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Just One Taste
Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!OC!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH! PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, Dom fem, all consensual. Heavy use of n-word. Disrespectful Tyrone. Drug use. Tyrone POV. Mild Sub Tyrone.
Summary: Tyrone gets lost in a deserted town with his friends. The only place open is the library. They head inside and receive quite the surprise.
Word Count: 5,642k
A/N: Trying something new! Happy spooky Halloweek. I hope this fit the bill. It was majorly fun to shake it up a bit, do something a little new I hope! Listen, I need to go lay down myself!! Because sweet lawdt! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! I blocked over a hundred people today for no ages!
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“Man, pull the fuck over,” Tyrone snapped. The car pulled over to the closest sidewalk and his friend put it in park. 
Tyrone climbed out of the car. The first thing he noticed was the chill. Burrowing cold whipped against his skin and he fought off a shiver. He sparked up, inhaling the weed and exhaling the stressful drive.
“Told ya’ll niggas which way to go and now we lost,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He was pissed. They were supposed to mob up in Vegas for the weekend, get out of the city and into something a little strange for the upcoming Halloween weekend.
But you can’t trust non-reading ass niggas. Tyrone knew it and, yet, he let them drive because he wasn’t feeling it today. He searched the area around him, noting the darkened buildings and dim streetlights. There was an eerie lack of cars around.
“Where the fuck did you take us to?” Tyrone leaned down into the open passenger side. His friend, Paul, was on his phone finagling with the GPS. 
“Ion know, nigga! I was on the 15!” 
Their other friend, Mike, who sat in the back seat slapped the back of Paul’s head. “You got us lost mu’fucka!” 
The two men got into a playful slapping match, calling each other names and cursing at each other. Tyrone stood up straight and took a hit. He rolled his shoulders and looked up into the darkened sky. He thought there were supposed to be stars and shit out here in the desert, without pollution from the light.
He scanned the area once more. It looked like some Scooby-Doo shit. There appeared to be a main street with a hardware store, general store, local restaurant, and a souvenir shop. There were buildings further beyond that, but the cruel California/Nevada night gave no indication of life.
The air felt empty yet tangible. Like there was an invisible screen just in front of his face. “Corny ass, niggas,” Tyrone muttered and took off down the street. Maybe if he found someone’s house, he could knock and get some help. He only hoped this wasn’t one of them racist in-between towns that’d shoot him on sight.
It’d be just his mu’fuckin’ luck to get shot in the boonies on his way to Vegas. Instead of getting shot back in LA. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?
Car doors slammed behind Tyrone and his friends called after him. “Aye, where you goin’?” 
“To mind my business, nigga,” Tyrone bit out. He wanted some sleep. He was so fuckin’ tired and the weed wasn’t hitting like usual. 
The streetlights overhead were spaced out so far apart that he was entrenched in shadow every time he made it past a beam of light. He sighed as he walked, wondering what the hell they were supposed to do with no service in a town like this. If they slept in the car, would they wake up to some old white mu’fucka with a shot gun?
Hell, maybe he watched too much TV. 
“Aye, what’s that?” Mike pointed a meaty finger towards the distance. At the end of the block, the streets rounded off. There was a tall, brick building on the corner with a lonely light over the doorstep. They were too far away to read the sign overhead. 
“Hopefully someone who can help ya’ll dumbasses,” Tyrone said. He passed the blunt to Paul and took off down the street, wishing he had a jacket.
This was the type of cold that sunk down into the bones as soon as you acknowledged it. And it was hard to shake. 
Tyrone made a beeline for that lonely beacon of hope, praying for someone to be inside and willing to help. Mike lumbered after him while Paul kept time with Tyrone’s quick strides. No one spoke. 
As they got closer, Tyrone noticed the sign. It was a library. 
“What’s a library doing open so late?” Paul asked. 
“Let’s just hope it’s warm. And they got food or somethin’. I’m hungry,” Mike complained.
“Yo fatass always hungry. I’m surprised you weren’t munchin’ on the car seat,” Paul said and snickered. He put out the blunt on the side of the building.
Tyrone cracked a smile. Mike pushed Paul who went jumping a few feet sideways. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? Damn.” Tyrone huffed and pushed into the library.
Inside, there was ambient lighting and no one at the front desk. A little bell rung from the open door and the trio whipped their heads to it, huffing quick and nervous laughs. 
“Scared, little nigga?” Mike asked.
“Nah, all I gotta do is hide behind yo fatass ‘till I can dip,” Paul said and laughed. He danced out of the way of Mike’s big paws. Tyrone stood in the entryway and raised his eyes to the ceiling. 
If he made it out of this bumfuck town, he was getting new friends. The library was decent and less cold than outside. There were tables spread out in front of the info desk, books scattered on them. There were shelves and rows of books stretching the length of the space and those little sorting carts he thought were only in movies.
There was the same sense of emptiness here that was just like outside. Perhaps the town was just that small that it didn’t have a presence or personality like in a bigger town or city. Whatever it was, it set Tyrone on edge as he looked around. He moved closer to the info desk, scanning it for anything he could use. 
Maybe it was just that kind of town. Maybe all of the doors were left open. Car doors too. Because who the fuck would steal from this empty ass town? 
Mike and Paul were still fussing at each other, slinging insults back and forth. Tyrone turned around, already annoyed and approaching irritated. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? And help?” 
Mike and Paul gave each other one last shove. Tyrone scoffed and took a step forward.
“Can I help you gentlemen?” 
Mike and Paul screamed. Tyrone flinched and turned to the source of the sound. To his right, a woman stood there dressed like someone’s fantasy of a librarian. She wore a button up white shirt, skin-tight black skirt, complete with a loose mini tie. The collar of the shirt was open, a few buttons loose down to show her generous cleavage. 
And she was thick as hell, straining the material of her outfit to near sinful levels. If she breathed too hard, the rest of the buttons would go flying everywhere and reveal the rest of the bra that poked out beneath the shirt. Her button down was tucked into the skirt with a skinny belt and non-flashy buckle. 
Her hair was tucked up into a high bun and she wore glasses loose on her nose. She was so fuckin’ cute and sexy at the same time. The stirrings of desire tightened Tyrone’s gut and his dick twitched. He flexed his fists at his side, trying to calm his racing heart.
“Damn lady! You fuckin’ scared us!” Paul yelled. He shoved Mike off of him, the two getting close after being so scared. Tyrone kept his eyes on the woman. She pursed her lips at the boys and shook her head.
“Have some manners when you come in here,” she snapped. 
“Yes, ma’am,” Paul said instantly. Mike and Tyrone stared at him. Paul has never said anything like that in all his life. Whatever spell Tyrone had been under looking at the woman, it seemed to have caught Mike and Paul as well. No one could resist glancing away from her for long.
The woman took a deep breath and finally turned beautiful eyes towards him. “Can I help you?” She asked.
“We’re turned around. We were heading up to Vegas,” Tyrone explained. He moved closer, wanting to be in her orbit. Nervousness crept up his spine. He scowled. The fuck did he have to feel nervous for? 
She looked at the girly watch on her wrist and then raised an eyebrow at him. “A little late isn’t it?” She asked. 
“Better than stuck in traffic tryin’ to get there for the weekend,” he said. 
She conceded the point with a twist of her juicy lips. Red lipstick drew his eyes to her mouth. There was a sudden vision in his head of kissing her and smearing it. He imagined red lip prints on his skin. He imagined licking it off of her.
The images were so vivid, he got hornier. Gettin’ bricked up by the minute. He cleared his throat and shook his head. 
“Um, we just want to know where we are so we can get movin’,” Tyrone said. 
“And get to food,” Mike said right next to Tyrone’s ear. He flinched and turned to see that Mike and Paul had moved without him noticing. They stood in a near perfect line, transfixed on the librarian. 
That comment seemed to soften her. She shook her head at the boys. “Have a seat, I’ll see if I can find something. May as well rest up before heading back on the road,” she said. “Do you want to help me look?” 
A secret smile played about her carmine lips. He took a step forward but her eyes weren’t on him, it was on Mike. Mike grinned from ear to ear and nodded his head. Swift disappointment hit Tyrone in the gut.
That was his boy, but what the fuck did she see in him and not Tyrone? He scowled as Mike disappeared down the stacks with the librarian, murmuring softly to each other. As soon as the woman was gone, Tyrone could think more clearly.
Paul shook his head and sucked his teeth. “The fuck she want with that greedy mu’fucka?” Paul flopped down into the nearest seat. Tyrone sighed and joined him, looking around at the space. 
