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Just One Taste

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

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH! PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, Dom fem, all consensual. Heavy use of n-word. Disrespectful Tyrone. Drug use. Tyrone POV. Mild Sub Tyrone.

Summary: Tyrone gets lost in a deserted town with his friends. The only place open is the library. They head inside and receive quite the surprise.

Word Count: 5,642k

A/N: Trying something new! Happy spooky Halloweek. I hope this fit the bill. It was majorly fun to shake it up a bit, do something a little new I hope! Listen, I need to go lay down myself!! Because sweet lawdt! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! I blocked over a hundred people today for no ages!

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“Man, pull the fuck over,” Tyrone snapped. The car pulled over to the closest sidewalk and his friend put it in park. 

Tyrone climbed out of the car. The first thing he noticed was the chill. Burrowing cold whipped against his skin and he fought off a shiver. He sparked up, inhaling the weed and exhaling the stressful drive.

“Told ya’ll niggas which way to go and now we lost,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He was pissed. They were supposed to mob up in Vegas for the weekend, get out of the city and into something a little strange for the upcoming Halloween weekend.

But you can’t trust non-reading ass niggas. Tyrone knew it and, yet, he let them drive because he wasn’t feeling it today. He searched the area around him, noting the darkened buildings and dim streetlights. There was an eerie lack of cars around.

“Where the fuck did you take us to?” Tyrone leaned down into the open passenger side. His friend, Paul, was on his phone finagling with the GPS. 

“Ion know, nigga! I was on the 15!” 

Their other friend, Mike, who sat in the back seat slapped the back of Paul’s head. “You got us lost mu’fucka!” 

The two men got into a playful slapping match, calling each other names and cursing at each other. Tyrone stood up straight and took a hit. He rolled his shoulders and looked up into the darkened sky. He thought there were supposed to be stars and shit out here in the desert, without pollution from the light.

He scanned the area once more. It looked like some Scooby-Doo shit. There appeared to be a main street with a hardware store, general store, local restaurant, and a souvenir shop. There were buildings further beyond that, but the cruel California/Nevada night gave no indication of life.

The air felt empty yet tangible. Like there was an invisible screen just in front of his face. “Corny ass, niggas,” Tyrone muttered and took off down the street. Maybe if he found someone’s house, he could knock and get some help. He only hoped this wasn’t one of them racist in-between towns that’d shoot him on sight.

It’d be just his mu’fuckin’ luck to get shot in the boonies on his way to Vegas. Instead of getting shot back in LA. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?

Car doors slammed behind Tyrone and his friends called after him. “Aye, where you goin’?” 

“To mind my business, nigga,” Tyrone bit out. He wanted some sleep. He was so fuckin’ tired and the weed wasn’t hitting like usual. 

The streetlights overhead were spaced out so far apart that he was entrenched in shadow every time he made it past a beam of light. He sighed as he walked, wondering what the hell they were supposed to do with no service in a town like this. If they slept in the car, would they wake up to some old white mu’fucka with a shot gun?

Hell, maybe he watched too much TV. 

“Aye, what’s that?” Mike pointed a meaty finger towards the distance. At the end of the block, the streets rounded off. There was a tall, brick building on the corner with a lonely light over the doorstep. They were too far away to read the sign overhead. 

“Hopefully someone who can help ya’ll dumbasses,” Tyrone said. He passed the blunt to Paul and took off down the street, wishing he had a jacket.

This was the type of cold that sunk down into the bones as soon as you acknowledged it. And it was hard to shake. 

Tyrone made a beeline for that lonely beacon of hope, praying for someone to be inside and willing to help. Mike lumbered after him while Paul kept time with Tyrone’s quick strides. No one spoke. 

As they got closer, Tyrone noticed the sign. It was a library. 

“What’s a library doing open so late?” Paul asked. 

“Let’s just hope it’s warm. And they got food or somethin’. I’m hungry,” Mike complained.

“Yo fatass always hungry. I’m surprised you weren’t munchin’ on the car seat,” Paul said and snickered. He put out the blunt on the side of the building.

Tyrone cracked a smile. Mike pushed Paul who went jumping a few feet sideways. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? Damn.” Tyrone huffed and pushed into the library.

Inside, there was ambient lighting and no one at the front desk. A little bell rung from the open door and the trio whipped their heads to it, huffing quick and nervous laughs. 

“Scared, little nigga?” Mike asked.

“Nah, all I gotta do is hide behind yo fatass ‘till I can dip,” Paul said and laughed. He danced out of the way of Mike’s big paws. Tyrone stood in the entryway and raised his eyes to the ceiling. 

If he made it out of this bumfuck town, he was getting new friends. The library was decent and less cold than outside. There were tables spread out in front of the info desk, books scattered on them. There were shelves and rows of books stretching the length of the space and those little sorting carts he thought were only in movies.

There was the same sense of emptiness here that was just like outside. Perhaps the town was just that small that it didn’t have a presence or personality like in a bigger town or city. Whatever it was, it set Tyrone on edge as he looked around. He moved closer to the info desk, scanning it for anything he could use. 

Maybe it was just that kind of town. Maybe all of the doors were left open. Car doors too. Because who the fuck would steal from this empty ass town? 

Mike and Paul were still fussing at each other, slinging insults back and forth. Tyrone turned around, already annoyed and approaching irritated. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? And help?” 

Mike and Paul gave each other one last shove. Tyrone scoffed and took a step forward.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” 

Mike and Paul screamed. Tyrone flinched and turned to the source of the sound. To his right, a woman stood there dressed like someone’s fantasy of a librarian. She wore a button up white shirt, skin-tight black skirt, complete with a loose mini tie. The collar of the shirt was open, a few buttons loose down to show her generous cleavage. 

And she was thick as hell, straining the material of her outfit to near sinful levels. If she breathed too hard, the rest of the buttons would go flying everywhere and reveal the rest of the bra that poked out beneath the shirt. Her button down was tucked into the skirt with a skinny belt and non-flashy buckle. 

Her hair was tucked up into a high bun and she wore glasses loose on her nose. She was so fuckin’ cute and sexy at the same time. The stirrings of desire tightened Tyrone’s gut and his dick twitched. He flexed his fists at his side, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Damn lady! You fuckin’ scared us!” Paul yelled. He shoved Mike off of him, the two getting close after being so scared. Tyrone kept his eyes on the woman. She pursed her lips at the boys and shook her head.

“Have some manners when you come in here,” she snapped. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Paul said instantly. Mike and Tyrone stared at him. Paul has never said anything like that in all his life. Whatever spell Tyrone had been under looking at the woman, it seemed to have caught Mike and Paul as well. No one could resist glancing away from her for long.

