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Black Fem! Reader x Tyler, The Creator.
Summary: At a glamorous black cocktail attire event filled with high-class celebrities, Tyler, a long-time friend of yours, spots you after years apart. You catch up over his new album, and flirtation sparks between both of you. Bored with the event, you sneak out to his place for wine and deeper conversation, leading to an unexpected and steamy conclusion.
Warnings: flirting, praise, rough sex, head, consensual intimacy, dirty talk.
A\/N: I love writing about Tyler, this man.😩❤️
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You sit prettily on the barstool with your brown eyes roaming the stunning ballroom, with its glimmering crystal chandeliers hung high above the ceiling, radiating a glow over the elegantly dressed guests, each one spewing laughter, and whispers of their success.
The elegant sounds of classical music from the orchestra, featuring the refined compositions of Mozart and Beethoven, resonate in your ears.
“Y\/N, are you bored?" Your best friend, Izzy asked in concern, her brows arched.
You shrugged your shoulders in response, “Yeah, a bit bored, honestly. I thought there would be something interesting, you know?”
You were invited to a high-class event, a very fancy and demure filled well-known celebrities whom were roistering about their status, money and success over the years.
The men were dressed in tailored black suits, and women wore exquisite gowns, with the latest fabric, polished jewelry catching the light as the glasses of champagne clinked together.
The truth was you were bored, and the food was halfway decent.
“What’s up, Y\/N?” A deep voice greeted you, your name being called by a special someone.
Tyler spotting you before you did, as you spun around, facing the man, with his cologne, that smirk of his.
“Heyy, Tyler! I’m good, and how are you?” You greeted kindly.
“I'm cool, you were invited to this lame-ass party too?” Tyler joked, watching you cover your mouth to stifle a laugh.
You contain your laughter, as Tyler joined in, and the guests stared at you, but you and Tyler didn't give a damn. But you were glad that he was here with you, making the party less boring.
“Yeah, honestly, this place could be better. I'm glad you're here, T. And I heard your new album, it's amazing!”
“Thanks, I wanted to try something different too,” Tyler replied with a grin.
“You look incredible,” he said softly, voice low enough that only you could hear.
You felt a flush rise to your cheeks. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He glanced around the room, then back at you. “You know, I’m not really feeling this whole scene. You?”
You shook your head, biting your lip. “Honestly? I’m ready to get out of here.”
Without hesitation, Tyler took your hand, his grip gentle. “Let’s bounce. I know a better spot.”
Once inside his sleek, yet lovely home, the two of you shared sips of wine while gazing upon each other.
“Tyler, I want you right now,”
Tyler bites his lip at your boldness, and steps closer. “I'm yours, then,”
Your bodies stumbled onto the soft bed, as your lips crashed into his passionately, clothes tossed across the floor, and he grabbed a condom. While Tee approached you, as his hands gripped your hips from behind with that sinful smirk on his face.
Your gaze dropped on his dick, wide in grith, with pulsating veins wrapped around, up and down as his tip beaded with thick precum, your mouth watering at the sight of him, as your tongue flickered it off swiftly, prompting a 'fuck' from his mouth, his fingers under your jaw, in need of your warmth. Bringing you in, kissing you deeply.
"Ready?" Tyler asked, his voice deepened in an octave.
"I'm ready, boo." You spoke, your was bold, yet firm.
“That’s right, take it like you’re made for it,” Tyler groaned lowly, grinning at you.
The praise alone made your knees buckle, almost aching for something more, your pussy dripping just from giving him head, saying your name. It made you work harder, picking up the pace.
Tyler carefully slides the condom on his dick gently, as his gaze drops to you, and his hand tapped your ass twice, "Y\/N, push your hips back for me," he commanded, smirking at you.
Your hips pushed back toward him, as Tyler’s dick slid inside you from the back, eliciting wild moans from you, sending tingling vibrations through you, his head fell back on the pillow, fell in love with it. "Pussy's so tighttt.." Tyler gritted lowly, But he suddenly plowed into you, hips rolling at a rough pace, your body shaking, damn near thrashed on the sheets. Not on your knees. Your wet walls clenched tight. Just what you needed. "Moreee.." you moaned softly.
