bite down on his lip. You’re putting in work on this nigga, trying to hide how lost you were getting when he guided your hips with his hands and angeled himself farther into the already deep penetration. His phones vibration interrupts your panting and heavy breaths. And again. buzz, buzz, buzz “You better not check that shit,” you lift your hips all the way up and down, saying into his ear, “it’s my time now.” He groans and you feel his dick twitch inside of you at your demands, now you’re the one laughing. You pull back to look at him and his expression is caught between ecstasy and animalistic. “You ‘bout to make a nigga cum, talking all that shit,” his ember eyes find yours and burn intensely. His mouth is half open and you slide two of your fingers inside. “Suck,” you tell him. He obeys, his long tongue curling around your fingers. You moan in response, pussy tightening around him. He’s smiling wickedly, before you could wonder why, he started fucking up into you hard. You grip his studded chest as his hips drove into you relentlessly. You actually start to tear up. Fuck, fuck, fuck You’re seeing stars. “I’m bout to cum J, you wit me?” he asks as he grabs your hip to keep plowing away. You let out a high pitched moan that you can’t help and nod wordlessly. Every time he pulled your hips down and his dick curved up into your sweet spot. Eventually you start chanting “yes” to encourage him you were close. When he sensed you were on the edge of orgasm, he quickly started patting your clit with 3 fingers. This had you immediately gushing all over him as you both came. You clenching his shoulder with your gun to his chest, and him gripping your hips for dear life. He let you ride out your orgasm, coming down from the insane high while he watched. Eventually he said, “Erik”. “Huh?” “That’s my name, real one.” You raised your eyebrows, “Hmm,” you regard him, “Erik.” You put down the gun and offer your hand. “Y/N.” He nods and shakes it, repeating your name, following up with “Dope”. You shimmy off his lap into the drivers seat to let him resituate himself. You pull down the visor mirror to look at yourself, checking your appearance after that impromptu fuck session. Grabbing your jacket, you pop a prerolled blunt out of the pocket and into your mouth. You light it, letting it hang over your full lips. Fixing your hair in the mirror you take a few hits, having mastered this particular multitask a long time ago. Erik shamelessly stares at how the light hits your half naked frame, and how it highlighted your smoke clouds. Ripping his eyes away from you he checks his, once again, buzzing phone. 12 new messages. Sender: Gerrell. Erik groans and checks his unread texts. Message: “E I think Imma need some back up you mind??” “Erik!! Erik please” “It got a little sticky in here E imma need-” Erik stops reading right there and groans. “What?” you say, passing Erik the preroll. He snatches that shit fast as hell, you wonder why until he’s mumbling “Gerrell” around the blunt. He passes you his phone so you can skim. Your anger levels hit unbelievably new heights reading how he was in fact trying to use Erik for back up. You hiss and put on your jacket. “Gimme my piece,” you demand from Erik. He obliges. “Aye you forgot your shirt,” Erik says, blowing out a smoke cloud and holding up your tube top. “Fuck a shirt nigga, I need my money,” you say as you kick open the car door and jog up to your crib with your gun in hand. Erik took the open door as an invitation inside and follows behind you.

….

You and Erik hustle up the porch and you bust in the front door. “Gerrell!” your voice is on fire, you’re on fire. The sound returning your call was a pathetic yelp coming from the back room. You and Erik look at each other before running back there. You open the door to reveal 5 or 6 of your underlings absolutely fucking Gerrell up. The nigga is naked, tied to a chair. You look at your goons expectantly for explanation. “Aw wassup boss,” one of them turns around seeming at least half guilty. You note he has on a different jacket. Glancing around you can tell they took this nigga Gerrell’s whole look. Hell, they’d probably shave off his fade and wear that too if they could. “What the hell y'all doing? Where’s the money?” you glare wildly at them. “Sis this nigga ain’t got shit,” one replies shaking his head. “We made some extra deals with him on the side, he ain’t paid us back, so we took his shit. You get it right big sis?” another responds. You sigh, “Yeah I get it,” you also are smh-ing at Gerell’s pathetic ass. Welts all over, just in his underwear shaking like a leaf. “L-look I’m sorry J, I’m so sorry please dont hit me. Your boys took my gold Nike high tops!” he exclaims sobbing. “Nigga shut up,” you say while rubbing your temples, “I’m not tryna gun yo dumbass down Gerrell. Just get out of my house.” Gerrell looks up hopefully and smiles. “Girl you aint gonna regret this I swear I-” “Stop. We’ll be on a payment plan from now on. Stop paying and Imma have people driving by ya house, got me?” “Y-yeah I got you J.” “Good. By the way, we keeping your car.” “W-wh-but you can’t do tha-” You hold up your hand to stop him from speaking as your boys untie him from the chair. Erik puts down his phone after a minute or so of tapping and grabs Gerrell by the ear. “I got the uber, c'mon. Dumbass nigga,” he mumbles, pulling Gerrell along followed by ouch! ouch! Before Erik parts, he slips a scrap of paper into your jacket pocket. Later you discover it has his number on it, followed by “E”. You usually throw these offers away, but maybe not this time.

