#meg thee stallion fanfic

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Boo's Dollhouse

Chapter 3: Boo

Boo was a young 32, tired of working a 9-5 and dealing with low budget sugar daddies who could only pay a bill or two. She wandered through the old New Orleans occult shop searching for a woman called Muerte. According to a trusted source, Muerte was a old and powerful cajan witch who could grant any wish, cure any sickness, and even stop the signs of aging.

Boo flew over quickly as soon as she had the time. She had a special request, but the shop seemed to be unattended except for a healthy Himalayan cat that slinked through aisles of random old cluttered junk. Who'd want to buy this shit she did not know. It looked like 20 years of a shitty yard sale. The fat cat watched her from a distance and went into the backroom giving her the absolute creeps. She was only mildly superstitious but cats in a creepy shop, no ma'am... Still, Boo followed and found in that backroom a bathroom and tiny storage along with another exit leading to outside. The funky cat walked out into sticky summer afternoon heat so Boo did too, finding a pretty young girl no older than 22 lounging outside in a chair drinking what looked to be fresh squeezed lemonade. She rolled her eyes like Boo was bothering her on her short break.

"What do you want?"

"Muerte?"

"Depends. Who sent you?"

This was the OLD powerful cajun witch? She looked fresh off of breast milk.

"Nola," the name rolled like butter off Boo's tongue.

Muerte stared at her and gestured for her to sit in the empty seat. "What are we talking about?"

Boo took a breath and produced a picture of the 71 year old Larry Buschall. "I need to marry him."

Muerte spit her lemonade in disgust.

"Girl not like that, he's rich," Boo explained. "But he's married to a white bitch. I need that trick dead and buried so I can move in."

"Ooh.."

"And when he's dead it'll all be mine. But I need his children out the picture for that to happen and the only way that can happen is if he signs a revised will that cuts them out."

"Okaay," Muerte followed.

"His ass is stubborn. I'd end up killing him before he could. I need full control over Larry so I can make him do what I need him to do."

"Now this is up my alley," Muerte smiled wickedly. She reached for the photo and instantly dropped it, a stunned look flashing briefly before understanding set in. "This man's soul already is owned by a powerful demon."

"What dat mean," Boo's brows shot up.

"Ol' Larry millions ain't come from building."

Boo kissed her teeth, resigned. "I knew it was something. Nigga can't even spell let alone make a million!"

"Wait," Muerte picked up the photo. "I didn't say you couldn't get the money.. Let me keep this. Come back tomorrow, I'll have an answer."

Boo did what Muerte said and returned to the shop the next day, propping her elbows on an encased row of old supposedly cursed objects. There were a few wandering customers if you could call them that. Muerte leaned in.

"How bad do you want this money."

"Can I get it without dying or selling my own soul?"

"There are worse things," Muerte stared. "Larry Buschall has a deal. He lives rich and free to 88. The demon that owns his contract, when he comes to collect, will make Larry his slave for eternity."

"And Larry knows this?"

"He suggested it."

Boo's eyes widened, but Muerte continued.

"There's a catch to his contract.. He must live on to 88, but it doesn't have to be in this plane... Take this," she slipped a tied cheesecloth bundle and a folded sheet of paper in Boo's hand. She whispered. "You have to make the move to meet him. Kill his wife. Make him consume your blood. Say these words and when he's yours to control, boil this satchel in water. Have him drink it just before bed. Read those words as he sleeps as long as it takes for him to leave his body. He'll still be alive.. until his 88th birthday."

Boo stood wondering how she'd get close to him. She had to play this smart.

"One last thing," Muerte smiled. "Tell Little Nola.. come back and see me sometime. Her great aunt.. hasn't seen her in over a year."

Boo looked her in the eye deciding it was best not to even ask. She wasn't stupid, she passed the message but she left the shop and shortly after, Louisiana. She went back to Texas where she could track the multi-millionaire and his bitch.. through media and socialite circles.

Research told Boo that the 58 year old plastic bodied blonde Karen Buschall enjoyed shopping with the top brands, eating at Masraff's, getting her hair done every other week, and visiting the gym a lot to keep her slim figure. Boo prowled these places, always ready and fantasizing methods and escapes. She'd kill Karen and get away with it. The thoughts were constant. It would be a smooth murder.

The moment Karen walked into Boo’s sight sitting on the exercise bike ahead with her hydroflask and air pods, Boo played it cool casually continuing her run on the treadmill. She watched subtly, pressed hair wrapped away as the woman did her time on the bike and moved to another machine. Boo moved through her circuit as well only looking up again when she noticed the woman wasn't on any machine, she was gone. A quick wipedown of her own machine and a search of the premises revealed Karen's location.. she was playing racquetball alone.

