#i gotta put him number one FUCKKKK

[uzurakis]

cute megumi hc is that he lovessss watching you talk, eat, train literally anything but he’s been caught and teased by itadori and nobara too much so he avoids any kinda affection in public HOWEVER when you two are alone at his place and you’re sleeping on his couch while waiting for him to finish showering he crouches down in front of you and brushes you hair out of your face and just admires your sleeping face for as long as he can and savours it so he can have a mental image of it all day long

THIS UGHH somehow he’s showing his affection very attentively when you’re not looking or realizing, like this! can’t count how many times he just stared at you out of adoration and people around thought he was zooming out or daydreaming in the middle of the room when he’s actually picturing you inside his eyesight :( and when you catch him off guard he’ll only stutter out “i’m sorry!” because either (1) he wasn’t paying attention to what u were saying for he was too focused on you (2) he was saying sorry because he was focusing on you wygsgg poor megumi aaaa he gets so frustrated when this happens

so like from your scenario.. quietly, the aloof guy walks over and crouches down beside you. his eyes trace the contours of your face, memorizing every detail. he brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. the sight of you so serene and at ease makes his heart swell with a tenderness he rarely lets show

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers. megumi leans in a bit closer, committing the peaceful image of you to memory, knowing he’ll replay it in his mind throughout the day. gently, he places a soft kiss on your forehead, careful not to wake you. “sleep well, baby”

[tsukkiseasalt]

Eyes That Won’t Wonder

1

description: after the death of your former patient you are assigned to Mr. Wakatoshi, a quiet, handsome, older gentleman who quite frankly doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself or his dick in his pants.

warning this story will contain: smut, smut & more smut. specifically breeding, anal, dirty talk, friends fucking, camboy bokuto, himbo bokuto, &so much more!

“Is this what you wanted, to be bent over in a filthy public bathroom and used as a human cum disposal?” He grunted into your ear, voice thick and full with lust.

This isn't what you had at all expected when you had gotten assigned to him, and in all honesty you didn’t even think you’d like him; nonetheless, you agreed with him. “Y-yes sir.”

 “Who would have ever thought the sweet girl that I met not even five months would be so fucking eager to get fucked and filled in such a place like this?” His words caused your head to spin. An array of struggled moans slipped past his thick fingers which he had shoved between your puffy red pout and down your throat which had previously been occupied by his cock. 

“It’s ok though doll, I’ve wanted this too.” He groaned, snapping his hips forward. 

His free hand that was knotted into your hair yanked you up and forced you to look in the mirror in front of you. You didn't even recognize yourself like this, but this is what you wanted after all right.

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The morning sun that filtered through the curtains danced on your cheeks while you scrolled aimlessly on your phone. 

“Hey, hey, hey.!.” You heard as the door opened revealing your bubbly bright eyed roommate. A small smile graced your face as he laid down beside you wrapping a thick arm around you. 

“Hey.” You said putting your phone down looking down at him.

“You ready for today?” He asked rubbing circles on your thighs, fingertips rough on your skin.

You shrugged as you watched him, “I guess so, it's been kinda hard since Washijō passed.”

Bokuoto’s usual smile turned into a slight frown as you mentioned your old patient turned friend. “He’s not suffering anymore.” He said quietly, trying to comfort you. 

“ I know, I just miss the old geezer sometimes.” You mumble letting your fingers glide through his two-toned locks. “But the report says that the new guy, Ushi-something, is only in his late 50’s.”

Bokuto now wore a puzzled expression on his face. “That’s not exactly old.”

“I know, but hey at least he’s not on his deathbed.” You say knocking on your wooden nightstand.

He laughed at the gesture and rolled off you. “It’s almost 7, so you should probably start getting ready if you're gonna be there by 7:30.” 

“I know but the bed is so comfortable.” You whined stretching out over the entirety of the space.

“I bet it won't be so comfortable after your in it everyday when you get fired for missing your first day back in three weeks.” He sassed hands on his hips. 

“Shouldn’t you be getting fucked in the ass or something?” You questioned whipping your head around to look at him.

He gasped and threw a shirt that was on the floor at you. “I do the fucking thank you very much!” He exclaimed dramatically as he sauntered out of your room.

“Tell that lie to someone who’s going to believe you miss butt-plug.” You yelled rolling off the bed and onto the floor with a thump. “Ow.”

“I hate you!” He screamed. “I’m getting a new roommate!”

“ Good luck finding someone who will disinfect your toys while you're at the gym.” You retaliate, digging through your dresser to find your scrubs.

“You did that out of your own free will.” He said, popping his head into your door throwing something at you. Your scrubs.

“Thanks love.” You smile.

“Still hate you.” He says crossing his arms in your doorway. You amble over to him and get on your tiptoes planting a wet kiss on his cheek. “Still hate me now.”

“Y-yes, what the fuck was that supposed to do?” He asked, wiping his cheek.

“I dunno, worked in highschool.” You shrugged, pulling your shirt off revealing your chest along with the rest of your unclothed body. 

“Getting naked won't work either.”

“Why? Am I not sexy anymore?” You fake pouted, pulling your bra on along with your top.

“No, still very sexy, I've just developed an immunity for it.” He said matter of factly. 

“Hmmm.” You mumbled pulling up your pants. “Guess i'll just have to find a new way to get you to love me.” You mumbled purposely grazing his cock as you pushed past him to get to the bathroom. “But if I do say so myself, it doesn't feel like you’ve developed an immunity. Felt hard as a rock to me.” 

“Hey hey hey, don’t get me all worked up just to leave for work.” He mumbled, reaching a long arm out to pull you to him by your waist. You could feel his breath against your lips as his skilled fingers worked into your waistband and started to knead your ass like it was bread dough.

“No no, you hate me, remember.” You say reaching around grabbing his hand and forcing him to stop. 

“I was just kidding bro, please don’t do this. I haven’t gotten to touch you in forever please mamas.” He pleaded, emphasizing the last word, seeing as to how he knew it was your weakness. 

“Don’t you have a boyfriend.” You mumbled tilting your head back ever so slightly so he could plant light kisses in all the places he knew you liked them most. 

“Open relationship.” He mumbled into your skin. “And kaashi specifically said i can have you whenever i pleased.”

“Oh really.” You moaned as he sucked on the flesh just beneath your earlobe.

“Yep, he actually wanted you to shoot a scene with us.” He groaned, grinding his length into your stomach. 

“Fuck, Bo, I’m gonna be late.” You moaned as he rubbed around your tight pucker before pushing past the tight muscles.

“No you're not, I can do this while you get ready.” He whispered lowly in your ear. 

“Fuck, fine.” You moan, hands grabbing at his hair. He lifts you and takes you to the bathroom placing you down in front of the sink. You moan as he pulls your pants down immediately falling to his knees, tongue darting out to lap your hole. “Oh my fuck.” You whine, grabbing your toothbrush. You have to really focus and resist the urge to spread your cheeks so he could have better access to you in order to put the toothpaste on the toothbrush.

