#Terry’s birthday bash

[dc418writes]

•Lemons & Limes•

✨Pairing✨: Terrence Richmondxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Safe to say, maybe you shouldn’t be left alone…and you should probably listen to your husband

🚨: mention of a deceased relative, pretty much all fluff💕

A/N🎤: hi☺️! So this is my submission for Terry’s Birthday Bash created by @megamindsecretlair ! I think it’s such a great and sweet idea that’ll definitely add some much needed fun to the community🌸! Feel free to participate if you’d like, and don’t forget to support the other submissions!

*DISCLAIMER!: I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

You just had to mess with that electrical panel.

All you had to do was wait until Terry came home so he could try to figure out what happened, - like he told you to do - but no. That overly confident, hyper-independent part of you was so convinced you could fix it after recalling an episode of some home renovation show that you half watched as you occasionally dozed off.

“Seems easy enough, I just flip the switch off and on, and things should work again,” you said to yourself as you opened the mounted panel. Sure enough, all the lights in the house switched off after pushing the large black switch to the left. When you pushed it to the right though, you were still surrounded by darkness. You tried again, and again, yet still nothing prompting your subdued panic to boil over.

Now here you sat in your husband’s Ford truck, nervously twirling your thumbs around themselves as you waited for him to get you both checked in at a nearby hotel. And of all days, on his birthday.

The chill of the night air briefly touching your skin has goosebumps raising along your arms as Terry slides into the drivers seat with a sigh.

“Everything okay?”

“They’re booked,” he answers pulling the seatbelt across his body until it locks with a click. ���And so is every other hotel in town.” Gotta love college basketball playoff season.

“Oh…well one night without lights-,”

“We don’t know how long it’s gonna take to fix,” he counters carefully pulling out onto the busy road. “Might even have to re-wire everything, which could mean more than a night without lights.”

Well if you didn’t feel terrible before..

“It’s a motel about 30 minutes out. We can stay there tonight and figure out the rest tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you shyly mumble beginning to nervously twirl your thumbs again. Just as to the hotel, Terry doesn’t say a word during the ride to your next destination and you don’t either. The only sound coming from the truck’s rumble and the radio station playing a mix of old and new R&B.

You’re sure he’s just quiet because he’s trying to think of what to do next; how to handle your house’s faulty wiring and its impending cost. His silence only makes your guilt more suffocating though, convinced that it might be you and your hardheaded tendencies that’s finally snapped his last nerve.

“What do you wanna eat?,” he finally asks turning down the busy strip filled with bright, neon signs for clubs, bars, and restaurants. Admittedly most weren’t outwardly pleasing, but you could still find a good meal and an equally good time.

You shrug. “M’not really hungry.”

“…what all did you eat today?,” he asks taking turns looking at you and the cars ahead.

“Um…breakfast with you earlier…and some crackers...”

After turning into the drive thru for Wingz & Thingz, you can feel Terry’s sea-green eyes practically attached to the side of your face. That famous side eye already saying, “Girl please, we both know you starving so why you playin games?,” before he could.

“What?,” you ask daring to meet his eyes pretending like you didn’t know that he knew something was up. He simply kisses his teeth before answering the employee through the staticky speaker.

“Can I get a 10 piece hot honey, extra wet, with fries, and a 15 piece lemon pepper please?”

“I said-,”

“I heard you,” he retorts with a hint of a smirk to his full lips that has you bashfully biting at the corner of yours.

“Thank you.”

“Mhmm.”

-

The rusted, metal door of your room opens with a heavy thud as it knocks against the adjoining wall making it rattle. Ever the protector, Terry has you stand outside - but still close by - while he checks to make sure nothing is off. Both of your respective duffles slung over his broad shoulders as if they weighed nothing.

“It’s good,” he calls signaling it’s okay for you to enter. However once you cross the doorway, you can’t fully say you agree on ‘good’. The multicolored, geometric comforter was something straight out of the 70s, which matched the orangish-red carpet and overall aesthetic of the outdated room. Gingerly sitting in the light brown, swivel chair next to the window, you feel that pang of guilt again taking in your slightly depressing surroundings, and how all of this is ultimately your fault.

