#bitch ass tyrone

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How tf does my little brother (15) casually mention that when he woke up this morning and opened his door, that he saw the most terrifying sounding demon creature in the living for a split second, shrugged, then proceeded to take the most unholiest dump known to man.

Oh yeah, and despite only seeing it for half a second, has the image of it burned into his mind so well that he can describe it in great detail. No biggie though, wanna hear about how I beat fallout 3 for the sixth time in a row?

Smh…. Little brothers….

[megamindsecretlair]

Wrong For It

Pairing: Toxic!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ 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 (female receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. Corruption kink if you squint. ONE SHOT.

Summary: Follower Celebration: You voted for Slice of Life with a Toxic Tyrone! While hanging out with your best friend, her big brother Tyrone comes home unexpectedly. You've had a terrible crush on him for as long as you could remember. You're both a little tipsy and feeling each other. You absolutely shouldn't....right?

Word Count: 6,014k

A/N: Happy Follower Celebration!!!!! It's because of YOU that I've enjoyed (19!!!!) Tyrone fics! Not including the multiple parts. I've written sweet, toxic, disrespectful, AU, and spooky Tyrone fics and ya'll still want more! I LOVE YA'LL FRFR!!!! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Special, special shout out to @planetblaque! I could NOT have finished this without you, ILY!!! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

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“Girl, you never want to hang at my place anymore,” your best friend, Camille, said. 

You sighed and switched your phone to your other ear, grateful that she can’t see your guilty eye roll. “That’s not true, I was just over there…” You trailed off, trying to think of when you were last over there.

Fourth of July. She had a small party, which of course meant that everybody and they mama was invited. It was easy to disappear during the party. Easy to dodge Tyrone, her brother. He wasn’t a bad guy, he was just the neighborhood fuck boy and you had a terrible crush on him.

You’d known Camille and Tyrone all their lives, having grown up right next door to them. You never stood a chance when it came to what type of guy you were interested in. Camille spent many a day complaining about her annoying older brother and how women always tried to be nice to her in order to get to him.

You didn’t have the heart to tell her that during puberty, when you really started to notice boys, you had the misfortune of seeing Tyrone workout with his shirt off. Your summers were spent looking out of your bedroom window and into their backyard where he often hung out with friends. The no shirt/black shorts/towel hanging out of his back pocket combo unlocked something in you. 

You’d been changed. Altered. The fabric of your mind had been ripped apart and you spent the rest of your days trying to find someone who held a candle to Tyrone. None ever did. 

“That’s right, yo bitch ass don’t even remember when. Please? I got the house to myself for once,” Camille said. 

You sighed through your nose and looked at your phone. It was late in the afternoon and you didn’t have anything to do. Still. There was always the possibility of running into Tyrone. 

“You sure you got the house to yourself?” You asked.

“Yes! Now come on! We can make fun of that new movie on Netflix,” she said. 

“Let me get decent and I’ll be over,” you said. You held the phone away from your ear as Camille squealed loud enough to be heard around the corner. 

“Bring snacks!” She said. She signed off and you groaned, flopping back onto your bed. You were an adult. Tyrone came home later and later and sometimes not at all. He was either lamped up with his latest conquest or he was out selling weed. He still sold premium shit compared to the shops and you had no idea where he got it from. 

You got yourself together and raided your pantry for your favorite snacks. Chips, cookies, and pieces of candy. You were going to have a terrible sugar rush but fuck it, it was the weekend. 

Soon, you were locking your door behind you and crossing the dry lawn towards Camille’s house. You checked her driveway. There was only her busted Toyota Camry out front. You could breathe easier. Eventually, you’d have to get over him. Eventually, you’d have to stop letting your avoidance of him get in the way of your friendship with Camille. You just needed more time.

You shivered with the roaring wind outside. You hadn’t expected to go to her place tonight and you were comfortable in the heated house with your shorts, long sleeved shirt, and fuzzy socks. Outside though, you were exposed to the elements. Once it dropped below 70 in LA, it was freezing.

Camille finally opened the door, her deep ebony skin almost a match for her brother’s. She had thick, curled hair that was tied up into a high ponytail at the moment. She wore a tie-dye graphic tee with the sleeves cut off and gray joggers.

She squealed when she saw you and threw her arms around you, pulling you into a big hug. You giggled and braced yourself from the added weight of her. “You act like I died,” you said.

“I thought you did. How you still live next door and I, like, never see you unless we go out?” She asked. She took some of the snacks from your hands and let you into the house. You followed behind her, closing and locking the door, and moved into the living room. Since no one was there, you had the chance to watch TV on the big screen. 

You always loved being at their house. It wasn’t much. And it was just as grungy as your place growing up, but it was clean and full of love. Their mom was like a second mom to you, always making sure you were fed and gave you dolls on your birthdays. 

Camille already had an assortment of liquor lined up on the table like you were pre-gaming back during your clubbing days. “Damn girl,” you said, noticing it. 

Camille dumped the snacks onto the table and grinned at you. “Been so damn long, I forgot what you drink!” 

“Stop. We talk all the time,” you said.

Camilled sat down on the brown, weathered couch with a big sigh. She avoided looking at you and picked at something on the cushion. “Don’t feel like it, is all,” she said.

Shit. Now you were feeling guilty. You sat down next to her and pulled her into a hug. “I just been busy at work, bestie. I’m sorry I’ve been MIA,” you said.

She grinned and shrugged. “I get it. Work is a bitch! Now let’s get drunk like we used to!” 

You shook your head and again, something was telling you to throw caution to the wind. Before long, she was queuing up a movie on Netflix. She popped the top to the tequila and lined up two shots for you and two for her. 

You both shot it back, howling at the burn of alcohol. “Gahh damn!” You said when your throat calmed down enough. 

“Woo! Shall we play a game?” Camille lowered her voice and waggled her eyebrows. You laughed and shoved her away.

“The last time we played one of your drinking games, I was up till 3am puking my guts out!” 

“That was on me. We probably shouldn’t have taken a shot every time that man licked his lips. Trevante is sex on a stick!” Camille said and cackled. 

The sweet burn of alcohol dropped to your stomach and warmed you up from the inside out. You only shook your head and agreed. 

Soon, you both were falling back into your normal routine. You laughed, made fun of the trash ass movie, and drank and ate your way through the night. You yawned for the tenth time in as many minutes. Fuck, you missed this. You missed hanging with your best friend. 

Guilt wrapped an icy tentacle around your gut. It was your fault that you hadn’t had many times to unwind and catch up with your bestie. You had been so focused on work, so focused on keeping your mind busy, that you hadn’t realized just how long it’s been. 

You vowed to change it. You were not going to let some man get in the way of your friendship. No matter how fine he was.

Camille’s soft snores made you turn towards her. You giggled and shook your head. She always fell asleep first. And she fell hard. It would take an earthquake to wake her up. And even then, you both were desensitized by them by now. The rough rocking was akin to being rocked as a baby at this point.

You were sleepy but not ready to fall asleep just yet. You decided to help her clean, not wanting to be a pig in someone else’s house, best friend or not. You swept up crumbs, wrappers, and carried shot glasses over to the kitchen. Fuck. Everything was still familiar to you.

The light over the stove was on so you didn’t turn on the overhead lights. An ache beat in your head and you didn’t need the extra tension. The kitchen had peeling sky blue paint, tile countertop, and there were clean cups and bills overtaking the counter top. 

You hummed slightly as you cleaned up, knowing exactly where they kept everything. You set the shot glasses upside down on the drying mat. The humming was just loud enough to not hear the door open and close. Or hear someone approaching behind you.

The circle of arms around your waist made you squeal in fear and tense up, throwing your elbow behind you. You connected with something soft but solid, and there was a tiny “oomf”. 

You moved away and turned around, chest on fire. You held up your hands. You couldn’t fight worth a damn but whoever it was didn’t need to know that.

“Damn girl, watch where you throwing them elbows!” Tyrone groaned, rubbing his stomach.

“Tyrone?” You asked.

Tyrone winked at you and smiled. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. It took a few, deep breaths for your body to catch up to the fact that you weren’t in danger. Not physical danger anyway. You placed your hand over your heart and the rapid thumbs began to slow down. 

Tyrone leaned back against the counter and shoved his hands into his oatmeal colored hoodie. He wore a matching beanie and the hood was pulled up, hiding his beautiful hair that he lovingly took care of. You were brought back to plenty of days spent on their porch while Camille braided his hair and he talked shit. 

He considered himself an expert on relationships, despite never really being in one, and he never wasted an opportunity to educate you on men. He always told you that niggas weren’t shit and you were better off getting in, getting off, and getting out. 

Tyrone licked his lips and looked over your body, tilting his head. He grinned as he did so and you suddenly felt naked. Like he stripped you with his eyes and you were now exposed. Of course, it only got you thinking about being naked with him. Of being underneath him while he did all kinds of nasty shit to you. 

You cleared your throat, thankful that your rich brown skin didn’t show when you were embarrassed or flustered. The tips of your ears did burn something fierce though. “What are you doing here?” You crossed your arms. You sounded a little breathy, but that was okay. You were still trying to calm down from being scared.

“Live here,” he said. 

You sighed. Yes, you walked into that one. “Camille said you were gone tonight,” you said.

“Decided to come home early. Guess I just knew that yo pretty ass was in my kitchen,” he said.

No, no, that did not make your stomach flutter. That did not have an answering throb in your pussy. You shifted from one foot to the other, nails digging into your sides. 

“More like you got in a fight with your latest squeeze,” you said. You huffed a laugh, trying to break the sudden tension. Their kitchen wasn’t that big and Tyrone had a habit of making it seem like he was the only person in the room. He approached you, getting into your personal space. You tried to lean back, but your back was already against the counter.

Tyrone’s eyes were at half mast, likely high. He shifted closer until you were nearly chest to chest. He leaned down. Your lips parted. What was happening right now? Was he going to kiss you? Right now? Right here? With Camille in the next room? 

He reached out his hand and you did your best to prepare. You pinched your side. Were you really going to let this man kiss you? 

He reached next to you and grabbed one of the shot glasses you just cleaned off. He grinned. “Jealous?” He asked. He moved away, opening a small pantry next to the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of Hennessy. 

“No,” you scoffed, injecting enough venom in your voice to fell an elephant. Your chest hurt for entirely different reasons now, a type of burning working its way through your lungs. You wanted to hit him. You wanted to slap that smug grin off of his face. 

“Who still says ‘squeeze’? When did you turn into an old lady?” He asked. He poured himself a shot and knocked it back. You were a fool but you watched the way his throat worked down the liquid. You wanted to lick him. Wanted to plant your nose right at the hollow of his throat and kiss him. 

You rubbed your head and moved away from the sink. “I’ve always been an old soul,” you tossed over to him as you passed him. He tugged on your long-sleeved navy shirt, pulling you back into the kitchen.

“Hol’ up, where you going? Shit, I ain’t seen you in a cool minute,” he said. 

You shrugged out of his embrace and refolded your arms. As long as you had a barrier against Tyrone, he couldn’t see how fast you were breathing. You were thankful for the low light as well. That he couldn’t see the way you followed his every move. That your eyes darted to his lips whenever he spoke. 

 “I been around,” you said and shrugged. 

“Naw, you were, like, always over here. Then you up and dipped, what’s that about?” He asked. He poured himself another shot and knocked it back, eyeing you over the rim. You held eye contact for a beat, perhaps two, before grinning and shrugging once more.

“Been busy. Why you giving me the third degree?” You asked.

“Damn, can’t a nigga make conversation?” He asked.

The giggle left you before you had a chance to snatch it back and hold it inside. Giggling would lead to flirting, which would lead to dangerous thoughts. You were a bit tipsy, feeling loose and unencumbered. It was a dangerous position to be in. Especially around Tyrone. 

“I better go wake your sister up before she go looking for me,” you said. You smiled and moved past him once more. Again, he grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you back in front of him.

He invaded your space, moving closer. Close enough to smell the Henny on his breath. “Why you keep trynna escape?” 

“I’m not,” you said. 

“You look too damn good in them shorts,” he said. He tilted his whole body to the side, exaggerating his movements to look at your legs. You laughed and shoved at his shoulder. 

“You need to stop!” You said. Any minute now, Camille was going to wake up. The last thing she needed to see was you flirting with her damn brother in her kitchen. You came over here to hang out with her, not make googly eyes at Tyrone. 

That color looked damn good on him though. It stood stark against his dark skin, but it suited him. It was rare that you saw him in bright colors, and the muted oatmeal color just worked on him. Everything worked on him. He was one of those annoying men that never had a bad day.

“Why I need to stop?” He asked. He straightened up and tugged on the front of your shirt, pulling you closer. You were trying to resist, trying to tug yourself backwards. But he was stronger. He pulled you forward and you braced yourself by grabbing his upper arms. You were chest to chest now, staring up into his dark eyes. 

“You’re Camille’s brother,” you whispered. 

“You’re Camille’s best friend. Fuck that mean?” He asked. 

You grinned but immediately squashed it, poking the sides of your cheek with your tongue. You mentally slapped yourself, knowing full well you should not be enjoying this. Should not enjoy the way he grinned slowly, hand still clutching your shirt to keep you in front of him. Like he wanted you there.

“Tyrone…”

“Shhh,” he said. He licked his lips and leaned forward, rubbing his cheek against yours. You sighed. He had a bit of prickly stubble there and it felt good against your smooth skin. He kissed your cheek. “Let me kiss you.” 