Tyrone and Paul shot the shit as they waited for Mike and the librarian to return. While he wasn’t starving, he could eat. His buzz was faint but still there and it made his head go pleasantly funny. 
“I bet his ass eatin’ all the snacks and tryin’ to get her number,” Paul said. 
Tyrone huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Dawg, I’m just ready to go,” he said. He ran a hand down his face. How long had he been there? Thirty minutes? Forty-five? How long did it take to round up some crackers? 
“Nigga, shut up. You know fuck well you’d hit that given the chance,” Paul said. He fidgeted in his seat. He leaned forward, then back. Put his elbows behind him on the desk. Stretched out his legs. 
“Stop movin’ damn,” Tyrone said. He sighed and shook his head. He was definitely getting new friends after this. 
Shuffling near the back made Paul sit up straight, like a dog excited to see its owner. Tyrone gave him a weird look before catching the confused look on his face. Tyrone turned towards the sound. Mike had a dopey grin on his face, walking zombie-like towards them. 
The librarian trailed behind him, looking more or less happier than when she found three strange men in the library late at night. “No snacks for us?” Paul asked. “Did yo fatass eat it all?” 
Mike continued walking and sat down in the next available seat on their side of the table. Tyrone was the closest and shook Mike. He only kept the goofy smile on his face, hands placed flat on the table, and stared straight ahead. 
“Aye, what you do to him?” Tyrone asked.
“Excuse me?” The Librarian asked.
“Why he look like that?” Tyrone asked. He shoved Mike once more, but there was no one home behind Mike’s eyes. 
“Aye what the fuck, lady!” Paul yelled. He jumped up from the chair he sat in and rounded Tyrone to get to Mike. He shook Mike, pulling at his oversized T-shirt. Mike blinked a few times and looked down at his stretched shirt in Paul’s hands.
“What the fuck man!” Mike yelled and shoved Paul. 
“We thought she did something to you!” 
Mike adjusted his shirt with a scowl and shook his head. “What could she do? We had a muffin. Gonna make fun of me for that too, little nigga?” 
Paul looked between Mike and Tyrone. Tyrone trained his eyes on the Librarian who watched the whole thing like something was funny. Her lips were turned up like she and Mike knew a dirty secret.
Tyrone stood up and approached her. His head grew fuzzier as he approached, but he pushed on. Pushed past that feeling. He got into her face and stared down at her. He wasn’t a tall man but she also wasn’t a tall woman. And her small heels didn’t give her an advantage.
“We not here for games. Where the hell are we?” He demanded. 
The Librarian sighed and it was like he smelled the greatest scent in the world. It was something dark, alluring, like pomegranates. He leaned in, wanting to smell more of it. 
“You’re not far from the 15, I promise. You probably didn’t catch the turn off driving in this type of darkness.” 
“The hell you do to him?” Tyrone asked and cocked his head to the side.
“What are you talking about?” 
“What took you so long to come back out? Don’t take that fuckin’ long for a muffin,” he said.
The Librarian rolled her eyes. “I’m going to assume it’s the weed that’s making you paranoid. I asked for Michael’s help with some boxes that needed lifting. Some men like to help,” she said and pointedly looked at Tyrone. 
He caught the challenge, a burning in his chest to defend himself. “I ain’t know you needed help,” he said.
“There’s still a few things I need to move. Can you help me before you go on our way, screaming that I’m the devil?” She lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow and Tyrone looked at Mike. 
Maybe she was right. But Tyrone didn’t trust it. He looked to Paul who shook his head. Mike just stared at him blankly. The smell of pomegranate hit him again and his mouth watered. He looked back at the Librarian.
“I help you, you help me, that sort of thing?” He asked.
The Librarian shrugged. “I’m a librarian. I’ll help you anyway,” she said. “Won’t take as long as I did with Michael. I promise,” she said.
The way she kept saying his name made Tyrone scowl. He wanted to hear his name on her lips. He wanted her to scream it while he was balls deep inside of her. He blinked and shook his head. Where did that come from?
He found himself nodding anyway, following behind the Librarian. He watched her ass in that skirt that looked painted on. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she didn’t have any panties on. He didn’t see any panty lines as she walked. 
She moved fast, disappearing down a few stacks. Towards the back, there was a door marked for employees only. She went inside and held the door open for him. It led to a dingy hallway with a few doors on either side. To their immediate left, there was a small kitchenette with a basket of muffins on the table. 
The Librarian walked past, heading down the hallway. “I’m Tyrone, by the way,” he said.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she said.
He huffed, thinking he was going to hear his name from her voice. He followed her to an office. It was cramped, one lonely and neat desk surrounded by stacks of books and notebooks, papers, and a sorting cart. 
She pointed to a few boxes on top of a high bookshelf. “Can you please get these down for me? The last librarian was a giant and they’re too heavy for me,” she said. 
He nodded and used a step ladder to climb up and get the boxes. She was right, they were heavy. Probably filled with books and shit. He got to work, climbing up and down the ladder and moving boxes. He worked up a nice sweat in the office. A single drip of sweat slid down his neck and down his chest.
They made small talk while he worked. He learned that she was new to town and he asked her what made her move to some place like this.
“It’s quiet and the people are nice. That’s what I was looking for,” she said.
“Bad ex?” He asked. He huffed as he strained under the heaviest box yet. 
“No, just wanted a change. If that’s too heavy, don’t hurt yourself trying to move it. I can ask the shop owner to help. He’s a giant too,” she said.
Tyrone scoffed and worked even harder to scoot the box from the top of the shelf. Fuck that. If anyone was going to help her, it was going to be him. He made a sound as he got the box down and descended the ladder. Thank fuck it was the last box.
He set it down on top of the others with a smug smirk and looked at her. She returned his smirk and she leaned on one side, calling attention back to her figure.
Tyrone licked his lips and thought, fuck it. “If you need more help, we got time,” he said.
“Don’t think I’m the devil anymore?” She teased. 
He stepped closer, closer than he ought to. That pomegranate smell hit him again and he leaned in. “Never thought you were the devil. Just sayin’. I can help with anything,” he said. He cast his eyes all over her body, his fingers tingling with the urge to touch her. To see if he could peel her skirt off and lick what’s left behind. 
“Anything huh?” She asked. She laughed and trailed her long red nails across his chest. A shudder ran through him, desire spiking higher. His dick twitched, getting thicker. She moved from around him and fiddled with things on her desk.
Tyrone approached her, trying not to spook her. He pressed into her back, placing his hands on either side of her on top of her desk. He inhaled the heavenly scent of her, his nose pressed to the back of her neck. He didn’t know why he was being so bold. But he knew that if he didn’t at least try, if he didn’t shoot his shot, he’d forever regret it.
There was no way he was coming back to this town. But he couldn’t leave without a taste of her. Just one taste.
“Must get lonely in this town,” he whispered.
“What makes you say that?” 
“‘Cause you in this library instead of at home, letting some idiot fuck you to sleep,” Tyrone said.
The Librarian chuckled. “You always talk so nasty to strangers?” She asked.
Tyrone placed a kiss against her neck since she wasn’t stopping him. “Mhm, no ma’am. Just hate the thought of you here all alone,” he said.
“Why, you want to fix it?” She asked. She turned around, turning mischievous eyes to him. She laughed and for a split second…nah, that can’t be right. Her eyes didn’t flash red. Impossible.
He licked his lips and nodded, drawn once more to her lips. “Do you really want to fix it?” Her voice turned sultry and she drew her pink tongue across her lips. He followed the movement, undone by it.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. 
“Sit down, Tyrone,” she commanded. 
Tyrone’s legs bent without any thought to if there was a chair behind him or not. Luckily there was and he sank into the plush chair with a quiet sigh. 
She sank down to her knees and he was mesmerized by the way her skirt moved with her. How it didn’t rip or tear on the way down. He widened his legs and she smirked at him, running her hands up and down his solid thighs.
His dick tented his sweats, obviously showing his desire for her. He was near mad with it. Lustful. He ached to bury his dick somewhere warm and wet. She had the same idea as she eyed it. 
She moved her hands to the waistband of his sweats and started to shimmy them down far enough to free his dick. She palmed him, stroking him, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning. He was not going to bust off of a hand job. The fuck he looked like? 
She wasted no time leaning onto her knees and taking him deep. “Oh fuck,” he said and his hips jerked off of the chair. 
She took him to the base, suckling him and moaning around his dick. She played with the tip, swirling her tongue around the head and licking up any drop of pre-cum. She slurped as she released him and then ran her hand up and down his length.
“Wait, put yo mouth back on me,” he said.
“Did you like it?” She asked. 