“Yum.” He groans and brings his hands to spread you out almost as though he had read your mind. You shove your hips back further into his face as you brush your teeth, struggling to keep your head up. 

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He says getting up and grabbing the bottle of lube off the counter. He squirts some on his fingers and massages it into your hole and pulls his sweats down to lather the remainder of it onto his cock. You spit as he pushes into you. Slowly but surely he thrusts into you, hands harshly gripping your ass. 

“Fuck.” You whine, hands gripping the edge of this sink as you struggle to keep you composure.

“That’s what I'm doing.” He mumbles wickedly in your ear. You cry out as he begins hitting your g-spot repeatedly. 

“Gunna, c-cum.” You manage your head falling onto the countertop. He speeds up his thrust and you can feel him begin to twitch in you motioning that he’s now chasing his own release. 

“Fuckkkk!” You exclaim legs quivering as you squirt all onto your bottoms and the floor beneath you. 

“Shit.” He groans slamming into you one final time before he pulls out and finishes on your ass.

You both huff as you catch your breath. 

“Dammit now I gotta change, and I still havent done my makeup.” You sigh pulling your head off the cool porcelain. 

“Here.” He says handing you a moist towel. “You clean yourself up and I'll go get your other scrubs.” 

You nod to him kinda as a silent thank you and then he disappears to get your other uniform. You step out of your drenched bottoms and pull your top over your head tossing them in the basket in the corner. You gently wipe the remaining lube from your ass and your juices from your legs before tossing the towel in the basket as well.

“Here.” He says handing you an identical uniform to the one you just took off. You hurriedly slide them on and rush back to your room to get your phone.

“Have you seen my bag…” You trail off as you see him standing with it in hand beside the door. 

“Thanks.”You say, grabbing it. “And do the laundry.”

“You can't ask nicely?” He huffs causing you to roll your eyes.

“Do the fucking laudry or ill shove that so far down your fucking throat itll come out of that pretty plump little behind of yours.” You say sweetly pointing at that large purple dildo sitting on the couch.

“You think my ass is plump huh?” He smirks, leaning against the door.

“Laundry.” You say sternly.

“Fine.” He mumbles now rolling his eyes. He opens the door allowing you out. 

“Be safe.” He waves as you open your car door.

“Kk, don’t burn the house down.” You wave back. 

“No promises.” He says smiling innocently before slamming the door. 

Shaking your head you get in and set off in the direction that the GPS instructs. 

“Nice, made it in time and with time to spare.” You mumble to yourself sliding your watch onto your wrist. You pulled up to the gate, typed in the numbers that were scribbled at the bottom of the paper, and thankfully it opened without a struggle. You slowly drove up the long driveway admiring the array of greenery that was along the path. 

“Goodness.” You gawked once you caught sight of the house. It was huge. “Who the hell even is this guy?” You mumble parking in front. You pull out the paper and scan over it. There isn’t much beside the fact that he had back surgery two years back. That was odd, he was only 59, and only had one major issue. Usually the company wouldn't even send someone out unless that patient was in their late 60’s and had major health issues- Washijō for example, he was 83, had two bum knees as well as a new hip. Compared to him this new guy- Ushijima Wakatoshi- was a spring chicken in your eyes.

Shrugging you grabbed your bag and headed for the front door, again admiring the beauty of the home. You grab the knocker and give it two big hits and wait. Moments later you hear the lock on the other side turning. The door opens revealing a handsome man with golden eyes, olive hair and a tall build. 

“You must be Mr. Wakatoshi’s son, I hope I'm not pronouncing that incorrectly, I’m his new home health aid” You smile, eyes wandering down to his bare chest. He’s almost in as great shape as Bo & he’s probably twice his age. You think to yourself, eyes glancing at his biceps before making eye contact with him again. 

He lets out a sound that resembles a cough and you realize that's his laugh. “You pronounced it just fine, and no, I’m Mr. Wakatoshi.” If not for the words you would have been drooling at the low rasp that was his voice.

“What, what!” You shriek.

i was really hornknee when i came up with this concept. lets see where it gets me :)

[arrowflier]

Omggg my heart is aching with the small Mickey and Ian one 😭😭 please do a part two fuckkkk

I’M SORRY ANON BUT LOOK LOOK I FIXED IT.  Moved this to the top of my prompt list so I wouldn't leave you hanging.

Part 1 if anyone needs their heart broken before I make it better.  The parallels will make more sense too.

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It's early on a Saturday afternoon when Mickey sees it. 

They're over at the Gallagher house, watching Franny while Debbie works and Liam studies upstairs.  Mickey has just finished chasing Franny around the house in a rousing game of liquor store robbery and collapsed on the worn sofa next to Ian, letting the other man drape an arm over his sweaty shoulders.

"She wear you out?" Ian asks, amused, as he turns down the volume on whatever comedy show rerun he was watching.

Mickey shakes his head, letting the movement tuck him more thoroughly into Ian's hold.

"Nah, just gotta give Little Red a break," he claims, but grins when Ian raises his eyebrows at him.

The both turn back to Franny, still zooming around the living room like a ginger Tasmanian devil, and Ian laughs.

"Yeah, looks like you really did a number on her," Ian quips, and Mickey elbows him in the gut.  Ian lifts him arm to grab Mickey by the hair, shaking him lightly.

Mickey smacks ineffectively at his husband's hand.  "Hey man, watch the..." he trails off.

Because from the corner of his eye, he can see what Franny is up to.  She’s bent over a box Debbie had brought down from the attic that morning, digging through old toys and papers, pulling out an old, raggedly, doll.

A doll that looks oddly familiar.

Mickey stares long enough that Ian notices, and releases him.

“Mick,” he starts, sounding worried.  “You okay?”

Mickey clears his throat.  “Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he says, then, “where’d that old thing come from?”

Ian gives him a confused look, so he nods his head at the doll that Franny is now happily playing with on the living room floor.  She bends it’s limbs in all sorts of unnatural directions as they watch.

“Oh, that?” Ian says casually.  “That was Fiona’s I think.  Debbie lugged it around for a while too, back before she stole that kid.”

Mickey’s head snaps toward him.  “Stole the...” he shakes his head.  “No, never mind, I don’t wanna know.”  He sits quietly, feeling Ian’s eyes still on him, and thumbs the side of his nose.

“Why?” Ian finally asks, and Mickey huffs. 

“Not important,” he says, then stands abruptly from the sofa.  “Hey, why don’t we take the kid to the park today?”

Franny hears that.  “Park?” she asks excitedly, jumping up from the floor.  She runs over to Mickey, dragging the doll by an arm, until she can wrap her own arms around Mickey’s leg.

“Yeah kid, why not?” he offers, ignoring Ian’s confused face behind him.  “Go get Liam too, little Einstein probably needs a break.”

Franny eagerly runs off to do as she’s told, and Ian stands to move forward next to Mickey.  He wraps his arms around him from behind, loose but present, and Mickey leans back into it.

“What’s this about, Mickey?” Ian asks softly, but Mickey just shakes his head again.  

“Tell you when we get there,” he promises instead.  “It’s fine, Ian.”

