#OC writing prompts

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Love Language Writing Prompts Part 1: Words of Affirmation

“I find it hard to say ‘I love you,’ so instead I say…”

“You look really pretty today.”

“You inspire me every day to be better.”

“Your smile brightens my day.”

“If I were to say my favorite thing about you… it’d be your [insert thing(s)].”

“You have value, don’t let anyone ever convince you otherwise.”

“You’re so talented, it amazes me.”

“I wrote a poem/song about you, I hope the lyrics convey how I feel right.”

“I am so grateful you are my friend.”

“Thank you for being in my life.”

“I love the sound of your laugh.”

“You’re so easy to be myself around.”

“I love watching you do something you’re passionate about—the light in your eyes is just so beautiful.”

“Please continue talking.”

“Have I ever told you how funny I find your jokes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

[heyitslapis]

When your OCs are nervous to meet each other's parents/family for the same fear (what if they hate me?) but for opposite reasons

[ros-writing-prompts]

Character A: climbing pipes and jumping through windows to get into B's house because that's what they're used to

Character B: finds them and walks them back out through the front door and tells them to come in through the front door this time

[laurendoessomewriting]

Taylor

Questions from this post!

What motivates your character? Taylor is mainly motivated by the need to see everyone around her being happy and fulfilled. However, she doesn't let that need overpower her own needs, and she makes sure to fill her cup before pouring into others. She's also motivated by the desire to find a partner/Dom who fits well with her and who she can build a full, healthy relationship with. She really wants a family one day, so most of what she does also feeds into paving the way for that want to become a reality.

How does the public view them? Most people view Taylor as being a perpetual optimist, which she usually is. She's also viewed as being a talented English teacher who cares deeply about her students. Taylor is also viewed as being a good and competent sub, someone who is both fun and safe to play with in either casual/one-time or ongoing dynamics.

Is your character an optimist or pessimist? Taylor is definitely an optimist. She tries to see the good in people and situations, even when there doesn't seem to be much good to be found. But she's not blindly optimistic, she does know that the world really sucks sometimes and that some people are dealt really shitty hands, but she does her best to make the world around her a little better for herself and everyone in it.

Does your character care about their reputation and/or how others perceive them? Taylor does care about her reputation, probably more than she reasonably should. In her professional life as a teacher, she wants to be perceived as someone who cares about her students and the girls she coaches in volleyball, as well as she wants to be seen as both a competent teacher and coach. In her personal life as a friend and daughter, she wants to be seen as someone who's dependable and caring. In her private life as a sub, she wants to be seen as a reliable educator in the local kink community, and as someone who is safe to play with.

Is your character more of a family or friends person? Taylor tends to balance her friend-family life pretty well. She loves her family (she and her parents call themselves the three musketeers, and she gets on well with most of her extended family as well), and she loves her friends (both her kinky and non-kinky friends. she tends to keep the two separate, for the most part).

What, if anything, sticks out about their appearance? The only thing that really sticks out about Taylor's appearance is that she's petite, about 5'4" and 125 lbs. She also has pale blonde hair, but there's nothing that super sticks out about her appearance.

Is your character good with kids? Taylor is very good with kids, both with the kids (high school students) that she teaches and coaches, and also her friends' kids (namely Thomas and Amanda's child(ren)).

What are some internal obstacles that your character has to overcome? Taylor frequently has to overcome her anxiety in order to live her life as fully as she wants to. It took her a while to get into the kink community, mostly because she kept feeling anxious about being an "outsider" trying to "break into" the community. But she's on medication and in therapy to try to curb the worst of it.

What emotion does your character feel most frequently? Before the story proper, Taylor experiences a lot of anxiety and worry about various things. During the story, she experiences a lot of happiness and contentment, especially once she and Elliot start dating.

If your character is an antagonist or something of the like, do they self-justify their actions? If so, how? Taylor isn't an antagonist, and she rarely does things that could be considered questionable. But she does try to rationalize a lot of her behaviors, even the 'normal' ones, mostly because of her anxiety.

What events in their past helped shape and influence them into who they are today? Well, there's a lot. There's her education, graduating from high school and undergrad and then eventually going on to get her masters and one day her PhD in education. There's also her entry into the local kink community, and meeting Thomas, who she had her first BDSM scene with. There's her last relationship before she meets Ben and then Elliot, which wasn't a great relationship for her. She doesn't really have a whole lot of negative experiences that have shaped her life, she knows that she's very lucky to have been shaped by good experiences.

