#yo lemme get a hit *gets down on my knees and sucks off my bro*

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

They should invent a packer that you can smoke weed out of, like a new and fun kind of blowjob just for people who wear fake dicks.

[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💋🍭👅💦😏😘😜

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Piece By Piece: Final Chapter

Fandom: Red vs. Blue Rating: T (to be safe) Summary: Platonic Soulmate AU. Grif spent most of his life without soulmarks. He tried to convince himself that he didn’t care. He had his sister. She was more than enough. After all, what were the odds he would find his soulmates in the army? 

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                                                   Previous Chapter

The morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains of the infirmary. It seemed ludicrous to Grif that the thick, bullet-proof glass was draped with such decorative cloth, but he supposed there had to be some cheer existing in the middle of a war. He wasn’t usually awake to catch the first rays of sunlight. But he could make out the yellow splashing across the tiled floor in ripples through the thin fabric of his blankets.

The only reason he was up at such an early hour was because he had an unshakeable desire to contact his sister. He had tried to ignore it, at first, tossing and turning restlessly until he finally surrendered. Dr. Grey was bustling around her office, moving so quietly Grif wouldn’t have known she was there if he hadn’t already been awake when she walked in. He called out to her and she was by his side immediately, ready to inspect whatever pain ailed him.

She wasn’t at all irritated when he requested her to bring him a tablet so he could call his sister. While most of the soldiers were discouraged from making personal calls due to the strict rules on outside communication, Kimball and Doyle had a soft spot for the Reds and Blues.

Dr. Grey returned ten minutes later with a slim black device. She warned him to keep quiet before disappearing back into her office. To avoid disturbing the few slumbering patients, Grif yanked the blankets over his head and hooked it to the metal bed post, creating a blanket fort.

Though it was morning on Chorus it was approaching afternoon where Kai was, though it didn’t really make a difference in the never-changing environment of Blood Gulch. “Yo bro!” she greeted enthusiastically, answering on the first ring of the video call. “Wassup?”

“Not much. Currently lying in the hospital wing after being shot in the neck.”

Not fazed in the slightest by this revelation, Kaikaiana said in awe, “Cool! Do you have a sweet scar?”

“I don’t know. Dr. Grey won’t let me take off the bandages. But I do have Carolina’s soulmark.”

He recounted the story for her and she listened with rapt attention. An envious glint shone in her eyes. “Lucky.”

Grif felt her longing and loneliness flow through their soul-link and he frowned. “Hey, don’t be like that. You’ll get Wash and Carolina’s soulmarks before you know it.”

“I don’t know about that,” she said with a raised brow. “You guys are taking forever to win this war.”

“Oh, please,” said Grif with a scoff. “I’d like to see you do better.”

“You’re on. I’ll be on the next plane.”

Though they had had this conversation several times, it was difficult to tell whether or not she was joking. Grif took the safe route by saying sharply, “Don’t even think about it. The second your ship comes into Chorus’ atmosphere Felix and Locus will have it shot down. If you happen to survive it and they figure out who you are…”

He didn’t continue, as imagining what the two mercenaries would do to Kai if they ever got a hold of her was too unpleasant to contemplate. Sensing she had agitated him, which she usually took joy in, Kai felt sheepish.

“I know, I know. It just sucks. You left me here all alone.”

Flinching at that, for Kai still harboured genuine hurt for being left behind, Grif could only shrug. “I’m sorry, Kai, but you know there wasn’t anything we could do. Command gave us orders and…well, I’m pretty sure the consequences of disobeying Command are pretty rough.”

“You could have at least told me where you were going,” said Kai with a huff.

“I did,” said Grif. “I told you we were going to Rat’s Nest.”

Kai blinked at him, the corners of her lips turning down slightly. “Ooh. That’s a place? I thought you were making fun of my hair.”

“That explains why you punched me,” muttered Grif, the memory of Kai unexpectedly decking him in the face bringing back a phantom pain.

“Lemme see.”

Kai had a tendency to jump rapidly between subjects in a conversation. Grif paused to mentally backtrack before coming upon what she might be referring to. “What, Carolina’s soulmark?”

“Duh.”