The woman took a deep breath and finally turned beautiful eyes towards him. “Can I help you?” She asked.

“We’re turned around. We were heading up to Vegas,” Tyrone explained. He moved closer, wanting to be in her orbit. Nervousness crept up his spine. He scowled. The fuck did he have to feel nervous for? 

She looked at the girly watch on her wrist and then raised an eyebrow at him. “A little late isn’t it?” She asked. 

“Better than stuck in traffic tryin’ to get there for the weekend,” he said. 

She conceded the point with a twist of her juicy lips. Red lipstick drew his eyes to her mouth. There was a sudden vision in his head of kissing her and smearing it. He imagined red lip prints on his skin. He imagined licking it off of her.

The images were so vivid, he got hornier. Gettin’ bricked up by the minute. He cleared his throat and shook his head. 

“Um, we just want to know where we are so we can get movin’,” Tyrone said. 

“And get to food,” Mike said right next to Tyrone’s ear. He flinched and turned to see that Mike and Paul had moved without him noticing. They stood in a near perfect line, transfixed on the librarian. 

That comment seemed to soften her. She shook her head at the boys. “Have a seat, I’ll see if I can find something. May as well rest up before heading back on the road,” she said. “Do you want to help me look?” 

A secret smile played about her carmine lips. He took a step forward but her eyes weren’t on him, it was on Mike. Mike grinned from ear to ear and nodded his head. Swift disappointment hit Tyrone in the gut.

That was his boy, but what the fuck did she see in him and not Tyrone? He scowled as Mike disappeared down the stacks with the librarian, murmuring softly to each other. As soon as the woman was gone, Tyrone could think more clearly.

Paul shook his head and sucked his teeth. “The fuck she want with that greedy mu’fucka?” Paul flopped down into the nearest seat. Tyrone sighed and joined him, looking around at the space. 

Tyrone and Paul shot the shit as they waited for Mike and the librarian to return. While he wasn’t starving, he could eat. His buzz was faint but still there and it made his head go pleasantly funny. 

“I bet his ass eatin’ all the snacks and tryin’ to get her number,” Paul said. 

Tyrone huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Dawg, I’m just ready to go,” he said. He ran a hand down his face. How long had he been there? Thirty minutes? Forty-five? How long did it take to round up some crackers? 

“Nigga, shut up. You know fuck well you’d hit that given the chance,” Paul said. He fidgeted in his seat. He leaned forward, then back. Put his elbows behind him on the desk. Stretched out his legs. 

“Stop movin’ damn,” Tyrone said. He sighed and shook his head. He was definitely getting new friends after this. 

Shuffling near the back made Paul sit up straight, like a dog excited to see its owner. Tyrone gave him a weird look before catching the confused look on his face. Tyrone turned towards the sound. Mike had a dopey grin on his face, walking zombie-like towards them. 

The librarian trailed behind him, looking more or less happier than when she found three strange men in the library late at night. “No snacks for us?” Paul asked. “Did yo fatass eat it all?” 

Mike continued walking and sat down in the next available seat on their side of the table. Tyrone was the closest and shook Mike. He only kept the goofy smile on his face, hands placed flat on the table, and stared straight ahead. 

“Aye, what you do to him?” Tyrone asked.

“Excuse me?” The Librarian asked.

“Why he look like that?” Tyrone asked. He shoved Mike once more, but there was no one home behind Mike’s eyes. 

“Aye what the fuck, lady!” Paul yelled. He jumped up from the chair he sat in and rounded Tyrone to get to Mike. He shook Mike, pulling at his oversized T-shirt. Mike blinked a few times and looked down at his stretched shirt in Paul’s hands.

“What the fuck man!” Mike yelled and shoved Paul. 

“We thought she did something to you!” 

Mike adjusted his shirt with a scowl and shook his head. “What could she do? We had a muffin. Gonna make fun of me for that too, little nigga?” 

Paul looked between Mike and Tyrone. Tyrone trained his eyes on the Librarian who watched the whole thing like something was funny. Her lips were turned up like she and Mike knew a dirty secret.

Tyrone stood up and approached her. His head grew fuzzier as he approached, but he pushed on. Pushed past that feeling. He got into her face and stared down at her. He wasn’t a tall man but she also wasn’t a tall woman. And her small heels didn’t give her an advantage.

“We not here for games. Where the hell are we?” He demanded. 

The Librarian sighed and it was like he smelled the greatest scent in the world. It was something dark, alluring, like pomegranates. He leaned in, wanting to smell more of it. 

“You’re not far from the 15, I promise. You probably didn’t catch the turn off driving in this type of darkness.” 

“The hell you do to him?” Tyrone asked and cocked his head to the side.

“What are you talking about?” 

“What took you so long to come back out? Don’t take that fuckin’ long for a muffin,” he said.

The Librarian rolled her eyes. “I’m going to assume it’s the weed that’s making you paranoid. I asked for Michael’s help with some boxes that needed lifting. Some men like to help,” she said and pointedly looked at Tyrone. 

He caught the challenge, a burning in his chest to defend himself. “I ain’t know you needed help,” he said.

“There’s still a few things I need to move. Can you help me before you go on our way, screaming that I’m the devil?” She lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow and Tyrone looked at Mike. 

Maybe she was right. But Tyrone didn’t trust it. He looked to Paul who shook his head. Mike just stared at him blankly. The smell of pomegranate hit him again and his mouth watered. He looked back at the Librarian.

“I help you, you help me, that sort of thing?” He asked.

The Librarian shrugged. “I’m a librarian. I’ll help you anyway,” she said. “Won’t take as long as I did with Michael. I promise,” she said.

The way she kept saying his name made Tyrone scowl. He wanted to hear his name on her lips. He wanted her to scream it while he was balls deep inside of her. He blinked and shook his head. Where did that come from?

He found himself nodding anyway, following behind the Librarian. He watched her ass in that skirt that looked painted on. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she didn’t have any panties on. He didn’t see any panty lines as she walked. 

She moved fast, disappearing down a few stacks. Towards the back, there was a door marked for employees only. She went inside and held the door open for him. It led to a dingy hallway with a few doors on either side. To their immediate left, there was a small kitchenette with a basket of muffins on the table. 

The Librarian walked past, heading down the hallway. “I’m Tyrone, by the way,” he said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said.

He huffed, thinking he was going to hear his name from her voice. He followed her to an office. It was cramped, one lonely and neat desk surrounded by stacks of books and notebooks, papers, and a sorting cart. 

She pointed to a few boxes on top of a high bookshelf. “Can you please get these down for me? The last librarian was a giant and they’re too heavy for me,” she said. 