“Fuck yes,” he said.
She did not return her mouth to his dick. She stroked him, driving him insane with the right amount of pressure and speed. But it was nothing like her mouth. He reached up to pull her head back down. He didn’t know why women wanted to be cute when he just wanted to bust.
She moved her head out of the way. “Put your hands down or I stop,” she snapped. 
Tyrone’s hands froze in mid air. His mind stuttered as her voice was equal parts erotic and scary. There it was again. That same flash of red in her eyes. She grinned but it was like a slash across her face. Still hot. Still a little scary. 
He was no stranger to a girl taking control in the bedroom. He didn’t always like it, but he wasn’t always the cool and calm mu’fucka he projected around LA. He fumbled the first time he had sex. A few times after that as well. 
He lowered his hands back to the arm rests and she ran her tongue across her teeth. “Good boy,” she said. 
She stroked him and stared at him, waiting to see if he’d try something else. When she was satisfied, she dipped her head and really got to work. Her mouth sucked him down like she was trying to eat him alive. Burning pleasure seeped into him and he threw his head back against the back of the chair.
“Won’t you moan for me, Tyrone? I like to know I’m doing a good job too,” she said and then returned to sucking the soul out of him. That’s exactly what it felt like. Like she was drinking from the very essence of him. 
“Goddamn,” he groaned, twisting his hips. Trying to push more of himself into her mouth. He licked his lips and made himself sit up. Made himself watch as his dick slipped in and out of her mouth. His hands gripped the rough fabric of the chair, dying to grab her. Hold her.
Saliva gathered on his dick. Her mouth was hot and perfect on his velvety dick. She added her hands, stroking as she slobbered. The room filled with wet suckling noises. Garbled saliva noises. She slurped him up and his climax hit the base of his spine. His balls grew heavier. The need to cum was overpowering but he did not want this to go too fast.
He wanted to stay in the moment. Stay with her mouth on him. Her hands on him. Her eyes fixed in absolute pleasure. He was used to women doing this shit as if it were a chore. As if it were something they thought he wanted in order to please them back. He wasn’t selfish. He didn’t want them to do anything they didn’t want to do.
But what a fuckin’ difference when he got with a real head hunter. He gave her all of his moans, all of his encouragement. Sweat poured down his temple. He watched and felt her work him, a near feeding frenzy.
He thought about baseball, the DMV, LA traffic, anything to keep this climax at bay. But then she sucked hard enough to sting and he threw his head back once more. “Shiiit,” he groaned.
His powerful climax hit the back of her throat. She hummed around it, swallowing every last drop. She continued to suck him, wringing it all. He fed her and wished he could cum again just to the sound of her humming around his dick. 
He heaved as she released him, inch by slow inch, and finally let him go with a wet pop. Her eyes were closed as she licked her lips. The lipstick was a little smudged and he groaned. Fuck. He wanted to go again already. But he’d never quite had the soul sucked out of him like that. He needed a moment to calm down, to get his bearings. 
“You beautiful boy,” she whispered, more to herself. He watched the emotions play out on her face as she wiped the corners of her mouth and sucked on her finger. 
“You talk about me being nasty,” he said.
The librarians didn’t do it like this back in LA. Maybe he needed to frequent the bookstore more. Find the quiet girls. Those were some closet freaks. Shy as hell though. Still might be worth looking into.
The Librarian chuckled and got to her feet. She moved away but Tyrone grabbed her hand. “Wait, lemme return the favor,” he said.
“That’s okay, baby. I got what I wanted,” she said. Her eyes were too narrow for him to catch her meaning. She caressed his face, those long nails sending arrows of lust straight to his dick. 
“Please,” he said and licked his lips. It wasn’t in him to leave a woman unsatisfied while he got off scott-free. He ain’t never begged for pussy. But dammit he wanted it. If her pussy was anything like her head game, he’d have to consider moving here. Maybe getting out of the game would be worth it. 
“That’s okay, baby. Really,” she said. She moved her hand from his face and he grabbed her again. He kissed the back of it and then flipped it over to kiss her palm. He left wet kisses on her wrist and up her forearm.
“Let me taste you,” he said. “Please?” 
She smirked at him. “What about your friends?” 
“Fuck ‘em. They ain’t my kids,” Tyrone said.
She chuckled and raised her eyebrow at him. He shook with restraint. Anyone else and he’d bulldoze his way in. Talk all kinds of nasty shit in their ear to get them to spread their legs. But she was different. She drove him wild. 
His skin was feverish. Desperate. He had to have her. There was no way he would leave without tasting her and seeing what made her squirm. What made her scream.
“Come on then,” she said. She said it like she didn’t believe him. That he couldn’t pleasure her. He wondered if some boonie fuck got to fuck her. If she was comparing them. He’d make sure she remembered him.
Tyrone stood up from the chair as she stood facing him, inching her skirt up her thighs and revealing that she, in fact, did not wear panties. He groaned as he watched her. She sat on the desk and spread her legs for him. For him.
He sauntered closer, running his fingers through her soaking folds. He dropped his head to his shoulder and groaned.
“You gon’ kill me,” he said.
She chuckled and ran her hands across his shoulders. She kissed his cheek. “Never,” she said. 
He lifted his head high enough to kiss her. The smell and taste of her made him bolder. He slipped his fingers inside of her, pumping her, seeing how much of him she can take. He slipped in with ease and he felt her clench around his fingers. 
Pride swept through him that she was so wet for him. He kneeled down, placing one of her legs over his shoulder. He kissed her pussy, inhaled the scent of her. He groaned in satisfaction and feasted on her.
He went in fast, flicking her clit. “Oh shit,” she said. Her hands gripped his shoulder. Her thighs squeezed his head and he went faster, flicking that little nub until it was nice and swollen. 
“Right there, right there,” she panted. Her voice rose in octaves. He kept it up, giving her exactly what she needed. He used his thumbs to open her up wider. Her juices coated the entire lower half of his face.
He dug in, licking and flicking, sucking, and moaning. She tasted so damn good, so damn divine. “That’s right, eat it, baby,” she encouraged. 
The praise hit him like a sack of bricks. It spurned him on, wanting to please her. He slipped his fingers back into her pussy, curling them and rubbing her spongy wet walls until she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but murmur and coo and grip his cornrows roughly.
She tensed before orgasming, twitching and jerking beneath him. He licked up what she gushed out, not ready to give up the ghost. All of her sounds were in the back of her throat. Animalistic, guttural.
He stood up, wiped his mouth, and then entered her before she could draw breath. Her eyes flashed red once more but it was just a trick of the light. He pounded into her ruthlessly.
He moaned and kept going. She was a welcome sheath for his straining dick. Her heated core felt so good, so right, that he became more animalistic himself. He pulled her by the legs to the edge of the desk, supporting her weight, and spearing her. 
He wanted to split her in half. He fucked her and her pussy gripped his dick like it had a mind of its own. He’d never met a woman like her. Will never meet another.
She only grew wetter and he slipped and sputtered as he pounded. He kept going, searching and reaching for the deepest part of her. 
“Goddamn, you feel so good. So - uh- good,” he said. 
She cried every time he went in, her face twisted in that perfect mix of ecstasy and pain. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Deep-mm-deeper,” she moaned. 
He angled his hips and pulled her closer, giving all of himself to her. Her hand was on his chest as if to push him away. But she grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him. She licked his lips and he lost his rhythm. If she kept shit like that up, he wasn’t going to last.
“Let me cum in this pussy,” he begged. “Let me cum in it.” It was a desperate need. That same primal need to mark her or claim her. To fill her up. Humans lost their super sense of smell many evolutions ago. But he wished that anyone who came across her in the future would be able to smell him on her, in her. 
She wheezed as he finally hit a spot deep enough for her. She rocked on his dick as she moaned. Her teeth grew a bit sharper, her nails a little longer, and her eyes a wicked deep shade of red.
Her head was thrown back as he watched the transformation, watched as she seemed to swell with energy. “Fuck me, Tyrone. Fuck me,” she said. Her desk made scraping noises as he pounded into her.
His heartbeat was in tune with his strokes. He wanted to stop, needed to stop, but she felt so good bouncing on his dick. She trained those red eyes on him and smirked.
“Cum in this pussy,” she commanded.
He let go, his climax making his eyes cross. He shouted his release into her, pumping her full of his biggest load yet. He stuffed her full and it triggered her own orgasm. She squeezed his dick and he cried out, hoarse, losing his voice to her. Losing his mind to her.
He slipped out while she laughed and settled onto the desk. “Oh, I could gorge myself on you for years,” she said and cackled, throwing her hands across her chest and hugging herself.