What are some of your character's pet peeves? Taylor is a stickler for spelling and grammar, especially as an English teacher. She also can't stand people chewing with their mouths open, or when people are jerks to kids or animals or are jerks to anyone, really.

Okay, I hit the text character limit with this post so I need to do another one for Taylor. I'll probably have to do multiple posts for all of my characters, oops.

[rae-butter]

Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

[urfriendlywriter]

smutty prompts cus u asked for it ;)

(holy shii, MDNI please! feel free to use<333 tag me when yall write plsss especially 3! 6, 9,10, 12, 13 fckk. !!)

"that's my good girl."

when they're groaning and cursing into your ear >>>> [very demureee.]

"fuck, you're soaking wet for me, baby."

their fingers curling into all the right places.

leaning back with their legs spread apart as they ask, with a smirk, "are you just going to stare, sweetheart?"

"that's," they groan, pressing their visible bulge over your stomach, "that, darling, is what you do to me."

"do you wish to see me on my knees? Is that it, darling?" [YES. yes. AND YES.]

your heel on their chest, pressing them down to the floor. "Beg. Maybe I'll consider."

^ they kiss ur ankle, and up your calves. "Please, baby.." the desperate tone but that dominant, humiliating fire in their gaze promising something sinister after.

"aren't you such a tease? I'm jerking off to that picture of you, and it's all your fault." [yall read rina kent' books?? rina verse men jerking off>>> fck Aiden and Ronan.]

their fingers tipping ur chin up, caressing your jaw and their thumb slowly parts your lips, dipping it into your mouth!!

^ "that pretty little mouth of yours..." followed by a dark gaze or a chuckle!!! FVKFKDKF.

^ "I'm going to fuck that mouth, baby. may i do that?" [two hands the phone yall]

their proud, predatory gaze on you, their lips curling into a smirk, "you--" they rub the lipstick on your mouth, "are such a pretty mess for me, darling."

"eyes open. keep looking."

^ and in the mirror--it's their large hand splayed across your abdomen, another wrapped around your perking nip. as they thrust into you, hard, slow, deep. their teeth sinking into ur neck.

maintaining eye contact as they gather the wetness from between your legs with their fingers and they're sucking them off with a satisfied hum.

^ "fuck, sweetheart." they smear it all over their lips, breathing heavy, and lean down to kiss you with it!!? [sad core cus i aint experience this yet :']

neck grabs, deep grunts, a desperate rolling of their hips against yours, "you wanna cum, yeah? cum for me, baby."

arms over their head, mouth gaping while they groan, pressing and thrusting themselves up into you. "Just, like that, oh.. god."

[luna-azzurra]

Some Tips for writing internal conflict

Wanting Two Things at Once Imagine your character really wants to chase after something big, like a dream school, a major opportunity, or maybe even moving to a new city. But at the same time, they’re terrified of leaving behind everything they’ve ever known. Or maybe they’re in a relationship that’s holding them back, but they can’t bring themselves to let go. Show them getting pulled in two directions, torn between their ambition and their fear of losing the people or places that ground them.

Right vs. Wrong Sometimes, your character will know deep down what the right choice is, but it’s the most difficult one to make. Like, maybe they see someone getting bullied and know they should stand up, but doing so could make them a target. Or maybe they have to decide between helping a friend and doing something that could ruin their own future. These moral dilemmas create intense internal conflict because it forces them to question who they are and what they stand for.

Doubting Themselves We all have moments where we wonder if we’re enough, smart enough, strong enough, brave enough. Let your character wrestle with that same doubt. Maybe they’re the kid who has always been told they’re special, but now they’re in a place where everyone is just as good, and they start to wonder if they even belong. Or maybe they’ve been through something tough, and they’re not sure if they can bounce back. These moments of insecurity make your character feel human, like they’re trying to figure it all out, just like everyone else.

Dreams vs. Fears Show your character dreaming big but getting frozen by their own fears. It’s like wanting to ask someone out but being terrified of rejection, or wanting to move away for college but being scared to leave home. Let them imagine all the things that could go wrong , that moment when fear makes them doubt if they should even try. But also show their desire burning just as strong, making it impossible to ignore. That’s the heart of internal conflict: they’re stuck between wanting something so bad and being afraid of what it’ll cost to go after it.