He nodded and used a step ladder to climb up and get the boxes. She was right, they were heavy. Probably filled with books and shit. He got to work, climbing up and down the ladder and moving boxes. He worked up a nice sweat in the office. A single drip of sweat slid down his neck and down his chest.

They made small talk while he worked. He learned that she was new to town and he asked her what made her move to some place like this.

“It’s quiet and the people are nice. That’s what I was looking for,” she said.

“Bad ex?” He asked. He huffed as he strained under the heaviest box yet. 

“No, just wanted a change. If that’s too heavy, don’t hurt yourself trying to move it. I can ask the shop owner to help. He’s a giant too,” she said.

Tyrone scoffed and worked even harder to scoot the box from the top of the shelf. Fuck that. If anyone was going to help her, it was going to be him. He made a sound as he got the box down and descended the ladder. Thank fuck it was the last box.

He set it down on top of the others with a smug smirk and looked at her. She returned his smirk and she leaned on one side, calling attention back to her figure.

Tyrone licked his lips and thought, fuck it. “If you need more help, we got time,” he said.

“Don’t think I’m the devil anymore?” She teased. 

He stepped closer, closer than he ought to. That pomegranate smell hit him again and he leaned in. “Never thought you were the devil. Just sayin’. I can help with anything,” he said. He cast his eyes all over her body, his fingers tingling with the urge to touch her. To see if he could peel her skirt off and lick what’s left behind. 

“Anything huh?” She asked. She laughed and trailed her long red nails across his chest. A shudder ran through him, desire spiking higher. His dick twitched, getting thicker. She moved from around him and fiddled with things on her desk.

Tyrone approached her, trying not to spook her. He pressed into her back, placing his hands on either side of her on top of her desk. He inhaled the heavenly scent of her, his nose pressed to the back of her neck. He didn’t know why he was being so bold. But he knew that if he didn’t at least try, if he didn’t shoot his shot, he’d forever regret it.

There was no way he was coming back to this town. But he couldn’t leave without a taste of her. Just one taste.

“Must get lonely in this town,” he whispered.

“What makes you say that?” 

“‘Cause you in this library instead of at home, letting some idiot fuck you to sleep,” Tyrone said.

The Librarian chuckled. “You always talk so nasty to strangers?” She asked.

Tyrone placed a kiss against her neck since she wasn’t stopping him. “Mhm, no ma’am. Just hate the thought of you here all alone,” he said.

“Why, you want to fix it?” She asked. She turned around, turning mischievous eyes to him. She laughed and for a split second…nah, that can’t be right. Her eyes didn’t flash red. Impossible.

He licked his lips and nodded, drawn once more to her lips. “Do you really want to fix it?” Her voice turned sultry and she drew her pink tongue across her lips. He followed the movement, undone by it.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. 

“Sit down, Tyrone,” she commanded. 

Tyrone’s legs bent without any thought to if there was a chair behind him or not. Luckily there was and he sank into the plush chair with a quiet sigh. 

She sank down to her knees and he was mesmerized by the way her skirt moved with her. How it didn’t rip or tear on the way down. He widened his legs and she smirked at him, running her hands up and down his solid thighs.

His dick tented his sweats, obviously showing his desire for her. He was near mad with it. Lustful. He ached to bury his dick somewhere warm and wet. She had the same idea as she eyed it. 

She moved her hands to the waistband of his sweats and started to shimmy them down far enough to free his dick. She palmed him, stroking him, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning. He was not going to bust off of a hand job. The fuck he looked like? 

She wasted no time leaning onto her knees and taking him deep. “Oh fuck,” he said and his hips jerked off of the chair. 

She took him to the base, suckling him and moaning around his dick. She played with the tip, swirling her tongue around the head and licking up any drop of pre-cum. She slurped as she released him and then ran her hand up and down his length.

“Wait, put yo mouth back on me,” he said.

“Did you like it?” She asked. 

“Fuck yes,” he said.

She did not return her mouth to his dick. She stroked him, driving him insane with the right amount of pressure and speed. But it was nothing like her mouth. He reached up to pull her head back down. He didn’t know why women wanted to be cute when he just wanted to bust.

She moved her head out of the way. “Put your hands down or I stop,” she snapped. 

Tyrone’s hands froze in mid air. His mind stuttered as her voice was equal parts erotic and scary. There it was again. That same flash of red in her eyes. She grinned but it was like a slash across her face. Still hot. Still a little scary. 

He was no stranger to a girl taking control in the bedroom. He didn’t always like it, but he wasn’t always the cool and calm mu’fucka he projected around LA. He fumbled the first time he had sex. A few times after that as well. 

He lowered his hands back to the arm rests and she ran her tongue across her teeth. “Good boy,” she said. 

She stroked him and stared at him, waiting to see if he’d try something else. When she was satisfied, she dipped her head and really got to work. Her mouth sucked him down like she was trying to eat him alive. Burning pleasure seeped into him and he threw his head back against the back of the chair.

“Won’t you moan for me, Tyrone? I like to know I’m doing a good job too,” she said and then returned to sucking the soul out of him. That’s exactly what it felt like. Like she was drinking from the very essence of him. 

“Goddamn,” he groaned, twisting his hips. Trying to push more of himself into her mouth. He licked his lips and made himself sit up. Made himself watch as his dick slipped in and out of her mouth. His hands gripped the rough fabric of the chair, dying to grab her. Hold her.

Saliva gathered on his dick. Her mouth was hot and perfect on his velvety dick. She added her hands, stroking as she slobbered. The room filled with wet suckling noises. Garbled saliva noises. She slurped him up and his climax hit the base of his spine. His balls grew heavier. The need to cum was overpowering but he did not want this to go too fast.

He wanted to stay in the moment. Stay with her mouth on him. Her hands on him. Her eyes fixed in absolute pleasure. He was used to women doing this shit as if it were a chore. As if it were something they thought he wanted in order to please them back. He wasn’t selfish. He didn’t want them to do anything they didn’t want to do.

But what a fuckin’ difference when he got with a real head hunter. He gave her all of his moans, all of his encouragement. Sweat poured down his temple. He watched and felt her work him, a near feeding frenzy.

He thought about baseball, the DMV, LA traffic, anything to keep this climax at bay. But then she sucked hard enough to sting and he threw his head back once more. “Shiiit,” he groaned.

His powerful climax hit the back of her throat. She hummed around it, swallowing every last drop. She continued to suck him, wringing it all. He fed her and wished he could cum again just to the sound of her humming around his dick. 