“Fuck, you want more?” he dragged out with a moan, but their heads fell back as they were both unable to focus due to your unholy sucking, back arched, knees bent, and slick pussy clenching, hebheld your hips tight to keep you still.
Glossy tears fell down your face, as Tyler thrusts were sloppy and deep, watching your wetness spill out, his dick disappearing like magic from your pussy, "Fuck... All Mine." as his hand snaked behind your neck, clutched it possessively, it sent a cold shiver down your spine, “Tyler! Fuck!” You dragged out with a moan, your body was hot, and heavy, your skin burned with desire, you kept going.
Pent-up feelings were finally set free, let loose. Desire is given to them in many positions, licks, and sucks, crazy fucking. “Mine!” you cried out, hands balled in the sheets. He became slow in their movement, as the bed creaked under the weight. “Mine..” He recited like a mantra, as you threw it back on him.
Soon enough your climax arrived quickly, and your wet, swollen pussy still clenching for more, “G-gonna come...” you said simply, pushing your ass back on him. Tyler buried himself deeper inside you, as he hitting the right spots, "Almost there, baby.." He soothed with a lip bite.
Tyler came into you, his cum filling the condom."Fuckkk, princess.." slowly withdrew, and took off the condom while lying on the bed, breathing heavily.
He slipped from your lips, breathing heavily while his eyes on you with concern, "You good?" he watched you nod weakly as your face softned with pleasure, grinning at them. Tyler pecked your lips softly, pulling away.
"Y-Yeah, I-I can't move," You croaked, slightly chuckling.
The male quickly pulled his sweatpants and boxers up, acting fast on their feet as before you drifted off to slumber.
Tyler carried you gently in his arms, headed for the bathroom, running you a bath, as the foam soap and hot water filled the tub, gently settling you inside, as you sighed blissfully.
“Thanks, Tyler.”
He stood up with a grin on his face, as you washed yourself clean. "Anytime, princess, anytimeee.." He drawled out, while he walked out of the bathroom.
Tyler went to the other bathroom and closed the door, the water began to run, as it was filled with silence and your gentle humming of a song he couldn't remember.
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CHAPTER ONE: FIRED HOE
Jacki pov:
I was sick of how they were treating me.
Here I was at the record label. The glass towers of Interscope. And most of all, in Paul Rosenberg my boss office. The man I reported to, fetched coffee for, scheduled meetings for, reorganized files and managed his damn moods for, nearly every day for the past eleven months.
I was his assistant. Quiet, reliable, overworked and now, apparently, disposable.
I didn't know I was being fired when I walked into his office that Monday morning. He hadn't said a word all weekend, even though we'd exchanged a dozen emails about some rollout logistics. But something was off. I could almost feel it.
He didn't even look at me when I walked in. Just motioned for me to sit.
And then he started talking. Slowly at first, like he was being forced to say something he didn't fully believe. Then with more bite. Like he'd been waiting to let this out.
"You're not a good fit for the label," he said, folding his hands neatly over the desk like he was the picture of professionalism. "You lack... patience. You're not easy to work with. And we've gotten complaints."
Complaints. That word rang in my head like a headache I knew exactly where this was going before he even said it.
One complaint, actually. From one person. Curtis Jackson.
He had just signed with Shady/Aftermath
Straight from the Southside of Queens, He walked in like he owned every room. People bowed their heads around him, not out of respect, but fear—or maybe because they wanted to fuck him. I didn't.
The first time I met him, I nodded and said, "Mr. Jackson, your meeting is in Studio B."
That's all. I was polite. Professional. But I didn't trip over myself. I didn't flatter him. I didn't giggle at his jokes or light his blunt like the interns did. I treated him like I treated everyone else.
That, apparently, was a problem.
A few days later, he asked me to personally deliver a box of blank tapes and studio notes to a hotel downtown. It was after 10 p.m. I had already stayed late. I told him I could have it delivered in the morning.
He looked at me like I'd spat in his face. I knew right then, I'd made an enemy.
Next thing I knew, Paul was calling me into his office and telling me I wasn't pro professional material.
I grew up in the south. I listened to mixtapes out of the trunks of cars. I knew the hustle, the grind, the struggle. the culture, just in a different form.