You shook your head, looking down at his hand on your shirt. “We shouldn’t…”

“You say ‘should or shouldn’t’ one more time and I’ma kiss you anyway,” he said.

You shook your head, looking back up at him. “Tyrone, Camille will kill us,” you whispered.

“All you gotta say is that you don’t wanna kiss me. You just keep giving me bullshit excuses,” he said.

“Fine, I don’t wanna kiss you,” you said.

“Bullshit,” he said. He leaned forward and kissed you anyway. You squealed and gripped his arms harder, intent on pushing him away. But his lips were warm and wet. Sexy. He kissed like he walked; lazy, smooth, in control. 

The kiss made your pussy flutter, growing wetter by the second. He moved his hands to your waist, pulling you closer. It was like you weren’t close enough or something because he pushed you against the countertop. He ground his hips into yours and you moaned quietly, feeling something hard press into your belly. He grabbed two handfuls of your ass and squeezed.

His tongue explored your mouth, licking along your bottom lip. You hissed and ended on a sigh. When there was a natural break, you took the opportunity to pull back. Tyrone opened his eyes and grinned.

“Tyrone! You know we shouldn’t–”

Tyrone’s lips found yours once more, hands gripping your hips and digging in like he was looking for lost treasure. You moaned, gripping onto him just as hard. You finally got to taste him, that subtle hit of Henny on his breath, and it was everything you pictured it to be. Only better. It was real. It was magical. 

He pulled away and tilted his head at you with a grin. You bit your lip to keep from saying what you should or shouldn’t do. You were torn between two places. On the one hand, you felt so guilty kissing Camille’s brother. Everybody grown, but it still felt taboo. Like you were breaking a sacred girl code. On the other hand, you were selfish and greedy for more.

Tyrone grabbed your hand and began to tug you into the other room. You dug your heels into the hardwood floor, stopping him in his tracks. “What are you doing?” You asked. 

“‘Bout to get into some fun with you,” he said. He winked at you and you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him see how much he was affecting you.

“Oh, no, no, no. A kiss is one thing. I’m not going to your room,” you said. You had to draw the line somewhere. No amount of good dick was going to mess up your friendship. 

Everyone’s had a spin on Tyrone’s dick. And it was just your luck to fall for the resident fuck boy who handed out orgasms like Halloween candy. There had been plenty of times that you and Camille were minding your sweet business when a group of girls would suddenly break out into an argument about who hopped on Tyrone’s dick last. You were not going to add yourself to that long list. 

Tyrone sighed and hung his head, grabbing your hips and pushing you deeper into the kitchen. You were out of sight of the living room by now, but he didn’t stop until you were at the farthest possible point, leaning against the door that led to the side porch. You yelped, not used to being manhandled quite like this. 

Tyrone dropped another kiss to your lips, hands roaming under your shirt and fiddling with the swell of your breasts. You just wanted to point out once more than you were expecting to hang out with your best friend, so no bra was required. 

Tyrone kissed your neck, warm lips pressed to your pulse point. You sighed, gripping the sleeves of his hoodie. He moved one hand lower, reaching under your shorts slowly and giving you enough time to stop him. You didn’t. 

He slipped beneath your panties and he ran his fingers through your wet slit. He hummed in the back of his throat. He kissed his way up to your ear. “I just want a little taste. There’s no harm in that right?” 

You tried to form words to tell him that there was harm. There so was. But then he planted the visual of him tasting you there. You leaned up on your tiptoes the further he explored your damp curls, dipping a long finger into you. You bit your lip to keep from moaning too loud. You were so damn afraid of getting caught that it was a weird mix of fear and arousal that kept you rooted to the spot. 

You wanted to resist him. You wanted to be strong enough to move his hand and keep him wanting more. Instead, all you could do was enjoy his fingers playing with you. “Please? Just a little taste?” He asked.

He lifted your leg to give him better access and your head thunked against the door. He had the perfect mix of pressure and rhythm that it was driving you crazy. Making your knees wobble.

You sighed choppy, breathy sounds and nodded. One little taste wouldn’t hurt that much. He grinned, kissed your ear, and then removed his fingers. He licked them while he looked you in the eye and he moaned around his fingers. 

He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the kitchen. You tried to tiptoe around a sleeping Camille but Tyrone stomped his way through the living room. Camille snored and jerked in her sleep but made no indication that she was close to waking.

Inside Tyrone’s room, you smelled a subtle weed scent. He closed the door behind you and turned on the light. It only turned on his ceiling fan, so he worked with muted lighting. He tossed off his hoodie and beanie, revealing a plain white shirt underneath. He took that off as well and he wore a white tank underneath.

Fuck, he was so hot. You watched as his arms moved and muscles bunched beneath his skin. He moved a blanket off of his bed and then grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the edge. Before you could sit, Tyrone pulled down the sides of your shorts and revealed your racy underwear. You had plans to wash today and these were all you had in the meantime.

Tyrone grinned. “I like these,” he said. 

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” you groaned. You covered your face, burning cheeks scalding your hands.

“Why not? Been checking you out for a while,” he said.

He ran his fingers along the gusset of your panties and you bit back a moan as his knuckles ran up against your pussy. “Liar,” you sighed.

He grabbed your hand from your face and pulled you forward so that you could cup him through his sweatpants. “This feel like I’m lyin’?” 

Your eyes widened and you lightly shook your head. No, no it did not feel like he was lying. There was still that needling thought though. “Fuck boys aren’t usually picky ‘bout who they get with,” you said.

Tyrone chuckled and shook his head. He got to his knees and released your hand. He moved in between your legs, pushing them wider around his broad shoulders. He flipped his hand and started playing with your pussy in earnest. 

“So fuckin’ wet,” he whispered. “You must not be that picky neither then.”

“Maybe I’m just horny,” you said. 

Tyrone chuckled and bit your thigh. You whined, loving the bite of pain. “We gon’ see ‘bout that,” he said. 

He moved your panties to the side and kept eye contact with you for as long as he could. You watched his tongue flick out and push past your pussy lips. You moaned, grabbing onto the back of his head. 

“Mm, don’t you taste so good,” he whispered against your pussy. This was wrong. On so many levels. But you couldn’t resist as he continued to tease you, flattening his tongue against your clit but not moving it. 

Your thighs twitched and tingled, needing him to move or do something besides be evil. You moved your hips, silently pleading with him to get a move on. You whined more, moving your hips. Tyrone chuckled, and sucked on your clit.

“Oh shit!” You said. 

“Impatient ass,” he said. 

He continued to tease, suckle, and please you until you were a whimpering, sopping mess. You’d definitely have to wash these panties immediately. They were soaked with your juices. While making out with your pussy, he pulled your panties in between your pussy lips and pulled. Your pussy lips were wedged on the outside of your panties and you leaned up in time to see a feral look cross Tyrone’s face. 

In all of your fantasies, you never quite imagined him looking so enamored with your body. “Anybody tell you that you got a fat ass pussy?” He asked. 

He licked your pussy through the fabric. All you felt was his hot tongue and your back bent off of the bed with a ragged moan. The edges of his tongue hit your lower lips and you cried out. You were ready to burst. You felt like your bones would melt. 

He moved your panties once more and swirled his tongue in the mess you were making. You licked your lips and looked at him. He was focused on some type of demon time you weren’t privy to. 

Right when you were feeling the beginnings of your orgasm, Tyrone pulled away. You huffed and got to your elbows to glare at him. He only grinned. “You said I could have a taste right?” 

You coughed and sputtered as a hundred sentences tried to leave your mouth at once. “You better not leave me like this,” you said. 

“If I did?” Tyrone asked. He tilted his head and looked at you, all hint of playfulness gone. He…wasn’t serious, was he? You stared at him and he stared at you. You were sure that if this were a meme, you’d be laughing your ass off but this was far from funny. You were unbearably wet and uncomfortable, and you needed relief now. 

“I’ll finish myself off, then,” you said. Your hands moved to your pussy so that you could get yourself off. Not like you hadn’t had plenty of practice getting yourself there. Fuck him. Sex god, pft. What a joke. You finally got a chance to hop on community dick and all he was interested in was fucking with you. 

This, you would take to your grave. You’d never fess up to this embarrassing shit. Your fingers barely grabbed your panties to move them when he grabbed your wrist painfully. You cried out and looked up at him. 

“Don’t you ever try to get yourself off when I’m standing right here,” he said in a near growl, voice low and his lip curling in absolute disgust at the thought. 

“But–” 

“I asked you a question. I ain’t say you can play with yourself,” he said. 

You gulped and sank back onto the bed. He released your wrist, tossing it away from him. It flopped onto the bed. You stared wild eyed at Tyrone, not understanding what the fuck was going on. Mark you down as scared and turned on. 

He pulled roughly at your panties, tearing them down your legs with an excited rush. Your body twisted as you wiggled your thick legs out of them. Next went your shirt and his eyes widened seeing your titties. 

He palmed them briefly, testing the weight between his hands and grinning. Then he tugged down his own sweats, freeing his dick. Shit. He was so big. Huge. He lowered his pants just enough to be able to move and then he was leaning forward, running his dick through your folds to get him nice and wet. 

“Ty-”

“Shh, I’m gon’ fit, don’t worry,” he said.

You turned your head to the side, not able to stand him. “Look at me,” he said. 

You shook your head. If you looked at him, you’d lose your damn mind. “Look at me,” he commanded, voice deeper. 

You whined and looked at him. He ain’t even do nothing yet! You only hoped that it wasn’t so obvious that you’d been in love with him forever. That he couldn’t read it all over your face. Surely, you could have this one night. This one night to torture yourself with for the next fifty years as you tried to find a suitable replacement for him. 

“I finally get in this pussy and I want you to see me do it,” he said. 

You nodded. “I see you,” you whispered. 

He placed one hand near your head to steady himself and then slowly pushed inside you. You cried out, back twisting, and he cooed at you. “You can take me,” he said. It was a matter of fact for him. Not up for debate. He said you can take him and so your body welcomed him eagerly. 

He worked his tip in and you pushed against his chest. He was too much. “I ain’t even in yet, gorgeous,” he said. 

“Too much…” you cried. 

“No, it’s not,” he said. He slowly worked himself inside, pushing deeper and deeper until you were full of his dick. He adjusted himself before moving his hand to push down on your stomach. 

Air whooshed out of you. You felt him from both sides. How did that feel so damn good? He worked his hips, giving you deep and long strokes that made you see the heavens and the earth. 

“That’s right, open up this pussy for me,” he groaned.

He leaned down over you and suckled a nipple into his mouth. Your knees pressed against his waist, pushed back by the sheer size of him. You gasped and sighed in tandem with his strokes. It was like he was feeding you the air you needed and taking it away. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moaned.

“Shh, we ain’t wanna wake Camille,” he said. He pulled on your nipple with his lips and you whined, slapping at his shoulders. 

“That hurts!” You cried. 

He only licked away the sting and did the same to your other nipple. “Shit, shit,” you said and slapped at his shoulders again. He licked all around your areola and sighed, fanning his warm breath across your wet nipple.

“Next time, I’ma tie yo ass up,” he said. 

“Next time!” You squealed. 

He thrusted and hit a sweet spot deep inside. You croaked, eyes rolling into the back of your head. It was like he hit a reset button. He hit it again and again until you were screaming and crying, twitching on his dick with the force of your orgasm. 

“I’m stretching this pussy out, huh?” He asked.

Your mouth worked but you couldn’t make any kind of coherent word come out. You could only hiss and moan with every deep stroke. “Sh–, sh–.” 

“Got this dick all up in yo stomach,” he said.

You jerked and twisted on your way down from an intense orgasm. Tyrone grinned. “Oue, give me another one.”

You hiccuped and shook your head. You couldn’t give him another one. You were only allowed one reset per day, right? 

Tyrone grabbed your ankles and straightened your legs out. He stood up and placed your legs on his shoulders. He kissed your ankle, rubbing the arch in your foot. Your back arched and your mouth dropped open. 

“Ohh, I hit a good spot,” he moaned. He increased his pace. At this angle, he felt bigger. He felt close. Like he truly was digging your stomach out. He adjusted his hips, pushing your thighs against your stomach.

Your hand flew to his arms, trying to push him away. “Why you trynna escape? Huh?” 

“Too. Much,” you said. 

“Aw, my dick too much?” He asked.

You looked at him and nodded. Yes, it was too much. You weren’t used to accommodating someone of his size.

“This dick too much? You sure? ‘Cause I feel pretty good fuckin’ you,” he said, continuing to pound into you. He was relentless, taking pleasure from your body any way he could get it. 

Tyrone licked his thumb and rubbed circles around your clit. Your eyes rolled back, seeing the depth of the universe behind your lids as you came once more.

“There it is, don’t that feel so good? Ain’t you needed that?” Tyrone pulled your legs apart so that he could look at you more clearly. He rutted into you a few more times before he pulled out and fisted his dick, stroking furiously and cumming with the most beautiful, pained expression on his face.

The moan that escaped him was low, guttural. The hot splashes of his cum painted a pretty picture on your stomach. You looked down to stare at that particular artwork. 

Tyrone dropped your legs around his hips and panted. He dug his phone out of his pocket and took a quick picture.

“What the fuck, Tyrone!” You yelled.

Tyrone grinned and put his phone away. “Don’t worry, I won’t show nobody,” he said. “Need something to get off to until I get in this pussy again.”

Your mind went blank trying to comprehend what the fuck he just said. He moved away and cleaned himself off with a red towel that was draped over his chair. He left the room and returned with a wash rag, cleaning his cum from your skin. You were still trying to compute that he wanted to do this again.