He wasn’t tripping. Her eyes really were fucking red. He pulled his pants back up and backed out of the room. Her cackles followed him.
“Come back any time and see me, Tyrone!” 
Tyrone ran down the hallway, her cackling laughter seeming to follow him. He didn’t dare risk a look back. He flew past the door, past Mike and Paul. 
“What the fuck!” Paul yelled. No need to be told a thing, Mike and Paul raced after Tyrone. He didn’t stop running. Her laughter was in his head. In his skin. 
He ran to the car and hopped in the driver’s side. He yelled for the keys. Paul threw it to him and slipped into the passenger side while Mike just made it into the back. 
It was pitch black, not even the street lamps enough to pierce the darkness.
“Anytime.” Tyrone heard in his head. The tires squealed against the pavement as he threw the car in reverse.
Fuck Vegas! If there was one thing he knew, it was how to get the fuck home. He put his foot to the floor of the car and peeled off down the road. He was confused, still a little horny, but all around freaked out.
He swerved onto the freeway and put the night and that crazy bitch out of his mind. But the laughter still followed him all the way home.
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You need some more in your life? There's more! The Secret Tyrone Files
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ofoceansandtombsanew · 4 months
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hear me out... jjk characters at the cookout
jjk characters at the cookout
tags: headcanons, gn!reader, black!reader a/n: honestly this sent me into an intellectual overdrive. the hold jjk has on the black community needs to be studied
suguru
bro says "monkey" one time and gets jumped
he's pretty chill
suguru can take a joke and toss them right back with a grin and feel completely relaxed
he is punctual when he wants to leave thouh and will side eye if you told him "we're gonna leave" and you're still there an hour later
overall he enjoys himself. family is important to him so it means a lot to suguru to be included and accepted by yours
your older relatives might ask a bit about his gauges but he's classy enough that it doesn't matter by the end of the conversation. suguru is quite charming when he wants to be
yuuji
"i like em tall with a fat ass like megan thee stallion"
yuuji won over your cousins pretty much immediately with one take and one take alone
you leave yuuji alone for one second and the mf has a coordinated dance with them and your family is hyping them up
your family would honestly adore yuuji, he fits right in
he had them in a loving death grip when he said he was ready for the collard greens, beans, potatoes, tomatoes, lamb, ram, hog mog
falls right into the trap of staying way longer than you planned even though you started saying your goodbyes 45 minutes ago
can perfectly quote katt william's "whose goddamn white baby is this?" scene
promises to bring his older brothers to the next family get together
the guy your aunties call 'baby' with all the affection in the world
somehow knows all the dances? candy by cameo comes on and an uncle goes "what you know about this right here, young buck?"
passed his test with ease. like, do not come to the next get together without yuuji. they will notice
megumi
he wouldn't realize that your family is just teasing and wonder if they legitimately don't like him until you reassure him it's just familial roasting. just say something dumb right back, megumi
has to be dragged out the corner to really interact with anybody else
megumi isn't really a party person and an extrovert but due to most of his close circle being extroverted, he does know how to manage his energy so he isn't completely drained after a short while of being there
answers all questions about your relationship seriously and sincerely
megumi might be quiet but your family likes his honesty. bring his ass back next time
satoru
honorary light skin
toji
honorary dark skin
kento
the man your cousins wish they had; he's literally the epitome of "as a man, you should be doing x, y and z". you know it and when you bring him over, your family knows it
he helped with the dishes without even being prompted and hearts were stolen
being a foodie, kento will be grabbing seconds and knowing your family he won't be leaving empty handed either
he's invited to breakfast by your mom before you leave
mostly needs to be sought out for interactions like megumi. he won't turn anyone away, he welcomes the conversations he's just not a big go getter
you can convince him to dance when a slow jam comes on and enjoys how your face lights up in recognition when older songs your parents played in your childhood comes on
like yuuji, if you don't bring kento to the next family get together don't even bother coming because they'll ask over and over again why he couldn't make it
satoru fr this time
his ass cannot stay out of the banana pudding. so much so, most of the leftovers you take home are just containers of it. says he'll leave you if you don't learn the family recipe
like suguru, satoru can handle your family's teasing and he teases right back
let's your younger cousins wear his sunglasses if they ask
"wait if they're called tony toni toné why aren't none of them called tony?" "satoru please don't ask this right now" "no because-"
if they didn't know you were dating someone before you brought satoru over, they'd definitely know when he arrives. he's always draped over you and he's happy to let the world know
when pulled to the side to ask if he's serious about the relationship, satoru's usual bravado drops to tell your relative calmly he's 100% serious
he's a good time. dances even if he doesn't know the songs, sings along when he does and he'll leave somehow knowing everyone's names when you don't even remember half of who showed up
toji fr this time
fits in surprisingly well, your family is a hell of a lot better than his
tall, charismatic, got a deep voice and big feet. you and your cousins will be gossiping and swooning about it
toji is no stranger to being on a family's least favorite list. he's got plenty experience from his relatives, he only cares that megumi and tsumiki are treated well when he brings them along. if they're treated right, toji has no problems
danced with a good chunk of your aunties, your mom and a cousin or two in order to cement winning them over successfully but you got the most dances out of all of them
"someone's been quite busy, mr i don't care if they like me or not" "i don't but it doesn't hurt to gain approval anyway. your aunt virginia already invited me to her son's wedding" "i haven't even gotten my invite to quan's wedding yet" "sounds like i'm the family favorite to me"
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Masterlist👸🏾💚🤴🏽
Here's my full list of Tiana x Naveen fan fiction!
Fun fact: all of my fics exist in the same canon universe! Below, I separated them into fics that make sense when read in a certain order and ones where the order doesn't matter.
Do I take requests? Sometimes. Click here for the types of requests I'm open to.
Just wanna chat patf? Send me an ask or message!
I'm still protecting my work from ChatGPT/AI theft, so please log into your AO3 account to read them.💖
This list updates as I update!!!
✨Best read in this order✨
A Place of Their Own | 7.8k words | One Shot | Explicit, 18+ | Tiana and Naveen's wedding night/first time.
Tell Me a Story | 5.9k words | One Shot | Explicit, 18+ | One night when Tiana can’t sleep, Naveen tells her a bedtime story worth staying awake for.
Just Drive | 3.6k words | One Shot | PG-13 | Naveen takes Tiana on a drive around the lake after an argument.
A Loneliness Like Theirs | 5.4k words | One Shot | Explicit, 18+ | Tiana is lonely while Naveen is away in Maldonia...but not for long.
🆕 The People's Princess | 10.8k words and counting | Chapter 2 of 5 available | PG-13 | On Tiana’s first trip to Maldonia, she is confronted with a surprise that determines what type of princess she’ll be.
The Chocolate Venus | 13.6k words | 4 Chapters, Completed | Explicit, 18+ | On a trip to Paris, Tiana fears that she has reason to be jealous of Naveen’s famous old friend, Josephine Baker. But is that really the case?
Those Who Wait | 21.1k words | 5 Chapters, Completed | Explicit, 18+ | Someone special from Tiana’s past has turned up unexpectedly—and he’s not showing signs of retreating. But Naveen comes from a long line of conquerors, and he won’t back down so easily either.
King for a Day | 2.4k words | One Shot | PG-13 | Tiana wants her family and friends to try her new king cake recipe, but there's a bigger surprise hidden in the cake than expected.
Caught in the Storm | 10.4k words | 3 Chapters, Completed | Explicit, 18+| When a tired Tiana struggles to fall asleep one night, Naveen takes her to the restaurant’s rooftop to pass the time. But will the unexpected rain ruin their fun—or add to it?
Lovers for Life | 1.8k words | One Shot | Mature, NC-17| Another day. Another lucky morning Tiana and Naveen get to wake up to each other, even if they have to keep a few guests waiting.
Make a Wish | 7.2k words | One Shot | Explicit, 18+ | When their snowy getaway doesn’t go as planned, Tiana turns her husband’s birthday trip into a night that’s hotter than he ever imagined.
✨Read in any order✨
In the Hot Seat | 7.9k words | 3 Chapters, Completed | Explicit, 18+ | Tiana and Naveen try their best to escape the Louisiana heat. But will they end up keeping their cool, or heating things up instead?
I'm Going to Make You Scream | 8.6k words | One Shot | Explicit, 18+ | When Tiana’s voodoo costume does not flatter as intended, Mama Odie makes Naveen teach the princess a Halloween lesson she won't soon forget.