Ian tightens his hold briefly, then lets go when the kids come storming back down the stairs, relenting.  He helps Franny into her coat while Mickey helps Liam track his down under a stack of laundry, and then they’re out the door, and off.

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The route to the park is familiar.  They pass the building where Ian had pressed him against the wall in broad daylight to kiss the life out on the way to the L after a family dinner.  And the alley where someone had tried to mug them one night only to run away when he saw Mickey’s tats, leaving them both laughing so hard they had to hold each other up.  

When they got to the park itself, Mickey made straight for the bench where Ian had sat on his lap two weeks ago just to piss off some holier-than-thou, gentrifying housewife.  Franny and Liam immediately made for the playground together, but Ian followed him, sitting close at his side this time with an arm around his waist.

For a moment, they just watch.  Liam is helping Franny climb the jungle gym, no small feat considering that she still hasn’t let go of her new favorite toy: that dirty, torn, raggedy doll that Mickey had somehow recognized from twenty-odd years ago.

“So,” Ian finally starts.  “We’re here.”

Mickey hums.  “We are,” he agrees.  He leaves it at that just long enough to feel Ian’s chest heave in a sigh, then smiles and scoots even closer.

“You come here a lot as a kid?” he asks Ian, who’s surprised by the question.

“Uh, I guess,” he answers slowly.  “I mean, Monica brought us sometimes, but she’d kinda forget we were here, so we usually told her we didn’t want to go.”  He turns his gaze to Mickey’s profile.  “Why?”

Mickey shrugs.  “Met you here,” he reveals, and can tell by the way Ian’s arm stiffens around him that the other man doesn’t know what to make of that.

“No, you didn’t,” Ian disagrees.  “I think I’d remember that, Mick, come on.”

“Nah, I did,” Mickey insists, still not looking at him.  “You were like, a baby then, you wouldn’t remember.”  He knows Ian wants to respond to that, but he doesn’t let him, pushing on instead.

“Musta been you, Lip, and Fiona,” he tells Ian.  “All together over by that sandbox.”  He points at the broken plastic turtle that’s seen better times, now barely holding any sand at all.  “Your idiot brother stole that damn doll from her and ran.”

“Franny’s doll?” Ian asks, intrigued.  “How are you so sure?”

Mickey snorts, and finally turns to face him, one leg coming up onto the bench between them.  Ian’s arm falls from his back, his hand landing on Mickey’s knee, where his thumb starts to stroke back and forth.

“I’d know you anywhere, Red,” he shares.  “Your hair’s like a fuckin’ target man, can’t hide that shit.”

Ian blinks at him.  “But you said I was a baby.”

“You were.  Like, one or two, I guess?  But you already had the hair.”  Mickey reaches up with one hand, ruffles it through Ian’s close-cropped curls, and laughs when Ian goes cross-eyed trying to see what he’s doing.  “Even then I wanted to fuckin’ touch it,” Mickey muses.

Ian finally catches that hand and brings it down between them, linking their fingers.  “Why didn’t you?” he questions.  “I mean, I didn’t know you for years after that, why didn’t you come talk to us?”

Mickey’s lips twist.  “Tried to,” he admits.  “Well, sorta.  But Fiona was protective, and you started fuckin’ cryin’.”  He looks down, then back up through his lashes.  “Scared the shit out of me, man.  Thought I fuckin’ broke you.”  He shrugs.  “So I left.”

They’re quiet for another moment, before Ian breaks the silence.

“Too bad,” he sighs.  Mickey looks at him questioningly, and he grins.  “If I’d known you were that soft earlier, I might have made a move before you tried to kill me.”

“Uncle Mickey, Uncle Ian!” Franny shouts, interrupting their moment.  She runs toward them from the playground, Liam trailing behind her.

Mickey shifts to put both feet back on the ground, leaning forward to catch her as she barrels into his legs for the second time that day.

“What up Little Red?” he asks, but she’s too busy poking at the tattoos on his hand to respond.

He looks up when Liam answers instead.  “Time to go back,” Liam says, “I gotta finish that workbook tonight.”

“Says who?” Mickey asks, and Liam rolls his eyes.

“Says me, because I don’t want to do it tomorrow,” he responds, and Mickey mumbles nerd under his breath, but obediently stands and hoists Franny up onto his hip.

“Nooo, Uncle Ian!” she cries, wriggling, and Mickey scoffs as Ian reaches over to take her with a shit-eating grin.  

“Fine, take her,” Mickey says, “we all know I’m still the favorite.”

It’s Ian’s turn to roll his eyes, turning to carry Franny back toward the house.  Liam follows behind them, but Mickey lingers.

He looks out over the playground again.  He’s been there more in the last two years than he ever had been as a child, sat on that bench with Ian and run through the woodchips with Franny and even pushed Fred on the baby swings once.  The kid had smiled up at him like he was the king of the world, even fucking reached for him after.  It was a far cry from the days he prowled the edges, selling drugs and spotting targets for his pops.  Even farther from the days he had wandered back on his own when his mom wasn’t there, just hoping to catch sight of that splash of fire-red again.

“Hey Mick!” the owner of that red hair calls from behind him.  “You coming?”

Mickey smiles.  He casts one more look over everything, then turns.  Ian is waiting for him, Franny in his arms, Liam at his side, and Mickey goes to them.  They know the way home, but he’ll walk it with them anyway.

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

Oh god, best friend’s dad? I mean, it’s so tempting to say Andy Barber, right? And it depends on how much diverse you want your masterlist to be, because you’ve written like 3 (?) amazing Andy Barber series? So I wouldn’t want to make you create another universe, but then again, there is never enough stories with Andy, am I right? So, Andy Barber is a definite yes from me.

But, I would really really really love to see your interpretation of Ari.. He just looks like he’s nasty in bed, so I think he definitely would seduce (or let himself be seduced by) his child’s bestie… Like, he has no shame. He’d be so smug and so proud of himself. And also knowing you, I’m so sure you would make him even nastier. So that’s something to think about (and if you do, remember the smoking kink we’ve talked about? I wouldn’t mind seeing that in the story👀👀).

And, it’s been a long time, but I also wrote you a message that I’m curious how you’d corrupt our dear daddy Frank. I kinda feel like he would be the exact opposite of Ari. He wouldn’t want to admit to himself that he has feelings for you, and he would push you away, but at the same time, he would come onto you first, if that makes sense? (Maybe you provoked him to, led him into a trap and he walked right into it). And just for the fun of it, you would totally tease him about it, give lectures about how it’s wrong and accuse him of taking advantage of you and SKSJJSJSJ😭, you know he’s a grump just from taking one look at him, and he is an actual dad and does the parenting (unlike canon!Ari, who didn’t really seem to give a fuck about his daughter), so he wouldn’t hesitate to put you in your place, to scold you, to degrade you and talk down to you, like you were a baby, and oh to have him talk to you in a condescending to you :’) I mean, not that he’d ever humiliate Mary or something, but he can let himself go when it comes to you😌.