“We can’t do this again, Ty,” you said. You got up and found your shirt, pulling it over your head. You fished around his room for your panties. The floor was clean so where…?

Tyrone cleared his throat and held your panties and tiny shorts in his hand. He held it out to you and you reached to snatch it from him. He lifted it above you, way out of reach, and leaned down.

“Give me a kiss before you escape,” he said.

“Ty, no! Give me my panties!” You wanted to shout, but you were ever cautious about waking Camille. Oh god. You weren’t exactly quiet here. Did she hear? Was she outside his door fuming? 

Tyrone turned his cheek towards you and waited. You rolled your eyes and pecked him on the cheek. “Now the other side,” he said. He turned his other cheek towards you. A laugh escaped you and you huffed with the effort of trying to pull his arm down. He wouldn’t budge. So you sighed and kissed his other cheek. 

He slowly brought your clothes back down. You looked up so he was able to swoop in and steal a kiss. He grinned as he pulled back. “Don’t be a stranger,” he said.

You snatched your clothes and hurriedly put them on while Tyrone stared at you. He was so annoying! And you just had sex with him. Amazing, mind-blowing sex but still. 

Dressed, you pushed away from a laughing Tyrone and back into the living room. You sat on the couch and accidentally bumped into Camille. She yawned and stretched out on the couch. “Damn, how long we been asleep?” 

“I don’t know. I think Netflix was watching us for a minute,” you said. You chewed on your nail. You were so sure that she’d read it all over you.

“You cool to stay over like always. I’m taking my ass to my bed,” she said. She yawned again and got up from the couch, tapping your shoulder and headed towards her room. You stared at the light under Tyrone’s door and let your mind wander. 

Ultimately, you followed Camille to crash in her bed like old times.

Lordy! Yes, I said 19! You can find them all here! The Secret Tyrone Files

[henneseyhoe]

Freaky Girl

Tyrone x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS:real ghetto. Y’all know Tyrone a hood nigga anyway. Spit(obvi), Short, not a complete smut buttt it’s still nasty.

SUMMARY: Tyrone gets the rest of his soul taken(if the government didn’t already do that for him)

Ps.I lowkey wanna make this longer into a full smut but idk lmfao

(Gif cr: @tishrivers <3 )

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Music with bass boomed through the car crowed street, the neighborhood cul-de-sac he pulled up in being as active as the hood usually is. The place wasn’t run down, but you could tell a couple illegal activities took place here more than often. He was no stranger to environments like this at all though. He grew up around it. Only problem was, this wasn’t his hood, so he was careful.

He made sure not to wear any alarming colors, even leaving behind the blue flag he’d usually wear in the back of his pocket, hanging out for any nigga to see. Not tonight though, he wasn’t even trynna be on that. A nigga couldn’t imagine getting clapped in somebody else hood just for wanting to get some pussy from this fye bitch a few blocks down. He honestly could have just walked, but he wasn’t feeling the idea of freely walking somewhere without his ‘heat’. Especially not around no damn crackheads.

Speaking of said ‘fye bitch’, she was in all honesty more than that, but he knew nothing apart from how some cornbread fed ass shordy he met at a party a month ago wanted what he had in them dickies cargo pants. She was pretty, both street and book smart, but the important part was that she was down for whatever a nigga offered.

He had heard about her around before, but he never really looked into why she was talked about other than the fact that she, again, had a fat ass and use to deal with some known nigga from across the states. Last reason he didn’t give a fuck about actually. All he thought about was if she knew how to take dick or not.

He exits his car and locks it, making his way into the neighborhood fully with a gangster lean in his walk. Like he had something in them pants that could cripple a bitch. All he could smell was weed smoke and burning wood. passing by residents and other guests who had came there for completely different reasons. Feeling cautious, he clutched his belt anytime he felt eyes on him. You could never be too careful.

Finding the girls house, he shakes his head at the hot pink painted front door, making it the only one to stand out apart from all of the other duplexes.

Laying a knock on the door, he leans against the porches iron railings and waits, which felt like forever in his case, though it was only a minute that passed. The door swings open, revealing the thick girl in boy shorts and a cropped tee that was fitted against her breasts, the deep split in the middle already giving him a show. It was obviously cut after being bought, the bottom of the shirt being tacky with loose threading that reveled a bit of her under boob.

“Bout time, nigga. Thought they got yo ass or sum” she moves from the door to let him in, walking back to wherever she came from. He walks in, his eyes fixated on the movement of her ass in those shorts. He couldn’t wait to see how it moved without the shorts restricting her.

He blew off at her comment. “Got? Never that, that ain’t me. A nigga had other things to do, shordy”

She turned to him, her eyebrows cockily raising. “Better than me?”

Silence was passed around with that question lingering around his head, a smirk tugging at the side of his lips as he thought, kicking the door shut with his foot then reaching for his belt.

“Hell nah”

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“Fuck—suck that shit” he exhaled, milky white smoke floating from his lips as he slowly leans his head back and entangles his hands in the girls Fulani braids. He was deep down her throat as if there was nothing blocking him from going further, and she was taking it. Imagine throwing a sausage down a hallway.

She licked and sucked along the shaft of his dick like it was hydrating her, her only goal being to get him off at the moment. Pulling him out of her throat, her hands wrap around his thick, long pipe, stroking him while her tongue worked on his balls, using her spit to get it sloppy, how he liked it. She used so much spit that the waist band of the front of his pants was wet down to the zipper.

He could still hear the loud trap music from outside and his high was hitting just right, making the music seem like it was put into some kind of filter. Like his brain chopped and skrewed it for him, his own remix featuring the wet sounds of the girls throat swallowing him whole.

She continued to slurp him up, shamelessly looking up at him with her beautiful slanted eyes, her wispy, recently done eyelashes complementing the shape. Usually girls teared up when giving head because of the pressure, but Y/N? Not one tear could fall from her eyes while doing one of her favorite things; getting some cut.

Feeling him pulse in her throat, she smiled with him still there. He could only look down at her in awe, taking another hit of his blunt to refill his lungs , but to also distract him from busting already, though that was the inevitable once she hallowed her cheeks and tightened her lips around the base of his dick, sucking like she was attempting to pull the nut out of him, which didn’t need much of an attempt since he was already ready to bust back to back in any hole she offered tonight.

He gripped the couch cushion underneath him with his hand, almost dropping his blunt as she sucked up and swallowed every bit of the sweetness he gave her. Not being able to take anymore of the suction, he pulls out of her mouth with a grunt, his hand moving down to grip the base of his dick as more of his essence spurted out onto her plump lips till that was all he could give from that one session.

“Gahdamn” he sighed, still holding himself until the sensation of her mouth went away, leaving his dick continuously bobbing up and down in jerks just from the sight of her. She only hummed out a soft ‘Mmmm’ as she rubbed the rest of his nut along her lips, giving it a gloss like sheen. That made him go crazy, starting to get him hard all over again. Her tongue danced on her fingers, moving the muscle up and down her middle finger and swirling around the tip of her long and exaggerated acrylics.

They were red and curved, decorated with white painted on flowers. It reminded him of the designs back into the 90s.

Standing to her feet, she removed the crop top she wore, releasing the gift given to her by whatever woman who birthed the freak. He would have thanked her momma if he knew her.

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Me cause I had that damn song on repeat while writing this 🤭

[whiteboi-inferiority]

To be fair @bangmybully , that whole misunderstanding was your fault.

When you went up to Cindy she naturally just assumed you were another flaming whiteboi faggot stopping by to proclaim her queen.

How was she to know you're a retard with a death wish?

I think you'd better apologise. To Cindy, to Tyrone, and to everyone who had to witness it. And I'd be quick about it too you little punk ass bitch unless you want to be eating your meals through a straw.

[crazyk-imagine]

The Future Mrs

Pairing: Walt Finnegan x Female!reader

Characters: Walt Finnegan, Female!reader, Jake Bradford, Kenny Roper, Dale Douglas, Tyrone Plummber, Janet the bitch, Aunt Theresa (we don't speak of her)

Warnings: Fluff, questionable angst, cursing, moves, the boys are nice, some aren't, cousin eddie to the rescue, finn is a sweetheart, I love writing for the boys, the house parties are too lit, reader can be nice, reader is also lowkey a bitch, not me literally needing to rewrite and post this when I first wrote it, eddie and reader are the best cousins

Word Count: 1,041

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Your cousin pulls his car up beside you and hollers for you. You roll your eyes and walk over towards him. “What do you want now?”

He smiles and leans closer to your nuisance, Finnegan. “Why are you giving your favorite cousin attitude?”

You bend down, leaning against the door. “Because my so-called favorite wants me to do his dirty laundry, quite literally I might add.”

You glance back, noticing the two freshmen and your favorite player on the team, “hey Dave.”

He smirks, knowing you say hi to him to annoy Finnegan. “Hey.”

Roper scoffs, “how dare- okay fine. But I have an offer.”

“Which is?” You ask with a raised brow.

“I’ll take care of the rats in your dorm, if you help me.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“See I told she’d get annoyed and wouldn’t go for it,” Finnegan chimes in.

“Still standing here Finnegan and I can confirm that you’re the annoying one.” You glance over at your cousin, “and you, be ready. I’m not packing your shit again.”

“It was one time.”

“You’re a fucking liar and you know it. This is the third time you've asked me… this week, Rope.”

“Have I told you I’m sorry?” He gives you that one smile he uses on all the girls (it never works on you, no matter how many times he tries).

“Try again next time.”

One of the girls who made high school miserable calls out to you, Roper knows and learned (the hard way) not to interfere anymore.

He lowers his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose and narrows his eyes to her.

You turn, flipping her the bird with a kind smile. “Be ready,” you mutter to him.

“I see you still have that lame car,” she shouts.

You roll your eyes and push yourself off the door, unintentionally giving the blond a good view of your ass. “How about you fuck off Janet? No one cares about your idiotic opinion.”

“It’s idiot, stupid.”

You cross your arms. “Did daddy pay for you to get in here or did you blow the principal... again?”

She screams and turns away.

You chuckle, leaning back down. “You’re dealing with the rats. I’ll pack your shit, deal?”

“Fine.”

“And, little warning,” you look at all the boys in the car, “any of you try to fuck her, make sure your wrapped. God knows what she has. Just no one marry her, that’s all I ask.” You pat the car and walk away.

Your one and only true friend Dee, short for Alexandria, hops on your back.

You grab her thighs keeping her on you. “Why must you do this every time?”

“It’s fun.”

She hops off, “come meet my roommate.”

“I have plans.”

“She’s right next to you.”

You groan, “fine. If I must.”

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Jake leans forward, “that’s your cousin?”

“Yeah,” he turns around giving the two freshmen a hard look. “Neither of you can fuck her. She’s off limits.”

“Yeah,” Dale laughs, “to anyone but Finnegan. If he can even get past her pissy nature.”

Roper rolls his eyes and pulls away, “she’s just- I annoyed her, okay?”

“You barely talked to her, and she was pissed. She’s got one of those, guys are the worst ever mentalities or something.”

“She puts on that personality, so she doesn’t get hurt.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Jake glances at Plummer who shrugs.

“She’ll come to her senses eventually,” Finnegan adds.

“You say that because you want to fuck her.”

The blond smirks, “I mean, yeah, I do. I won’t lie about that man, but I mean, she’ll stop being so defensive around us.”

Roper glances at him from the corner of his eye. “You mean, you hope she’ll stop being so defensive around you.”

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You walk out of the room and head for the roof, sitting beside the window, listening to the music.

“Mind if I keep you company?”

You turn and find Finnegan in the window. “Don’t you have some lonely chick to fuck?”

“Yeah, and she doesn’t want to talk to me. Keep me company?” Finnigan says with that stupid smile on his face.

You purse your lips, giving him an annoyed, fake smile. “Hard pass.”

“Oh, come on. You know you love me… I’ll take care of the rats, if you want?”

You raise your brows. “You willing to take care of the rats in my place just to get in my pants?”

He chuckles. “Babe, I’d train them to do your laundry if it meant I could take you out.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve said that to at least three other girls tonight.”

“Surprisingly you’re the first.”

You shake your head, “go back to the party. This is no place for a popular guy like yourself.”

“And leave you out in the cold on your own, no thanks. Roper would kill me and,” he sets his hand down beside yours, “I don’t want to leave you alone.”

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You groan and cover your eyes, “would you perverts shut up already?”

Roper steps forward, “why are you in his bed?”

“I don’t mom, you tell me.”

“Don’t make me call Aunt Theresa.”

“I dare you,” you open an eye and glare at him.

He breaks, “come on, just- please tell me nothing happened.”

You push yourself up on one elbow and glance at the perky Finnegan. “Nothing happened.”

“Prove it.”

“I’m wearing all my clothes, even my socks,” you pull the sheets down and climb out of bed. “See?”

“He doesn’t have a shirt on.”

“Well, look at that. Neither do you because that’s how you sleep, Rope.”

Dale grabs his buddy and pulls him outside the room. “I’m gonna take him outside to take… this all in.” He stops to give his teammate a high five.

You roll your eyes and search for your shoes.

“Where are you going?” He sits up, eyeing you.

“I’m going back to my dorm so I can make myself look semi presentable to those who weren’t in this room.”

He fakes pouts, “don’t go.”

“I’m going. I need to change.”

He sighs, “if you must.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “don’t be like that, I’ll be back.”

“Promise?”