Beliefs Being Challenged As your character grows, the world will start challenging their beliefs. Maybe they grew up in a family that drilled certain values into them, and now they’re meeting people who see things differently. Or maybe they’re experiencing something new, and it’s changing their perspective. It’s like when you think you have everything figured out, and then life throws something at you that makes you go, "Wait, maybe I’ve been wrong this whole time." This kind of internal conflict is powerful because it forces the character to question who they’ve always been.

Keeping Secrets If your character is hiding something, like a mistake they made, feelings they’re afraid to admit, or a truth they don’t want to face, that secret becomes a huge part of their internal conflict. The fear of being found out or of dealing with the consequences can create a constant pressure in their mind. Maybe they’re scared they’ll lose their friends if the truth comes out, or maybe they’re dealing with guilt they can’t shake. The tension comes from their battle to keep it hidden while knowing they can’t keep it locked away forever.

Pressure from Everyone Your character might feel like they’re trapped between what they want for themselves and what everyone else wants from them. It could be pressure from parents, who have their whole future planned out, or pressure from friends to fit in or follow the crowd. Maybe your character wants to be true to themselves, but they’re scared of disappointing people or standing out too much. This kind of internal conflict is super relatable because, at some point, everyone feels like they’re stuck between living for themselves and living for others.

Fear of Failing Sometimes the biggest obstacle isn’t the external challenge but the internal fear of failure. Your character might have big dreams, but they’re paralyzed by the thought of messing up. Whether it’s competing in a sport, performing on stage, or just trying something new, the fear of not being good enough can be overwhelming. Maybe they’re afraid that if they fail, everyone will see them differently, or worse, that they’ll see themselves differently. The internal conflict comes from their desire to succeed battling against their crippling fear of failure.

[euthymiaaa]

— slow burn for friends to lovers˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

aaaa slow burn man, enjoy LOL

delicate hugs, but they linger longer the more both of you do it

"why are you staring? is there something on my face?"

gently pushing their hair behind their ear to see their face better

handholding where your hands are intertwined tightly with theirs

late night calls where one of you accidentally falls asleep

them reading you like an open book, especially knowing when you're going through difficult times

"i can't imagine who i'd be without you in my life"

wanting more physical affection yet you don't want to overstep

yearning to constantly be in their presence

platonic sleepovers that somehow ends up with you waking up with their arms around you

buying matching jewelry, but it doesn't mean anything right?

getting extremely worried when they get physically hurt

memorizing their coffee/tea order so you can buy it for them every morning

"you're so oblivious aren't you"

accidentally staring a bit too long at their lips

watching your favorite movies together

singing your favorite love song to them as if you are truly dedicating the song to them

"you drew stars around my scars" (cardigan by taylor swift)

feeling like your complete self when you're with them

sharing each other's clothes (especially hoodies)

hearing rumors that they have a crush and desperately hoping that it is you who they are crushing on

the urge to confess to them whenever you see them, yet you fear losing them

"what are we to each other?"

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Do I write for my Doctor Who/Sarah Jane Adventures OC Molly or one of the Harry Potter OCs that I haven't written yet for Prompt-oween Day 7's ghost story prompt?

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Love Language Writing Prompts Part 3: Gift-Giving

“It’s hard to say ‘I love you’ so instead I…”

Pick up or grab cool trinkets for a loved one that loves building.

Purchase an item they noticed their friend eying the whole time while at the store.

Baking fav treats for a loved one when the loved one is sick/sad/etc.

Buy books related to a loved one’s specific interest(s) all the time.

A jewelry making character making a necklace with something reminiscent of them/the receiver/their dynamic with the receiver.

Parent characters getting the puppy for their kid.

Parent character purchasing classes for their kid that is really interested in honing a specific talent.

Pick up rocks or sticks or leaves they find that they think their loved one might like.

A child character making a cute card for their caretaker.

A caretaker character building a treehouse for their kid.

Getting a loved one their favorite snack that they haven’t had in a while.

An older sibling gifting to a younger sibling a childhood toy they really loved and cherished (and the little sibling taking extra great care of it).

A seamstress character taking old clothes of a loved one and turning it into either a big beautiful quilt or a new piece of clothing.

A character gifting a loved one a bike or skates or something in order to teach them how to do that thing.

Character that gives gifts to a loved one that is fighting back from relapse for every month that they are clean.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Phrases/Actions that make me drop to my knees, ready to submit.

All 18+ Prompts- Please tag me if you use any cause I wanna read filth :)

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl/boy.”

“You’re mine.”

“Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs. (Consent is so fucking hot and important)

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately.