He heaved as she released him, inch by slow inch, and finally let him go with a wet pop. Her eyes were closed as she licked her lips. The lipstick was a little smudged and he groaned. Fuck. He wanted to go again already. But he’d never quite had the soul sucked out of him like that. He needed a moment to calm down, to get his bearings. 

“You beautiful boy,” she whispered, more to herself. He watched the emotions play out on her face as she wiped the corners of her mouth and sucked on her finger. 

“You talk about me being nasty,” he said.

The librarians didn’t do it like this back in LA. Maybe he needed to frequent the bookstore more. Find the quiet girls. Those were some closet freaks. Shy as hell though. Still might be worth looking into.

The Librarian chuckled and got to her feet. She moved away but Tyrone grabbed her hand. “Wait, lemme return the favor,” he said.

“That’s okay, baby. I got what I wanted,” she said. Her eyes were too narrow for him to catch her meaning. She caressed his face, those long nails sending arrows of lust straight to his dick. 

“Please,” he said and licked his lips. It wasn’t in him to leave a woman unsatisfied while he got off scott-free. He ain’t never begged for pussy. But dammit he wanted it. If her pussy was anything like her head game, he’d have to consider moving here. Maybe getting out of the game would be worth it. 

“That’s okay, baby. Really,” she said. She moved her hand from his face and he grabbed her again. He kissed the back of it and then flipped it over to kiss her palm. He left wet kisses on her wrist and up her forearm.

“Let me taste you,” he said. “Please?” 

She smirked at him. “What about your friends?” 

“Fuck ‘em. They ain’t my kids,” Tyrone said.

She chuckled and raised her eyebrow at him. He shook with restraint. Anyone else and he’d bulldoze his way in. Talk all kinds of nasty shit in their ear to get them to spread their legs. But she was different. She drove him wild. 

His skin was feverish. Desperate. He had to have her. There was no way he would leave without tasting her and seeing what made her squirm. What made her scream.

“Come on then,” she said. She said it like she didn’t believe him. That he couldn’t pleasure her. He wondered if some boonie fuck got to fuck her. If she was comparing them. He’d make sure she remembered him.

Tyrone stood up from the chair as she stood facing him, inching her skirt up her thighs and revealing that she, in fact, did not wear panties. He groaned as he watched her. She sat on the desk and spread her legs for him. For him.

He sauntered closer, running his fingers through her soaking folds. He dropped his head to his shoulder and groaned.

“You gon’ kill me,” he said.

She chuckled and ran her hands across his shoulders. She kissed his cheek. “Never,” she said. 

He lifted his head high enough to kiss her. The smell and taste of her made him bolder. He slipped his fingers inside of her, pumping her, seeing how much of him she can take. He slipped in with ease and he felt her clench around his fingers. 

Pride swept through him that she was so wet for him. He kneeled down, placing one of her legs over his shoulder. He kissed her pussy, inhaled the scent of her. He groaned in satisfaction and feasted on her.

He went in fast, flicking her clit. “Oh shit,” she said. Her hands gripped his shoulder. Her thighs squeezed his head and he went faster, flicking that little nub until it was nice and swollen. 

“Right there, right there,” she panted. Her voice rose in octaves. He kept it up, giving her exactly what she needed. He used his thumbs to open her up wider. Her juices coated the entire lower half of his face.

He dug in, licking and flicking, sucking, and moaning. She tasted so damn good, so damn divine. “That’s right, eat it, baby,” she encouraged. 

The praise hit him like a sack of bricks. It spurned him on, wanting to please her. He slipped his fingers back into her pussy, curling them and rubbing her spongy wet walls until she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but murmur and coo and grip his cornrows roughly.

She tensed before orgasming, twitching and jerking beneath him. He licked up what she gushed out, not ready to give up the ghost. All of her sounds were in the back of her throat. Animalistic, guttural.

He stood up, wiped his mouth, and then entered her before she could draw breath. Her eyes flashed red once more but it was just a trick of the light. He pounded into her ruthlessly.

He moaned and kept going. She was a welcome sheath for his straining dick. Her heated core felt so good, so right, that he became more animalistic himself. He pulled her by the legs to the edge of the desk, supporting her weight, and spearing her. 

He wanted to split her in half. He fucked her and her pussy gripped his dick like it had a mind of its own. He’d never met a woman like her. Will never meet another.

She only grew wetter and he slipped and sputtered as he pounded. He kept going, searching and reaching for the deepest part of her. 

“Goddamn, you feel so good. So - uh- good,” he said. 

She cried every time he went in, her face twisted in that perfect mix of ecstasy and pain. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Deep-mm-deeper,” she moaned. 

He angled his hips and pulled her closer, giving all of himself to her. Her hand was on his chest as if to push him away. But she grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him. She licked his lips and he lost his rhythm. If she kept shit like that up, he wasn’t going to last.

“Let me cum in this pussy,” he begged. “Let me cum in it.” It was a desperate need. That same primal need to mark her or claim her. To fill her up. Humans lost their super sense of smell many evolutions ago. But he wished that anyone who came across her in the future would be able to smell him on her, in her. 

She wheezed as he finally hit a spot deep enough for her. She rocked on his dick as she moaned. Her teeth grew a bit sharper, her nails a little longer, and her eyes a wicked deep shade of red.

Her head was thrown back as he watched the transformation, watched as she seemed to swell with energy. “Fuck me, Tyrone. Fuck me,” she said. Her desk made scraping noises as he pounded into her.

His heartbeat was in tune with his strokes. He wanted to stop, needed to stop, but she felt so good bouncing on his dick. She trained those red eyes on him and smirked.

“Cum in this pussy,” she commanded.

He let go, his climax making his eyes cross. He shouted his release into her, pumping her full of his biggest load yet. He stuffed her full and it triggered her own orgasm. She squeezed his dick and he cried out, hoarse, losing his voice to her. Losing his mind to her.

He slipped out while she laughed and settled onto the desk. “Oh, I could gorge myself on you for years,” she said and cackled, throwing her hands across her chest and hugging herself.

He wasn’t tripping. Her eyes really were fucking red. He pulled his pants back up and backed out of the room. Her cackles followed him.

“Come back any time and see me, Tyrone!” 

Tyrone ran down the hallway, her cackling laughter seeming to follow him. He didn’t dare risk a look back. He flew past the door, past Mike and Paul. 

“What the fuck!” Paul yelled. No need to be told a thing, Mike and Paul raced after Tyrone. He didn’t stop running. Her laughter was in his head. In his skin. 

He ran to the car and hopped in the driver’s side. He yelled for the keys. Paul threw it to him and slipped into the passenger side while Mike just made it into the back. 

It was pitch black, not even the street lamps enough to pierce the darkness.

“Anytime.” Tyrone heard in his head. The tires squealed against the pavement as he threw the car in reverse.