Grif lifted the edge of his blanket, careful not to unhook it, and peeked out. Some patients were awake while others slept on. Dr. Grey would be out soon to make her rounds, but Grif doubted she would check on him. She had already given him a clean bill of health—the extra twenty-four hours of hospital stay was a precaution more than anything else.

“Fine,” he said, letting the blanket fall back into place. “But if Dr. Grey catches me, I’m blaming it on you.”

He rested the tablet against his knees and picked at the white bandages wrapped around his neck. Kai watched with eager eyes as he peeled it slowly off of his skin, eventually revealing the cyan handprint curled around his neck.

“How did it feel?” she asked.

“Nice try,” said Grif with a smirk. “You’re going to have find that one out for yourself.”

Kai flashed him a rude gesture that caused him to break into laughter. The blanket was suddenly ripped away and Grif’s laughter turned into a startled scream, instinctively flinging the tablet at the figure who had intruded upon his space.

Tucker grunted and stumbled backwards as the tablet slammed into his chest before clattering to the floor. “Ouch! What the hell, man?”

Dr. Grey strode into the infirmary, radiating displeasure. “What did I just say?” she asked frostily.

“We were quiet as a mouse with socks on!” protested Sarge. “He’s the one jumpin’ like a jackrabbit!”

Dr. Grey’s eyes zeroed in on Grif, specifically the exposed wound on his neck. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

Recoiling at the dangerous tone, Grif said meekly, “It’s not my fault. My sister wanted to see it.”

Clicking his tongue, Dr. Grey grabbed fresh bandages and rewrapped the wound, using a bit more force than necessary. When she was finished, she regarded the observing group and said, “Like I said, you are welcome to stay, but you must. Be. Quiet.”

“Yes ma’am!” they chorused.

Lips forming a fond smile behind her helmet, Dr. Grey made an ‘I’m watching you’ gesture before starting her work for the day. His heartbeat returning to normal, Grif gave Tucker’s stomach a shove. “What is wrong with you?” he snapped.

“What’s wrong with you?” returned Tucker with a laugh. “Irritated that I interrupted private time?”

“You’re disgusting. How did you convince Dr. Grey to let you all in here?”

“She is a nice lady,” replied Caboose.

“She is,” agreed Simmons. “And soulmates have priority visiting.”

“Yeah, but there’s also a cap at three visitors at a time,” said Grif. “Isn’t that why you came to see me in pairs yesterday?”

“Yeah, but only because we weren’t sure if she’d let all of us in at once while you were recovering,” said Donut, easing himself into the chair by Grif’s bed. “Once you were better, she said we could all see you when visiting hours were open!”

“Turns out she’s never had a patient with eleven soulmates before,” said Doc in amusement.

Kai was an absence they did not miss, especially for Washington and Carolina, who were astutely aware of the unfilled yellow mark on their bodies. Remembering that he had been mid-conversation with Kai before Tucker unintentionally scared him, Grif cursed.

“Kai—damn it, Tucker.”

Washington bent down and retrieved the tablet. “Nice reflexes, by the way.”

“Thanks,” said Grif, accepting the device.

“If only you moved that fast everyday,” said Sarge with a sneer.

“Oh, shut up.” The tablet began to trill and it was Grif’s turn to answer on the first ring. “Sorry Kai. Tucker’s an asshole.”

He flipped the tablet around so she got a clear picture of their soulmates huddling near his cot. Brown eyes sparkling, Kai said cheerfully, “My babes! What’s up?”

“Trying and failing to keep your brother out of trouble,” replied Church, flickering over Caboose’s shoulder.

“Aw, that’s nothing,” said Kai dismissively. “We’ve been in worse scrapes when we were kids.”

“I don’t recall ever getting shot when I was a kid,” said Grif flatly.

“No, but you did get run over by a motorcycle when you gave that dude the finger.”

“Oh.” Grif’s brow furrowed. “I don’t really remember that.”

“You hit your head pretty hard. I had to take you to the hospital on the back of my bike. You left a trail of blood the entire way!” When the others gaped at them, Kai asked defensively, “What?”

“I know you guys had a wild childhood,” said Simmons in disbelief, “but seriously. How are you still alive?”