Dragging one of their nails down the side of your neck and then middle of your chest.

“Please mark me, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

When they murmur pure filth into your ear while they’re touching you.

Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.

Hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another.

“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.

Smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch.

“My little slut to ruin.”

Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately.

Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt.

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.”

Soft, lazy kisses and innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you just can’t resist each other.

“This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.

Want a Part 2?

[hana-no-seiiki]

rich! yandere with an easily bribeable reader.

reader: i think we should go our separate ways... i found someone new and-

yandere: no problem, thing is i just bought a few (favorite animals) and it'd be so depressing taking care of them all on my own yknow

reader: - I can dump them no problem. So... when do I meet the kids--

[ros-writing-prompts]

Main character who is dead set on believing they are the comedic relief side character

[laurendoessomewriting]

Ben

Questions from this post!

What motivates your character? Ben is motivated by a lot of things. He's motivated by his love of craft beer, and his love of BDSM, as well as a general kindness for everyone because of the grief he's still experiencing after his mom's death. He's also motivated by a want to reconnect with his father, who left Ben and his mother when Ben was young.

How does the public view them? (Doesn't have to be anything major, it could be classmates, friends, strangers in the park, etc.) People probably view Ben as having a little bit of a "bad boy" aesthetic, but he's really a boy next door type with a Dominant streak.

Is your character an optimist or pessimist? For all that Ben probably could be a pessimist, he tends to have a glass-half-full point of view on most things.

Does your character care about their reputation and/or how others perceive them? The only things Ben really cares about is that the local kink community thinks he's a good person and Dom, that his friends think he's a good and reliable friend, and that he's known as being a qualified professional in his work life.

Is your character more of a family or friends person? Ben doesn't really have much in the way of family after his dad left when he was young and his mom died when he was 19 or 20. He might have a couple of distant uncles, but that's it. Ben has always had great friends, though. He's always been close with his best friend and fellow Dom, Elliot, and his mentor and another fellow Dom, Robert.

What, if anything, sticks out about their appearance? Ben is tall, probably around 6' tall. He also tends to wear a lot of leather jackets, he has several different styles, so he tends to have a "bad boy"/biker dude aesthetic. Besides that he's rather ordinary looking.

Is your character good with kids? Ben hasn't really been around many kids in his adult life, so he doesn't know. He does meet Thomas and Amanda's kid(s) though, and they seem to like him well enough, and everyone seems to think that he'd be good with kids.

What are some internal obstacles that your character has to overcome? Ben has anxiety, social anxiety, which makes it really hard to run a brewery, even though he does an amazing job with it, even the social aspect. So he's always working on that. And he's still working through the grief of his mom's death. It's been ten years, and anniversaries of her death have always been hard for him.

What emotion does your character feel most frequently? An emotion that Ben has felt most frequently over the past 10 years is grief. He's in therapy about it, and has been for most of the past 10 years, but it still knocks him down sometimes, especially on the anniversary of his mom's death.

If your character is an antagonist or something of the like, do they self-justify their actions? If so, how? Ben isn't an antagonist, but when he was first grieving his mom's death, he did/said a lot of shitty things to people, and he tried to use his grief to justify said shitty actions. Luckily he met Elliot and Robert, who made him realize that just because he's grieving doesn't mean he gets a free pass to be shitty to other people.

What events in their past helped shape and influence them into who they are today? Ben's dad left him and his mom when he was young, about 5 or 6 years old. It was Ben's birthday, and his dad left to "go get milk" to go with his birthday cake or something and he just never came back. Ben's parents went through a formal divorce process, but Ben personally never saw his dad again until he was 31 or 32. Also, Ben's mom died when he was 19 or 20, so that grief definitely changed him, as he was definitely a mama's boy. Meeting Elliot and Robert and getting into the local kink community also changed him, definitely for the better, because he learned so much about himself and how to express those parts of himself.

What are some of your character's pet peeves? Ben gets peeved by people talking over other people and ignoring what others have to say, as well as when people are jerks to other people. He also hates when people don't use their blinkers while driving.

Who is the closest person to your character? Elliot and Robert.

How did they become so close? Robert was Elliot and Ben's mentor when they were first getting into BDSM and the local kink community. Elliot and Robert helped Ben get his act together after his mom died, and helped turn him into the man and Dom he is today by being super supportive of him and stepping in as the family he didn't really have.