Fuck Vegas! If there was one thing he knew, it was how to get the fuck home. He put his foot to the floor of the car and peeled off down the road. He was confused, still a little horny, but all around freaked out.

He swerved onto the freeway and put the night and that crazy bitch out of his mind. But the laughter still followed him all the way home.

&&&

You need some more in your life? There's more! The Secret Tyrone Files

#megaminds secret files #The Secret Tyrone Files #They Cloned Tyrone smut #Tyrone smut #Tyrone x Black!OC #Tyrone POV #Tyrone x Fem!OC #x Black OC #Halloweek #Happy Halloweek #Spooky smut #Black writers #Black writers of Tumblr

[gaysindistress]

Day one of Halloweek Oct 24:

All good girls go to hell - devil!bucky x innocent!reader

🚩As all of these will be dark/horror mood boards & blurbs, it goes without saying that there will be dark and/or horror themes. I will add specific warnings if there is anything that may be especially triggering however please keep in mind that dark and/or horror themes will be present regardless.🚩

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest.

“Do you know who I am?”

The deep velvet quality of his voice causes a shiver to come over me and I can’t help it when my arms wrap around me. The thin gauzy dress I’m wearing does little to shield me from the cold or magnetism of the man before me.

He looks at me with hunger in his impossibly dark eyes but it’s not like the usual hunger that I see in other men. This one is confident, authoritative, and all knowing.

“No,” I say slowly.

“I think you do, Angel,” he whispers as he circles me like a predator stalking its dying prey.

“Say my name.”

I flicker my eyes up to him. He’s only inches from me, leaning down so that he’s nearly nose to nose with me.

“Jam…”

“Try again.”

“Lucifer,” I whisper breathlessly as he keeps leaning down until our lips brush against each other.

“All the good girls go to Hell and you, my sweet Angel, are the purest of them all.”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #halloweek #devil bucky x reader #devil au #lucifer x reader

[footballerimaginess]

Are you scared?

credit to @dailyfcb​ for the gif!  HALLOWEEK  1. “Are you scared?”  Pablo Gavi  Word Count: 347  You and Pablo were getting ready for Halloween, the house was decorated and you were all ready for Halloween now.  Pablo had planned to have a Halloween themed walk as one of the areas around where you lived had decorated so much and it was amazing. “Let’s go, are you all wrapped up?” he asked you as you nodded putting your thick coat and boots on.  “Mm it is cold” you mumbled as you took his hand in his as you walked along the road.  “That house is so cool, look at all the ghost lights. I want those lights here” you pointed out.  “Jeez we don’t need anymore fairy lights do we? no we don’t is the final answer” you laughed even though you wanted those lights desperately.  “Why do you disappoint me like that Pab?” you huffed as you moved your arm backwards and forwards as you carried on looking around the streets.  “This is so pretty, love that colour. Woah-wait, what the fuck is that?” you shouted as you felt someone grab your arm as you span around.  “Are you scared?” Pablo laughed as he could see how scared you were.  “Shh Pab, someone grabbed my shoulder as we walked past that thing, look over there. I am being serious- wipe that smile off of your face right now I mean it. I fucking well mean it” you shouted as you ran in the opposite direction. “Slow fucking down” he screamed as he finally managed to catch up with you.  “You are a footballer and you couldn’t even catch me up” you laughed.  “No I have just got over an injury, I am not running anymore. This road is haunted I swear to god, I am not going down there again” you moaned as you both walked around another way.  “Well I think that road is scary, I am not going there. Come on, let’s get home. I am cold and spooked out” you laughed as you tried to walk as fast as you could.  “Such a baby” Pablo smirked as he teased you.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex​ @penguintransporter​ @football-and-fanfics​ @footballxixstars​ @odegaardsblues​ 

#halloweek #pablo gavi imagine #football imagines #football imagine #football one shots #football one shot #futbol imagines #futbol imagine

[reidsaurora]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨: 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡

'Bout time I posted some more fun stuff for you lovely people 😉

No but in all seriousness, I have been severely lacking when it comes to posting content for you guys so to make up for my behavior, I have put together a little compilation of festive fics for you guys to enjoy!

As always, this is not limited to this account. There will be more fics over on @honeysuckleharringtons and @hornyhornyhimbos (MDNI!!) if those blogs interest you!

▪︎ October 25th:

Spencer Reid 🔮 That Doesn't Belong in a Pie

In which Reader and Muse take a trip to the apple orchard and later make the first apple pie of the season.

▪︎ October 27th:

Aaron Hotchner 🔮 Dear Reader

In which Reader takes Muse birthday shopping at their favorite place in the world.

▪︎ October 30th:

Luke Alvez 🔮 Singin' In The Rain

In which Reader and Muse enjoy the last rainfall before winter by playing and dancing together in the rain.

▪︎ October 31st:

Derek Morgan 🔮 Sappy Stories to Tell in the Dark

In which Reader and Muse get stuck in the haunted carnival ride together, and the night ends much differently than they'd planned.

auroras! feel free to spread the word for me!

@dungeons-are-too-cold @reidsbookclub @sadgirlml @reidselle @rupsmorge @broken-stardust @ssahotchnerr @samuel-de-champagne-problems @lukeclvez @letarasstuff @nomajdetective @gold-onthe-inside @milla984 @gay-prentiss @foxy-eva

celebration post art: me!

halloween dividers: @firefly-graphics

#writing #writing challenge #halloween #halloweek #halloween fics #fictober #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagines #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagines #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagines #luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez imagines #derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan imagines #imagine #imagines #one shot #one shots #fics #fanfic #fanfiction #reidsaurora #reidsaurora's halloweek bash!

[honeysuckleharringtons]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨: 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐡

Very long time no see, my friends. I went through a phase where writing absolutely sucked and I just could not come up with any ST fics but!!! I am here to change that now 😌

In honor of everyone's (yes, everyone's) favorite holiday, I have put together a compilation of Halloween-themed fics for all of you lovely people to enjoy!

As always, this will not be limited to just one of my blogs! There will of course be fics posted over on @reidsaurora and @hornyhornyhimbos (MDNI!!) if those also pique your interest.

▪︎ October 25th:

Billy Hargrove 🦇 Tossing Me the Car Keys

In which Reader and Muse go for a little late-night drive, Muse having a somewhat hidden motive behind the activity.

▪︎ October 26th:

Steve Harrington 🦇 Spill Your (Pumpkin) Guts

In which Reader and Muse have a little competition to see who can carve the better pumpkin.

▪︎ October 28th:

Jonathan Byers 🦇 The Perfect Canvas

In which Reader uses Muse to practice their Halloween costume makeup.