The Most Important Meal of the Day | 4.6k words | One Shot | Explicit, 18+ | As Tiana prepares breakfast, Naveen gets a craving for something a little different.
Girls' Night Out | 2.4k words | One Shot | Explicit, 18+ | Tiana, Georgia, and Lottie get ready together before a night out. Of course, their gossip turns towards Tiana’s love life—and if all those rumors about her husband are true.
Heat and Steam | 5.3k words | One Shot | Explicit, 18+ | Naveen has just finished building a shower for Tiana in their bathroom. He wants her to test it out. She wants him to join her.
Midnight Masquerade | 6.3k words | One Shot | Explicit, 18+ | After a night full of mingling and dancing at Charlotte’s masquerade ball, Tiana and Naveen sneak away for a moment—and hope they don’t get caught.
Drunk in Love | 5.6k words | One Shot | Explicit, 18+ | Tiana and Naveen are readying the restaurant's store room for health inspection. But things take a turn when they discover a not-so-empty wine barrel in their inventory.
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thel0v3hashira143 · 2 years
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to all the black writers that have been writing eddie munson/steve harrington x black!reader (and feeding my obsession for the past week) y'all are doing the lord's work thank y'all 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐
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cardierreh15 · 5 months
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So,
I think after this month I’m going to be taking a hiatus of writing. Yesterday, I literally broke down in front of my husband … as of lately I’ve been feeling a little under appreciated and whether anyone wants to believe it or not— numbers do matter.
A lot of the time… I write for myself and I put up this hard front that “Whoever reads it, that’s who it’s for.” And I still stand on that— but sometimes… I get a little down and insecure.
When we are all writing the same thing, and other people are getting hundreds of likes and I’m getting 55 at best— it’s frustrating as hell. But I know it’s because I write for x black!oc/reader.
I’d like to thank my main supporters (you know who you are) and my friends for pushing and encouraging me to keep going. I appreciate y’all more than anything I hope that one day you guys make millions of people happy with your storytelling.
I will be online obviously and the only story I’ll probably update is Post Human — but nothing else.
Love you guys and thanks for understanding … I just need a break 😞
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lotus-flower-writes · 8 months
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My Masterlist
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🚧 Currently under Construction 🚧
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Lupin III - Coming Soon
Until I've found you • Jigen x Black!oc - Coming Soon
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One Piece
Peaches || An Usopp x Black!(Self-insert)Reader
While chillin' on the seas, the straw hats spotted a small boat floating around. This is when they meet a girl named (y/n). They don't know much about her, her past, and where she's going. The Straw hats welcome her with open arms, and even catch the eye of a certain sniper.
This is my first One Piece story
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
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One Punch Man - Coming Soon
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The Super Mario Brothers
Luigi
Manic || Luigi x Black!fem Reader
Soft Mornings || Luigi x Fem!Reader
I'll always want you || Luigi x Fem!Reader
Bedtime Stories || Luigi x gn!Reader
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sapphicjunglefever · 8 months
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the first anniversary.
this story contains mature themes. (kissing, degrading, begging, fingering, dirty talk/cursing.) 17+, MINORS DNI.
synopsis : this story is told from a second person pov, you and your significant other, named Sasha, are celebrating your first anniversary as a couple. you go to a super fancy restaurant, and you wanted the best for your girl so you got her a private room.
characters : fem x reader.
excuse any grammatical errors. enjoy.
this song yall, omg 😩.
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today was you and sasha’s first anniversary. you went out to a restaurant and it was great. you were enjoying each other’s company, but you were concerned about something else. sasha had on a sleek black dress that showed off her body so well and she looked so beautiful. you were sitting across from each other in a booth when you said “you look beautiful tonight princess.” you then lowered your voice to a whisper, caressing your hand up her thigh. “it’s taking everything for me to not fuck you on this table, not caring who sees. i wanna make you feel me inside of yo-"
the waiter walks over and you hear sasha laugh, “you knew your dirty talk would get interrupted.”
“hi, what can i get you ma’am?” the waiter asked, pulling out his notepad.
she smiled at you, eyes gleaming. you put your hand further up her thigh, her legs clenched further together at the sudden contact. she starts her order. “i-i’d like the um- chicken and rice- please.”
“okay, it’s coming right up.” the waiter walks away.
you move your hand even further, almost touching her underwear. “baby- not here please-“ she groaned. you pulled your hand away. “i wanna save those sounds for me. wait until we get home.” you whispered. she starts squirming in her seat, lowering her voice to a whisper. “you can’t tease me like that then stop.” she said, pouting. “i can do whatever i please baby. behave.” you lean in and whisper, “be a good girl for me.”
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when you got back to your apartment, you changed, and sat on the bed to watch tv. sasha was already showered and came out only in a sports bra and shorts that left her exposed. she nuzzled up to you in the bed like so, cuddling close. “hi baby. tonight was great.” it could be so much better. you thought. “sit up, lemme see you.” you said. she sat up. “you look so beautiful. pretty enough to be my slut.” you grabbed her face, kissing her ever so gently. she moaned into the kiss, somehow making her way onto your lap. “take this off, my love.” you pulled at the hem of her shorts, and she listened. “lay back. let me make love to you baby. let me show you how good i can make your body feel.” you whispered into her skin. trailing kisses down her body, at her stomach, further and further until you reached her waist.. you watched as her body was reacting to your touch, your hands roamed but she grabbed them. “please. have your way with me.” she begged. “are you sure this is what you want baby?”
you asked, tracing your hands to her inner thigh, giving them a slight squeeze. she was a panting mess. “open your legs for me, i want to feel her.” she did that, leaving herself exposed. you gently massaged her clit with your right hand and soon pumped two fingers in her, feeling her walls dampen from your touch. she gasped.
“please. fuck me.”
you chuckled. “you’re soaked princess. so needy for me to fuck you, aren’t you.”
you looked at her, taking a moment to examine her beautiful body, her brown skin and perfect toned lips all the way down to her well manicured white toes. “yes baby. i-i need you please.” the begging was your weakness. she pleaded once more. without hesitation, you slipped your fingers inside of her, pumping slowly as she moaned and cursed in pleasure. “faster, baby don’t stop.” you chuckled lowly, proud of her for taking all of you like a good girl. “my pretty little slut. you’re doing so good.” a groan was all she could manage to get out before you quickened your speed. she jolted her head back from this, feeling close to a release. “tell me you love me, talk to me.” you said, at a whisper. “fuck- i-i love you so much. i’m so close..” you watched her eyes roll back, feeling satisfied. “cum for me, sweet girl. let it all out.” her stomach caved in and she gasped for air, trying to remember how to breathe. “oh fuck.. i’m cumming- oh my god.” she screamed. she laid back down, tired and catching her breath.
“that was amazing baby.” she smiled at you, and you kissed her forehead. “you tired aren’t you. you smiled, cuddling beside her. “mmm, yes. happy anniversary baby.” sasha sighed happily. “happy anniversary princess. i love you.” and with that, your eyes shut.
OMG WHO WROTE THIS?! 🤭🤭🤭🤭
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headcannonxgalore · 9 months
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lvrsdrk · 8 months
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What of me in this state of desperation?
Does this not please you?
Have you not prayed for this since I conquered?
Yes, you now exist at such a high altitude of piety.
Confident that your sins have been wiped away.
Beckoning God to see your worth after the game bit back.
Yeah. MF. || eddiemustwrite
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ncblevicartstudic · 1 year
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Hello my ghoulies!! Big announcement!! Ya boy has decided to relaunch my patreon!! I'll be posting short stories, novels, drafts and exclusive all on there for $5!! The current series I'm working on is called "Slaughterhouse," and it's a story staring ya girl, Allison Conway! It's suppose to set the stage for the events of Hollow Port, and give y'all a taste of things to come!! Feel free to pop over there if you wanna support me, (or reblog this post that works too,) if you wanna read and keep up with the story!! Thanks so much for all the love and have a lovely evening!!
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afrogirl3005 · 9 months
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This the hood Eren y'all be writing about 😝.
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megamindsecretlair · 4 months
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Be My Little Darling - Chapter 10
Chapter 9 Chapter 11
Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some smut. ANGST. PIV, dirty talk, use of magic, and heavy mentions of survivor's guilt, negative self-talk, violence. Brief mention of suicidal ideation in a joking manner (It's never funny, please seek help), Soft Loki, bit of fluff and cute domestic things.
Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. Loki is nothing if not a man on a mission to not only win your heart but also make some headway about this saboteur.
Word Count: 4,789k
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A/N: I miss the Loki show already! I missed you lovelies! Something about this man just eats me alive. I can't believe we're halfway there to the end! Thank you so much for continuing to ride for this series! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! I block ageless blogs!
