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[depairt]

Brought to you by the power of BBHMM, Destiel LOVE, the power of @sann-dh, and executive dysfunction since 2023 because that's how long it's been in my folder <3 (1/2)

[fluffsnake]

[fknblkbarbie]

[luckydiorxoxo]

Rihanna rehearsing for her “Bitch Better Have My Money” performance at iHeartRadio Music Awards in 2015.

[squishy-squish-deathfeeder]

So strong.

You were so healthy and fit back then weren't you darling?

Captain of the football team, stoic and rough. Your body was toned and so wiry, filled with muscle and vigor.

But that was 600 pounds ago.

Now when you stand the only firm thing about you if your swallowed member, buried beneath your swinging fat pad, growing harder as you shuffle your way through the hall.

Panting, wheezing. Your face bubbles with sweat and heat just from rolling your fatass off the mattress in the morning.

But you just keep trying, don't you?

Don't you see those giant hammocks thundering, undulating with every labored step?

Can't you feel all that heavy lard pressing down upon your greasy organs, crushing the air out of you?

Each time I see my hoggie struggle, I rush over, grasping up the hang of your belly if only to get some meager weight off your feet.

But you'd only get frustrated, swaying and swatting your sausage fingers at me.

"I can do it mysh'elf! Sh'top baby'in me!!" Your fat cheeks making your lisp all the more adorable.

"Oh? Let's see if you can, fatass."

I'd drop your hang. Watching your eyes go wide as the flop of your own stomach topples you over. Crashing your cellulite ridden asscheeks to the floor.

I'm surprised it hasn't busted underneath you.

Moaning from pain flustered, frustrated tears in your eyes as you gasped for breath.

I'd lean over you, tutting and rubbing your overworked chest, wondering how close you are to your fourth heart attack.

I'd smooth my hands down placing my palms against your pulsing belly, feeling each roll jiggle beneath my touch until at last I would dig into the reach of your crotch, burying my hand into your dripping fat pad.

"Looks like you were doing so fine by yourself, pig. Really, for someone who can't reach themselves anymore your really showed me."

[onboardsorasora]

I need an update for bitch better have my money au!!!

Bestie my doll, you probably even forgot you sent this ask......from Dec 2024. Please forgive me.

Part 1 Part 2? Part 3?

They’d driven for a little while before Daniel pulled off of the desolate road into the parking lot of a motel that that most definitely seen better days. Max had looked over dubiously, not at all into getting bedbugs. Daniel had winked and gotten out of the car.

“You gonna be nice Maxy? Or should I leave you waiting in the trunk?” Daniel leaned over the passenger door, draping himself against the open window. Max barely heard what he said.

“I can be nice.” Max mumbled, he really didn’t want to go back into the trunk. Besides, he already knew that Daniel didn’t want to kill him. Not yet anyway, Christian hadn’t made him mad enough yet.

“Good.” Daniel crooned and opened the door. He hauled Max out, deftly releasing the cuffs that had him tied to the car. Daniel threw an arm around Max’s shoulder as he led them to the front office. “Be nice.” Daniel reminded as he reached for the door.

“I’m nice.” Max complained, gripping the back of Daniel’s shirt. He knew they looked together, and wondered if that was what Daniel was going for. Max figured he could help play it up a little more.

As Daniel leaned forward to greet and speak with the attendant joyfully, Max slipped his hand into the back pocket of Daniel’s jeans. Max’s heart thudded in his chest, his palm cupped Daniel’s cheek. Daniel didn’t flinch, but he did change his stance so that Max didn’t have to stretch. Max wondered if that was on purpose. 

He was staring, he knew. Staring at Daniel’s ass and his hand touching it. It was a nice ass from what he could feel and what he’d been seeing. He had no idea what Daniel was saying to the girl at the front desk, but Max jumped when he heard them both laugh. He looked up to see the girl staring right at him– the look on her face seemed jealous, maybe. Daniel looked back at Max and winked. 

Max knew his face was red.

The walk back to the car was quiet, the gravel crunchy underfoot. 

“Thank you for being nice.” Daniel said with a smile on his face. Max looked over at him.

“I told you I could be.” 

They stopped at the passenger door and Daniel crowded him into it, Max’s breath stopped. It was the only way to stop himself from moaning, truly. 

“Yes, you did. Didn’t you?” Daniel’s voice went lower and Max felt goosebumps on his skin.

“You should reward me then.” Max blurted and stilled, Daniel raised a brow at him. Max watched Daniel watching him, wondering what he was thinking.

Daniel smirked instead and Max felt decidedly caught.

Daniel opened the door behind him and ushered Max inside. He didn’t handcuff him, Max noticed. He could bolt right now while Daniel walked around the car. Run inside and beg the clerk to hide him or call for Christian.

But he didn’t.

Daniel looked over at him and started the car.

“Does Christian reward you Maxy? When you’re being a good boy?” Daniel asked, backing out of the space. Max felt the heat of the day on his skin already. He shook his head and Daniel maneuvered the parking lot.

“I bet he doesn’t.” Daniel continued.

“But you’re not Christian.” Max mumbled, hopefully.

“I’m not Christian.” Daniel confirmed. They stopped in front of a different building and Daniel leaned over– closer. “So what do you want?”

Max’s mouth went dry, his heart started thudding in his chest and ears. He was sure Daniel could hear it. 

“Fuck me.” Max whispered, pleading. It felt like it was all he ever wanted in life.

Daniel laughed and Max felt cold rejection. 

“For that? For being quiet back there? No negotiation just straight to it?” Daniel asked incredulously. “That asshole really neglected you huh?” Daniel muttered to himself. 

“Also I didn’t run away– you didn’t cuff me.” Max babbled, hoping by adding another thing it would be enough. Daniel tilted his head and looked at him.

Daniel hummed. “Come.” He said instead and then got out of the car. Max scrambled behind him hoping that that was some kind of foreshadowing. That this involved him being thrown on a bed maybe. He followed Daniel up the stairs and into a room.

[soloarcana]

Just Me, Avoiding my Resposibilities

Like an ADULT.

So in between this obscene amount of home repairs I have to do, I've taken to making covers for my downloaded fics on my kindle.

First up was Tiamatv's (seriously, why can't I find her Tumblr???) South Side Swing series. I've got South Side and West Woodlawn.

While I look for images for East Englewood, I decided that my @duckyboos-blog Bitch Better Have My Money series also needs its own covers, and so far I have Bad Things and Hold the Line.

I want to stick with a theme for each series, and so far I'm managing.

[sparklepxssy]

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