Boo circled the block and went back to the racquetball room, knocking to be let in. Karen immediately looked inconvenienced.

"What do you want it's occupied! Move along!"

Boo pushed her way in.

"It's a public room. You can play me or leave."

"You get out now before I have you removed," Karen threatened stepping closer but Boo picked up a racket holding it firm in her hand ready to knock a bitch head clean off. "Now you jungle freak," Karen pointed angrily at the door.

"Make me." Boo grabbed a ball and hit it against the wall, starting a game with herself. The ball whizzed by Karen's head.

Karen boiled over nearly screaming on her way to find someone who would kick out this negro girl. It made Boo laugh. She didn't wanna play, she had a darker motive. She waited to leave, dropped the racket, and went a different way to catch Karen alone and slipping.

Karen led an employee to the racquetball room but it was empty. The employee left her there and she stood with her hands angrily on her hips. That's when Boo made her presence known and purposely walked by so the woman would follow.

Boo was followed into the changing rooms where Karen thought she had her cornered. She walked right up on Boo as she was heading to a shower and got a knife swiped across her throat from one end to the other.

She fell onto the shower floor and couldn't talk or scream for help because she was gurgling on her own blood. Boo hadn't left a strand of evidence. She was like a ghost that had snuck into the gym and left as smoothly. She turned on the water and shut the curtain, escaping. No one would discover the body for some time.

She let the situation breathe for a few months. The murder was unsolved. The law couldn't do much and Larry was still Larry. The only ones who cared about his wife's death were her family members and there was nothing they could do.

Boo knuckled up and did some heavy scheming to schedule a business meeting with Larry himself. She had a vial of her own blood and needed him in a room alone. She couldn't swing that, but what she could do was infiltrate his business as a custodian. It was her way in and she used it to catch him in the men's restroom alone and not washing his hands. He saw her standing there with a head wrap, a rag, and a mask so not to breathe in chemical.

"You must be new, you a look a lil lighter than the help around here," he snarked. "Come open this door and act like ya good fa something."

Boo walked behind him and jumped on his back smothering him with the cloth. And squeezing her legs so not to be knocked off with all his flailing. It took a minute but he was down. She locked the door, held his mouth open, dripped her blood down his throat, read the spell, and left to enjoy the rest of the bright spring day in celebration of her accomplishment. She treated herself to a new pair of shoes. Who'd believe him or take him seriously if he did tell? She laughed about it to herself over a glass of red wine.

This time she drove straight up to his property's gate in her blue Hyundai dressed smart like a Meghan Markle with a lavender pressed button-up, pencil skirt, and scarf wrapped around her head and shoulders. With her sunglasses on she rolled her window down and smiled into the camera waiting for security to ask about her presence there.

"He's expecting me, he just doesn't know it yet. Be a doll and let him see who's waiting."

Within minutes the gate opened Boo rolled into the estate, parking and walking the stone path in her heels.

On site, the old geezer looked her up and down salaciously.

"SCRAM ya numbskulls," he waved to his security. "ARE Y'ALL DEAF? GET THE HELL ON!" He chuckled to himself as he circled Boo on his cane. "I needed me a nice young thing to look at 'round here. Hm. Can tend to this here tiguh." He lifted the waistband of his pants. "Aw yeah, this'll do just fine."

Boo stood like a Barbie and smiled.

"Well ain’t you somethin!" She rubbed his bald scalp. "So smoooth. You should let me show you a way to get an even closer cut."

"Aw nah baby, this hea' done fell out it's not coming back."

"Oh," Boo's hand shrinked back, "But you still have some," she touched the perimeter. She smiled inside watching his insecurity surface. She kept a poker face. "Oh," she giggled breathily, "You should let me give you a green tea mask it helps the circulation and also these dark marks."

"DARK?! Gimme the damn mask."

And that was how Boo worked her way into the mansion. Small command after small command she walked him inconspicuously like a dog on a short leash. He did everything she asked, unable to say no though he still had a disgusting mouth.

He gave her everything she wanted complaining the entire way and in return she played wife, secretary, and nurse.