So, in this order: Ari (because he’s one filthy mother fucker), Frank (because he’s too innocent to start something with his daughter’s best friend) and Andy (because he’s the actual loml and the way you write him? Top Tier. Cheff’s Kiss. Needs To Be Archived.)

Aaaand, I have a question if you don’t mind? Have you already considered writing for Lloyd Hansen after TGM is out? Or do you already know you won’t write for him?

The number one answer is always Andy. He’s a classic, nothing wrong with that. And if think about it, he’s the only daddy that’s a dad. It’s not our fault. But you are also correct about that! I have so many Andy stories, which I don’t mind at all. I’m just prioritizing them a little less because it’s very easy to me to write Andy. I want a little bit of a challenge, a little bit of difference sometimes. So, yes, Andy is getting a best friend’s dad smutty chapter, but he’ll probably be the last one.

Oh, and Ari? Fuckkkk. I haven’t written for him yet, but the way this is already working out??? He’s so hot. And yes, he is a father, like Andy. Butttt…come on now, we don’t gotta lie. I’m not about to sit here and say he’s wrong, but you know…he’s definitely not a good father. He’s an absent father, so it’s just not the same as with Andy. However, he has me. I’m in love. I want the hair, the beard, I want the angsty moods, I want it all. That man hasme, so his is definitely high priority. Ughhhhhhhh, smoking kink. I somehow had forgotten (but excuse me while I go make a huge ass note in my document to MAKE THIS HAPPEN!)

Oops! I forgot Frank. Oh yeah, I wasn’t originally planning on him, but it’s time. I want to write him so bad and I have a large portion of another fic I’ve already written for him that I’m just not sure if it’s going to happen. Soooo…I might just steal a little from it. Expect Frank bc shit, that man is a different kind of dad. He’s an uncle dad, which is like on a completely different level. Like he’s a dad by choice, and not even his own child! (If you haven’t figured out, I have very negative experiences with fathers, so this is just a lot for me🤣) and oh my fucking god, please Frank needs to talk to me like I’m a baby

Soooo, Lloyd Hansen. If you asked me that a few months ago, my answer would have been: ehhh, prob not. Now? NOW!? Seeing those pictures of Evans?! Fuck, I’m fucked. That’s what I’m expecting lol. Ughhh, he wasn’t supposed to look good! So, I’m not 100% sure, but let’s just say I would be surprised if I didn’t end up writing some fun little cliché spy fic (which tbh, I’ve alwayswanted to write for Steve. Some catwoman-esque shit, but sometimes plots just kinda wait and I realize they are better suited for other characters, so we shall see.)

[trikxx]

Lookk so to mention this is not just any friends to lovers story my toxic side is screaming friends with benefits type beat so😉 there will be some heartbreaking and Shinsou talking to other girls and you talking to other boys❤️❗️this is also a poc reader sooo read if you want i dont own you🤷🏽‍♀️

Songs for this chapter ⬇️

• B***h dont kill my vibe by kendrick Lamar

• in control nba youngboy

⚠️❗️marijuana use in this chapter❗️⚠️

"Alright we have 569 orders to pack Toshi." You say to Shinsou "ok hold on." Shinsou said licking and blunt to finish rolling it. You grabbed a box of packages and put it in the living room the grabbing your computer to print out labels and receipts.

You light a candle and turn on some music (the song at the top) Shinsou puts the blunt to the side and starts labeling the packages and putting the orders together in this order costumers order, business card, thank you card, and receipt. You do final packaging and stamp for the mail marking each order off the list and putting it in the box of finished orders.

"Hey n/n wanna go get a tattoo tomorrow?"

"Sure but where?"

"You remember Sero and Denki from Highschool?"

"Yea."

"Well they opened a tattoo spot on 58th." Shinsou said "Bet we can go." You respond putting another order in the box.

*DING*

"Who is it?" You ask Shinsou cause he pick up you phone. "Armoni." "What did he say?" "He said can he come over?" Shinsou responded "Are you ok with him coming over?" You say "Yea." "Ok then tell him Its ok."

Armoni⛓💵: Is it ok if i come over?

Y/n🤍🌸| Yea. You spending the night and do you need a ride?

Y/n🤍🌸| Also do ma know?

Armoni⛓💵: yea she know and no dad dropping me off.

Armoni⛓💵: ouu i can spend the night bet. Yea if thats the case.

Y/n🤍🌸: i didn't-

Y/n🤍🌸: Aight.

You and Shinsou start back in the orders soon finishing them. "I'm tired as fuck." You say flopping down on the couch "Get untired sweetheart cause your brother is coming over and we have a blunt to smoke and food to order." Shinsou said while laying across your legs.

Y/n's pov

Shinsou lit the blunt and hit it a few times. I looked at him as he let the smoke move out his mouth softly blowing with his head back. "Like what you see?" Shinsou said looking at me with a cocky smirk thats when I noticed I was staring "shut up and pass the blunt." I say. Shinsou chuckled and gave me the blunt. I did the same thing as Shinsou but blew o's "stop trying to show out n/n." Shinsou said taking the blunt "boy ain't nobody 'showing out'." I say putting up quotation marks with your hands.

We pass the blunt back a forth a few more times until I got a notification from life 360 saying Armoni go to the apartment. Shinsou put out the blunt and put it with the spongebob rolling tray we had. I cracked the window and opened the balcony door a little bit and went in my room to put the orders away.

When I came out the room someone started knocking on the door kinda like the police (strong ass knock✋🏽💀) "Armoni Keith l/n how manys time do I have to tell you stop knocking on my fucking door like that." I say opening the door. " Dang Im sorry you aint gotta cuss at me n/n" Armoni said "Aye Shinsou where the hoes?"

I smack Armoni on the back if the head while walking past him to the living room "Ain't no hoes." I say coldly. "Yea Armoni ain't no hoes.... right now." Shinsou said smirking. "Nigga." I say with a straight face. "Im not finna do this with ya'll tonight." Shinsou and Armoni start laughing "ANYWHOO. Did you eat yet Armoni cause was finna order some food."

"Nah not yet." Armoni said. "What do ya'll want to eat?" I say walking into the kitchen with my phone to grab an water and then lean on the island.

"What about taco bell?"

"Armoni who the fuck."(sorry to the people who like taco bell) I say "ima have to agree with y/n Armoni. Who eats Taco bell?" "Uhh..obviously me." Armoni says.

"Awe naw you gotta go." I say "how about in and out? We can go out and get that." K said "im cool with that" Armoni says. "Ok." I say walking to my room. I got in to my room and pull out a pair of jogging pants and a oversized (fav anime) shirt and took off my bonnet and styled my faux locs

I grabbed my purse and house and car keys. "Yall ready?" I ask putting on my air force ones. "Been ready. We was waiting for you." Shinsou said.

Time skip

I start up my car using my remote start while we were walking to the car in the parking garage.

Everyone gets in the car. "LET ME PLAY THE MUSIC!" Armoni yells "STOP FUCKING YELLING." And it depends on what you finna play." I say turning around to look at Armoni. "Come on n/n let him play the music." Shinsou said looking at me tilting his head with puppy dog eyes. "I guess." I say rolling my eyes. "Just dont play no trash shit." I said looking at him through the rear view mirror. "Ok ok and i was going to say yall had to cause yall smoked with out me." He said making this face '😌' "boy.."