What habits does your character have? Good habits - Ben works out regularly, partially because of the physical benefits, but also because of the mental health benefits. Ben is a bit of a neat freak, and he keeps his space very clean and tidy as a result.

What is your character's relationship with their family? Ben doesn't have much in the way of blood family. His dad left when he was young and Ben doesn't try to seek him out until he's in his early 30s, when he feels like he's finally over his anger at his dad for leaving him and his mom. Ben tries to repair that relationship, but then he comes to realize his dad is just an asshole and he doesn't want him involved in his life. Ben's friends, especially Elliot, Robert, and eventually Taylor, and even more eventually Drew, become his family.

Overall, is there anything special or peculiar about your character compared to others in your story? Not really. Ben is really the only character who's covered in tattoos, or mostly covered.

Who/what comforts your character? Elliot and Robert and usually the first people Ben turns to for comfort, but he's also found that a good cry, ice cream, and reruns of his favorite tv show/movie also do the trick.

Summarize your character's goals in one sentence. Ben wants to be the best friend, craft beer guy, and Dom that he can be.

Who's in the way of those goals? The only one who gets in the way of Ben's goals is Ben himself. He has a hard time believing he deserves the good things in life, even though his friends are eventually able to convince him that he does deserve those things.

What is your character's relationship with their emotions? Ben has a good relationship with his emotions now, but it wasn't always that way. He struggled with his grief a lot, and sometimes on anniversaries it still overwhelms him. But for the most part he's pretty balanced, emotions-wise.

What regrets do they have, if any? (From any part of the story, not just exposition.) Ben's only regret is that he wasn't there when his mom died. It was very sudden, probably an accident of some kind, but he didn't find out until after she had already passed.

If your character is at a loud, people-filled party, how would they act? Ben has social anxiety, so he'd probably be in a corner chatting with the one or two people he knows at the party, or he'd be hanging out with the party-thrower's dog, if there's a dog present.

From childhood to their current age, how has your character changed? Ben has gone from being someone who was very reliant on his mom to someone who is able to overcome obstacles on his own (with the support of his friends). He still has anxiety, always has, probably always will, but he's also come a long way in trying to overcome that.

What is the main setting of your story and how does it impact your character? The main setting of the story is the kink club The Space. Ben spends a lot of time there once he moves back to the city, both as a hangout spot and as a place that he and Taylor (and eventually he and Drew) have most of their scenes.

[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #2892

"I can't fucking stand you."

"So sit," the villain crooned. "Or kneel! That's always something I prefer to see."

[henneseyhoe]

Sunshine

Aaron Pierre x BLACK!FEM!Reader

ORDER:Coffee (Smut) Tea (Fluff), Strawberry Cheesecake (Hair Pulling) , Jelly Filled Donut (Creampie) , Vanilla Beignet (Blind To Love) and a Brownie (Sunny vs Grumpy) served by Terry Richmond.

SUMMARY: Shitty jobs are made worth it cause pretty, funny girls exist!(ig idk chile)

The Bakery<3

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“How the hell do you deal with that?”

Was what people would ask Terry when they saw you two together. You were loud, anyone could hear your laugh from miles away and your smile radiated bright happiness that annoyed most, especially in your field of work. You were enthusiastic about nearly everything, seeing the bright side to dark situations that some just couldn’t bear. Maybe that’s why Terry held onto you the way he did. He even gave you the nickname ’Sunshine’ to show.

Everything that was listed, he indeed was not. He was not happy go lucky, he was not enthusiastic about things he had to do and he definitely wasn’t looking on the bright side, for reasons that could probably be justified.

When he was happy, it was mostly because of you. You were best friends (or he was definitely YOUR best friend) and working together in close proximity made it so much easier for Terry to get use to you. It was hard for Terry not to crack a smile when you were constantly in a good mood, bouncing off the walls. You found the spots in him that were soft and poked at them until he gave in, you learned his humor and kept him laughing when he didn’t want to.

He couldn’t lie, he was growing accustomed to being with you, he could even say he loved having you around (he would probably never say that out loud) . He just couldn’t help but feel a little warmth in his chest when you were near, butterflies in his stomach when you made eye contact with him. Little did he know, you felt the same.

Your heart beat down on your rib cage faster than it was on your first mission. You loved a challenge, and Terry was exactly that, testing your abilities to be professional, dangerous, light on your feet, but also keeping your brand of being the happy person you were.