You roll your eyes, “yes, I promise.” 

[eggnox]

What to read of the Tyrone Files! (and why)

Sunshine - “He leaned down and kissed you. “My name sounds pretty on your lips. Say it again.””

Sunshine is a CLASSIC for me. It’s one of my first reads and is my favorite trope. Shy/Smart girl x Thug. Is this me projecting? Yes 🤨 And what about it? But yes this is an always favorite! Also love the acceptance of the use of the word “bitch”. Cause I hate men calling girls bitches much as anyone else… till we in bed 😪

STAY WITH ME - “He nibbled on your love handles, squeezing your flesh so he could take a big bite. You slapped his shoulder and he laughed. “That shit hurt!” “

I love this fic something AWFUL! I related to readers character a lil TEW much. Plus the energy between the friends to fuckers was delectable. And I am obsessed with love handles mention 😫😫

Break Me - “ “I can’t ruin what never was. I’m a grown ass man. I can handle rejection,” he said. His thumbs rubbed against your nipples and you fought off a shiver. ”

Break Me, Break Me, Break Me. Ain’t nun to say bout this except that it did in fact Break Me 🤷‍♀️

This is one of my favorites because it was so visual! I can’t describe to you what it felt like reading this for the first time! It was so strangely visceral in my imagination. It literally felt like I was watching a movie. And that’s how I see anything I read! But there was just something more when I read this.

IF YOU PLEASE - “Along that thought, he can’t help (an youn stop him) but spread ya cheeks a bit, just ta peek at ya folds, only ta see em all gushy an shit.”

This here a lil Drabble a fellow fan wrote and Ms.Megamindsecretlair added onto. This here Had. Me. Wet. I never considered the power of the message till I read this. Now I need this in my day to day life or I just won’t go on living.

BedRock - “ Tyrone grinned at you, showing off those elongated fangs, as he finally began to take off his pants. Fontaine slipped two fingers into you all the way to the knuckle and you cried out, gripping his fingers. “

(TMI) My nipples were tingling literally just look for a line. And that NEVER happens!! Doesn’t help I’m a *whore for vampires. Let alone TWO! And they both look like John Boyega?? Bitch please.

This is death by Orgasm.

Sit Back and Unwind - “ “You were just gonna sit here like this and not tell me?” He asked, his lips still pressed against yours. “

Now this is another classic, one of the first fics I ever read, and also one of my very visual fics. Like Break Me, it felt like I was really chilling with Tyrone oiling his scalp. I could feel the static in the air just reading it. Defo recommend!!!

Have Mercy - “ “You wanna know what it’s like to be fucked by me, don’t you?” He asked. He kissed up to your ear and laughed. “I know what desire look like. I eat that shit for breakfast,” he said.”

Nvm. THIS is death by orgasm. (Just read the fic) I don’t know what slut requested this (😏) but by God was there a delivery. The light kiss between reader and Tyrone is forever one of the best features of Ms.Megamindsecretlair’s work!!! I get a lil blush in my checks everytime I read it!! Also!! This is one of the fics that shows Tyrone’s rougher side. And that is ALWAYS appreciated.

@megamindsecretlair @chaos-4baby

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Lost & Found - Chapter Four.

Thanks so much for your continued engagement, my lovely, lovely people of the tumblr! :)

Previous chapters - One  Two Three

Words - 3,114

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse in the coming chapters.

They peeled off in a different direction from the four bikes that had led the way through the scrapyard again, the journey through the desolate streets taking only ten minutes. The sun was just beginning to rise when they entered a long road lined with modest bungalow properties, broken down cars and debris littering the driveways of many. The small driveway they pulled into was free of such, but the lawn hugely overgrown, a large tree providing a shaded canopy over the front of the house. 

He noticed her taking in the unkempt grass, feeling a smidgen of shame at the state of it. “Um, don’t judge me too much on my lack of yard work,” he began, tucking his chin a little as he cleared his throat. “Don’t get much time for it.” She was just about to tell him that it was fine, when an opening window and a shout through it from the adjoining property halted her reply. 

“Hey yo! Loud assed, Harley riding fuckboy!” 

Guero rolled his eyes. “’Sup, Tyrone?” 

The thin curtains were haphazardly swatted away, a large man sticking his head up into view from the front room. “Yo’ bitch ass disturbing my sleep is what’s up, homie!”  

He began to chuckle quietly, sighing hard. “Tyrone, you stay awake jerking off to Porn Hub and playing video games until 6am. Ain’t nobody disturbing your sleep.” 

He lifted his chin in defiance, resting the curtains behind his large, bald head. “I couldda bin’ sleeping.” He paused, eyes flitting to Emma. “Morning, boo. What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ with him?”  

She folded her arms, dropping her head as she shuffled her foot over a loose stone on the driveway, Guero fishing for his house keys. “None of your business, bro. Get back to C.O.D.”  

“Blow me!” 

“Not without dinner and a movie,” he muttered.  

“You get pizza and a Prime rental, bougie assed motherfucker!” 

He snorted laughing, opening up his front door, suddenly pausing. “Um, you alright with big dogs? ‘Cuz I got a pitbull in there. He’s friendly as hell, but huge.”  

Emma could hear the clattering of claws and whimpering become audible, a long, high-pitched whine following. “Yeah, all good.” Opening the door, he received the gigantic, brown and white dog leaping into his arms, his tail wagging in frenzy, Guero lifting his chin and scrunching his face as he had doggie kisses rained upon him.  

“How’s my boy, huh? How you doing?” he spoke warmly, eventually putting him down, the dog wiggling his way to Emma, giving her a good sniff. Her hands reached for his huge head, stroking the soft crinkles, his green eyes looking up at her with all the purity dogs reserved for humans who gave them the simple joy of scratches. “His name’s Axl, by the way. Used to belong to my dad.” 

“Used to?” she inquired.  

His eyes saddened, his smile thinning as placing his keys down on the coffee table. “Yeah, he died about a year and a half ago, so I inherited him.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she offered, Guero drawing his shoulders up slightly. 

“Thanks.” He paused, gesturing around. “Sorry it ain’t much. Let me go change my bed linen for you, I’ll take the couch. I’m guessing you might wanna shower, right? Bathroom is through there, there’s a clean towel in the cupboard.” 

She set her backpack down, immediately feel uneasy with him going to the effort, just for her. “You don’t have to go to any trouble.” 

He crinkled his nose, shrugging his kutte off. “Yeah, I do. Had a girl in there last night. I’m not letting a guest sleep in my funky sex sheets. I might not be domesticated much, but I got basic manners.”  

A little tide of panic rose in her. “Oh, I, I didn’t realise you h-had a girlfriend. I can go somewhere, go stay someplace else if it-it's going to upset her?”  

He smiled, shaking his head. “I said a girl, not girlfriend. Haven’t got one of those.”  

That information relieved her, sent a tiny spark flaring in her belly, looking at her feet as they shared a few moments of awkward silence, Guero clearing his throat. “Alright, I’ll go sort that linen.” 

“Okay. I’ll um, be in the bathroom. Oh, I h-hate to ask but c-can I borrow some clothes?” 

“Sure,” he nodded, “I’ll go find some sweats and a t shirt.” He turned, walking around the couch to the door directly behind, opening his bedroom and quickly grabbing the clean grey sweats and a white t shirt. They’d both bury her, but it was the best he could do. He was just thankful he actually had clean clothes for once, although a big enough pile that needed washing had mounted up in the corner of the room.  

He’d meant what he’d said about not being domesticated, even though his rental home did come with a washer dryer within the tiny utility room off the kitchen. His clothes only ever found their way into there when he’d all but run out of clean items. 

He passed them to her through the bathroom door, leaving her in peace, Emma taking a look around. It was decorated nicely, white tiles halfway up the walls and dark ecru painted up to the ceiling, which was also white. It really needed a good clean, though, but she wasn’t about to judge Guero for his lack of housekeeping, simply glad she had a home to be in.  

Drawing the curtain around the bathtub, she switched the shower on, the jet spluttering into life, Emma beginning to strip her dirty, foul-smelling clothes off. God, those were some tolerant guys, not complaining once about how bad she’d stunk while having to share confined space with her in the van. 

Turning to view herself in the mirror, she let out a soft gasp. Was that really her? Turning sideways on, she examined her reflection closer, her appearance a shock. She’d always been slight, but the sight of her ribs jutting out beneath her skin made her feel a little queasy. She estimated a loss of around fifteen pounds, maybe more on her two-protein-bar-a-day diet. 

With her emotions a little stirred, she stepped into the bathtub, the feel of hot water hitting her skin the most sublime sensation after almost a month of being unable to wash. Oh, it was bliss. After shampooing her hair three times, she carefully finger combed all of the knots out, taking the bottle of shower gel and lathering herself down, enjoying the familiar smell. Safe person scent. 

Standing there beneath the water, she felt further cleansed as the minutes ticked by, clean skin and hair restored, but the water sadly couldn’t do anything for the way she felt upon the inside. Choking a sob, she attempted to hold it in, her chest quivering as she began to cry. All the anxiety, the fear, the trauma of her ordeal, the years of fight, flight or freeze, it began to pour out of her in waves now that she was almost two and a half thousand miles away from it.  

Her body was wracked with the force of her sobs, falling to her knees, hugging her arms around her head, the water pelting against her protruding spine as she gasped and choked on her relief. Her past wouldn’t leave her quite as easily as her tears, it would cling to her bones like a residual resin, but for that moment the emotional release was sufficient.  

Pushing up to her feet, she turned the lever to cold, the sudden shock acting as a calming agent upon her, standing for as long as she could manage, turning the faucet off and wringing her hair out. After drying off and rubbing her hair to damp, she hung the towel on the rail before rinsing out her mouth with a cup of mouthwash, exiting the bathroom to find Guero on the couch, Axl snoring on the armchair in the corner.  

He noted that looked a little less haunted as she sat down, curling her knees up to her chest. “Better?”  

“Much, thank you,” she replied, reaching into her backpack for the bottle of cherry Coke. “How long have you lived here for, then?” Her question was coupled with a small nod towards a pile of boxes across the living room, figuring him to have fairly recently moved in. “I take it from the boxes, not too long?” 

He took a moment, the difference in her palpable. Although she still sat curled into herself, there was one notable change, his smile beginning to dimple his cheeks. It made him look even more attractive, but also caused Emma to feel a little self-conscious suddenly. “What?” 

“Nothing,” he sniffed casually, “nothing bad. It’s just that you’ve stopped stammering when you talk. It’s good to see you chill. And I moved in here eleven months ago, back when I transferred from Tuscon.”  

“So that’s where you’re originally from?” 

More words, still no stammers. It was a stark contrast to the quiet girl who had been so frightened still back at the clubhouse, still so blanketed in her trauma. He wagered that if it wasn’t just he and his dog she was in the company of, though, she likely still would be. “Nope, just outside of it. I grew up in a small town called Marana.”  

He only got a few minutes into telling her about his hometown when he looked up and realised she’d fallen asleep. To be expected, after the time she’d had of late. He debated moving her to the bedroom, but didn’t want to potentially scare her, so instead went into his bedroom and took a spare blanket, covering her with it. His couch was comfy as hell, she’d be fine. After a quick shower, he happily flopped down into a fresh bed, not waking until 11am the following morning. 

Checking on his guest, he found her still sleeping, Axl heaving his bulk from the armchair and following him into the kitchen, waiting on his breakfast. A package of raw food was taken from the fridge and emptied into his bowl, a raw egg cracked atop it.  

His dad had insisted on only the best for his beloved canine friend, something Guero followed to the letter after collecting the dog from the clutches of his bitch of a stepmother, who was all for sending him to the pound. He and Ramona did not have the best of relationships; in fact, it would be fair to say he couldn’t stand the woman. Ibarra had deserved way better, if you’d asked him. About the only things she had going for her was a pretty face and nice tits.  

He made himself some toast and coffee, eating in the kitchen while browsing his phone, checking on Emma every so often. He felt in somewhat of a quandary about leaving, not wanting to wake her since she was so exhausted, but uneasy about leaving her alone. Club duties were always null and void the day following a San Diego run, just a couple of guys in on rotation to oversee the legitimate side of life at the yard. Today was not his day in, but he had planned on hitting the gym at some point. Or he could just work out from home. He had a jump rope and kettle bells for a reason.  

While he heaved the large weights outside so he could partake of his fitness under the bright sun, Emma stirred, coming into consciousness slowly, her eyes suddenly widening. Where was she? Tension roared up her spine as she sat up with a start, her eyes wide, still feeling half asleep. Each vertebra then began to slacken as the previous early morning came back to her, breathing a sigh of relief.  

It felt strange not to wake up in total darkness, the three weeks within the container not just damaging to her psyche, but also hampering her circadian rhythms. It was light outside, but she felt as if she should still be sleeping, her tired body heavy, the weight of everything that had led to her ending up on that couch pulling upon her bones. 

She felt out of tempo, there in a brand-new place, free of her normal routines, her daily grind that had not faltered in so many years. What could she do now? Should she thank Guero for his hospitality and move on, should she stay longer? What did he expect, going forward? Speaking of her host, where was he?  

Sitting up a little more, she looked around, her attention suddenly caught by the sight from the kitchen window, of which she could just about see from her spot on the couch through the living room door. She glimpsed at a rope swinging, feeling settled to know he was still close by, wondering if she should go out to him. If she did, would he likely tell her to leave? What if he did, where would she go?  