She married him despite suspicions, fucking him only for appearance sake and she waited three years to make another move, using the time to integrate naturally.. getting to know security, the maid, the kitchen. She familiarized herself with the premises, the surrounding grounds, the finances, the assets, and the people in Larry's social circle. What she found made her smile. He didn't have one. No one liked or even respected Larry.. Not a soul. Not even his late wife or his three black children. Boo never met them. He didn't even keep pictures. According to Larry, he hated their black asses too. Still, they were set to inherit his riches if Boo did absolutely nothing so she did what anyone would do. She made her move.

"Sign this," she commanded as he was working. He glanced at the familiar document but it had obvious changes.

"What the hell is this?"

"Your will, dear."

"Bitch I can read, why the fuck is your name on it?"

"I'm your wife, silly!"

"Like hell-"

"Sign the paper," Boo grabbed his face squeezing it in her hand, her nails nearly in his cheeks. No one was around. He had no choice. She had all power over him. All the money would go to Tamara Leigh-Buschall. All of it. All the assets. Even his business which would be sold or dissolved. "Don't say a word about this to anyone," her eyes flashed devilishly.

She fixed a smile on her face and skipped off to submit the paperwork immediately in his name.

Two weeks later, she came to him in the kitchen. "Drink this," she commanded watching him take the brewed potion unaware of his compulsion to do so.

"Bitch what the fuck is this!? This tastes like shit," he smacked spitting half of it on the ground. "HELP THIS JIGGABOO TRYNA POISON ME."

"Shut yo old ass up." She gripped his throat. "Drink it, it's good for your body."

He couldn’t say a word.

She helped him up the stairs and into his own bed where she rubbed his forehead peacefully and let him talk shit about everyone including her until he fell asleep. She read the spell again and again like a mantra in a whisper until she had it memorized and no longer needed the paper. She whispered it in his ear and rubbed his forehead. She did this until sunrise, yawning and fighting sleep. She checked his pulse. The potion had stopped it and was mimicking death.

She called security immediately to check him, acting shocked when they declared him dead. There were no questions, no investigations.. No time was wasted putting him in the ground. His spirit was no longer in his body and by the time his pulse returned it would be too late. He was 6 feet under.

No one was interested in a funeral and no one was sad or upset. They were relieved.

Boo's first order of duty was to double salaries as a way to secure eternal loyalty. With everyone on one page, everything became simple. They were a team.

Boo sat happily in her new studio going over legal documents.

"Oh you frog-legged wide nose ragamuffin bitch," Larry's voice rang out frightening her. He was supposed to be gone. She looked around not finding a source for the sound. "I oughtta smother you in yo sleep."

"Try it you'll be a twice dead mothafucka."

She took another look around finding nothing. There was only one explanation. His spirit had left his body and remained in the mansion. She had to live with it until he turned 88 or move out and she wasn't going anywhere.

"You ain't gone run me out of here," she settled back into her chair crossing her legs. "I worked for this shit. Harder than you ever did."

"You gone get'chos... Best believe. You. Gone. Get Yos."

"Boy bye, I got money to make."

She revamped and redecorated it all for a new start and started her own business.. something she knew a lot about and could get up easily. All she needed was a team of bad bitches about their money who could be trusted to keep private matters private and she knew just where to look.

Thus, Boo's Dollhouse was born.

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[steponmepinkjun]

How bout now?

Honestly the mood rn is happy spoopy season we love spoopy season the mood this month is 50% excitement bc I am finally scheduling my uterus-deletus surgery woohoo cannot fucking WAIT to yeet this goddamn useless organ out of my body, I don't need her she's giving us nothing, not only thta but I can't wait to not have to worry about being denied my meds since they can cause birth defects bc the US is now a forced birth hellstate, gonna fuckin YEET this bitch n be done w her 10evr I'm so fucking happy I cried at my Dr's appt ufhwufjahdn and but also mood 50% trepidation bc I am trying to write fic (NOBODY PERCIEVE ME EVEN U DONT PERCIEVE ME AS I TYPE THIS I AM RETIRED FROM FIC FOREVER AND I MEANT IT WHEN I SAID I WOULD NEVER WRITE FIC OF THE BOYFIES. I STILL MEAN IT, LOOK AWAY, I AM NOT WRITING BOYFIE FIC I am attempting to write boyfie fic) but like legitimately. This is my publicish coming out as being like going on five months sober lmfao bleh 🤪 hot girl shit 🤪 jfhwjdueiaj and tbh doing creative stuff is a lot harder now than it used to be, drunk me had soooo much creative genius she was so funny n so glam omg but like also she's dead bc I literally don't miss her so 🤷🏻‍♀️ OVERSHARE OVERSHARE OVERSHARE JGHWBFHRJAUFNSUHFNSJS thank u for asking my little kumquat