Whenever Terry came into work, even if it was just to train, you were up in his face cracking jokes like you hadn’t just ran two miles. Of course because he was a rank higher than you, he use to send you on about your way the first few times, a little annoyed with your presence and attitude until realizing he couldn’t get rid of you even if he tried. You were everywhere and the crew was slowly growing a liking to you too.

You were like a leech, as he would describe. A cuddly and cute one, but a leech nonetheless.

Coming up on the date of the official homecoming for soldiers, it was time to head back to your respective states and you offered Terry a day to spend with just the two of you, enjoying the scenery of downtown and all it had to offer..as friends, Which he accepted after a huff (which was obviously faked, his ass was happy you asked) . Somehow, Terry found himself not wanting to leave when night had came. Something he had NEVER felt before, and he hated it. He hated that he knew it was because of you too, nothing else. Hell, he didn’t even like the state he was in, he was ready to go when he landed.

Babysitting a beer in your hand, you two sit close around the fireplace of your apartment, or what was yours till tomorrow.

“Feel like we been here forever” He breaks the silence, sipping on his drink while staring at the flicker of the fire in front of you both.

You shrug.

“It kinda has been? Seven months, two weeks, five days, and 21 hours is a long time!” You nod, Terry giving you a look before stifling out the chuckle he tried so hard not to free. You smile, satisfied at how easy it was to make him laugh now.

“So!…You ready to go home to the missus?”

Terry raises a brow, swallowing the bitter drink in his mouth. “Missus?”

You hum, waiting for an answer, but he never confirmed.

“Yeah. I mean, you never said anything about a wife or a kid, but I just assumed-“

“Never said because I don’t have” He interrupts, laughing. He couldn’t even imagine what about him gave husband. He didn’t wear a ring, on the right finger at least, and he thought the flirting he did confirmed him to be single already..Or what he thought was flirting. The making sure you ate and drank every day and teasing about how many push ups you could do didn’t really connect the dots for you. You were looking for a more forward approach considering he was a blunt man.

“What the hell about me made you think I was married with a kid?”

You laugh along with him to save yourself the embarrassment. Truthfully, you asked on purpose to see if he was single or not. To your surprise, no one had snatched him up yet.

“I-…I don’t know. I just see a nigga like you and just expect it” You respond, the palms of your hands already sweating. Your body was once again defying you, you felt like you were in highschool again.

Terry’s laugh shrunk until it was no more and his eyebrows rose at your statement. “A nigga like me?”

“…Yeah. Ya know…” You trail off, shyly looking away. By now regret had already set in your stomach for bringing up shit and snooping in his business. It would have been easier to search his name in the database and read his files, keeping your stalker shit on the low.

“Hm…Elaborate, sunshine. I wanna know what that mean” He presses, his squinted eyes searching for yours, but you refused to give in and see what may have been rejection.

“Look” You huff, shaking your head. “I just mean…You are a very handsome man, and I expected you to be…spoken for? Can you even say spoken for when talking about a man?”

You both laugh, but tension was still thick in the air, you just didn’t know what kind of tension it would turn to. Whether sexual or awkward tension, your nerves were getting worse by the second.

Terry on the other hand seemed cool as a cucumber, his tongue subtly tracing the rim of his beer bottle as he thought to himself before taking his last drink, finishing the beverage off.

“I don’t think so, but still. I appreciate that…so”

“So…”

He tilts his head. You could see it all from your peripheral view. His strong presence demanded attention from you. It was like that while working and it happened to never change outside of it.

“You aren’t spoken for?” He asks, his shoulder softly bumping yours to pull an answer quicker.

You shake your head, simultaneously setting down your bottle.

“Not since a year ago. Maybe if it was possible to pack a niggas dick with you when you leave for work, it wouldn’t be inside your bestfriend, right?”

“…You shittin’ me?” He leans, almost shocked that anyone would dare to cheat on you. Not only because of the person you were on the inside, but also because you could be classified as a high threat even while ass naked. That’s just the type of woman he wouldn’t cross, even at his rank.

“Nope, deadass”

“Damn..” He mumbles. “Whatever nigga out here silly enough to let little miss sunshine walk the earth without being right behind her need his ass beat. Shit, i’ll do it for you actually”

You giggle. “You’re silly”

“Nah, I’m serious”

Who knew that conversation alone would end with you getting ate out by someone you considered a friend, someone who you looked up to just a little, someone who just admitted he’d fuck somebody up for you…maybe giving it up was justifiable.