▪︎ October 31st:

Eddie Munson 🦇 Black Cats Need Candy Too

In which Reader and Muse receive an unexpected trick-or-treater at their door.

mutuals! feel free to spread the word if you'd like!

@dungeons-are-too-cold @writer-in-theory @rupsmorge @serenity-lattes @stevesmunsons @appocalipse @reputationmunson @battymunson @sadgirlml @gay-prentiss

celebration post art: me!

halloween dividers: @firefly-graphics

#writing #writing challenge #halloween #halloweek #halloween fics #fictober #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagines #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagines #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers imagines #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagines #imagine #imagines #one shot #one shots #fics #fanfic #fanfiction #honeysuckleharringtons #honeysuckleharringtons's halloweek bash!

[sonicxoxo]

Day 1 of Halloweek: Shadow the Hedgehog!! Please enjoy my casual cosplay lol

#shadow the hedgehog #halloween #halloweek #casual cosplay #black cosplayer

[mywifeleftme]

196: Earth // The Bees Made Honey in the Lion's Skull

The Bees Made Honey in the Lion's Skull Earth 2008, Southern Lord (Bandcamp)

The most money I’ve ever spent on a vinyl record is on the stupid fucking quadruple LP Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness boxed set, but that was only because I allegedly scuffed the first track on the first side of LP1 of my friend’s copy while putting it away at a party, so I had to buy him a replacement and got his old dinged one—but I’ll write about that another time. The most money I’ve ever spent on a vinyl record I wanted was on Earth’s The Bees Made Honey in the Lion’s Skull, and specifically on one of the editions bound in faux Bible leather that Southern Lord reissues from time to time. From the first time I heard the record back in 2008, from the first time I read the title really, Bees has held a strange fascination for me. Despite being a broke college kid, I ordered a Bees Made Honey hoodie using my first credit card and hemmed and hawed over whether to snag the leather record, though I didn’t even know how to use a turntable. I didn’t end up actually scoring a copy till more than a decade later, by which time I’d already pretty well carved the thing’s grooves so deep in my brain I didn’t need to listen anymore to hear its contents.

The inner sleeve.

Still, there’s the pleasure of handling it, opening up the gatefold and reading the hoary language in elaborately-filigreed gold text:

“from strength sweetness from darkness light the bees made honey in the lion’s skull”

A1. Omens and Portents 1: The Driver A2: Rise to Glory B3: Miami Morning Coming Down II (Shine) B4. Engine of Ruin C5: Omens and Portents II: Carrion Crow C6: Hung from the Moon D7: The Bees Made Honey in the Lion’s Skull D8: Junkyard Priest

I grew up just religious enough to really fear God and love His language, especially as filtered through all the fantastical art that’s borrowed the diction of the King James Version to command a sense of gravitas. It’s a tone of voice that still compels me, and it’s the perfect dressing for this era of Earth’s looming, desertified music. Starting with 2005’s comeback Hex; or Printing in the Infernal Method, Earth has been working on a form of Western-inspired instrumental post-rock that looks to the Bible and fire-and-brimstone writers like Cormac McCarthy for words to match the weathered lurch of Dylan Carlson’s lithic guitar. Bees continues this direction, and it’s broadly considered the best of the band’s later efforts: something elemental captured in the songs; extra pristine production; sterling contributions from Steve Moore on a variety of pianos and organs, plus famed jazz guitarist Bill Frisell; and above all the languid pulse of drummer Adrienne Davies, the sheer weight of her pauses (best exemplified on the title track).

When Davies joined the band in 2002, she became the long-term musical partner Carlson had never really had, and her playing has become as distinctive a signature of Earth’s sound as his. In the exhaustive 2023 documentary Even Hell Has Its Heroes, her interview is the most enlightening from a musical perspective. An amateur when she began casually jamming with Carlson, she soon found that all of the drumming instructors and guides she consulted emphasized focusing on how to refine the angles of her playing, minimizing the time and effort required to play a beat. But for Davies, playing in a band whose rhythm swells and resides like the breathing of a massive steer, this advice ran counter: her arms wave in slow, swooping arcs, drawing out the tempo in the air before falling into the drums, letting gravity provide the consequential force.

Despite the band’s mugshot stares and stupendous volume, that signal phrase holds: “from strength sweetness / from darkness light.” There’s no violence in this songs, only some obdurate quality of endurance; no aggression, only flickers of the transcendent among the amps. That’s the notion embedded in its title, a nourishing work transpiring within sinister ruins.

196/365

#earth #halloweek #drone #drone metal #post-rock #ambient americana #dylan carlson #southern lord #'00s music #minimalism #music review #vinyl record #seattle music #adrienne davies

[cannedf0wer]

Halloweek Final

🎆

#my art #dark and twisted whisper #dark and twisted whisper asmr #datw #Halloweek #Halloween #Horror #asmr roleplay #THE FINAL OF DATW HALLOWEEK 2023 #I CRIED #SO GLAD I ABBLE TO JOIN MAKING THIS AMAZING STORY #amazing story and voice #datw you are coolest asmrist (is the right word?) #love everything about this weeeeek #Youtube

[marianodiaz-art]

Pokemon - spooky duskull

+ Commissions info!

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#pokemon #anime #manga #halloweek #spooky #scream #duskull #fanart #commissions #opencommissions #comisiones

[cabinofimagines]

to D.I.Y or to buy?

I may have ... persuaded Danny to read the fic with motaur in it by promising her a Leo fic so! 

Yes it is Halloween themed

Pairing: Leo Valdez x gn!reader Request: Cryptozoology!AU Leo and reader go to buy halloween decor. a bit of complaining bc Leo insists that he could make the decor but reader just wants to 💕hang out💕 Word count: 1k Warnings: None! 

-Asnyox

You were planning to, for once, immediately go to your dorm room instead of greeting your boyfriend as you finished class. You still had some things to finish from the lecture you just had and figured that Leo would in fact distract you immensely. Even better, you hoped that if you finished your course load today, you could have a little mall date with your boyfriend tomorrow. However, as you walked past his dorm you were almost certain you smelled something burning. As you contemplated for a second to ignore it, a loud crash sounded combined with the clear sound of Leo cursing.

“¡Me lleva la que me trae!”

You quickly knocked on the door, before trying the handle. As expected, the door sprung open, and you poked your head in. Leo whipped his head around, looking at you intensely for a few seconds before he smiled at you.