Taglist: @cantstayawaycani @braverthanthenewworld @monaeesstuff @chaos-4baby @dayjlovesromance @soft-persephone @mybonafidefeelings @nerdieforpedro @browngirldominion
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“Are you alright, Darling?” 
He knew fuck well you were not alright. True to his word, there was plenty more to come. Loki had stamina for days, waking you up periodically through the night so he could thrust back into you and deliver more orgasms. 
You moaned as he laid you on your left side, facing a mirror you hadn’t known was there. It figured that he’d have a full length mirror right next to the bed, the vain prick. 
He slipped back in and pressed his chest to your back. His face was near your ear so you heard every moan and sigh that escaped his beautiful mouth. “Look at us, Darling,” Loki moaned.
You opened your eyes and looked at the picture of you two. Loki was pressed into you, your right leg held up by his hand and pulled open for him to move inside of you. He had slowed his strokes so that they were deep and full. You felt every glide and every inch of him. 
“Gods,” you moaned. Your pleasure had been driven to heights you only read about. He kept you in a perpetual state of bliss. You almost didn’t mind the lack of sleep. If you were being awakened for dick, could you really complain? 
“Right here, Darling,” Loki said. He kissed your cheek and looked at your face in the mirror. You looked as well. You were thoroughly fucked out. Your hair was a mess, deep lines on your skin from the pillows and sheets. Your lips were swollen from all of his kisses. You were marked and claimed by him.
Your eyes traveled to him. His hair was all over the place, slicked back too many times in his desperate need to keep it from his face. You left deep, red welts on his shoulders and back from the times that he hit your G-spot and you were unprepared. 
After each time, he whispered, “one more”, and you were unable to form a denial. You wanted to please him. You wanted that look on his face. The face he was making now. As if in between your thighs was the closest to Valhalla he’ll get for now.
The wet squelches from your combined fucking was still like sweet music to your ears. It drove your arousal higher, pushed you to sink onto his dick hungrily. Greedily. Your pleasure built in your belly, cresting higher and higher. You raced after it, pulling it within your grasp.
“Oh Loki, Loki,” you moaned as the wave moved over you. You moaned his name over and over as your body jerked and twisted. 
Loki kissed your neck and cheek. He moaned your real name as he released himself inside of you for the hundredth time that night. Loki placed soft kisses to your shoulder and back as he softened and pulled himself out of you.
He dropped down onto the bed, out of breath and wrung out. You couldn’t move an inch. You panted and heaved as you looked at yourself post orgasm. You felt beautiful and sinful. You felt seen in ways you hadn’t for the past five years. He helped you do that. But it was still you. 
The parts of you that you hid deep down inside were still there. You weren’t broken. It wasn’t too late to become that woman again. You smiled tiredly at your reflection. Earth may not be Asgard, but Asgard had always been its people. And you were still here.
A warm cloth between your legs made you yelp. You were incredibly sensitive. One more fucking round and you’d simply die. Loki chuckled and kissed you while he cleaned you up. He toyed with you, going extra slow around your clit. You groaned.
“No more, please,” you begged.
Loki chuckled again and kissed your cheek. “I had five years to make up for, Darling,” he said.
“Liar. You didn’t start the club until a year after we arrived,” you said.
“And I wanted you before even then,” he said.
That did give you enough strength to roll over and face him. He faced you, head resting on his elbow, as he looked you in the eyes. 
“Bullshit,” you said. 
“All these years and you still don’t think I’m capable of the truth,” he said and shook his head. His finger idly traced patterns across your belly and thighs. You watched him closely to make sure he wasn’t trying to get you going again. Seriously, you couldn’t.
“You’re capable when it suits you,” you said.
“And it suits me now. You were in town, shopping, and I was securing my permits. I left the building and you were across the street, talking to the baker. You wore…a blue dress. Sandals. Hair pulled up and I thought you were the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen,” he said. 
You stared at him. You thought back to the dozens of times you went to the baker. He was Asgardian and made the pastries you liked. You were working a dead end job you hated, wishing for something more. The pastries were a luxury you really couldn’t afford but you couldn’t resist. 
“You remember that?” You asked. You usually had more situational awareness. Loki held a presence unlike any other. You’d be able to pick him out of a thousand clones. But you hadn’t realized he was on the street.
You assumed the princes were off doing…whatever princes did when there was no throne to rule from. Meetings, logistics, and the like. 
“How could I not?” He asked. “I remembered that the only thing I wanted to do was talk to you. But you looked so sad. And the pastries brought you such comfort. I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said.
Now, you sat up and turned towards him. His hand moved down to your hip, still tracing patterns. “Since when do you care about interrupting?” 
Loki smiled. “The way you speak about me, I’d think I was a monster,” he said with a cheeky wink. 
You rolled your eyes. “You’re not getting free compliments, so stop,” you said.
He grinned. “I stood there and looked at you. When you left, the sadness returned. I figured we were all still recovering from Thanos, so the last thing you needed was a failed prince to bother you,” he said.
You narrowed your eyes at him. You rubbed your head. There was just…no way that he saw you when you hadn’t known he was there. It bordered on stalking the way you would yearn for any glimpse of him every time you got to attend a feast at the palace. The way you would crane your neck and watch, transfixed, as he strolled in with shorter hair and his brother. 
He was always smiling, always grinning, always moving around without a care in the world. You used to pray to the gods that he’d look your way just once and see you. He never did of course. Too busy looking at Thor. Everyone always did. 
“So when I came in for the job and you hired me on the spot?” 
“I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to see you every day,” he said. 
“Loki! Did I get it because I was qualified or you wanted some ass?” You asked. You smacked his shoulder. He moved back as if you put any real weight behind it. He grinned at you.
“Because you were qualified. I am a reputable business owner and wanting a chance at that sweet, sexy pussy of yours would be against policy,” he said. Straight face and everything. 
You were probably going to have to see a doctor from all the squinting you were doing. This was insane. But…you chose to believe him. He could come up with a better lie than that. So…it had to be the truth. He did see you and wanted you way before you thought. 
Heat pulsed through you and you sank down onto the bed, feeling giddy. This was so silly. It was like you had a crush all over again. But you probably never really grew out of it where he was concerned. 
“Okay, I choose to believe you,” you said.
He leaned down and kissed your breast. “I’m glad,” he said.
“Don’t you start!” You said, moving away from him. He scooted closer. 
“I seem to recall you agreeing that I could have you whenever and wherever?” 
You were on the edge of the bed and there was no more room left to run. Loki crowded your personal space and kissed you, at his leisure, his hand back on your hip.
“That was the heat of the moment, can’t stand up in human court,” you murmured as he kissed along your jaw.
He nipped at your jaw and you hissed from the bite of pain. “Verbal contracts are still binding, Darling. You know that,” he said.
“Fine, twist my arm,” you said. 
Loki grinned. “I will have mercy just this once. But make no mistake. I will make good on my promises,” he said.
“Threats more like it,” you said. You tried to give him a stern look. But he was so damn cute laying there with his dark hair, in his home that smelled uniquely like him. You were truly in trouble here.
“Is it still a threat if I threaten you with pleasure?” He asked.
“How are you still capable of moving? I want to sleep for a week,” you said. Even now as you spoke and moved, you were thoroughly sore. The places that he gripped you were raw with his fingerprints. The places that he suckled and kissed you were patches of soreness. Your pussy still throbbed from all the pleasure wrung out of you. It was a miracle you were still awake.
“I have longed for this, Darling. I do not wish to see it end so soon,” he said. He didn’t look at you as he said it. Instead, his eyes were focused on caressing your hip. 
“Hey,” you said. You nudged him until he dragged his eyes from your hip. “No more running. I want this and I want you,” you said.
Loki smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. This man really had no idea, did he? He could spin a thousand tales and you’d still want him. Crave him. Lo-like him. You bit your lip at that mental slip. 
“What’s wrong?” Loki asked.
You kissed him instead of answering. You ran your tongue across his lips. He moaned as his hand clutched your hip. “Thought you were done?” 
“Can’t I kiss you without it turning to more?” You asked.
“Never,” he said. 
You rolled your eyes. Your stomach chose that moment to rumble. Loudly. You buried your face in his shoulder with a groan. He only laughed. 
“I have been a poor host. I will make something for us,” he said. He kissed your head and ordered you to stay there while he left the room. You watched his ass as he moved about flawlessly. You couldn’t, you simply couldn’t, but damn if he didn’t make you want to hop back on his dick and ride him until sunrise.