On the couch with your legs spread to each side, you forced yourself to open your eyes and bask in reality as Terry began the journey of taking you apart and putting you back together again. He placed soft kisses around your lips and on your clit before he licked long strings from your entrance, then sucked, earning a soft gasp from you.

His hands gripped your thick thighs while holding them apart, his strength not allowing you to hide from him at all. He wanted to taste all you had to offer, his tongue doing all the hard work slithering inside of your warm walls as his nose nudged your clit. You tensed up with every nudge, watching as he freely put his face in it. He made it messy enough to admire when he pulled his mouth off of you, your pussy glistening like he just doused you in oil.

“Look at that, mmm” There was a grumble that came deep from within his throat. His green eyes on you made it so hard not to be bothered even with him not doing anything, your poor clit jumping with excitement as he spread your lips open.

“She happy to see me, huh?”

You moan and nod eagerly, bringing your hand to your mouth to suck on a finger. Terry smiles at that, sharp teeth flashing from under his lips. He just wanted to bite you all over.

“Yeah, I know. When the last time you had some?”

“I-I don’t remember” And you truly couldn’t. Nothing worth remembering.

“Yeah? Imma make sure you remember this shit” He ends off with a bite to your thigh, almost as if he was warning you for what’s to come before he dove back into your heat, slurping up your soaked clit. Your belly was doing summersaults, you could barely contain your volume. It seemed Terry didn’t care about his.

When he ate, he made noise. He moaned, grunted, groaned. He was having just as much fun as you.

Your legs had began to shake the longer he was down there, your hands gripping onto the top of his white tank since that was all you had to hold on to after he practically ripped your oversized shirt off of you beforehand, and you feared ruining the couch if you got to pulling on it.

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m so close” You struggled to keep your eyes on him even with his staring back up at you, low lidded and dark. They beckoned you to stay, but pleasure had came rolling through like natural disaster and wiped all thought from your brain, leaving you a shaking, blubbering mess.

His mouth pulled off of you and his hand moved in place of it, rubbing your clit in tight circles.

“Feel it, baby. Let it happen” He coos as you fight against his hand, thighs closing around his wrist which he just smacked away and kept at it until he felt he was done.

“Stop moving, let that shit happen, baby”

You felt like you were literally about to float to heaven, back arching up off of the couch just to get away from the overstimulation.

“Okay! Fuck!”

He moves his hand and allows you to go through the motions, twitching until that special feeling left your center. “Good job, pretty girl” A kiss from him was placed beside your opened mouth as heavy breathing left you.

He gave you time to recover while undressing himself, items of clothing fluttering to the ground until he was in nothing but his shorts.

Your eyes never left his length as it bobbed out of the bottoms. You hadn’t even noticed there was nothing under the shorts till now..So all of that print you were eyeing was all him. He was nothing little, nothing that you had ever seen before and it almost made you ask if that was all of it, hoping he had added something extra, if possible. You wanted to taste him, to lick up the dribbling precum from his tip and test if you could take him in your mouth first, but Terry desperately wanted to be inside you. You protested, pulling him in and stroking his shaft to solicit him into going your way, but he was stern, nearly completely ignoring your advances and lifting you to your feet.

You yelped, legs wobbly from your first orgasm, but you had no need to worry about falling because you were lifted off of your feet as fast as you got on them.

“D-don’t drop me!”

You begged, holding onto him while he bounced you to catch you in the right position to fuck you good, your legs swinging over his arms and his hands cupping your soft ass.

“I gotchu, baby”

He reassured as he kisses your lips. You could smell and taste yourself all on him, slightly sweet and herbal from the beer. All while sucking on his tongue, you felt the tip of him swipe against your entrance, your heart beating so hard in your chest that you were convinced he could hear it, and it was the same for him. He couldn’t wait to feel you, to be connected in other ways than just conversation and friendship. He longed to know what it would be like, and when he got a taste, there was no turning back from then on. Not that he would want to, anyway.

There was no way you were getting away from him. You were strong, but Terry was strong. The man trained relentlessly and always being on his toes payed off at work and apparently in the bedroom too.

Your thighs ached with a burning sensation as he bounced you on his long dick effortlessly, the tip of him kissing your cervix ever so slightly, but he knew good enough not to hit it dead on, fearing hurting you in the process. You appreciate the thoughtfulness, seeing as you were already losing the part of your brain that made thought out decisions.

“So fucking deep!”

