Majority of these are based off songs, lemme just tell you that...
These imagines are going to be batshit crazy explicit in more ways than one. There are going to be ones where Mikey's cuddling you after a good time of making love and others will be...
Change of plans This popped up and I can't shake this idea outta my head
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And y'all need to let me know what eras y'all wanna see pls cuz I don't wanna pick something that majority isn't crazy abt😕 *******************************************
Adaisha POV
I was just hangin' out with the guys and I had on a snap back, backwards and it had silk material inside so it helped since I just got my silk press.
The boys were complimenting me or whatever and I was gettin hyped up by my friend Fatima.
After chilling in the garage for a while I see Monti come in with a dude I ain't never seen before and I sit up in my seat and leaned over just lookin' at this dude with pure interest but at the same time I know I got a face that could intimidate and instill fear so when we locked eyes, I'm sure that's exactly what I did.
"Ayo, this my manz Mike from Texas that I be telling y'all about." Monti pats Mike on the shoulder.
"Mike the killer? That ain't no killer, that's a bitch." I say because according to the stories Monti tells us about him, he's done the dirtiest of deeds but even though he looks as if he could kill someone's right now, I think it's just a front.
The other guys cover their mouths because they can't believe what I just said but quite frankly, I don't give a fuck.
"A bitch?" Mike finally says and his voice is a bit deeper than expected. His eyes are round and downturned but they even had me a little shook and his lips were small but thick, and man were his eyebrows arched than a motherfucker.
He looks so devious and his demeanor mischievous.
"Yeah, a bitch." I stand up.
"I'm not a killer?" He walks up to me and looms over me like he really gonna do something.
"Adaisha." Fatima tried to grab my hand but I pull away.
"Cause your not." I tell him to his face.
Right before he could reach down to his hip, Monti told him to chill.
"You a lucky one. Back in Texas, there wasn't niggas like Monti to save little fuckers like you." He pointed in my face and I was about to punch him right before Fatima popped up in my face and pulled me aside.
"Damn, Daisha. He just got here and you already picking fights." I couldn't here exactly what she said because I was distracted by her full glossed lips.