There had to be to this. Maybe I was the selfish one——
Or maybe it wasn't that.
But I wasn't sexy enough for their version. I wasn't seductive or submissive . I wore long skirts. I had thick glasses, acne scars. My body didn't curve in the right places.
Maybe Paul thought I was ugly. Maybe he was the type to fool around with his assistants—though I never saw it, I wouldn't be surprised. If I had looked different, maybe I'd have been treated different. Or maybe, just maybe, I was the perfect scapegoat for someone who didn't like being told no.
Curtis went to Paul, probably puffed up with indignation, and painted me as difficult. Said I had an attitude. Said I was disrespectful. And Paul, eager to keep the new money fucker happy, took it as gospel.
What hurt the most wasn't being let go. It was the hour Paul spent justifying it to me, word by word, as if I was too stupid to understand my own failure. He never once gave me the benefit of the doubt. Never once asked for my side. Because he didn't care. I wasn't important enough to listen to.
He said I lacked discipline. That I wasn't built for this world. That I didn't belong at Interscope—or anywhere near Aftermath.
He was right about one thing: I didn't belong there Not in a place where they didn't want me either way, Not in a place where I was expected to smile while being treated like shit
I walked out of that office with my head held high and rage churning in my chest. I said it under my breath, but I meant it: "Fuck Interscope. Fuck Aftermath. And fuck Paul Rosenberg."
I was done being the invisible girl, the one who did everything right and still got pushed aside.
All I ever wanted was to matter. To make something of myself. To walk into a room and not feel like I had to apologize for existing. I thought being in the music industry would finally prove that I was more than what I looked like. That I had value. But I was wrong. To them, I was just a quiet, awkward Black girl who didn't fit the fantasy.
They never saw me. Not really.
But I see me now.
And I made a promise to myself that day: I will matter. With or without them.
I don't need to sacrifice my dignity to be successful. I don't need to cater to egos or suck up to men with diamonds and demons. I will make a name for myself—not by begging to be let in, but by building my own door and walking through it.
I was never going to be the girl on the poster.
I would make them fucking pay for treating me like I was any less than any woman.
I had went to my office, I had tears running down my face crying as if a family or sort had died, a co worker who sat at a desk from me popped up staring at me. They seem to want to laugh, but I paid it no mind as I was just trying to leave.
Positive thoughts.
With a box in my hands I quickly left not caring to any decorations I had made around the desk, I only grabbed the important stuff like my purse a picture frame of my mother and personal computer that had to use to bring in. I could hear the thundering from outside but it didn't bother me, I continued walking down the halls passing all the shitty posters and records on the walls.
As I got down from the elevator to the lobby, I had a quick conversation with the receptionist, her name Adele, she and I were sorta acquainted. When she saw me she was confused.
"Oh my god boo why are you crying." She asked me as completely ignored the person trying to get her attention. I wanted to walk out, but I paused my step lifting up the Big computer that was in the box I was holding quickly. She came around the desk telling the dude who wanted to get her attention to hold on.
"He fired me because of that hood rat..." I argued in a whisper feeling nervous to say it out loud, I pushed my glasses above my eyes. " a year and a half in this company and I get treated like this." 11- was the correction but it almost made a year.
Adele looked at me with sympathy, "I'll talk to him." Her voice softened with me. Her red lipstick went into a nervous bite. "If you're thinking fucking him into giving me my job back your WRONG. that man is evil is probably a damn racist... but I'm not surprised he has that immature ass rapper as the head of this damn label."
"Angela..." She said my name as we were both still standing there. She looked off behind me but I could have cared less to what she was looking at. "I hope this bitch burns to the ground and so does that weak Eminem, that bomb ass nigga can't rap for shit!...you know I really thought I could stick it out and maybe become more than a assistant but they won't sign female artists on this bullshit ass label...just fucking dry and washed up, I promise you next week your gonna be next, that white mother fucker will probably complain about like Curtis did with me and say you breath too hard."