[800-dick-pics]

the amount of lesbophobia in the biphobia tag was like 👀👀👀👀 shocking its from mostly whites and nbpoc no shocker

like replying and screenshotting shit that makes me stressed isnt making them love the dykes any better!!!! like wow gbt people really are out here blaming the whole sum of biphobia on lesbians, saying we dont experience comphet bc there sum how privilege in loving only women, seeing folks call lesbians nasty queers in the notes of shit, like nigga am i bugging or fucking what!!?! like 👀👀👀 im not shocked because if your a dyke of color online u been gettin rape/death threats from everyone undet the sun but like why do i feel like theres been such a shift into blaming/ignoring/erasing/harassing/condeming lesbians and lesbianism as a whole

and then theres white gbt folks and wlw that lothe me for being apart of the "community" once they find out im a lesbian im given like socially the cold shoulder

and non black lgbt folks dont like me either!!!! when i see how you treat everyone else better than us!!!!!!

like white lesbians have ignored the fact in a whole ass lesbian too and cant be lesbophobic to her!! lesbian/bi/pan folks still are mad antiblack and fully able to throw some misogynoir your way when you dont fit the narrative they created for u the same as all white wlw, black gbt men will still act like they own you and your shit and will ignore all of the black wlw dying bc nobody on this earth cops for us even when yall our damn brothers

like at every turn im faced with the reality that nobody likes black women!!! dont call me that tho like nobody likes me bc im a lesbian either!!! like im nigger and im dyke and im tired of having 0 support and actual community

lesbianism online might as well look like a women of the klan meetup

posts made in the name of wlw solidarity is ending up coming off as "were all fucking ugly unloveable dykes am i rite!!! loving women is so funny and gooberishh!! haha cant belive were all so horribly fucking stupid!!!"

any popluar "positivity" for wlwoc/lesbians of color is like nobody is darker than a paper bag and has "mixed" features aka white features bc im "mixed" but i look black and is never gender non conforming or fat and if they dare include and actual black person she must look like every hypersexualized image of darkskinned black women doesnt matter if everyone else is fully clothed!!!

and like id youre like most poor black lgbt folks you have atleast 3 of the following

•no access to safe/accesible lgbt healthcare bc you live in a poor neighborhood and are underpaid to even uber/bus/train there

• the worst living situation on earth, some of us are stuck at home in the closet with parental abuse in our 20's bc we dont have accumulated wealth like whites to get out, some of us are living in horded, packed cramed housed bc how else are we susposed to make rent, so many of us are homeless or like just a step above that!!

• severe isolation generational trauma and alienation has turned you into a traumatized bitter mess who fully distrusts all "authority"

•you cant keep your job or get hired for being black and lgbt so you know owe people/your bank money, cant buy enough food to eat, make rent so u have to live with your S.O or hella folks, you have a car but cant afford the gas or monthy payments, if your disabled like me you also are killing yourself at work bc we only have empathy for white cishet disabled folks

•you hate your family but are required to stay attached for reasons non black people might not have too

•you have an addiction to sex, drinking, smoking weed, nicotine, caffeine, or anything that makes life bareable

•mental illness so severe you really dont tell anyone bc you know how easy it would be to have it used against u

im just upset about how alone i am and how like again nobody is showing up for me other than black wlw and like the 4 non black lgbt folks who care

[kingjaffejoffer]

Thursday Thoughts #20

I love how much Plies hates Papa Johns Pizza. It cracks me up.

When it comes to how I live and function, I’m aggressively individualist and isolationist. I go through great lengths to not ask for or depend on anyone else for anything. There aint a nigga breathing who can say I owe them anything or that I take more than I give. That sounds good in theory but the flip side is how taxing and tiresome it is. Putting all that pressure on yourself to “be your own everything”.  But what other alternative do I have.... every time I depend on someone else they let me down. 

Occasionally, I find myself yearning for closure. There are certain words I want to hear but I know I won’t ever hear them. 

I’m not religious but some of my favorite songs are based around religion/God. 

Killer Mike - God In The Building 2, Scarface - Someday, Chance - Finish Line/Drown

Speaking of Killer Mike, I saw him on Twitter last week telling people to support Umar Johnson and it rubbed me the wrong way. Still my favorite rapper but I don’t like some of his moves lately. 

Pussy eating videos are so much less entertaining to watch than dick sucking videos. The niggas head be all in the way and you can barely see shit. 

I guess im the only black person that dont care about characters saying the word Nigger in quentin tarantino movies. People really be pressed over it. 

The marketer inside of me looks at how some sex workers are running their business online and im just thinking “NO NO NO WROOOOONG” “are you deliberately just not trying to make any money”.  I don’t have time for it but I’d love to guide someone’s career of smutting online, just because I know I’d be good at it. 

Part of having a ghetto ass family means that random members of your family will have their mail sent to your house without asking you. Niggas who have never stepped one foot in my house are getting mail here. How you even get my address nigga?

I really dislike our current "We need content, so take a contrarian/pointless take on [insert pop culture event] to spur equally pointless discourse" publishing culture

I’ve been spending recklessly the last 4 weeks.... time to dial it back. 

I’m a 2 minute titty sucker. I’ve heard some women talk about how so and so sucked on their titties forever and how good it was..... I aint got the time for it. I give em a coupla minutes then im on to the next. 

I’m gonna go to therapy soon. I’ve went back and forth with the decision to go to therapy because I’ve questioned if I really need it. I’m not depressed, im not sad, I feel perfectly fine. I’m happy with where I am in life.. But at the same time I feel like I’m not the best version of myself that I could possibly be. I want to get more out of myself. And I do feel like I self sabotage sometimes.... So I’m going to try it out and see if its helpful in any way. 

I reject the new Jumanji