“(Y/n)! How was class?” He stepped towards you, clearly trying to stand in front of whatever he was working on. You looked at him, slowly moving your head to see behind your boyfriend. He clearly did not agree to this, and quickly ushered you out of his room. “Sorry, it’s a little messy in there, mi amor.” Leo carefully cupped your cheek and kissed you on the lips. You broke the kiss and grabbed his hand. “What are you working on? It smells like it’s burning,” you pressed a kiss into Leo’s hand before removing it from your face.

“Oh, that’s hopefully the hot glue gun,” Leo shrugged, “I promised to decorate our floor for the Halloween party and figured I could handcraft the decorations!” Leo grinned, looking proud of himself. “Hopefully? Leo, love, didn’t you get a budget to buy decorations?” You asked and Leo nodded cheerfully. “I did! But I could use this opportunity to impress the whole floor, so!” Leo did jazz hands and you pursed your lips. You softly shoved Leo out of your way and opened the door to his dorm again.

It was utter chaos. There was an immense amount of orange, purple and black paper on the floor. A half-done papier-mâché pumpkin was leaking glue on Leo’s bed. His bureau topped with fairy lights and newspaper. Wool strings were everywhere on the floor. You saw a dubious number of blankets stacked onto of a desk chair. In the middle of the floor were skeletal remains???

“I just dropped the skeleton before you came in, Will’s boyfriend let me borrow it, but it is harder to assemble than Ikea furniture.” Leo spoke from behind you. “Why-“ you turned to face your boyfriend, “Leo, we are going to the mall tomorrow.” “But I just need a little more time!” Leo looked hurt but you shook your head. “See it as a date?” Looking in Leo’s eyes made you feel a little guilty about it but you had to be strong, “Then, if what we find doesn’t suffice we can do a second crafting date the day after?” Leo’s eyes lit up as he smiled brightly. “Two dates for the price of one? Deal!”

───────────

Surprisingly, Leo hadn’t been too picky on where to go, or what to buy. Sure, every time you picked something up to ask if Leo likes it he scans over it with his eyes and goes onto a rant on how he can make it himself but-

It’s cute to see Leo get excited about these things. At some points he carefully looked over the things you were suggesting for a minute before a smile engulfed his face and he started pointing out how the thing exactly was made. Other times, he sounded angry while talking about the “trash” that was for sale.

“See that’s just a glass jar with some paint on it! I still have jars in the cupboard, and we can paint them together!” “Those garlands are just paper and string, I was already working on one.” “Those ghosts don’t look half as good as the ones I had planned!” “Did you not see the pumpkin I was making? It is much bigger than these.”

As you held up balloons he relented, for even the ingenious Leo Valdez could not craft those with his bare hands. You also sneaked some webbing to put around the dorm, and a Halloween tablecloth plus paper cups. Maybe after lunch you would be able to convince Leo to get some more basic decorations, but your hope was dimming with the minute.

You were sitting in a small café. There was some chatter around, but all in all the atmosphere was calm. Leo had grabbed your hand as he sat before you, softly holding it while you rest your arms on the wood. You had just ordered your food, and you could see your boyfriend enter one of his sappy moods.

“Have I told you I love you lately?” Leo lifted you hand to his lips as he pressed a kiss on them. “I don’t remember,” you smiled, “perhaps a reminder is deserved.” Leo gasped, moving towards you. You reciprocated the movement, and right before your lips met Leo whispered; “You would look hot as moth man for Halloween,”

You snickered as you sat back into your seat, Leo only slightly disappointed at missing the kiss. “It’s our first Halloween together, and you don’t want to do a couples costume?” you asked him, and he shook his head. “If it means seeing you as moth man, I will sacrifice anything besides,” Leo shrugged, “I can also dress up as a cryptid. I’ll me bigfoot!” “You are too small to be bigfoot, love.” You smiled and Leo laughed. “Height doesn’t matter, just the feet.”

“Please do not dress up as one big foot,” you groaned, “I will break up with you.”

#request #requests #halloween #halloweek #leo valdez x reader #pjo x reader #hoo x reader #mortals all around #toa x reader #gn!reader #cabinofimagines #coi #admin asja #asja writes #admin asnyox

[gaysindistress]

Day four of halloweek Oct 27: Masochist - ghostface!bucky x Korean!reader

🚩As all of these will be dark/horror mood boards & blurbs, it goes without saying that there will be dark and/or horror themes. I will add specific warnings if there is anything that may be especially triggering however please keep in mind that dark and/or horror themes will be present regardless.🚩

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest.

Warnings: ghostface typa shit from Bucky. Also his dialogue is all famous ghostface quotes so I can’t take credit for those nuggets of geniusness.

“You should never say 'Who's There?’ when you answer the phone. Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a death wish.”

I scoff into the phone, “excuse me? Isn’t that how you, I don’t know, figure out who’s calling you?”

The voice on the other end lets out a breathy laugh as I crane my head to look around the empty house. There’s no one but me here. I know that for a fact but something is making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“You might as well just come out here to investigate if you’re so curious.”

Come out here?

What the fuck does that mean?

“Let me guess; you’re inside the house,” I throw back, half hoping that I’m wrong.

The man doesn’t say anything but in his absence, I hear a strange noise from upstairs. It’s sounds like something or someone fell.

“Aren’t you going to see what that was?” He asks as I take small steps towards the staircase. I know better than to grab a knife from the kitchen but I’m also not about to be unarmed. Instead I grab the sword that the dad I’m house sitting for keeps tucked between the fridge and the wall.

“That’s cute,” the man teases me and I’m now convinced that this freak is either inside, watching from a window, or is just really good at guessing my next move.

I’m going to go with the first option given that I hear another thud from upstairs.

“Who are you?” I ask when I come to the foot of the stairs. All of the lights are off on the second floor making it so that I can’t see beyond the first few feet anyways.

A chuckle rings out at my question. I can’t tell if it’s coming from my phone or from above me. I slowly begin to climb upstairs and the line goes dead. With the sword in one hand and the flat lining phone in the other, I hesitate as I reach the top step.

There’s movement to my left and I sweep the sword towards it. This freak is smarter than that though and his voice cuts through the thick air to my right, “The question isn’t, who am I? The question is where am I?”

Spinning to face him, I’m met with the sight of a towering man wearing a ghost mask and a black cloak.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“Hello, Y/N, it’s an honor,” Ghostface smirks down at me from behind his mask.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #halloweek #ghostface #ghostface x reader #Korean reader #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes reader insert #marvel

[footballerimaginess]

Scary Movies

credit to @pernilleharders for the gif!  HALLOWEEK  9. Scary Movies  Mason Mount Word Count: 490  Please note I don’t watch scary movies at all, so I just googled and have no clue if they are scary or not lol  When Mason called you over to your house for the first time to hang out, you were nervous.  Your friends convinced you to hang out with him because they said it would be fun and you deserved to have your fun. 