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[melaninswift]

I’m writing again ! send in requests to my fanfic page @cherryweatherr

it’s mostly harry styles x black!reader unless stated otherwise :)

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[realhotdweebshit]

thunderstorms | nsfw

pairing: Thor x Black Reader

summary: Thunderstorms make Thor...moody. Meg thee Stallion style. While Thor is indeed the god of thunder, thunder (in return) wields a sort of power of him. Particularly his temperament--his emotions are intensified. Be it joy, sadness, anger, or lust (your favorite), his sensitivity to that emotion is multiplied by nearby storms. All the electricity in the air...and it's the summer. Shit.

warnings: teasing, femdom, v light bondage, cheesy writing overall

rating: mature (18+) not graphic but v horny

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You absentmindedly swipe through the apps on your home screen, trying to kill time as you wait for the elevator. Your background distracts you for a moment; a photo of Thor Odinson, previously King of Asgard and Ruler of the Nine Realms and currently your boyfriend, asleep on your couch. He's so cute, you think to yourself. A sudden ding yanks your head up. The doors open, revealing an empty car. You and someone in a worn college hoodie enter. You recognize them as your neighbor, living one level below. You exchange nonverbal hellos before resuming your separate reveries.

You unlock your screen once more, reflexively. No notifications in the last 90 seconds? Baffling. Bored, you decide to check the weather.

Cloudy, cloudy, cloudy--Jesus, what a bummer week, you think to yourself until your eyes land on Friday night. 100% chance of thunderstorms.

"Oh fuck yeah!" you say out loud. You panic as you remember your neighbor standing beside you. Thank God, headphones. Like clockwork the elevator doors open. They shoot you a tired smile before exiting.

The moment the doors close, you break into a pelvic thrust heavy celebratory dance.

...

Thunderstorms make Thor...moody. Meg thee Stallion style. While Thor is indeed the god of thunder, thunder (in return) wields a sort of power of him. Particularly his temperament--his emotions are intensified. Be it joy, sadness, anger, or lust (your favorite), his sensitivity to that emotion is multiplied by nearby storms. All the electricity in the air...and it's the summer. Shit.

If I play my cards right, this one night could lead to a three day dick down. You smirk to yourself as wicked ideas fly through your head. Oh, he's going to hate you this week.

It'll be worth it.

Teasing is one of your favorite pastimes. Thor "hates" it. You add quotes because while he gets visibly vexed once he catches on to what you're doing, he also gets tangibly turned on and encourages you to go further.

The word encourages is being polite. Begs is the exact term. An image of Thor panting flashes before your eyes.

You’re sitting poised at the end of the bed, dragging your fingers in lazy circles on the inside of his thigh. Your eyes zoom in on your favorite silk head scarf, tied in a neat bow around Thor’s wrists at the top of your metal bed frame. Of course he could free himself at any moment, but that was your favorite scarf. If he ripped it, you certainly wouldn’t be in the mood to continue, and he certainly wouldn’t survive being left hanging. Not in this position, I mean he’s completely naked.

Your eyes darted to his heaving chest. His breath was uneven. A thin sheen of sweat blanketed his muscular frame. You glanced at his face and saw more beads forming at his forehead.

“You dare treat a god this way?” He rasped.

“You don’t like how I’m touching you?” You replied with thinly veiled faux concern, withdrawing your fingers. He nearly snarled with frustration.

“You’ve had me bound to your bed for two hours and barely touched me. This is torture,” he spat out. You immediately wrapped your hand around his throbbing third leg, massaging it. The relieved moans that burst through him shocked the both of you, but you kept up your rhythm. His body collapsed into your touch; his head lolled to the side.

“I don’t want to torture you, baby. I just want to make you feel good,” you assured him. He moaned louder, and his hips began to roll with your movements. Out of the window you noticed clouds begin to loom and you grinned.

Tssst.

A tiny tearing sound wiped the smile from your face and halted your hand. Thor’s head shot up and his eyes met yours. You saw genuine fear in his eyes and knew in that moment that you truly were the baddest bitch in the nine realms.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry it was only a tear it was only a tear I won’t do it again,” he said in one breath. He was nearly hyperventilating. You tore your hand off of him and he wailed.

“First you accuse me of torture then you rip my favorite scarf? What am I supposed to wear next time I don't feel like doing my hair? Clearly you're not appreciating my efforts tonight-”

“Please, please don’t stop,” he cut you off. “I beg you please, let me apologize, let me show you how much I appreciate you, please.”