She’d planned on a cheap motel someplace before figuring out what the hell to do next, sitting there on the couch not knowing truly how to take the first step into this new existence she’d finally managed to secure. With her head buzzing in anxiousness, she settled back down, hugging the blanket around herself. It smelled like him.  

Falling asleep, the next time she woke up it was dark, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, Guero over in the armchair, watching the TV on mute, subtitles flickering across the bottom of the screen.  

“Hey sleepy, ’sup?” His smile was warm, comforting. “Didn’t wanna wake you up, you’ve been out all day.” 

“What time is it?” she muffled, yawning against her arm. 

“Just gone eleven.” 

Her eyes widened at that revelation. “Shit, I’m sorry. I’ve probably been in your way all day. Unless you went out? I woke up earlier and you were in the backyard, though. I haven’t ruined any plans you had, have I?”  

Laughing softly, he shook his head at her flustered words. “Nah, day off. You haven’t gotten in my way either. How’d you feel?” 

“Better,” she admitted, stretching her arms above her head. “But like I really, really need to brush my teeth.” 

He nodded in the direction of the bathroom. “There’s a spare toothbrush in a packet under the sink. Help yourself. You hungry?”  

“Thanks, and yeah, a little bit.”  

“Toast? That’s about all I got in, and even if I did have better stuff, I wouldn’t trust my cooking. I burn water. I’d probably give you food poisoning just from trying to make pasta.” 

She snorted softly, stifling another yawn. “I don’t think that’s possible.” 

“It is with me. Trust my level of disaster in the kitchen, because it’s off the damned scale!”  Getting up, he headed for the kitchen, Emma going to make use of the bathroom, taking a shower while she was there, too.  

“Clean clothes, and toast is done.” He called through the small gap in the door he’d stuck his arm through, putting down another pair of sweats and a vest for her. She called her thanks, getting out and dressing, placing the clothes she’d had on in the very overstuffed laundry hamper in the corner. 

“So, when do you want me out of here?” she asked tentatively as she sat down, picking up the plate of perfectly golden toast. He was perhaps less of a disaster than he made out, she thought, biting into the first slice.  

“There’s no expiration date on it. Until you find your feet, I don’t mind. Kinda like having company, and I think my dog likes you, too. Not just ‘cuz you have toast either.” Nodding down at Axl, Emma followed his line of vision, the dog looking hopeful for a small mouthful of what she was eating.  

He would have added that having a girl so damned pretty in his home was never unwelcome, but he knew she really didn’t need his unsubtle flirting at that moment. This was not an occasion where he’d let his mouth run away with itself. She seemed to settle to the idea that her time there wasn’t limited, both making small talk as she ate, Guero excusing himself to let Axl out when he began to whine.  

When he arrived back, he found her asleep again. It didn’t surprise him. God knows how much proper rest a person got in a shipping container. He pulled the blanket up over her, this thumb skimming her slender shoulder softly, going back to watching TV with the subtitles on.  

While sitting there quietly chastising the choices various serial killers had made in body and evidence disposal, such mistakes inevitably leading to them getting caught (‘should have buried the body deeper!’ ‘Use bleach to clean blood stains!’ ‘Fucking dumbass was asking to get caught!’) he continued to look over at his sleeping guest every so often.  

She was a complete enigma to him, but he felt so compelled to try and help her. Maybe he was a sucker for the whole damsel in distress thing, maybe it was because he felt a swell of pride at being the person who she seemed to be most comfortable with, perhaps a little of both.  

“Just don’t freak the poor chick out by trying to get on top of her.” He muttered to himself, laughing at his own idiocy for even letting it cross his mind. As if she needed that right now. A further half hour and he decided to call it a night, stripping off and crawling into bed. While he slept soundly, the same couldn’t be said for Emma.  

A hand grasped her throat, her windpipe bending with the indentation from a large thumb, a fist meeting her skull.  

“This is not good enough, you hear me? I said do you fucking hear me?”  

The voice was so booming and loud in her brain, it catapulted her from slumber, sitting up with a start, gasping. She then jumped again at the small woof from beside her, turning to see Axl lying on the floor next to the couch, the dog on high alert.  

“Sorry for waking you, handsome boy,” she cooed, her hand finding his head. He rose to his feet, jumping up on the couch to curl against her, licking her cheek before he got comfortable. “Aww, look at you. My protector.” Feeling herself calm, she wrapped an arm around her furry new friend, her hand idly stroking at a swirl on his chest before it stilled, sleep pulling her in once more. 

Thankfully, it was dreamless.  

[crimbabyops]

Unknown Story Idea

Here's a DC story idea I had basically a what if romance story where the government decide to lock up the hero's and villain's and basically left Gotham and Metropolis on there own. I don't have a title for it but do let me know if yall like it and I will post the second half.

Warnings: Cheating, cursing, murder, smut, poly relationship, manipulation, toxic, and I think thats it maybe we will see.

Everyday always started the same, Neighbors arguing over the same thing like a broken record. “WHY IS THAT BITCH IN MY BED TYRONE?!” your neighbor Tyrella says. “YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD ME WE WAS GETTING EVICTED!” the old couple next door says. You never knew their name, not that you didn’t want to, but they were never home, always out on some extravagant cruise. 

Today though something felt different like something new, something out of your broken record life. You were excited for this new change you felt, you just hoped it was a good change. The day was Monday 12:35 pm, you were preparing for another shitty day at the Museum.  Of course it wasn’t a normal museum though, it was the Gotham Museum for the Unnatural and Natural Hero and Villians. 

A showcase to the history of fights, explosion, and our waste of taxes rebuilding a city that’s always breaking and getting robbed. You were around when heroes and villains were loved but then the government decided they were just too expensive to cover for so they made a decision to lock up every hero and villain in Gotham and Metropolis. 

It didn’t change a thing all it did was cause an outrage from people everywhere, riots were constantly happening, murders around every corner and what did the government do. They went after each other, Each one deciding they couldn't do it anymore, leaving everything up to the powerless humans of Gotham and Metropolis. 

We're getting off topic, back to you though, Y/N Y/LN top of your class in the criminal system and psychology. So why are you working at a museum and not in the justice system because right after the government shut down. There wasn't much work for you to do. People used that as an excuse to disband police stations, fire departments, schools, prisons, and etc. 

Except for one place though it wasn’t allowed to close Amanda Waller wouldn’t let it for her reasons being a place to hold her little puppets. She didn’t say that specifically but you could tell that was her reasoning knowing how much she used them especially the Suicide Squad. Her most proud puppets are now sitting in a cell wondering why and for what reason did they trust Amanda. 

You pulled up to work ready for anything it was gonna throw at you except for this. “I’m sorry Y/N we just don’t have enough money to pay you at the current moment.” Your boss says too you with a look of pure fucking lies. You gave him the most straight face ever and said “Cool. When’s my last paycheck?” “That’s it you're not gonna fight for your job or anything?” “Excuse my French but this job only pay my $24 a day. I deal with your scamming ass and these bullshit ass co-workers that’s constantly eating my shit.” you pause looking at Carol currently eating your food right now. 

She slides down her chair eating your homemade spicy chicken ramen. That took you 24 hours to make. “So excuse me if i feel like i have all right to say fuck this job oh and also your wife knows your cheating with greg honey and she also knows your the bottom love we all do.” You leave right after that with a victorious smile on your face. 

Days go by and you're still looking for a job that qualifies with your degree but all you see are low incoming jobs at diners and gas stations. The more you look the more disappointed you are. You give up and just go to bed at that point hoping something pops up. 

Ring ring ring 

Your phone goes off but you're too tired to answer it so you let it ring. It rings a few more times before it stops and goes again. Annoyed by the buzzing on your desk you pick up. “Hi is this Y/N, This Jolene I work for Gothams Mental Hospital of the Criminal Insane and The Society Un-Approved or the G.M.H.C.I.” you cringe at the long name wondering how long it took her to learn that. “Yes Hi, how can I help you at 3 am?”. 

She starts explaining how they saw your resume and if you were available for an interview Wednesday morning around 3:30 pm. You agree and she tells you everything you need before hanging up the call and going to bed getting ready for the interview of the lifetime.

Love, Crim-The-Writer

[madameaug]

A/N: First solo Yoongi fic ^^^^^ (inspo above)

"I swear this is the last time I'm dealing with Ty's ass." Kiki sucked on her strawberry-flavored lollipop. "I'm so sick of these girls running up on me at the salon. Like, I'm tryna be professional and shit."

"I told you to stop messing around with his funky ass."

The two girls were riding around in Kiki's Ford Focus. It was peak summer and the girls had just left the hair salon. Sporting their new micro braids. The sun was getting ready to set from the seven hours they had missed, glamming up their look. They stopped by Ty's place, so Kiki could get her stuff.

"Girl look at this, even got another bitch's car. Thinking I wouldn't be home to see." Entirely determined, Kiki abruptly parked the car, swinging upon her driver's door. Her mini heels stomped up the driveway as she fiddled with her keys at the front door.

For Ty's sake, that car better belong to some distant female relative. Kiki had served time before, allowing for a misdemeanor. But when ticked off, her rationale went out the window.

Ebony flipped up her compact mirror, checking out her makeup. Her eyebrows were thinly arched, lips glossy and purely kissable. All day, she's been getting compliments from neighborhood aunties. Claiming that she looked like the daughter of Nia Long and Megan Good. It would be a lie to say it didn't inflate Ebony's ego.

She was a fine sista, no shame in stating the obvious. Her breasts sat nicely in her tube top, and her pelvic bone was slightly exposed in her waisted jeans. It would be a shame for her not to show the world her beauty. Treasures like that should be shared.

"I'm on your ass now!" Kiki busted open the door, yelling into the home. "Tyrone Curtis Jenkins! Bring your ass down here you cheatin ass nigga! And that tramp!"

Laughing to herself, Ebony knew she was about to have a hilarious story to tell her other girlfriends. Kiki was the crazy hot chick that all the guys loved, that was until they realized how genuinely crazy she is.

"Lil mama."

Ebony didn't hear the voice calling out to her, til he was directly outside her window. Having people walk up on her, when she was alone always made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It didn't help that the man walking up to the car was a man.

"Lil mama. Can I spit at you?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Ebony continued to touch up her edges. If she stayed in this heat for much longer, the grease would trail down her face.

"I've never seen a woman like you before.

"You've never seen a sista before? Feast your eyes upon the one and only." Her hands scaled her body. The cups of her breast almost spilled out of her top. Her cupid's bow was well-defined by the black lip liner. The Jersey accent was strong on Ebony's pronunciation of words.

Confidence was a major turn-on for Yoongi. It meant that you were proud of your authentic self. Yoongi was drawn to the character, in all his past relationships, looks were at the forefront of his decision to talk, date, or even fuck a woman. After being single for over a year, he rearranged his priorities. Luckily the woman before him would check off two boxes simultaneously.

"Can I speak to you properly? Roll your window down, please." Eyeing him, Ebony slowly rolled down the passenger window. She rested her chin on the back of her hand, on the edge of the widow. Her curly hazel looked up at Yoongi. "Speak, papa, say it from your chest."

Ebony loved watching Yoongi fidget under her gaze. It gave her a thrill to flirt with men. It was entertainment for her. A flutter of her eyes and simple eye contact had this man ready to break his tough-guy act. Ebony couldn't help but notice the thick silver Cuban link tucked under his purple hoody.

"You already calling me daddy. I haven't even done anything yet." Yoongi was flushed, pulling at the Cuban link; now it rested on his hoody. He leaned over on the car, his hand a few inches away from her own.

"Cornball."

"But seriously, I just wanted to say how beautiful you are, and I would like to take you out."

"Is that so."

"Only if you allow for it, mama."

Ebony looked the man up and down. Liking what she saw. His cologne was potent yet addictive. A balance of fresh and mint. Ebony wanted to pull the handsome man in for a hug.

"I'll take you up on that offer. Lemme see your hand." Rolling up his sleeve, Yoongi had to bite his lip to hide his excitement. His boys had been talking about Kiki's best friend.

Ebony didn't fuck with scrubs. She had a reputation for dating rich or high-profile men only. Never paying attention to the lowlives that were over-represented in their community. While a lot of these men were friends of Yoongi. He could recognize that he was in a different category than them. Music was his passion, and his hard work was paying off. He had much more wealth to show up, but he was a humble bragger, so he only wore his $70,000 silver Cuban link.

In true Ebony fashion, she wrote the ten digits on the palm of his hand.

"That is only for you. Not any of the homeboys. Got that, papa."

Kiki was storming just as angrily out of the house in perfect timing. Articles of clothing drop out of her hand. Her hips were twitching with each step. Eyes red with fury.

"I'll call you." Yoongi needed no other explanation that now was not the time to keep flirting with Ebony. He's seen that same angry look in Kiki's eyes. She's absolutely insane and didn't want to be a victim to her temper.

"I can't believe him. I really can't believe him." Tears flooded out of the corner of her eyes. She was full-on wailing, hyperventilating, trying to explain what she saw to Ebony.

"Shhh, don't cry babe." Ebony soothed her friend.

"No- I won't let him get me worked up like this. He doesn't deserve these tears. That no good chauvinist."

Hopping right back out of her car. She took off her heel, smashing it into the four-door car in the driveway. Each swing, shards of glass littered the pavement.

"Kiki, what the fuck!" Ty's deep voice rang out as he watched in shock at the destruction unfold. "This bitch is crazy."

"Your mother." She seethed. "Kiss my ass." She flung her shoe at Ty before returning to her car, hauling ass out of Ty's neighborhood.