Play in control by nba youngboy

"shhhhhhhh" Shinsou said putting his finger up to your mouth and pointing to the steering wheel. "Food." I side eyed him and started backing out the parking spot and driving out the garage. Armoni start playing Nba youngboy. As much as I wanted to turn it off Shinsou wouldn't let me so we had to flow with it.

"Sk machine guns its two of us wit four nines!" Armoni rapped with the song (in control-nba young boy only song i can get down to🙌🏽 edit- i put the wrong song🙂 if you listen to yb just ignore that🧍🏽‍♀️) I turned down the radio. "What do yall want from here?" I asked they both said what they wanted and i went inside and ordered the food. As im waiting a guy comes up to me "Damn, what a fine girl like you doing out by yourself." He says "ahaha" I said sarcastically "getting food." I say still looking down at my phone. "You should me get your number." He says "you should let me get your name." I respond dodging the request. " My name is Shindo and you?" "Y/n" i say

"Order number (blah blah blah)!" The cashier says "welp thats me." I said not wanting to talk to him anymore. "Here you go ma'am." R/n says handing my bag "Thank you, have a good night" i say walking towards the door. "Hey! Uhh.. y/n you said it was!" I heard the guy from before right when I walked out the door "Hey" I said putting on a fake smile. "Can I get your number?" He asked "yea sure" I say pulling out my phone to put his number in.

Shinsou's pov

As me and Armoni are just chilling the car I see y/n coming out on in and out but she getting stopped by someone "who the fuck.." I say "what wron... oh shit" Armoni says. "You know who that is?" Armoni asks me. "Not at all." I tell him. Im not gonna lie i was jealous. But like fr who is that. I see y/n put her phone back the guy tried to hug her but she away "she dont want em" me and Armoni said at the same time and busted out laughing

"What are yall laughing at?" Y/n said opening the back door putting the food in the car. "You petty for doing that to that dude." Armoni said trying to stop laughing. "Awe well he was the on that didn't realize." Y/n said " But you still gave him your number though ." I said. "Yea Im finna block his number rn." Y/n said pulling her phone back out.

Y/n's pov

"Aye. Disconnect from my car now." I said to Armoni "whyyyy?" Armoni whined. " Disconnect or get out. Either way your still disconnecting just the second one your walking." I said smiling at him "ok ok"

I started playing my playlist.

~Time skip~

Shinsou's pov

We got back to the apartment and everybody got comfortable and we ate and watched movies Armoni went into his room and got in the bed around 3 am. Me and y/n were still in the living room. Y/n was laying on me and I was laying on the couch.

~30 minutes later~

"Hey y/n..." she fell asleep on me. 'How cute' I chuckled and just stayed there not wanting to wake her up to put her in her bed. I kept watching f/a that Y/n had put on after Armoni went to bed.

*DING*

Kami💀⚡️: Yoooo are yall coming through to the shop tmrw

Hitoshi☄️: yea why wouldn't we😃.

Kami💀⚡️: just asking cause you guys change up plans really quick if ya know what i mean😉

Hitoshi☄️: stfu. It was only once.

Kami💀⚡️: if you say soo Hitoshi😌

Hitoshi☄️: stop fucking texting me.

It was only once we only did it once. Me and Y/n were supposed to go to their shop the other day but thing between me and y/n go heated and we ended up in bed together but thats besides the point. "Yo Hitoshi your still woke?" Armoni said walking into the living room. "Just up to get som..."Armoni stopped and look at me then down. "Uhmmm..." Armoni went back to his room and got his phone.

"Moms is gonna love this." Armoni said taking a picture. "Why you take a.... fuck Armoni delete it now." I whisper yelled still trying not wake up y/n

"Why should I delete it? Why ya'll ain't tell nobody you guys were a 'thing'?" Armoni shot back. "Cause we're not. Bruh delete the pic and we stay safe. You know your sister is crazy and if she finds out thats the end of our lives." I say slightly sitting up causing y/n to move around a little bit. "Valid point I'll delete it on one case." I was over joyed til the last part.

"Let me drive the car tomorrow." Armoni said. I sighed knowing either way this might be my last week on earth. "Ok." "Anddd deleted thank you for your service." Armoni said taking his water and going back to his room.

I layed back down trying to comprehend what just happened.

*DING*

"What the fuckkkk." I say reaching over to y/n's phone.

*New message from (***)-***-****

(***)-***-****: Hey y/n this Shindo😉.

*read*

I looked at the phone for a little bit 'who is Shindo'

(***)-***-****: from In&out we met there just yesterday.

(***)-***-****: shit. My bad for blowing up your phone just realized how late it is. Text me back when you see this👋🏽.

'Wow' I think to myself bro really is blind. Would this be considered harassment. Maybe I'm tripping... im still high as fuck. Maybe I should go to sleep. I cut on another show to try and fall asleep on but I couldn't. I kept thinking what if she falls for him?

"Y/n." I say shaking her a little bit "come on" Motioning her to wrap her legs and arms around me so I can put her in her bed. "Can I sleep in here?" I ask "Bruh your room is down the hall go there." She said in a sleepy voice. "I dont feel like ittttt" i say.

Y/n slow turned over to face me. "I dont have the energy to argue with you." She said "I take that as a yes." I say getting into her bed.

I felt y/n snuggle under me trying to find warmth so I grabbed and held her close to me. "Goodnight." I say. No response so I start to let go "ok ok night." I heard y/n say. "Mhm thats what I thought." After a while I was able to fall asleep.

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This chapter took 5 ever to write but it was worth it I really hope you guys liked this chapter.

🌸L O V E  Y A  B E B E S🌸

[nothingbutimagines]

Voicemail Confessional (Tom Holland)

Pairing: Roommate!Tom Holland x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/n is in love with her roommate, Tom. Tom, well, he’s unsuspecting of the whole thing and believes her to just be an affectionate and caring friend and roommate. 

Author: Dizzy

A/N: oh my god, they were roommates?? Ya girl is getting back into writing. Don’t think I have really written a roommate!Tom fic at all or in a while. Hope you all like it!

Masterlist Request Any Of These Peter Parker/Tom Holland Masterlist

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“Okay, Tom, I’m gonna be gone for just the weekend. It’s Julia’s 21st so of course we’re only going to Vegas for a short time since we all already had our birthdays.” You explained, grabbing your bags as you spoke. “You know my number, I left the vet number on the fridge and the pet hospital number too, and I precooked some meals for you. They’re in the fridge.”

“Okay, Y/n,” Tom chuckled. “You act like I’ve never been left home alone before.”

“I know you have been left home alone, but this is a new apartment, okay? You always leave me alone here, so I’m just making sure you have everything here since you haven’t been left alone.”

“Alright, love. Now hurry, you’ll miss your flight.”