"Angela..." She called my name again. "Are you even listening to what I'm saying...are you gonna help me take this to the ca—" right when I tried around I was met with the curious face of Marshall Mathers known as Eminem in his entourage of friends seemed they were coming into the label. I'm probably overheard my big mouth, screaming at the top of my lungs, but I can't help it. My tears are dried up in the anger bitter bitch in me was coming apart. Anybody could get it.
These motherfuckers didn't care that I had a whole life and needed a job.
I glared back wondering what he was going to do, I had nothing to lose anymore and I was glad after all the nice shit I've done for him and Paul he was now hearing what I had to say about him. "The fuck you sweatin me for." He responded as he was confused. We hadn't had a deep relationship but again whenever he went Paul went and I went. We talked a couple times had a few conversations maybe even a few giggles but again he was just stuck up like the rest.
I took a foot closer. "Your heard me bitch." I gritted making the his friend—-proof or whatever the hell his name was began to laugh. I pushed past the groove making my way towards the door. I could hear Adele calling my name, but I ignored her like I said I don't need these people. I don't need the drama and I was simply out.
Can pay me $1 million to come back and like I said before these bitches were gonna regret ever losing me.
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Sexual content. Cussing degrading kink! Cheating. Mentions sa through the story and violence. Prepare yourself!!
He’s like the cream to my ——————————————-Oreo.”
"Jackie o as herself."
"——A hustler to the game.
a rough girl that came from the south,
tends to run from her feelings but deep down
wants love and less of what man
want from her body'"....
Alter ego: Jack the Ripper: /gangster bitch/ rutherless/ violent
"Marshall Mathers as himself."
"——the boy that doesn't falls in love easily, possesive but desperately wants to find a woman that's the soul version of him less crazy."....
Alter ego: Eminem lyricst/hit maker/ the orgin
Alter ego; slim shady crazy/ highsex drive/ dark humor/ unlover
Murder ink as themselves
Storyline
After being mistreated and shamed all her life, a nerdy girl named Angela Brookins changed her whole life around after being fired from an ex label, being different and jumping into new alter egos and of course starting shit between men to men.

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Britney Spears “I💜NY top.”
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Devante swing tattoo set 1.
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This includes, his tiger on his upper left shoulder, and his funny walking man with a gun, and his panther that’s on his chest—-HELP don’t ask why I decided to do this, I really am dedicated when making my sims look the role *wink* *wink* I would have added it in his sim dump….but…nah
This is only the first set, I will try my best to do his other arm tattoos…that fine ahh man loved him some tattoos ANYWAYS—-
Now if it’s shows up blurry let me know, I tested it—-and it looked fine but everybody graphics could be different! If you have high graphics I’d try to remake and maybe sharpen it a bit
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90s Devante swing sims save file
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Lil Kim “Vibe magazine.” Got dick top : PRESS ME
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Just a simple top and no this isn’t a set
The thong does not come with it, that’s base game!!
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Quick note: HELLO my loves, I just wanna say this is my start as a sims 4 cc creator, I am practicing and trying my best with this, I will get into 3d modeling my clothes with blender but right now I’m still trying to work the program. This was just just a little crumb or something I wanted to post, let me know if their is any problem with this top ;) and no it doesn’t take any more than 109kb of your storage
Alright my black Barbie until next xoxo —-Asia
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I am doing 2000s cc for the sims in the future!!!
This could have been better graphic but I was in a rush *cries*

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Aaliyah and Britney Spears made by me!!
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Nicole Wray - if I were girlfriend MV “2004”
“A catchy underrated tune that fits the glitter 70s aesthetic. Nicole Wray is also a beautiful siren singer which gives the song an edge feeling. This is definitely the say so to her Doja cat.”
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Nicole Wray - if I were girlfriend MV “2004”
“A catchy underrated tune that fits the glitter 70s aesthetic. Nicole Wray is also a beautiful siren singer which gives the song an edge feeling. This is definitely the say so to her Doja cat.”
Graphics and gifs made by me. Feel free to repost and to check out my playlist which is in my bio.
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Extra character aesthetics from book characters and album covers as well. I know I haven’t been posting but I’ll try my best, can’t wait to show you guys not only my sim characters but more graphics of my books!!
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SEXY REDD
"Boy you know
this ass super fat!"
.... Sexy Redd. - get I sexy ....

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Cassie, so pretty
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