You were almost asleep when he entered the room carrying a tray. On it, there was french toast, bacon, and eggs. “You didn’t have to make all of this!” 
“Yes, I did,” he said. He placed the tray on the bed and you shared the meal, talking about nothing and everything. After, you relaxed against the bed and talked some more until you were both too tired to keep moving your jaws. If only you could communicate by mind. 
You both climbed under the covers and you fell asleep in his warm embrace, content for the first time in ages.
In the morning, you slowly awoke to soft light coming through his curtains. Loki sighed and pulled you closer. You smiled and snuggled into him. 
“Careful, Darling,” he said.
Holy hell, if you thought his voice was sexy before? His sleep-rough voice would melt your panties if he hadn’t torn them off of you. While you wanted to tease him, you also knew that you couldn’t follow through. So you settled down and kissed his arm around you.
“Good morning, Loki,” you said sweetly.
“Good morning, Darling,” he said with a soft chuckle. He kissed the back of your head.
“Oh no,” you said. Dread pooled in your gut as you thought about the new day and what it meant. What the hell were you going to tell your crew? You could hear Honey’s laughter now. 
“What is it?” He asked.
“What are we going to tell everyone?” You asked.
“We can say however much you want or how little you want. But they will know you’re mine,” he said. He tightened his grip around your middle to emphasize his point. You rolled your eyes even though you squealed on the inside.
“Loki, be serious. What are you gonna do? Fuck me with the door open again?” 
“If I please,” he said. You could hear the grin in his voice and you rolled your eyes again. He really was incorrigible. 
“Loki…” You groaned. He didn’t understand. The rules for him were different from the rules for you. He was a god and could do damn well whatever he pleased. You on the other hand, people would only assume what you asked last night. Did you get the job on your knees or on your back? 
“It matters not. We’re not going in today anyway,” Loki said. 
You rolled over and he peeked at you. “We’re going to into town to speak with the King. She might know who we’re dealing with.”
“Why would she know?” You asked. 
“I’ve been looking at the cards left behind by our saboteur. Only two, same card stock. Magically created. The King was the foremost expert in Asgardian security, she might shed some light.” 
You lifted an eyebrow at him. “Nice to see you were resting while we sorted out the rooms,” you said.
He smiled and shrugged. “Seize the day. We could make a day of it,” he said.
“Loki, are you asking me on a date?” You asked.
“No. You’ll know when I’m asking you on a date. But I would like your company on this errand,” he said. 
You sighed and rolled your eyes to the ceiling. He was so damn infuriating. And yet…
“How am I supposed to get home without any clothes?” You asked.
Loki grinned and pulled back the covers to look at your naked body. His blue eyes got wider, taking you all in. You squirmed beneath his perusal. 
“Is it my fault you showed up without any clothes?” 
“I wasn’t expecting you to rip them off of me,” you said.
“You offer me a present and I don’t get to unwrap it? That hardly seems fair,” he said. He pouted and you slapped his shoulder with a laugh. 
“I’m being serious, Loki,” you said.
“As am I. Besides, can’t you conjure clothes?” Loki asked.
“What? No. I can only conjure weapons,” you said.
He looked at you and frowned. “Have you ever tried?” 
You opened your mouth to tell him of course you had, but…well, shit, have you? You had an affinity for weapons and that was all you ever knew. It didn’t occur to you to try different constructs. 
“I can’t remember,” you said.
“While we’re on about it, is that the only magic you know how to do? Are you more in-line with my power?” 
You scooted closer and planted a kiss on his cheek. “No one can compare to the oh so powerful, oh so dreadful, the charming and devilishly handsome god, Loki,” you said. You peppered kisses in between your words and Loki’s face lit up with delight. You could get used to him like this. Happy and open and carefree. You really liked seeing this side of him. 
“Flattery gets you everywhere, Darling. But I think we should make some time to see what you can do,” he said.
You shrugged. Why not? 
“In the meantime…” Loki got out of bed and held his hand out to you. He pulled you into the bathroom where he pleaded for, “just one more”, and you couldn’t resist him. Afterwards, he conjured a brand new black suit for him and a black plaid dress for you, with green and gold lines intersecting. He even conjured you up some kick ass boots that gave you some height but still nowhere near him.
He looked over your outfit with a manic gleam in his eyes. “Down boy!” 
He pouted as you left his place and walked towards your car. You offered to drive you into town and he refused. Something about being a proper host. Instead, he had his own car. A sleek truck that was too tall for you to climb into. He helped you into the passenger seat and then soon, you were on your way into town.
Once in town, he parked on the outskirts and you walked towards the main City building. People were bustling about doing their shopping. Tourists were in town sharing jokes and ales with the local Asgardians. It was…sweet to see everyone hanging out and talking and getting along. You missed this.
“Come along, Darling,” Loki said. He kept his hands in his pockets as you walked towards the City building. His shoulders hunched forward. Guess there will be no holding hands today. Was he the holding hands type? You weren’t sure. Why did you want to hold his hand anyway? It was stupid and childish.
You clenched your hands into fists and walked beside him. He held the door for you as you went inside. The atmosphere inside the building was homey and comfortable. A far cry from the glitz and glamor of the palace back home.
You looked towards Loki. Maybe that was his problem. Maybe he missed Asgard as much as everyone else. Except, he had no one to tell that to. He did so much shit trying to bring it down, embarrass Odin or Thor, or cause mischief. Maybe he thinks people won’t want to hear how he misses it.
Loki made a beeline towards the main hall. Inside, aides rushed to and fro as King Valkyrie sat at the head of the table. She looked positively miserable. 
She was gorgeous as always. Flawless skin, locs twisted up in a lazy hairdo, and a smart suit to rival Loki’s black one. He made his look classy and debonaire. She made hers look painted on, effortless, and sexy. 
She looked up as the brown uniform doors closed behind you. She smirked at you but her eyes turned icy towards Loki. 
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Her smooth voice called out. 
Loki smiled and opened his arms. The picture of innocence. Right. Like cats are innocent. 
“We have a dilemma that I was hoping you could help with,” Loki said.
“Is the club not keeping you busy enough as is?” King Valkyrie asked.
Gods, she was gorgeous. You were nervous as hell. On Asgard, you were lucky to attend a few feasts. You never would have gotten that close to the family, let alone Odin himself. To be this close to King Valkyrie was nerve wracking.
Loki produced the two cards with “Remember” and “Vengeance” written on it. The King stood up and took the cards from his hand. She turned them over and looked at Loki.
“What of it?” She asked.
“Do you recognize anything about it? Anything at all? There’s a…saboteur at the club,” Loki admitted. 
The King walked around the open space, light from the windows hitting her coral skin. She studied the two cards as she moved around, humming to herself. “A saboteur? You say?” She asked.
She walked closer to you and looked at you. “What do you think?” 
Your words died in your throat. You looked towards Loki who nodded. Like that fucking did anything. You took a deep breath. “Causing a lot of issues for us. It’s annoying. No one’s gotten hurt that much. But enchanting our customers, one of our performers’ legs went through the floor, and switched our rooms around,” you explained.
“Heavy magic involved. All to mess with…you,” the King turned towards Loki and pointed. 
“We know that already. But why the cards? My enemies are usually more direct,” Loki said.
“Now that you mention it, I’ve heard some of the locals talk about legends around here. But those are just stories,” King Valkyrie said. She moved back towards the windows and looked at the cards.
“What kind of legends?” Loki asked.
“Just stories, I’m sure.”
Loki smiled and rolled his neck. “My King, I am very desperate to catch this person.” 
King Valkyrie looked at you and made a surprised face. Yeah, you thought you’d drop dead before you heard those words from his lips. You supposed this was getting to Loki more than he let on. Once you had him to yourself again, you were going to make him talk to you. Keeping all this shit bottled up was going to eat him alive.
“Fine,” King Valkyrie said. She hopped onto the table and faced them. “There is a legend around here of a disfigured man who used to live up on the hill where the club now resides. The locals treated him as you would expect, horribly. They harassed the poor man until he went insane. They wouldn’t let him sleep. Kids would jangle chains outside his bedroom windows at night.”
As she spoke, you swore the clouds chose that exact moment to blot out the sun. The room turned a shade darker. Shadows played across King Valkyrie’s features. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say she had magic of her own. 
“You haven’t heard the chains yet, have you?” She asked.
You and Loki looked at each other and then at her. You shook your heads at the same time. 
“Good, that’s good. Well, you see, more bad things happened to this man until he vowed to take revenge on every living descendant who dared bother him. He prayed to the gods to make him as strong as Odin, as clever as Loki, and as bold as Thor,” she continued.