The high that washed over you was almost overwhelming. Your skin was practically buzzing. You were suddenly drunk with power, and power made you greedy.

“I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. For a second, I thought I heard the god of thunder begging. What did you just say?”

He gritted his teeth for a moment, then exhaled.

“I beg you, y/n,” he whispered, eyes pleading. “Release me, and I will make it up to you right away. A thousand times over.”

Your eyes widen with excitement as you stand up to untie him. “A thousand times over? You forget I’m a mere mortal.”

The moment the fabric falls to the floor his arms snake around your waist. Thor tucks you underneath him as he spreads your legs.

“Prepare for divine intervention, my love.”

You snap out of the fond memory almost as quickly as you fell into it. You squirm in discomfort, feeling the effects of your daydreaming soak into your underwear. Thank God you made it back to your apartment before becoming a horny mess.

Thor’s apology touched you so deeply you had to call out of work the next day. And that was without a storm.

With an evil smile, you begin to plan your attack.

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[rukia-writes]

Do you think meg thee stallion reads fanfics?

Maybe not?

She likes bnha and aot that I know of, so like-

What if she’s read a few works 👀👀👀👀👀👀

#oh my gosh 💙💙💙

[thewritingstar]

I know I'm late but 1-25 end of year ask pls

Thats okay! Ask box is always open! so since this is about 2020, all my answers are based off of them, some have changed now but for the purpose of this, here ya go! 1. Song of the year? -Wolf in Sheep's Clothing, Set it Off 2. Album of the year?- Taylor Swift's Folklore 3.Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year? -Either Heathers the musical or Meg Thee Stallion 4. Movie of the year? - Over the Moon 5. TV show of the year? -Avatar the Last Airbender, Promised Neverland, New Girl, Survivor 6. Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you? idk what ep number it was but the episode where zuko and aang go to the dragon place 7. Favorite actor of the year? -Grey Griffin, Tara Strong and Sara Paulson 8. Game of the year?- Kirby Star Allies, Super Mario Galaxy, Mario Kart 8 9. Best month for you this year?- 2020 wasn't a very good year in general esp for my mental health 10 Something that made you cry this year? I struggled with an eating disorder 11. Something you want to do again next year? Write more fanfic 12. Talk about a new friend you made this year- I've made a lot of friends this year in the ppg fandom and im thankful for all of them. 13. How was your birthday this year?- So I rarely have good birthdays and my 20th was no exception. since my birthday was in April right as cover hit, my friends made me a zoom birthday and that was really nice and I got to forget about stuff for a while 14. Favorite book you read this year?- tbh I haven't read a book in a while but a ton of fics 15. What’s a bad habit you picked up this year?- not a habit in a way but I developed physical tips 16. Post a picture from the beginning of the year- imma pass 17. Post a picture from the end of the year-imma pass but I look the same 18. A memorable meal this year?- I had this really good chocolate/ coffee cake and my god was it amazing 19. What’re you excited about for next year?- I moved! 20. What’s something you learned this year?-to be nicer to myself 21. What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year? I lived with my parents vs I live with my friend (we moved jan but still) 22. Favorite place you visited this year?-didn't travel except for like an hour from my house 23. If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?- bitch you got adhd 24. Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions?- I wanted to be better at eating, and now I eat 3+ meals a day :) 25. Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one.- not really, don't have a lot of os's besides kids in future fics that I use once

[shokobuns]

hey there! my name is nova :)

☆ my pronouns r she/her & i’m bisexual

☆ a virgo!

☆ in love with: suna rintarou (he’s so pretty n lazy i love him), miya atsumu, kageyama tobio, kozume kenma, sakusa kiyoomi, miya osamu, hinata shoyo, gojo satoru, & megumi fushiguro

☆ hobbies include: idk bitch

☆ likes: math, chemistry, steve lacy, tyler the creator, degradation, meg thee stallion, school (yes. all common core subjects.), space, women, junji ito’s tomie, sour candy, nyx eyeliner, lip gloss, sparkly things, cats, my dog, sanrio plushies, stickers, cute lil notebooks

☆ dislikes: racist ppl, homophobic ppl, tomatoes, teacher x student tropes (my teachers r my parental figures sue me), circles, regressive tax systems, basic arithmetic calculators, eutrophication, wet socks

☆ i’ve been writing for awhile for different fandoms n i’ve gotten back into fanfic writing! this is my haikyuu/jjk blog :D (n maybe aot)

☆ i will nut on the spot for some bordeaux cookies 

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