You cried out weakly, nails scratching down his broad shoulders, creating red streaks he’d try to hide with a long sleeve the morning after, the feeling of you still dancing on his tongue as he got dressed. He grunts, palms squeezing the fat of your ass as his pace never seemed to falter. He was determined to get you there. To feel you cum around his dick so hard that the neighbors would wonder if you were hurt, that they would think about calling the cops just to check on you.

“Cmon, baby. You a big girl, take this dick like I know you can” He encouraged you sweetly, voice unshaken and stable as if the ribbon of release in the pit of his stomach wasn’t threatening to come undone, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

It wasn’t long until he decided to change the position and lay you on your stomach instead, a soft pillow placed underneath your hips to make sure you could meet his height and your ass stayed up right for him. Before he entered back into your warmth, he took his time to spread your cheeks and licking up whatever your pussy had started to drip, earning whiny, pathetic mewls from you.

He licked from your clit to the winking rim of your asshole, the tip of his tongue circling around it before going back down to your sensitive bud, teasingly suckling on it softly.

You drooled into your sheets. You knew you looked so damn stupid right now, but you couldn’t help it with how he was turning you every way but loose.

“Taste so fucking good”

He says from behind you, fully standing now with a hand in your silk press and the other laid directly in the middle of your back to help that arch. He didn’t even have to guide his dick into you, you were so wet and open for him already that all he did was wind his hips back to line up with you and push forward.

You could swear your breath was being sucked out of your lungs with each inch he dropped into you. It felt so good that you could almost ignore him pulling on your hair, forcing your head back to meet him for a slow, nasty kiss.

“Fuck- My hair, Terry!” You whined against his plump lips, one of your hands reaching for his wrist, but the tugging only made it worse for you. The sharp stinging in your scalp oddly satisfied something within you, your clit twitching at the newfound feeling.

“Fuck it. I’ll pay for it” He grunts, his teeth tugging at the bottom of your lip.

You both kissed with teeth and all as he fucked you, your ass loudly clapping back on his toned body with every thrust. He felt every motion of it, the waves clashing with his hips so mesmerizing that he couldn’t help but wanna stare.

As he pulled away from your lips, he opted to grab a hold of your throat instead, your moans immediately getting caught.

He made sure to grab you by the part where it was safe to hold, safe enough to where you could still breathe a little, but still got the sensation to feel held.

“Why-“ You managed to choke out, yet you couldn’t finish a sentence.

He cracked an almost cocky smile then moaned out a curse, his dick violently throbbing inside of you and reaching beyond what you thought was gonna be his limit.

“Why what? Spit it out, ma” He teased, his low cut nails almost scratching up the side of your throat when his thrusts got more fluid, the man putting way more wine into every collision.

You began to cry out, him muffling them slightly by letting go of you and pushing your head down into the bed. He only fucked you harder when your arch fell with your hips, your legs giving out as your pussy cried right along with you.

This position had you feeling everything. From the tip of him grazing your gspot to the veins that traveled up his dick and massaged your walls, giving you texture that you never felt before.

Him demanding a word out of you was like speaking to a brick wall. You had already came without warning, now you were just wetting up the sheets with incoherent words spilling from your mouth. He imagined you fucked out under him like this plenty of times before but he never knew it’d feel and look this good.

“Shit! Keep doing that and imma cum” He warns, but that’s exactly what you wanted. You wanted to feel him fill you up to the point you were leaking. You began purposely clenching around him, the first squeeze prompting him to lay a smack on your ass, and the second one making his hips stutter against you. He could feel himself becoming lighter, a swirl of heat blooming in the bottom of his stomach.

“Nut in this pussy, baby. Let me feel it, please” You begged hopelessly, doing your best to keep a good hold on his dick until he released with a loud groan, grinding his hips into your ass. You could feel each and every spurt of his cum being released inside you, warmth and fullness is what laid in the bottom of your belly.

“Mmm, fuck” His hips bucked one last time before he was pulling out with a grunt, large hands gripped on your ass and spreading you apart to see what he had done to you.

“So pretty. Push it out” He demanded, and you abided by it, pushing his cum out of you until you no longer felt full.

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💌- I’m criiine, this was supposed to be a headcannon too- LMFAOAOA. and yall wonder why i take so long, lawd. i told yall, i cannot do shit right smh. Anyway! i hope you liked this, homegirl 😭 i also managed to get this out before my first college class so hallelujah! *does ring shout*. also this was the longest smut i wrote in a whiiile lmfao. a whole 3k+ words so yaaay! eb clap for henny and wish her luck on this class 😋