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 2 Reblog Masterlist

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 2 2023:

 Ride with me (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming❤️

Keeping secrets (Brock Rumlow or Jack Rollins X Reader) by @captain-writing-marvel 💚💙

Bite (Pietro Maximoff X Reader) by @avengersimaginings 💜

Thunder (Ororo Munroe X Reader) by @soft-for-them 💚

Parades (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @justkending 💚

Ice cream (Dottie Underwood X Reader) by @prince-septimus 💚

Baby, it’s cold outside (Stucky X Reader) by @lunarbuck❤️

Michael Morbius headcanons (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @maycat-19-142 💚

Walking the wire (Nomad!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @pedrito-friskito ❤️

Invisible (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @americas-ass-writing 💙

Unnamed (? X Reader) by @spectre-posts 💙

Embarrassing Tyrone (Tandy Bower & Evita Fusilier) by @fangirl-writes 🧡

Dating Dick Grayson (Dick Grayson X Reader) by @lavenderacademia ❤️💚

Bullshit chapter VII (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @bolontiku 💚

Stevie Baby (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @madscape 💚

HYDRA husbands ficlet (HYDRA Husbands) by @winter-angst 💚

I’m your bitch (Carol Danvers X Reader) by @peachyteabuck ❤️

My saviour chapter 32: How did you end up here? (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤 ❤️💚💙

Spare blanket (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckybarnesandmarvel 💚

I put a spell on you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites ❤️

I could never be afraid (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @insomniac-astronomer 💚💙

Dating Storm would involve… (Ororo Munroe X Reader) by @writings-of-a-british-fangirl 💚

Bullshit chapter VIII (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @bolontiku 💚

Belonging (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @jsrblue 🖤 ❤️

Flooded (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @espinosaurusrexex 💚💙

Appreciated (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💚💙

Bullshit chapter IX (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @bolontiku 💚

Off the College (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @coltrainbat 💙

[faghubby]

So much more

"Paul, do you like it?" She asked walking out of the bedroom in new sexy lingerie. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She wore a black set. The panties rode high as the thong drove deep in between her ass cheeks.while the lace bra so delicate allowed him to see her nipples thru it.

"You look amazing" I said. Before I could even move she added

"Good I am sure Tyrone will love it" she told me.

"Right" I mumbled.

"Don't be like that, your mom bought it for me" she laughed. "She is happy I found someone to satisfy me." I knew she was telling the truth. My mom loved me but also knew I was always submissive ever since I was a boy.

"Your mom said she made up your old room for the night so I can have alone time" Kelly told me.

"Kelly can't we" I started.

"I ask for one night alone and what you complain, I mean if you could satisfy at all. I would be happy to" she started bitching at me.

"I am sorry, baby you are right I will go pack a bag" I said interrupting her. She just smiled

"Thank you, sweety. I am sorry I yelled. I just need to get laid. And he is so much more" she said kissing me on the cheek. I packed a bag and went to my mother's

"Paulie, I am so glad Kelly found herself a lover, I get to see you more" she said kissing me hello.

"Mom, do you have to encourage her" I whined.

"Paulie, don't start, I am not surprised your father had a small dick and could never satisfy me either." My mother said as she set dinner on the table. I did miss mom's cooking I thought. As we ate my mom continued.

"So this Tyrone, have you seen his cock?" My mother smiled.

"No, I met him once when we went to that club" I told her."

"Sorry Paulie no more talk of Tyrone, I am just jealous of Kelly is all. It's been a long time since I had a black man"

I hadn't know my father. My mother had dated even married two other men while I grew up. But she had never been faithful to any of them. I had spent my teen years laying in bed listening to my mother moan and scream in pleasure.

"So grandchildren?" my mother asked as if this was a way of changing the subject.

"Mommy" I whined

"She doesn't let you inside her anymore does she?" My mother patted my hand.

"No, she plays with it for me" I told her.

"That's sweet of her, have that special cuddle time" my mother said making me feel better about it.

"Well Kelly can still give me grandchildren" she told me. I was a bit confused

"They will be yours even if you didn't father them" my mother explained. I helped her do the dished.

"Its good to show Kelly how all the other ways you can help her. Like doing the dishes, you know taking on more responsibility around the house." My mother explained " Husband's have more duties then that in the bedroom"

We spent the rest of night watching TV and folding my mother's laundry. She taught me how to fold things correctly. She took great care in showing me how to fold her intimate things. I finally decided to head to bed, my room had not changed since I had moved out. I put on my Pajamas and was in bed when my mother knocked.

"Came to tuck you in" she kissed me on the cheek. " I haven't changed a thing since you moved out" she told me. "That includes" she reached under the corner of the mattress and pulled out an old pair of her panties. I had taken years ago.

"Just in case you want to change" she said dropping them on my chest as she left. Ten minutes later I get a text from Kelly saying goodnight she includes a pic of her on her knees sucking a huge black cock. I can't take it and I reach inside my pj's and play with my 4 inch dick. I tale mom's old panties and rub myself with them. I work myself up even more. I get up and take off my pj's. And slide the panties on.

I lay on bed and rub myself. Until I cum in them. I fall asleep.

In the morning my mother wakes me.

"Come on making pancakes" she says.

"Be right there" I tell her. I rush to the bathroom and strip of the panties tossing them in the hamper. I come out in myPj's. As I eating my mother comes in annoyed.

"You can't just throw panties like these in the hamper. They need to be hand washed" my mother says dropping the panties in my lap.

I am totally embarrassed .

"Come I will show you how" she says pulling me to the laundry room. She shows me how to hand wash delicates. Grabbing one of her bras and stockings as well. She talks about stains. From blood. Even dried cum.

"This is a wonderful way to show Kelly you truly except her having lovers" my mother tells me. After I shower and get dressed heading home. After Kelly texted my mom saying Tyrone had left.

My mother gives me the panties as I am packing. She just puts them in my bag. With a big smile.

"I want to show you something" my mother said. She took me into her room. She pulled out a big black dildo.

"Mom, I dont"

"Just listen, I spoke to Kelly. This is how big Tyrone is. She handed me the toy. I held it in my hand. It seemed inhuman. It was 10 inches long and so thick I could close my hand around it.

"When you see Kelly remember this is what she needs" she kissed my forhead I just stood there and held the toy for a moment. Before I put it away and headed home.

Kelly was still in bed when I got home. I noticed her clothes thrown around the room.i started to pick them up. I found the lingerie she had showed me. I took it and went to hand wash them leaving Kelly in bed.

Kelly comes up behind me as I am cleaning her panties.

"How I am spoiled." Her hand wrapping around me. "Come cuddle with me." I stop and turn to follow her she is naked. As she goes to get in the bed I notice her pussy is red and swollen. She showed me on purpose I realize when she paused so I could see.

I go to get in bed.

"No fair you have clothes on" she pouts I stripped and climb in I smell him, his cologne his sweat. Kelly cuddles against ne her butt against my no hard dick. As she turns on the TV. She just aimlessly flips thru channels finally stopping on an old sitcom.

"Your mother told me everything" she said "would you like to wear my panties whenever I meet with Tyrone" she rubs her ass against my dick. I don't do anything.

"You don't like this position" Kelly says." I understand it's okay I can be the Alpha in this marriage. You would rather fall into another role wouldn't you? She spun around she was behind me now. As she held me she rubbed my nipples.

"I will make the money, support the family, be the male type figure you never had. "You can take care of the house, raise the children"

"You won't have to worry about failing to please me either. My pussy is so sore. Will you kissing for me" she said I moved down and she spread her legs. I kiss her gently. She pulls me back up to the position. And teases me more.

"Tyrone is coming back tonight, so I already talked to your mom she is expecting you for dinner" Kelly had me shower with her. As she got dressed she pulled out a pink baby doll nightie and matching panties. And gave them to me.

"Something to wear to bed tonight" she smiled. I was still rock hard as I stood there naked. Kelly grabbed a tape measure.

"You always say 4 inches" she smiled. "That's what I thought" Kelly giggled. I looked down. "3 and 1/2and less then 3/4 inch thick" she says

"If you can go a whole week without playing with it, I will give you a blowjob, would you like that" she teased. That was 3 months ago, I have yet to go more then three days without coming.

We are going to have a wonderful life together.

[megamindsecretlair]

Stay With Me

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!Shy!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (male and fem receiving), cum play, possession kink, size kink, breeding kink if you squint, all consensual. Praise kink. Use of n-word. Mention of depression. Mentions of negative self-talk.

Summary: You never thought in a million years that Tyrone would look at you with desire in his eyes. Tonight, he does.

Word Count: 5,885k

A/N: I....sort of went overboard with this. I'm going to be soooo groggy in the morning! I hope I did it justice! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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“Man, get the fuck off my porch,” Tyrone spat out and callously slammed the metal door in front of the girl’s face. You almost felt sorry for her. Almost. It was Tyrone. Of course he was gonna act like a dog after he got some play. You weren’t blaming her. But you had to keep your heart out of being with Tyrone. 

The girl continued yelling so he slammed the wooden door in her face as well. It cut out of the long stream of curses and names she was calling him. She called his name and banged on the metal door, the sharp sound hurting your ears. 

You watched Tyrone shake his head and return to the couch next to you. You hid a smile as you looked him over. He wore his usual dickies and black T-shirt and his hair was pulled into smooth cornrows. He blew out a breath and shook his head, settling into the couch and pointedly ignoring the banging on his door.

“Bitch act like she the police,” he muttered. 

You turned your attention back to your phone. The TV played some type of game. You didn’t bother to remember which one. Tyrone endlessly flipped through channels never settling on anything. 

“Go on and say it,” he said. 

You looked at him and smirked. He settled sideways into the couch so that he was partially laying on your legs. You were propped against the arm of the couch, your elbow digging into the rough fabric. 

“I ain’t say nothin’,” you said quietly. Even after all these years knowing Tyrone, you never managed to get over how hot he was. There was a subtle attractiveness about him. His energy or his vibe or just the way he walked and moved. 

“But you want to, so go on,” he said. He turned his attention back to the TV but you saw the way his jaw flexed. He hated unnecessary drama. Well, that’s what he said. And yet, there was always some girl chasing after him because of how he dogged them out. 

The girl at his door finally gave up banging on it. It was clear Tyrone wasn’t going to answer. You couldn’t tell Tyrone shit. Not a damn thing. Once he set his mind to something, there was no moving him. 

For someone that hated drama so much, he was constantly in the middle of it. Whether it was his dealing, his boys, or the skirts he chased. 

“There’s nothing I can say that you ain’t heard before,” you said. You smirked at your phone. Tyrone would have another girl on his porch soon. Upset and angry. Rightfully so. Tyrone never promised tomorrow. Yet without fail, there was someone thinking that they could change him. That was like expecting the sun not to rise. 

“But yo ass gonna sit there smug and shit until you say somethin’,” he said. 

“You make it sound like I nag,” you said and rolled your eyes. 

“Might as well,” he said.

You kicked at his shoulder and he turned and bit your calf. “Ass,” you told him.

“Come on, shit,” he said. 

You rolled your eyes and stared at him. “You need to be more selective with these girls you fuckin’. They stay on your damn porch,” you said. 

“I can’t help it. I see some sexy ass thighs and I wanna get between ‘em,” he said. He looked at you but you knew the comment wasn’t directed at you. You ignored the long standing ache in your chest. It wasn’t his fault that you couldn’t control who you were attracted to.

Look at him! How could anyone not be attracted to him? Tyrone moved through the world like it owed him something. Like it was his God-given right to breathe this air, walk these streets. That type of confidence and self-assuredness was attractive. 

You on the other hand…you knew you were shy and awkward and weird. The adjectives were like scarlet letters painted on your forehead. You had been called all three your whole life. Like they were dirty words equivalent to calling you a slut or a whore. 

There was nothing wrong with those things. But if you heard it enough, it tended to take on a new meaning. One that you couldn’t leave behind. The scarlet letters proclaimed your identity before you had a chance to introduce yourself to someone. One look at you and people sized you up. Whittled away any chance of proving them wrong. Add in your resting bitch face and you turned people away without trying.

No kidding, today, you overheard someone say, “nah, she look mean” when they were looking for a place to sit. Was it a crime to not smile all the damn time? No one told men to smile that often. As if you were supposed to deal with bullshit day in and day out with a goofy ass smile on your face. 

Tyrone waved his hand in front of your face. “You stay spacin’ the fuck out,” he said.  

“I heard you, I was just thinkin’. You can help it. You just don’t want to,” you said. You went back to scrolling through your phone. 

“What’s wrong with liking sex?” 

You shrugged. “Nothin’. You could use some discretion though. How you know these people are clean?” 

You shivered. The last thing you wanted was a sexually transmitted disease. The thought of it was embarrassing enough. You couldn’t imagine looking a doctor in the eye and explaining what happened. 

“I wrap my shit. Plus, I don’t fuck every bitch I meet,” he said. 

You laughed so hard that you threw your head back on the couch. Your sides hurt as you laughed. 

“It ain’t that fuckin’ funny,” he mumbled, sucking his teeth. That only made you laugh harder. If there was one thing you could say to describe Tyrone, it was that he was a whore. An entire whore. 

Whenever you hung out, he and the boys would see a fine girl walking by and crane their necks looking at her ass. You were relegated to “one of the boys”. They knew full well that you were a girl and were capable of being fine too. But no one took the time to warm up to you. No one desired you that way. You didn’t turn heads. You made people laugh until they realized you were worth looking into.