Despite feeling nervous you were excited to see him and catch up with one another.  You headed over to his house once you got in your comfy clothes as Mason told you they were a must, even though you had no idea what he meant.  Driving into the driveway as you parked your car as you could see the front door opening.  “Hey” you smiled as you greeted him in a slightly awkward side hug.  “Hello, you look cute” you laughed as you shut the front door behind you.  “Oh thanks, I am just in my comfy clothes like you said” you laughed.  “Well you still look cute, come on in and would you like a house tour before we start?” he asked you as you nodded as you were so nosey and needed to see how beautiful his house was.  “So this is my games room, maybe you can watch me play one time” he suggested. “I’m good thanks” you smirked as he headed into his large living room.  “So I was hoping for a movie night, you're up for that?” Mason suggested as you nodded.  “I am glad you agreed. How about a scary movie night?” he teased.  “Oh, yeah I suppose” you laughed nervously as you absolutely hated scary movies but you were too embarrassed to say anything, so you just agreed.  “I am going to get us some snacks before we sit down and watch some movies ”he suggested as he headed to the kitchen and grabbed as many snacks as he could grab in his hands.  “Oh wow, there’s a lot there” you laughed as he chucked them beside you.  “Okay so we can watch ‘The Invitation’ its new I think” Mason suggested, you just agreeing as you watched the screen.  “You are being so quiet, are you alright?” he asked you as you nodded.  “Don’t lie, you don’t like this film do you?” he moved closer towards you, enough for you to smell how strong his aftershave was.  “No, I hate scary movies sorry” you giggled as you hid your face in your jumper as you were scared of the film.  “Oh you should have told me, I would have put on one that’s even more scary than this so you can hide in my jumper” Mason smirked.  “Hmm I like that idea” you giggled as he paused the TV and you cuddled into Mason as he pressed a small kiss on the top of your head.  “I could get used to this ”he whispered as you snuggled into him.  “I could too” you smiled, as you felt your eyes slowly drifting as you cuddled up with Mason enjoying the warmth of him.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @footballxixstars @odegaardsblues @penguintransporter @football-and-fanfics @shannon-jade-99​  let me know if you want to be tagged x 

#halloweek #mason mount imagine #football imagines #football imagine #football one shots #football one shot #futbol imagines #futbol imagine

[reidsaurora]

if anyone sees this, please interact and tell me which you'd prefer!

(1) a fall writing celebration (basically you guys send in fall prompts and i'll write you a blurb)

(2) hallo-week (a week of halloween themed fics on each of my blogs)

hope you're all doing well! 🫶🏻🧡

#writing #writing challenge #halloween #halloweek #fanfic #fanfiction #emmy writes

[shoddilydrawntavros]

don’t worry about it!! all that matters is that you feel better tavy!

oH, oKAY, i GUES S YOU'RE RIGHT,

oH HEY, pIZZA IS HERE, i'M GOING TO GO GET S OME, ,

#}: 3 #halloweek #continue gaslighting this little bug of a man i fnd it so funny

[still-lost-in-tescos]

(i’m a little late shhhhh)

Regulus you tricky little shit (the voice blend scared me) very smart to say that crux isn’t real so if they ever did try to reach to the listener they won’t believe it

also ivan?! heyyyy buddyyy long time no seee the first part did spook me a little but the ending was surprisingly calm

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #halloweek #redacted regulus #redacted ivan

[mywifeleftme]

190: White Noise // An Electric Storm

An Electric Storm White Noise 1969, Island

I’ve read a decent amount on how White Noise’s An Electric Storm was made over the course of a year of painstakingly splicing tape by hand in a London flat, but not why they decided to make their pioneering electronic music opus so ooky-spooky. I guess when you coop up folks whose day job is making Dalek noises, you’re going to get something a bit deranged. The opening side’s psych pop is jaunty enough, though there’s often something vacant-eyed in its whimsy, like a carnival in a Stephen King story: your ear is drawn to the incongruous details that hint at some darker working behind the cutesiness. It prepares you well for the flip, where across its 11-minute runtime “The Visitation” opens multiple echo chambers full of sobs, previews the next decade of horror film title themes, and digs pits of gurgling electronic unease that spored whole genres of dark ambient music still evolving to this day. The album ends on a literal (well, fake literal) Satanic ritual in the form of “Black Mass: An Electric Storm in Hell,” which turns jazz drummer Paul Lytton into the Jacob’s Ladder poster. Leader David Vorhaus likes to wryly shake his head recalling how the A&R people at Island Records didn’t “get it” when he turned in the LP, but even as someone who does “get it” I uh get why they didn’t!

An Electric Storm is chiefly discussed for the means of its production, and that’s fair: despite digital advances in recording technology that make the most advanced techniques found here (phasing, flanging, looping) virtually effortless, it is uncanny hearing them deployed so extensively on music of this vintage. It’s the equivalent of watching a film from the ‘60s and seeing effects that look like The Terminator. The music rarely goes more than a few bars before melting into some other shape (a melodic phrase begun on one instrument is spliced so it resolves on another; the music drops out entirely, replaced by a collage of ratcheting noises, electronic bloops and choking cries somewhere between anguish and laughter). By turning over a third of “My Game of Loving” to cringey orgasm sounds, they even initiate the nascent electronic pop genre into the elite fraternity of styles that are a little too eager to prove they fuck.

The lyrics won’t win any prizes, but I do take issue with how dismissive some writers have been of these songs as songs. An Electric Storm is steeped in the psychedelic tropes of the day, but it doesn’t sound like the work of avid fans of like the Electric Prunes or whatever. One senses that Vorhaus and BBC Radiophonic Workshop regulars Delia Derbyshire and Hodgson have a general but disinterested notion of what the kids are into, and they feed it back to us through the filter of their own predilections. Derbyshire’s two co-writes in particular are anything but generic. The rippling transformations of “Love Without Sound” are as wondrous and eerie as a Winsor McCay Little Nemo strip, but it’s the opiated vocal by the otherwise unknown John Whitman and the strolling melody that ebbs in and out of the collage that give it a dreamy logic. “Firebird” has a Beach Boys-y bounce and gorgeously arranged harmonies to go with an array of synth tones so solid and colourful I want to play with them like toy blocks.

Though it didn’t set the charts ablaze, An Electric Storm developed a reputation as a tripper classic, and I was pretty psyched to find a copy in not too battered condition for a reasonable price at a shop this summer. I’m glad to have it on the shelf, and with the exception of the 45 seconds that makes my neighbours think I’m listening to weird and bad porn, I always enjoy the adventure when I get it on the table.

190/365

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