You stepped forward, engrossed in the story. That poor man. You couldn’t imagine being hounded like that. Your heart ached for him.
“I have no beef with a disfigured man from human history,” Loki said.
“Your club sits on his land. You mock him with your den of sin. His home. You flaunt your pretty boy looks and lure unsuspecting tourists to your club,” King Valkyrie said and shrugged. “Remember? Vengeance?” She waved the cards around.
Loki sighed and approached her, taking the cards out of her hands. “What’s the real story?” 
King Valkyrie broke into laughter and clapped her hands. “How did you know?” 
You gasped and looked towards the King. You quickly shut your mouth and made your face blank. You would not admit to anyone that you fell for her story. Hey, she was a freakin’ Valkyrie who told a good story. You’d believe her too.
“I am the God of Mischief,” Loki said. He tucked the cards into his coat pocket. 
King Valkyrie sighed. “Fine. It’s so dreadfully boring here. For the cards, I am stumped, same as you. Never came across the like. You might want to speak to Heimdall,” King Valkyrie said.
Loki hissed and rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow at him in silent questioning.
“Loki thinks Heimdall is still pissed about slipping his gaze,” the King supplied.
“Why am I not surprised,” you muttered. Loki shrugged with a smirk. You had no idea what you were going to do with this man. You walked over to him, careful to keep your distance, and looked him in the eye.
“Are we not desperate? What can Heimdall do now?” You asked.
“Do not underestimate him,” Loki said. 
Okay, you two definitely needed to sit down somewhere and discuss whatever the hell you’re missing there. You needed all of the gossip, like right now. You gave Loki a pointed look and he sighed.
“Fine, fine. Let’s go, Darling,” Loki said.
“Hey, come back and visit anytime. Bring a drink next time! Or a bloody sword to end my life,” King Valkyrie called after you.
You turned back and waved to the King and then felt incredibly stupid for doing so. You inwardly groaned. She’d never invite you back if you continued to do weird shit.
Loki stopped outside of the City building, frozen to the spot. You nudged him. He stared off into the distance, barely acknowledging your presence.
“Loki? What is it?” You asked.
Loki’s jaw clenched, continuing to stare off. You followed his line of sight, squinting into the sun. Some distance away, at a pub, Thor was pushed out of the doorway. He was laughing with someone, slapping the smaller man on the back. Each slap of his massive paw caused the man to bowl forward.
You hissed as you took in the state of your prince. He was chubby, wearing…checkered pajama pants that looked dirty and a sweat-stained sweatshirt. His once golden hair was now flaxen like wheat, thick beard unkempt and matted. 
“Oh,” you sighed. You hadn’t thought…you had no idea…
You looked towards Loki. He stared at his brother across the way, guilt etched into his features. Again, you felt out of the loop but that was for another time. You wrapped your hand around Loki’s arm. You nudged him.
“Hey,” you said softly. Loki shook himself as if emerging from a trance. He smiled at you.
“Come, we’ll see Heimdall tomorrow,” he said. He put his head down and started walking forward. You stopped him and moved until you could look at his face.
“Don’t you want to say hi to your brother?” You asked.
“Stay out of it, Darling,” Loki said. 
“But, he’s right there. Clearly hurting. How long has he been like this?” You asked.
“Leave it,” Loki said.
“But shouldn’t we help him? Has he talked to anyone–”
“I said, drop it, Darling! You’ve no idea what you’re talking about. None! He’s…fine. He’s grieving like the rest of us,” Loki snapped.
You took a step back from the vehemence in Loki’s sapphire eyes. “Darling–”
You lifted a hand. “I’ve tolerated a lot of shit from you, Loki. But you don’t ever speak to me like that.” 
“I’m sorry–” 
You lifted another hand. “I’ll find my own way home,” you said. 
“Please,” he said. He called your name and you turned away from him. You will not let this man see more of your tears. You knew on a rational level that he was not mad at you. It wasn’t personal. But that was no excuse to talk to you like that. You were asking an innocent question.
You looked toward Thor once more. He had a bottle of ale in his hand and he was stumbling down the road. The town drunk. You won’t presume to know what happened there or why he was like this now. It’s not like you two were friends or that you had checked up on him these past five years.
You’d asked about him plenty of times, since Loki always seemed so down after going into town. You assumed that sometimes he saw his brother. Maybe he didn’t. Maybe he spent these past five years hiding like everyone else. Trying to pick up the pieces left behind in Thanos’ wake. 
What did you know? Besides, Loki needed to cool down and you did not want to be around him right now. You were liable to truly hurt his feelings. Your own anger simmered. One night of bliss and it turned into such a shit show. 
You mentally kicked yourself. You knew sleeping with him was a mistake. Sex only ever complicated things and it was bullshit. Thinking with your pussy rather than your head. You kept your head down for five fucking years and threw it all away, for what? For one night of sexual gratification? 
Ugh. You were disgusted with yourself. You crossed your arms and walked down the road. You were aware of Loki’s gaze on you but you refused to turn around. You didn’t want to deal with this shit. You didn’t ask for it. And you certainly didn’t ask to babysit Loki’s hangups. 
You walked home more confused and angry than you knew what to do with. How could you face him now? How did you begin to fix this? Whatever the hell this was?
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ofoceansandtombsanew · 5 months
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attack on titan's ended and i'm rewriting utsd's and while the story is a mikasa x black!fem!reader in its og incarnation, i was wondering if y'all wanted it to stay that way or do y'all want a completely interactive reader experience where you can pick and choose your actions as well as who you wanna pursue between eren, armin, mikasa, bertoldt, reiner and annie??? (you don't need to be black to enjoy the story/vote, vote away)
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sweet-potatah-pie · 7 months
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Hellooo! This is just a Black writer/blogger appreciation message because you're amazing! So THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE AND MAKING MY DASH BRIGHTER ❥
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Omg you’re too kind!!! Thank you!!! And same back to you!! 🤎💖🤎
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thel0v3hashira143 · 2 years
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𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℂ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤
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𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝕂𝕖𝕚 𝕒𝕟𝕕 [ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖] 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 [ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖] 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟.
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i don’t think that tsukishima would have a super easy time showing affection either tbh 
we all know he became emotionally stunted when after he found out akiteru lied to him about being on the volleyball team
but he opened his heart up to you <33
you had recently moved moved to karasuno from nekoma because of your mom’s job
you had always kept to yourself in school since you didn’t see people who looked like you ever since you moved to japan as a kid
you also planned to keep it that way here, but you did befriend yamaguchi because of his kind nature
and being friends with yamaguchi is being friends with tsukishima since they’re a package deal
surprisingly you and tsuki got along fairly well because of your similar snarky attitude and sarcastic sense of humor 
and eventually y’all fell for eachother (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
lemme tell y’all he is struggling out here too ok 💀
it took him MONTHS to ask you out and when he did it was...a thing 😃
“You, me, movie, Friday night.”
this nigga just walked away 💀
LIKE SIR WHAT???9!2:”?!!?>>:
but you liked him too so you decided to go anyways 😗
when he picked you up from your house he was actually acting very much like a gentleman
he brought you flowers, complimented your outfit, held the door for you, and even kept the snarky comments to a minimum.
he totally didn’t ask noya and tanaka for help
meanwhile you were wondering if he had been cloned my aliens or sum shit 🤨🤔
you both saw the movie and it was good but to tsuki there was one problem
you weren’t letting him touch you???
not like that y’all nasty asses 😒
when he tried to the classic drape the arm over the shoulder move you jumped like 10 ft in the air 😭
and when he tried to hold your hand you just pulled away.
it actually made him really insecure and the thought he was doing something wrong.
he was cursing tanaka and noya in his head 
but tsukishima kei is not a quitter 😤
so he decided to try and hold your hand one more time while you were waiting on the train.
but he failed :/ 
you still pushed away and looked down at your shoes
“Am I doing something wrong?”
you looked up and kei had an unusually soft expression on his face with a hint of sadness. 
you didn’t realize that you might’ve been hurting his feelings by rejecting his advances.
“No, it’s just..”
“Just what?” 
“I’ve never been with anybody romantically before. I guess I was just a little bit scared. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m so sorry Kei.”
“It’s fine dumbass, you should’ve just told me. We’ll take it slow if you want.” 
he was glad that you told him what it was because all kinds of thoughts were running through his head 💀
but you did let him hold your hand on the train so you both had a good time ❤
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cardierreh15 · 9 months
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As a black creator/writer/artist, I think it’s wack as fuck not to reblog other black artists/writers/creators work
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