It wasn’t a dig at yourself. You just knew your role in life. You were like the song on the playlist that someone added and forgot about. Until you came up on shuffle and the listener realized that you were actually fire. 

You sobered up with a deep sigh. Giggles still escaped you but Tyrone was not having it. He stared you down as if you kicked his puppy. “I’m just sayin’. You got a rep,” you said.

“A rep for layin’ pipe,” he said with a cocky grin. You rolled your eyes. Why did you bother with him in the first place? 

“Sex should mean something, Tyrone,” you said.

He sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. “That’s ‘cause you ain’t had no good dick,” he said.

A strangled noise escaped you before you kicked at his shoulder. He moved out of the way. You did manage to kick him a little. He chuckled and held onto your foot to prevent you from kicking him more.

“I’ve had good dick, thank you very much!” You said. 

“Bullshit. You’d still be fuckin’ if you had good dick,” he said.

“That’s not true. If you layin’ good pipe like you say, you fuck anything that moves. I’m just not into sharing like that. I ain’t trynna have my vag on fire,” you huffed and concentrated on your phone.

Usually, you and Tyrone had an unspoken rule. He and the crew talked about their escapades all they wanted and you pretended to be grossed out and uninterested. You never mentioned your stories. There wasn’t much to tell. And they knew it. But they never made fun of you for it. Worse. They thought it was adorable. 

Because yeah, the one thing you wanted to be was adorable. Just once, you’d like to be sought after. To have someone hot and sexy in your DMs begging to get in between your legs. 

People thought overweight girls were supposed to be happy with the ashy niggas. The dorks who couldn’t hold a conversation. The ugly muthafuckas with an uglier personality who thought you should suck they dick because they held the door open once. 

“A’ight, who you fuck that had good dick?” Tyrone asked.

“I’m not telling you!” The tips of your ears burned as you tore your gaze away from him. For fuck’s sake, you’ve told worse things to your girls. You and your girls got graphic. Recounting sexual encounters and rating them amongst the others. Your girls had more stories than you, naturally. Damn. You really ought to stop putting yourself down. 

Tyrone chuckled. “‘Cause you ain’t had no good dick, that’s why,” he said. He shook his head and went back to flipping channels. 

Dismissed. Just like that. Your ears burned for different reasons. “I ain’t gotta prove shit to you, Tyrone. Worry about yourself and your diseased dick,” you said. 

“Nothin’ diseased about my shit. Wanna see?” Tyrone went to the fly of his pants and your eyes widened. 

“Something is seriously wrong with you,” you said. Just like that, you were laughing again. Tyrone was the only person who yanked your emotions around. You shouldn’t let him get to you. But he claimed to do it so that you would loosen up. 

“I’m not a robot,” you had told him one day.

“I know. But you cool as shit and you won’t let anybody see it,” he had said back. That shut you up for about a week. Tyrone had to track you down and drag you out of the house, thinking you were in a depressive mood. You didn’t have the confidence to tell him that what he said shifted your axis. 

You thought he only saw you like an annoying sister he had to drag everywhere. You practically grew up together. Your houses were right across the street from each other. If he was outside, you were outside with him. So to hear him give you a compliment touched parts of you that you learned to bury. 

You blinked and turned to Tyrone who was leaning over you, his face closer to you than it’s ever been. Even when he had chased you when you were twelve and you both got tangled in the water hose and fell on top of each other.

“I can help you with that, you know,” he said. 

“With what?” Your voice was quiet. 

He slowly licked his lips as his eyes trailed down. “Gettin’ you some good dick,” he said. 

You chuckled. “How you gonna do that? Gonna put an ad out for the big chick needin’ dick?” 

“Why you do that?” He asked.

“Do what?” You were starting to get an attitude. Whatever game he was playin’, you wanted no parts of it. This was a cruel joke, even for him. And he never let you live down your prom. Not because of how you look, but because of how your date looked. He still brought it up.  

“You stay puttin’ yourself down. Like you gotta do it first or somethin’.” 

You gaped at him. “I-” You didn’t have anything to say to that. It was instinct to call out the elephant in the room. If not, someone else did it and was way meaner. You weren’t going to let anyone make you feel bad about yourself. But your self-deprecating humor was hurting you more. Perhaps you wanted someone to correct you, just once. To say, “fuck that, you sexy as hell”. It was a stupid wish. 

“I’m just sayin’. I can help you out with it,” he said.

“You want to fuck me,” you said. You tried to hold in your laugh. You tried to take him seriously, but you felt a slow grin cross your face. He didn’t smile back. Instead, his eyes narrowed and he looked at your lips. 

“Damn right. Been trynna fuck you for a while,” he said.

Your jaw dropped. Where the hell was this coming from? You sat up straight but he was still near you. He was close enough that you smelled his spicy scent and could see the dark pools of brown in his eyes. Only a few inches separated your lips from his big, juicy ones.

“What?” 

He grinned. The cocky muthafucka. “Ain’t you noticed it’s just been us hanging around lately?” 

No. It wasn’t until he said it that you realized. The boys had been noticeably absent. Instead of hanging with them while they roamed the streets or sat outside Tyrone’s porch, it had been just you and Tyrone. Watching TV, playing games, or taking drives up the 405 when the traffic died down. You were just happy to spend time with him. Any way you could get him. 

You thought it was awesome that his crew didn’t want to hang lately. You got to be selfish and have Tyrone’s attention. That was him…flirting? 

“Oh,” you said. 

He laughed and shook his head. “I figured yo ass didn’t know,” he said. 

He stood up, giving you enough time to breathe and deal with this turn of events. You ran through every interaction, wondering how you could be so blind. 

“Nuh uh. Don’t disappear on me,” he said. He pulled you up off of the couch and took your phone. He tossed it on the couch and led you down the short hallway to his room. You had been there plenty of times. You had cracked jokes with the rest of his friends that it was radioactive with how much sex he was having. He’d wave you away, saying it wasn’t like that. 

You expected it to be gross. But it was refreshingly clean. He still had shit everywhere, though. Stray clothes piled on his desk chair, clothes spilling out of the closet. He had a wall of shoes stretching towards the ceiling. What was it with guys and shoes? 

He closed the door after leading you into the room. You stood there, awkwardly. You weren’t sure what to do. You hadn’t had enough time to freak out about this new development. 

He chuckled at your awkwardness and grabbed your hand again, pushing you onto the bed. “What you say? You wanna see what we can get into?” He asked. 

You looked at him. He wasn’t pushing you. You could’ve pulled your hand away in the living room and told him that he was crazy. “You wanna fuck me,” you said. You still couldn’t believe him. You pictured this so many times in your head. But now that it was offered to you on a silver platter, you felt like a virgin all over again. 

You were aware of everything. Every sigh that left his lips. The subtle drape of his shirt on your bare arm. The heat leaping off of him. 

“I wanna fuck you,” he said. 

“Why?” You asked. You swear, you weren’t trying to be this dense. It just didn’t make sense to you. 

“Why not? You’re fine as hell. And funny. You cool as shit,” he said. 

You bit your lip as you went through all the women he had been with. He didn’t really have a type. Petite and cute was a common theme. Petite as in being short as hell. You supposed he never really been with a super skinny chick. 

Tyrone was a big boy. He had some meat on them bones and it showed every time he moved. He was a solid dude. He’d probably break someone that was skinny. 

The wet heat of his lips pressed against yours and you gasped. Tyrone pulled back and grinned. “Stay with me. C’mon, give me a chance,” he said. 

You grinned and leaned forward, kissing him for real this time. Tyrone pushed his tongue in, rolling it against yours. You felt it down to your core. You moaned softly. 

“Take these off for me,” he said. He tugged on your shirt and played with the hem of your shorts. 

You stood up and pulled off your shirt. Then you unzipped your shorts and shucked them off. You stood there in your bra and panties, feeling both turned on and incredibly shy. You crossed your arms but he shook his head. He peeled your arms away from your chest and he looked his fill.

You were too nervous to look him in the eye. To look at his face. Goddamn it. You didn’t hate the way you looked. But you couldn’t get over your insecurities. “Can we turn off the light…?” 

“Fuck no!” He scooted closer to the edge of the bed and grabbed your hips. He pulled you closer to stand between his legs. He rubbed your sides, your ass, and your thighs. He kissed your belly and you gasped. 

He looked up at you. He licked your stretch marks. You placed your hands on his shoulders to keep your legs from folding. How long has it been since you had sex? A while. And that had been a desperate attempt at latching onto the first halfway decent guy to look your way. 

He nibbled on your love handles, squeezing your flesh so he could take a big bite. You slapped his shoulder and he laughed. “That shit hurt!” 

“Good,” he said. He looked at you, daring you to do something about it. Again, insecurities robbed you of any idea of what to do next. You wanted to be sexy and take the lead. You wanted to entice him. Instead, you stood there while he kneaded the back of your thighs. 

“Hey, relax. Stay with me,” he said. 

He prompted you to climb into his lap. You placed your knees on the side of him and rested on his lap. His thick cock pushed against his shorts and you gasped as you got your first feel of it.

Okay, you sort of got why these girls would bang on his door like that. He ran his hands up and down your back as he kissed you slowly. He played with your lips. First he’d kiss you. Then he’d pull back and lick your lips. Then, he’d run his tongue across your teeth and you shuddered. 

He was content to do just that. Until you were squirming in his lap, trying to get some friction. He ran his hands across your back, fiddling with your bra until he unclipped it. He drew the cups down until it hung on your arms. You moved your hands from around his neck, but he shook his head.

“Put that shit back and hol’ on,” he said. You smiled and put it back on his shoulders. He kept his eyes on you as he put his head down and licked the top of your breast. You stuttered with a sigh. 

He moaned as he latched on to your nipple and started to suck. “Oh shit,” you said. You leaned up, you weren’t expecting him to suck that hard. In fact, you hadn’t known your nipples were that sensitive. Guys mostly ignored them, too busy trying to fuck. 

But Tyrone worshiped your titties. He went from one to the other, sucking and nibbling on your nipples. He sucked and yanked on one and it was like he yanked on your clit. Your wetness was pooling in your panties and you wiggled. If you were bare, his shorts would be ruined. You hissed as he yanked harder. 

“Fuck!” You said and tapped his shoulder. He let go with a wet pop and your nipple stayed beaded and swollen. He did the same thing to your other titty. “You do this shit to other bitches?” 

“Fuck no. You ain’t no bitch to me,” he said. He laved at your titty, encircling it with his tongue before he flicked it. You made all kinds of sounds as your eyes rolled back a bit. His hands gripped your ass and slid you higher on his lap.

Surely, he had to be hurting. His crotch was bulging and thick. It couldn’t have been comfortable for him. 

His words finally registered and you melted into him, pushing your chest into his face. He grinned. “Yeah, that’s right. Give me that shit,” he said. He reverently licked and sucked on your titties until your panties were truly damp. You didn’t have time to overthink. There was nothing but his heavenly mouth on your breasts.

A strangled sigh left you. You were grinding down on his dick. You almost had him in the perfect spot to rub against your clit. 

Abruptly, he stood up with you in his arms. You panicked. All the tension returned as you left the ground. You clung to him and he chuckled. “I got you,” he said. He kissed your cheek and the corner of your mouth until you focused on him instead of how much it would suck to crash to the ground. Carpet or not, the shit would hurt.

He laid you down on the bed and removed his shirt and pants. He rubbed himself over his briefs but he leaned down and took off your bra completely. He kissed your neck, licked your collarbone, and continued down. His hands peeled your legs apart and you moaned at the force he used.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmured into your skin. “You wet for me?” 

He didn’t wait for you to answer. His fingers traced your pussy through your panties and he groaned in satisfaction feeling the wet spot there. You gyrated on his hand while he kissed his way back up to your face. 

He pressed his thumb in, pushing your panties into your clit and he rubbed harder. “Oh shit,” you moaned. He swallowed your moans. He kissed you and continued to play with you over your panties until you were panting and shaking. 

He kissed down to your ear and bit at your earlobe. “Let that shit go,” he said.

You whimpered before your knees slapped together and you came with his hand still on you. “You so pretty when you cum,” he whispered in your ear. 

He stood up with a satisfied smirk as he watched the last dregs of your orgasm leave you. He removed your sopping wet panties and kissed your knees when he finally got them off. He rubbed and caressed your thighs until you were relaxing against him once more. 

He opened your legs and stared at your pussy. “Fuck. So fuckin’ pretty. You ain’t had nobody work yo shit, huh?”

You shook your head but realized he may not have seen it. “No,” you admitted. No one had done half the things that Tyrone just did. He made you cum without really touching you. You weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or impressed. It should not be that easy to get you off. It usually took you a long while. So much so, that you gave up foreplay with men. 

Tyrone stuck his nose against your clit and inhaled. You yelped and jerked up the bed. He bit your thigh and his arms hooked under your legs. He pulled you back down and placed his nose against you, sniffing you. He rubbed his nose in your wetness and you choked on a half laugh, half moan. 

“Goddamn,” he moaned. His tongue darted out to get a taste and he moaned again. “Taste fuckin’ good too. Matter of fact, I’m mad at you now,” he said.

You leaned up on your elbows and looked at him. He was a damn good sight to behold. His head was still dipped between your thick thighs and the look on his face…you wished you could take a picture. He looked hungry. His eyes were wide and he kept licking his lips as if you were still on his tongue. 

“What you mad at me for?” You asked.