“Not a clue, dude,” said Grif.

“I’m amazed the base is still standing,” said Lopez flatly.

“Of course the base is still standing,” said Kai with a huff. She was the only one with the ability to fully understand Spanish, though she was awful at speaking it. “Well, one of them, anyway…”

“Wait, which one?” asked Church and Sarge in unison.

Apprehension crossing her features, Kai said hastily, “I don’t remember.”

“What do you mean you don’t remember?” demanded Church. “I swear, Sister, if you burned Blue Base to the ground—”

“I didn’t do anything,” interjected Kai. “One of the raves got a little out of hand, that’s all.”

“You’re still doing those?”

“Of course I am. A girl needs company! If I spend too much time alone, I’m going to go crazy.”

Kai tried to stay upbeat, but the sadness rose in her chest and settled like a heavy weight. She missed them and she knew they missed her.

“Don’t worry hon,” cooed Donut. “You’ll be here before you know it. Promise.”

“I know it’s hard. It’s hard for us too,” spoke Doc. “But we will reunite.”

“We definitely didn’t expect to be detoured for so long,” said Simmons regretfully. “We’ll make up for lost time.”

“Even if we have to soak this planet in the blood of our enemies, we’ll make sure this planet is safe for your arrival,” said Sarge gruffly.

“We will win this war,” said Tucker confidently. “You do have two more soulmarks to fill in, after all.”

“And you have two soulmates who can’t wait,” said Washington feelingly.

“Getting the chance to meet you face-to-face is part of what keeps me going,” said Carolina sincerely.

“What’s the other part?” asked Sarge with a smirk.

“Caboose,” deadpanned Carolina.

“Yay!” he cheered. “I’m her favourite!” Directing his attention back to Kai, he said earnestly, “We will have a party when you arrive!”

“I like parties,” said Kai, perking up. “Can there be alcohol and strippers?”

“Hell yeah,” said Tucker immediately.

“Hell no,” shot down Washington.

“Why are you such a cop?” asked Kai, disgruntled.

“I’m not a cop,” said Washington in exasperation.

“You sure act like one.”

“Sue me, I like order. Raves are the exact opposite of order.”

“They’re not that bad,” said Kai dismissively. “Sure, someone got a bit wild with the fireworks and set Red Base on fire—”

Sarge’s vicious swear caused Kai to cut herself off, a stricken expression on her face as she realized she accidentally spilled the beans. Simmons let out a horrified squawk while Donut lamented the loss of his perfectly decorated room. Lopez and Grif remained unaffected by this news, the latter rolling his eyes at yet another one of his sister’s antics.

“You careless useless tramp—” began Sarge furiously.

“It’s being rebuilt!” Kai said hastily. “Soon. I think. Uh, love you got to go!”

She hung up amongst Sarge’s rambling and Church’s hysterical laughter. Caboose gave a despaired Simmons an encouraging pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I can help you paint when we get back!”

“That’s the last time we leave her alone,” grumbled Sarge.

“Oh well,” sighed Donut, resting his chin against his hand. “It’s always good to redecorate every once in a while.”

“Sucks to be you,” snickered Tucker.

At the scowl on Sarge’s weathered face, Grif smirked and said, “She apologized.”

“She’s real torn up about it,” he scoffed.

Indeed, Kai’s amusement hummed through their soul-links, remorse over the accidental destruction of Red Base non-existent. Grif settled back against his pillows, the grin spreading across his face as love, affection and ire rolled through him. The soulmarks on his body seemed brighter in the fluorescent lighting, standing out proudly against his skin.

Church could not stop laughing at Sarge’s misfortune and Dr. Grey, brimming with exasperation, kicked them all out. They bid Grif farewell, with the promise to see him later on in the evening, and departed quickly under Dr. Grey’s supervision.

Grif felt them, all of them, their emotions humming through him. It was the best sensation in the world, to have what no one else did. To be permanently linked with his eleven soulmates, to experience their negativity and positivity, and be so emotionally attached that it was sometimes difficult to bear.

He felt whole. He felt completed. And it had been worth every second of anxious, desperate, torturous waiting.