“Oh shit, you’re right.” You nodded, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as he helped you balance. “I was so busy giving you instruction I almost forgot I was leaving. Oh, and don’t forget to water the plants and give them sunlight.”

“Everything’s fine, Y/n. Now, go have fun.” Tom laughed, helping you get the door open as he almost pushed you out.

“Okay. Okay. I love you, Tommy.”

“Love you too, Y/n.” Tom smiled. “Now, go have fun. Don’t worry about me.”

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“Y/n, quit with the phone!” Sophie yelled in your direction, making you jump as the rest of your friends laugh.

“Sorry! I’m just making sure Tom is okay.” You rushed to explain as you shoved your phone in your jacket pocket. 

“She isn’t just making sure if he’s okay,” Julia explained, “she’s also trying to see if he’ll promise to not pick up when she calls cause she’ll be wasted and dying to talk to him.”

“Julia!” You gasped and pushed the redhead playfully. “That was a secret!”

“Wait, I thought you got over that crush on the Brit.” Sophie furrowed her brows. 

“I may have lied about that when I chickened out of telling him last time.” 

“Y/n!” Jenny scowled. “He’s so cute, though! Why not ask him out?”

“Because!”

“Because why?” she asked, nudging you as she did so.

“Because I’m scared. Last time I ever had a crush on him, he was dating someone else.”

“You guys were 18!” 

“I know, but it still hurt!” You exclaimed defensively. “Besides, he’s gone on other dates lately.”

“Any work out that you know of?” Sophie asked, positioning herself to sit better on the circular couch you all were sitting on. 

“No, none. He keeps going on dates and none have worked out.”

“I think he likes you.” Julia stated, downing another drink. 

“I agree.” Sophie nodded.

“Me too.” Jenny smiled. 

“I’m not going to call him and tell him. I refuse.” You stated firmly, crossing your arms over your chest.

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To say that you were wasted would be an understatement as you fumbled with the phone in your hands. You were on the verge of black out drunk as you struggled to remember your own pin code.

When you had finally gotten your pin code in your phone correctly, you stumbled out of hotel suite and into the bathroom, and locked the door behind you as you dialed Tom’s number. 

“Please pick up...please...” You mumbled as you put the lid down on the toilet and sat down. 

“Hey, you’ve reached Tom’s phone. You know what to do.” Tom’s prerecorded voice greeted you before it was followed by the voicemail beep.

“Tom,” You started, “Hi. I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than just a friend, I love you lots. Like,really really love you. If you’re listening to this- if you’re listening to this, when I get off the plane, if you’re there to pick me up, then you feel the same way. If you’re not, then you don’t and we’ll just be best friends like always. I just like you a lot a lot a lot. You’re so good and so sweet. And holy shit, your body? Fuckkkk. I really wanna-”

“Y/n?” Sophie asked while rapping on the door. “Are you in there? I really need to pee.”

“I gotta go, Tommy baby. Bye.” You mumbled quickly and then hung up. “I’m coming, Soph.”

You rose from your seat and stumbled to the door, wiggling the knob for a moment before realizing you had to unlock it. You opened it to be greeted with Sophie and a confused look on her face. 

“Hi...”

“Y/n, who were you talking to?” Sophie was clearly more sober than you as she spoke clearly and calmly.

“No one.”

“No one?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “I wasn’t talking to anyone but Tom’s voicemail.”

“Y/n! You said you wouldn’t call him!”

“Noooooooo. Sober me said that. Me now said-” You hiccuped. “said that I could call him. So I did.”

You two fell silent for a second before your phone began to ring, “Sexual” coming out of your phone’s speakers. You blushed as Sophie gave you a look for the odd choice in ringtone as you pulled your phone out of you pocket. 

“It’s Tom!!” You squealed, pressing your thumb tightly against the answer option on the screen. “Hi, Tommy boy!”

Sophie shook her head at you and pushed past you and towards the bathroom, telling you quickly to tell her how things go after disappearing behind the door. 

“Hi, love. I got your message.” Tom chuckled as you hiccuped again. “I’m going to come get you from the airport okay?”

“Okay!” You replied with a smile before your smile fell. “Why are you doing that?”

“Because you asked me to and I also love you.”

“I love you too. I love you so so much.” 

Tom laughed. “I know you do. Why don’t you get some sleep, Y/n? You’re drunk.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. Now, I’m going to hang up and you’re going to go to bed and I’ll see you when I pick you up tomorrow.”

“Wait, Tom?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

[slutforgoodliterature]

Bucky Barnes x Reader - Mischief Managed (barely)

Prompt: You and your boyfriend Bucky are sick of all the team meetings Steve keeps dragging you into. He finds a fun way to pass the time, and you are at the brunt of said fun. 

Warnings: vaginal fingering, public

“I refuse to believe Steve has called yet another team meeting.” You grumble. Bucky shakes his head at you, completely exasperated as well. 

“I know, Y/N, but we gotta go. Can’t let Cap down.” He sends you a small smile, reaching out a hand for you to grab so he can pull you off the bed, where you currently are curled up in a heap. “I mean if we don’t turn up, who is?” He tacks on, and you have to agree with him. 

As much as you love Steve, the guy can be a bit overbearing. 

Sighing, you allow your boyfriend to drag you off the bed. “Fine,” you huff, “but I want to make it clear I am going against my will.” He smirks at you and swiftly tickles the skin of your stomach that appears as you are pulling on a jumper. His jumper, to be exact.

Squealing, you grab his hand before yanking it behind his arm, twisting him into submission.  

“Ok, ok! No more tickling.” He chuckles, and you shove him hard as you let go just so he gets the message.

“Try it again, and you’re sleeping on the floor, Barnes.” You warn him. 

Tickles are not a game.

As you exit your room, he has to rotate his metal arm in his shoulder socket to put it back into place, and you feel a little guilty.

“Jeez, you really did a number on me in there, didn’t ya, doll?” He jokes. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough. I just hate tickling, you know that.” You apologise, gripping his hand tightly. He squeezes back. 

“I also know you like it rough, so no need to apologise, princess.” He murmurs back, his head ducked into your ear, and you blush hard. 

“Pipe down, soldier. We wouldn’t want you to embarrass yourself in front of all your friends.” You mumble back, but warmth is already pooling in your lower stomach.

“Mm, you’re right. We really wouldn’t want that.” He hums, but you can see there’s a mischevious glint in his eyes.

“Nuh-uh. I know that look.” You poke his chest playfully. “What are you up to?” You demand, drawing him to a stop just outside the door to the conference room, where all your fellow Avengers are waiting. 

He simply raises an eyebrow, looking at you innocently. “No idea what you’re on about, dollface.” 

You don’t believe him, not one bit, but you allow him to lead you into the room anyway.

You definitely should’ve known better.

“Bucky, Y/N. Glad to see you two could make it.” Steve nods at you both as you take seats at the far end of the table, next to Nat and across from Bruce and Sam, who has his feet propped up on the table and a hat tilted over his face. He is definitely asleep. 

Bucky sends his chair a kick from under the table, causing him to jerk awake with a yelp.