“Keeping this fuckin’ pussy from me,” he said. You choked on a laugh. He dipped down and ran his tongue from your pussy to your clit. Your hips bucked and he held you down with his arms. 

He held you in place as he continued to lick you like ice cream. He was slow and methodical, letting you feel his tongue as it swirled around your wetness. Your pussy pulsed in time with his licks and you squirmed on the bed. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. You were near crying. He teased you without mercy. He brought you to the brink of cumming over and over, only to retreat and play with something else until your ass was back on the bed. 

A giant wet spot spread under your ass as you gushed arousal. He placed open mouth kisses on your clit, dragging his lips through either side of it. “Fuck, please. Please Tyrone,” you murmured.

“Please what?” He asked and lazily circled your clit again. 

You bit your lip. You didn’t know what you were begging for. Begging to cum? Begging for him to do something else? Begging just to beg? 

“Let me hear what you want from me.” He nosed through your slick and you bucked. “Let me hear that sexy, squeaky ass voice,” he said.

You laughed. It was more like a few puffs of air. Sweat gathered everywhere. You should feel gross. Instead, you finally felt…desired. He wasn’t down there, eating you out as a prerequisite for having sex. He was down there because he wanted to be. 

He suckled sharply on your clit and you hissed. “I ain’t gonna keep tellin’ yo ass to stay with me. Get out of your head for once,” he said. 

You grinned at him. “Yes, sir.” 

He moaned and licked at your clit. “Say that shit again, I like that,” he said. 

“Yes, sir,” you said. 

He grinned around your pussy. Your slick dripped down his chin. His entire face was wet with your juices and it only turned you on. He moaned as he felt your pussy clench. He was bringing you to the edge again. You couldn’t stand it.

Your body was overheated. Your hands clutched at his sheets desperately. You licked your lips. “Please…I need to cum,” you said. 

“You think you deserve to cum?” He asked. “Ain’t I already give you one?” He continued to lap at your slick and you twitched and jerked with the painful need to cum. Your belly was too tight. 

“Please, please, please,” you said. You threw your head back and forth. You needed something, soon. If you were denied one more time…

“Please, Tyrone. Don’t…I need to cum, please,” you babbled. You were saying anything at this point. You may have offered him your first born or a lifetime of blow jobs. You weren’t sure. But his deep, rumbling laugh skated over your sensitive skin. He rarely laughed. Each time he did, you cataloged it for later. When you were indulging in a delusion that involved him and this exact scenario. 

“Since you asked so nicely,” he said. If you thought he was serious before, it was nothing compared to how he attacked your clit. Like a starving man who’d just been offered a king’s feast. He flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue. Playing with the swollen nub until you were stuttering and hollering.

Tears of relief finally leaked out as you came with a high wail. You felt like you were inside out and upside down. You entered a sixth dimension somewhere. There was only pleasure. Unwavering, unbridled pleasure that swept over you in waves higher than the ocean. You were lost and unmoored. Head empty. 

You panted as you drifted back into your body. Somewhere between all of that, Tyrone had cleaned off his face and his briefs were gone. He looked down at you and stroked himself as he watched you. 

You struggled to your elbows as cold air hit the giant wet spot beneath you. It was lurid, the way you sat in a puddle like that. A puddle of your own making. You didn’t know you were capable of being that wet. 

You wiped sweat from your skin. You needed what he held in his hands. You sat up, your eyes focused on his dick. You wanted to return the favor. You wanted to suck him off. To bring him to the brink of oblivion like he just did for you. 

He chuckled as you reached for him. He stood close and you took him into your mouth. “Fuck,” he said. He threw his head back and jerked his hips forward. 

You went to work, bobbing up and down on his dick. He barely fit. You sucked and slobbered all over him, sucking him in as far as he could go. You used your hands to get to the rest of him, twisting your hands and letting your slobber drip down his dick to make your hands glide better.

“Goddamn, suck that shit. Show me you want this dick,” he encouraged. Sighs and moans escaped his mouth as you pleased him. He encouraged you to go faster and faster until his hips were jerking. He grabbed your head and slammed you further onto his dick. He fucked your face until you were gagging on him. The sound only spurned him on, to keep going and fucking your mouth. 

“Better swallow this shit,” he said. He let loose, cumming with a loud groan. You lied earlier. You wanted to take a picture of him like this. With his eyes closed and his jaw slack. His face scrunched between pleasure and pain. 

His hot load squirted down your throat. You gulped the salty taste of him down. Every last drop. He cursed as he emptied the last of it. He slipped out of your mouth and ran his fingers down your lips. You licked your lips and suckled his thumb into your mouth. 

He gripped your chin and moved your head from side to side. You blinked slowly at him. “You been hidin’ this mouth from me too,” he said. You shook your head with his thumb in your mouth. 

“That’s a’ight. I’ma fuck that shit again. Lay back on the bed,” he said. 

All hints of shyness were gone. You let go of his thumb with a wet pop and scooted further up the bed. This was Tyrone. Your best friend. There was nothing to be shy about. He loved your body. Truly loved it. And by extension, you learned to love it through his eyes. 

He followed you onto the bed, his knees sliding between your legs and pushing until you were completely spread before him. He placed his hands on either side of you, the bed dipping under his strength. 

He leaned on one hand and lined himself up. There was something in the back of your mind, but you couldn’t think what it was. The thought eluded you as he slowly worked his way in. 

His eyes closed and his mouth twisted as he moaned on his way in. He stretched you out, impossibly big. You tensed a bit. You weren’t used to someone quite this big. He noticed and started to kiss you.

He still faintly smelled like you. It was so hot, tasting yourself on his lips that you moaned and clenched around his dick. He groaned and pushed in more as you relaxed. The hand that was around his dick started to rub on your clit and you whimpered and cried. 

You were still so overwhelmed by your last orgasm that you twitched every time he rubbed your clit. 

“Look at you. Can’t even say shit, can you?” He asked. 

You shook your head. “Feels too good. Too fuckin’ good,” you said. 

“Yeah? It’s too much for you?” He pushed in further and your jaw dropped on a soundless scream. 

“Goddamn it, Tyrone!” You slapped at his chest but that only made him chuckle. He grabbed the hand you slapped him with and held it to the bed. He trapped your hand there as he really started to move.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” you groaned. Your other hand pushed at him. Your nails dug into his chest leaving half moon imprints on his pec. 

He increased his pace as he dropped all of his weight on you. His strokes were deeper until you were sure that the tip of his dick was hitting your cervix. “Oh shit, oh fuck,” you said.

“Yeah, talkin’ all that shit. This is what good dick feel like,” he said in your ear. He leaned up, pushing your legs to the bed so that you were neatly folded in half. At this new angle, it was like he unlocked a deeper level inside of you. You felt every inch of his dick. 

“No…condom…” you breathed out. 

“Shit,” he said. His eyes widened but he didn’t stop. “Feel too fuckin’ good to stop. Pussy so fuckin’ tight and wet for me,” he continued. 

You clenched around him. On every stroke, he wrangled more and more incoherent sounds from you. You didn’t know what the hell you were on about. You wanted to be mad that he was hittin’ it raw. But he felt too fucking good. Too fucking right. He belonged there in between your legs. It was a silly idea, but it was true. He was made for you. You had no claim to him. You didn’t know what any of this meant, if it even meant anything. 

So you held on. You scratched at his back wanting to leave some kind of memory behind. Some kind of mark to show that you were there. That you meant something to him. 

“You take me so fuckin’ well. Shit. Good fuckin’ girl,” he said. 

You whined. It was the words you needed. You exploded into a million shards of star dust beneath him. Light blinded you as your orgasm whipped through you once more. Your legs squeezed him and he came with you. He grunted and painted your insides with his cum. He kept stroking as if he was trying to fuck his cum in deeper. Wanting to claim you the same way you wanted to with your nails. 

He dropped onto you, one big sweaty mess. You clung to him, not ready for him to leave just yet. You were still settling down and it felt like you were still fractured. Holding on to him was holding your body together at the moment. 

Slowly, you opened your eyes and he lifted his head. He kissed you once and then twice, lingering. He leaned back and grinned while he panted. Completely spent. 

He caressed your check. It was an unexpected show of gentleness that you didn’t think he was capable of. Don’t get it twisted. Tyrone was dangerous. But in the moment, he was just your best friend. 

He looked at you as if really seeing you for the first time ever. “Stay with me,” he said. 

You grinned and nodded. Yeah, you’ll stay with him. 

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Okay okay okay. These are good, some of these are personal favorites, but here are a few songs that I think are pop culturally relevant (in no particular order):

Hypnotize - The Notorious B.I.G.

Mo Money Mo Problems - The Notorious B.I.G., Mase, P. Diddy (fuck that guy)

Gin and Juice (already on the list) - Snoop Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz

Drop It Like It's Hot - Snoop Dogg, Pharrell

Bandz a Make Her Dance - Juicy J, Lil Wayne, 2 Chainz

Pull Over - Trina

Anaconda - Nicki Minaj

In da Club - 50 Cent

Crank That (Soulja Boy) - Soulja Boy Tell 'Em

Bugatti - Ace Hood, Future, Rick Ross

Move Bitch - Ludacris, Mystikal, I-20

Big Momma Thang - Lil Kim

How Many Licks? - Lil Kim, Sisqo

Magic Stick - Lil Kim, 50 Cent

My Name Is - Eminem

The Real Slim Shady - Eminem

Get Money - Junior M.A.F.I.A., The Notorious B.I.G.

Shake Ya Ass - Mystikal, Pharrell

Mr. Tung Twista - Twista, Tyrone Chilifoot

1st of tha Month - Bone Thugs-n-Harmony

Party Up (Up in Here) - DMX

X Gon' Give It to Ya - DMX

O.P.P. - Naughty by Nature

Hip Hop Hooray - Naughty by Nature

Make 'Em Say Uhh! - Master P, Fiend, Silkk The Shocker, Mia X, Mystikal

Check Yo Self - Ice Cube, Das EFX

Hot Boyz - Missy Elliott, Lil' Mo

Work It - Missy Elliott

Right Thurr - Chingy

Holidae In - Chingy, Ludacris, Snoop Dogg

Back That Azz Up - Juvenile, Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne

Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) - Jay-Z

Can I Get A... - Jay-Z, Ja Rule, Amil

Izzo (H.O.V.A.) - Jay-Z

99 Problems - Jay-Z

Low - Flo Rida, T-Pain

Dance (A$$) - Big Sean

Get Low - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz, Ying Yang Twins

Whistle While You Twurk - Ying Yang Twins

Wait (The Whisper Song) - Ying Yang Twins

Gold Digger - Kanye West, Jamie Foxx

Stronger - Kanye West

Freaky Gurl - Gucci Mane

Baby Got Back - Sir Mix-a-Lot

Racks - YC, Future

Push It - Salt-N-Pepa

Shoop - Salt-N-Pepa

Thrift Shop - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, Wanz

As someone who grew up living under a rock in the early 2000s and was completely lost on what hip-hop and rap was good until earlier this year I would absolutely support a crash course playlist

Best listened to on shuffle. Very NSFW, including some lyrics from A Different Time. Tried to focus on the essentials and then a few noteworthy personal favorites. Look below the cut for some commentary on what’s what ⬇️

*this playlist is subject to change, and since it’s original posting has already been edited to add Beastie Boys, Salt N Pepa, and MF DOOM

[whiteboi-inferiority]

Your bully said he wouldn't beat your ass everyday you watched him have your long term, unrequited crush.

The first time you explained the deal to Emily, she flat out refused. A real friend wouldn't ask that of someone! But you wheedled and whined, and you begged and you pleaded, further emasculating yourself until she eventually relented. That was the day she stopped looking up to you.

The first day Tyrone sat her on his knee and was dominant and manly while you fawned at his feet and fetched drinks like a little bitch, she started looking down on you. When he told her how long you'd had a crush on her but were too much of a wimp to shoot your shot, she laughed.

A few months on, she doesn't even notice you there masturbating, watching them together, tears in your eyes. I meam she doesn't even see you, champ. @bangmybully

[theuniverseawakens347]

I type fast and don’t care to edit Lee - STOP TRYING TO PLAY THAT OFF AS A MENTAL ILLNESS THRU SOMEONE ELSE POSING AS ME EDITING MY POST TO TIMOTHY PELKYO YPU STUPID FUCKING BITCH

- YOU CLEARLY GUILTY OF MURDER AND THEN SOME!! ASS WIPE SINCE MEETING N FUCKING N KILLING ANDY WARHOL .. DAE YO DADDY SAYS LEE .. CPN MILITARY FRAUD

Tyrone mills to my sisters Shanyce but Robert to Roisin for Briana house and there’s they sold for Texas. - AGAIN BULLSHIT ROISON LEE HIPPIE FROM CLEAR WARHOL SLUTS AND NICKI MUHAMMAD UNTIES CARE $$ HEIST PROSTITUTION- SET IT OFF MOVIE

[sleepy-cat-maniac]

^^ ( Besed on a true story in school)

FIRST ONE THERE GETS THE MOST P#SSY

AND LAST ONE THERE IS A BOTTOM FEEDER!

*Everyone Running*

Seeing that cringy ah kid they dont like is infront of them almost there

No...

they call out the trump card

"First when there gets 20 bucks!"

The fastest kid here that normally does no effort

"Tsk bitch ass thought im going to lack, when that abomination is in first place. Plus for the money"

*Runs at top speed passing everyone*

*1 millisecond before the fastest kid wins*

"First one there dates tyrone!!!!!"

Tyrone-

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Did him dirty