“Who did that?” He demands, scouring the room until he catches Bucky’s barely concealed snicker. 

“Watch it, Tin Man.” Sam threatens, to which Bucky rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest menacingly, but you couldn’t help admire the way the fabric of his shirt stretched across his pecs. 

Did it get hotter in here, or is that just you? 

“Or what, Big Bird?”

Sam opens his mouth to retort but Steve butts in, shutting it down.

“Enough, you two!” He massages the bridge of his nose, looking every bit the tired mother he is. “If I wanted to babysit, I would’ve invited Queens.” Both Sam and Bucky shoot each other a final look before Bucky shifts his chair closer to you, facing away from Sam. 

“God, you’re gonna give the poor guy an aneurysm.” You whisper to Bucky, the two of you laughing quietly to each other as you watch Steve attempt to use the complicated technology of Stark Tower. 

“Either that or his pen is gonna snap.” Bucky points out the tight grip Steve has on a pen, that really does look like it’s in imminent danger, and you can’t help but giggle. 

“Barnes. Y/L/N. Shut up.” Tony’s voice rings out, sending you two a half-hearted glare. 

“Sorry, dad.” You smile back, ignoring Steves exasperated sigh. 

“Moving on...” He stresses, gesturing back to the blueprints of some Hydra facility you were planning on breaking into. 

You try to zone in, you really do, but all of a sudden Bucky’s hand is sliding up your thigh and omg is he serious right now?!

“Bucky!” You whisper hiss at him, gripping his metal wrist with your hand. “What the fuck are you playing at?”

“More like who.” He smirks as he whispers to you under his breath. He captures your intense gaze as his arm continues his way up your leg, the inhuman strength of his metal arm no match for you.

And let’s be honest, you aren’t exactly trying all that hard to stop him. 

“Eyes front, Barnes.” Steve orders, tearing Bucky’s gaze away from your flushed cheeks.

“Sir, yes sir.” He sends a mock salute to Steve, who rolls his eyes at his best friend. 

“Y/N, you all good down there?” Wanda asks, ever concerned. You’re about to tell her that yes, you are just dandy, when Bucky's hand cups your core. You suck in a harsh breath and have to stop yourself from nearly jumping out of your seat. 

“She’s fine, just ate some bad prawns at lunch,” Bucky reassures Wanda, who is stilling looking for you to reassure her. You nod at her, sending her a thankful smile, which finally puts her at ease and draws attention away from you and your conniving boyfriend. 

“Prawns?” You hiss, clenching your thighs together as his hand slowly rubs you through your gym leggings, which are very thin, mind you. 

“Shh,” he shushes you, “only you and I know that it wasn’t prawns you had in your mouth at lunch.” He smirks evilly at you before applying more pressure to his wandering hand.

A hell of a lot more pressure. Holy fuckkkk...

“You...you...sonuvabitch.” You swear under your breath, and all of a sudden you notice your hand is no longer pushing him away, but gripping his wrist tightly; pulling him closer. 

“Language, Cap might hear you.” He looks casually back up to Steve, who hasn’t noticed a damn thing. Neither has the rest of the table, for which you thank your lucky stars. “I’m sure he wouldn’t like to hear those words come out of such a pretty mouth. But I guess that mouth of yours can also-”

“Oh shut up, Barnes.” You groan, your eyes fluttering closed as his fingers begin paying special attention to a certain bundle of nerves. 

“You havin’ fun, princess?” His breath fans across your face. “You like having me touch you like that?”

“Bucky, I swear to god...” You curse, bringing everybody’s eyes back on you two. 

“Woah, Y/N, you really don’t look well,” Bruce says in a worried tone. Murmurs of agreement sound throughout the whole room. 

“You’re right, I am feeling kinda ill...” You agree, fanning your face for effect. Bucky rolls his eyes, which you catch out of the corner of your eye, and increases the speed and pressure of his fingers, making your eyes bulge. “I think I should go-” 

The knot in the pit of your stomach is building steadily, and you can feel an intense orgasm rushing towards you. 

“Can you just wait two more minutes, Y/N?” Tony asks, annoyed that you have yet again interrupted the meeting. “We’re almost done here. Unless you’re gonna spew of course, then, by all means, take it outside. I do not want you ruining my carpet.” 

“She’ll be fine. You can hold on a couple more minutes, can’t you, babe?” Bucky replies before you have the chance to, challenging you with his eyes. 

Always a sucker for a challenge, you find yourself nodding. 

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be fine.” You assure everyone, gesturing to Tony and Steve to continue with the plans. 

“Brilliant. So after Wanda and Vision intercept group C here...” Steves' voice trails off in your head as you are completely consumed by the sensations Bucky is causing you at the moment. 

“Fuck...Bucky, baby, I don’t know how much longer...” your breath is now coming out in harsh pants, your almost legs trembling with pleasure. His fingers continue working you, circling and tapping and overall just driving you absolutely insane. 

“You’re loving this, aren’t ya, doll? My filthy girl.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, how he loves that he can dissolve you into a panting, trembling mess with just his fingers. “I’m gonna make you cum, and I haven’t even touched you yet, not really.”

He began to push his fingers into your clit, hard, and keep them circling there. You let out a litany of swears under your breath. “So close, James. Fuck...” 

“Come on, princess. Let go. Cum for me in front of everyone.” His gruff voice sends you over the edge. 

As your orgasm crashes through you, you have to bite down on your knuckles to contain your moans. Bucky’s fingers continue their torturous pressure, rising you through the throes of pleasure until your body is twitching and your other hand scrabbles at his, attempting to push it away from you. 

“Jeez, what’s up with you, girly?” Sam asks, concerned, and you open your eyes to realise that everyone is staring at you and Bucky. You face is completely flushed and his hand is not-so-inconspicuously placed between your legs. 

Bucky seems to have also forgotten your audience, as his eyes slowly focus, coming out of a daze. He presses a quick kiss to your forehead and removes his hand, gripping your thigh softly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles. 

“Sorry, I just thought tickling her would make her feel better.” He covers smoothly, and squeezes your thigh, making your knee jump and hit the table as you let out a yelp. “Who would’ve thought she hates tickles that much, eh?” He smiles innocently at everyone, who seems to buy his lie with rolled eyes and snickers. 

“Well, we’re finished here, did you get all that?” Steve addresses everyone and receives a few ‘yes sirs’ here and there along with a couple of thumbs up. 

“We’re finished here as well, aren’t we, dollface?” Bucky whispers to you, drawing a tired smile from you. 

“Just you wait, Barnes. Karma’s a bitch.” You pat him playfully on the cheek before sashaying out of the room, feeling his eyes burn into you as you swayed your hips teasingly. 

You couldn’t wait to get him back for that. 

[mrskandiibaby2269]

My Ultimate Fantasy

My Wett Dream 💦💦💦 Written by MrsKandiiBaby (DISCLAIMER:I know I’m not Tyga’s type but he can get it and here is my fantasy, only wet dreams of mine NOTHING REAL SO PLEASE DON’T TAKE IT SERIOUS ) I’m in the studio recording a single. Wearing daisy dukes shorts. And a double knot crop top blue plaid shirt. Black LastKings SnapBack silver hoop earrings adidas shoes. Tyga walks in he wanna see how I’m doing. I say one line especially for him.. “Tell him to holla at me he said he wanted a ass so phat he need a lap dance and a lady in the streets. But a MsMakeItNasty in his Kingin’ bed sheets. Treat him like a real King when I give him some Queenin’ Head.... “. And he stopped me. We look at each other and bite our lips. He tells the engineer to take a break, he’ll take over. Speaks into the mic and says to me “is that right?”. And I respond with “you wanna find out.” He said “quit playin”. I took the head phones off went out the booth and walked up to him. Leaned in slowly and said “what was you saying Papí ?”. He look at my body up and down and lick his lips. “I’m tryna see if you’re really Ms.MakeItNasty” “....I want some Kandii”. And I’m like “I want some T–RAWW  ”. We move closer and closer and we kiss a few times. Then a few times turns into a French kiss and a make out session. Touching on each other. He rubs my pussy. I rub his dick. He’s rock hard. I’m soaking wet. He picks me up. And puts me on the soundboard... Pulls down my shorts. And begins to eat me out. Licking my pussy. Licking my clit. Nice and slow. Taking his time. “Mmm Damn you taste so fucking good.” He had my legs shakin and my body trembling. My heart skipping. This man tongue action was good he had me twitch like I was having fits. Moaning so loud but I grabbed his hand to put it underneath my shirt and bra so he can rub my breast and pinch my nipples just a lil’bit... for now. Then I put his finger in my mouth and teased it as if I was sucking his dick. As good as his tongue game felt I had to push him off and push him down on the couch. Unzip his jeans and whipped out his dick that was at full attention and ready for me. Wetting my lips nice and slow while I seductively look at him. I proceeded to put the head in my mouth and lick in circles and I take him in whole and fully. And cave my jaws in making my tongue move smoothly like a paint brush. Bobbin my head up and down giving him serious neck. I notice his legs are stiffening up and I’m assuming his toes is curling. Looking up at him and it set him on fire his eyes rolled back he pulled and tugged on my hair. His sexy smooth moans “mmm fuck yeah.” made me wetter. So while I was giving him head and jacking him off with one hand I pleasured myself with the other hand. Causing me to moan as I deep throat him making like sound like I’m humming on his dick. Fingering myself deeper. Sucking him longer. And us moaning louder. Only made us up the ante.. He pick me up and lay me on back on the couch and insert his large king size dick into my slippery wet tight pussy. Made me fuckin gasp for air Thrusting his hips hitting my pussy just right. I couldn’t help but thank God bc he stroke game was that good. Clothes are on the floor. My legs are in the air. I’m scratching his back up. We French kiss. He leave hickeys on my neck. I leave some on his. He sits up right and puts me on top. I take control. And ride his dick like a soldier. Bouncing my ass up and down Making it clap. While he smacks my phat ass constantly. Moving my pelvis like I’m riding a horse. Squeezing my pussy on his dick I do a quick trick where I’m still riding him, but I lean back and as he holds me and I notice once again his legs is stiffened and his toes is curled up. Then I lean back up and told him “Make that sound that I like.... Mmmm please... “ And this where the conversation..made me extra wetter and freaky “Please what... mm please what?” “Mmmm ahhh fuck please—pa—“ He went deeper in me without me even having to ask him. He went deeper and hit my G-Spot made me cum but this man was an animal he kept on going. “Please Daddy.... please make that sound I like.” He leans over to my ear.... “RAWRRR” “Ahhhhh fuckkkk shit !!!!! Oh shit oh shit “ “Damn baby you squirting while you riding? I like that shit.” “Mmmm I can’t help it daddy you make me so wet and horny.” He grabs my breast and licks my nipples and puts each one in his mouth. While I’m still enjoying the ride leaning my head back. Placing my hands on his shoulders. I notice when I was I flipping my hair to the left someone was watching I quickly let him know someone was lurking. He asked me do I want to stop? I said fuck no I’m not stopping till you nut in my mouth. He said aite then. He lift me up and put me against the corner of the wall. He made sure my legs was up doing a split or else I will get punished. That just sparked even more of my freaky interest Moving his dick in and out In and out ... In and out ... Mmmmm...Shit!!!! Constantly hitting my spot like damn he made shed tears. Kissing and licking my neck. Made these words slip out my mouth. “Damn I love you Tyga.” He look at me and said ...... “I love you too Kandii” Even though we both know right now this is full lust And we cool with that But I think we both think that possibly it could be something more later on All I can say after that I’m repeating was .... “Hit It Daddy, Hit this pussy.” “Kill it Tyga, Kill it !!!” “You want me to kill this pussy, baby, huh? You want daddy to kill it?” “Yes, yes, yes, daddy kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it, kill it.” “Mmmm fuck!!!!!! This some lit pussy” “I’m lovin this dick daddy.” “Yeah baby gimme dat Kandii.” “Ahhhh shit I’m bout to cum and squirt again daddy.” “Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum” Mmmmm ahhhhh fuckkkk shit. He then puts me down on my knees and jacks off for a few. Tells me to stick my tongue out and lean my head back and catch his nut I do as I’m told. As he explodes I put my mouth on his dick completely and catch all of his nut and swallow it and continue to give him head while he squirm and tries to push me off. But I ignore and go for another hour and make him nut one more time Swallow that nut too lick my lips and wipe my mouth. And we both laugh at each other and chill and cuddle on the couch until he finally hear both of our phones blowing up. We quickly get dressed and fix ourselves up to look normal like before I grab my back pack. And try to walk out until he stop me and said “You know we doing this again right ?” “I don’t know that, I think that was a one time fling cause you playin and you’re not into a thick all natural chick from NC like me. You like Hollywood Girls. laughing out loud.” “Ok I’ma call you tonight and pull up at yo crib and we’ll see who’s playin’” And we have one last passionate kiss. And we hear somebody walking up “Yo Bro you in here.. oh shit!” It was Chris Brown. I was tired of playing innocent so I said “wassup Chris Breezy.” And face forward to Tyga and said “you know the number and the address if you not playin then prove me wrong.” While I rubbed his dick and kissed him like he was officially mine. Proceeded to walk away then I said one more last thing. “Oh yeah and lemme know if you want a threesum I know a bad bitch who can come thru” and blew a kiss “later fellas.” As I walked away I can hear them talk.. Chris was like “Damn bro you got a real freaky one this time how was it .” And Tyga said “Hell Yeah it was fuckin incredible amazing mind blowing ...I gotta make that one mine officially .” All I could do is grin and smirk and talk to myself “Bitch you did that.” To Be Continued.. For sure... Well that is my fantasy about Tyga I’m not the only one who has fantasies about celebrities and I won’t be the last so don’t judge me about what goes on in my dirty little mind. You’re probably thinking about your celebrity crush and doing every freaky thing to them.. as we speak.. Thank you for reading my ultimate fantasy   MrsKandiiBaby💋🍭👅💦😏😘😜