“I know it’s not the best, but-,”

“Are you mad at me?,” you finally ask just wanting everything out in the open rather than your mind constantly go back and forth.

“Why would I be mad?,” he asks with a quirked brow as he sets your bags to the side.

“Because I didn’t listen and messed up everything. Because we’re here in this room with questionable stains on the carpet, and I’m sure equally strange ones on the sheets, on your birthday when we should home and you stretched out in your favorite chair.” You could hear the brown leather crackle and pop now as he shifted to get more comfortable before eventually reaching out for you as you passed to join him. Hell, it was your favorite chair too.

“First off, I haven’t been excited about my birthday since I was…what..16? So I wasn’t expecting anything huge,” he replies stepping closer and closer until he can squat in front of you placing his large hands on your knees. “And I’m not mad at you. That’s what’s been bothering you?”

“Well, you barely talked in the car which is different than how you were this morning. Clearly it’s something and I figured it was me being hardheaded.”

“Respectfully baby, I knew you were hardheaded before we got married and know it’s not gonna change no time soon. I made my bed, I know how to lie in it.” Your feigned shock and playful smack to Terry’s shoulder has all his 32 showing in that adorable laugh of his.

“Hey, at least I admit it!” Unlike your own mother who swore she didn’t know where you got it from.

“You right.” Terry’s laughs settle into a low sigh as he lets his thumbs run along the insides of your knees. “Really though, I’m more frustrated and annoyed than mad. Again, not at you. My damn half-brained cousin should’ve been come to look at the wires, but it was always something. Guess I’m no better though still calling when I know he’s not gonna show.

“So if anything, all this is my fault. I know you were just trying to help.”

“It’s not your fault either,” you try to soothe resting your hands on either side of his neck. Your manicured nails lightly scratching his nape has a low hum of appreciation rumbling his chest. “Really, it’s whoever stayed there last because they knew and didn’t say nothing. I hope they always stump their pinky toe.”

“Damn, so violent.” You simply shrug making your husband deeply chuckle with a shake of his head. “Alright food first or shower?”

“Food! I’m starving and honestly scared of that bathroom...”

“Oh now you starvin?,” Terry smirks gently pulling you out of the chair. “Could’ve sworn-,”

“Yes I know, I know it’s in the past now,” you playfully roll your eyes shooing him towards your waiting containers. “Food please?”

With his back turned, you hope he doesn’t notice you sneakily digging into your bag to retrieve his gift wrapped neatly in shiny, silver paper. You should’ve known better though seeing that your husband was an ex marine trained to be hyperaware of his environment.

“I know that’s not what I think it is,” Terry announces as soon as you stand up again. His thick arms crossed in front of his chest when he turns around. “You didn’t have-,”

“I heard you,” you smirk stepping closer with his gift in hand. “It’s still your birthday though, and if you think I’m not getting you anything at all, you clearly don’t know me.”

You don’t miss the small smile that curls his lips when he takes the rectangular box making you giddily smile yourself. Once he’s ripped through the paper, his chest tightens at the familiar, gold, Casio watch waiting in its clear case. The underside purposely facing upward so Terry could see the inscription of his initials and a set of coordinates.

“It’s where your uncle was stationed. I talked with your grandma and she helped me find it.”

Terry adored his uncle Louie, practically idolizing him since he was a child. Wherever Louie went, little Terry wanted to go eagerly standing by his room door with shoes on the wrong foot waiting for him to walk out. Some of Terry’s best memories were riding around in the passenger seat of his black on black mustang - much to his grandmother’s displeasure - with the windows down as they sped down the highway going any and everywhere. Louie was ultimately the reason he signed up for the military, still wanting to be like his infamous uncle even in his young adult years.

Terry still had a hard time forgiving himself for missing the funeral. Was honestly still pissed at his higher ups for not approving his request.

“He’d understand baby. He knows how them people can be,” his grandmother tried to comfort over the phone. “He knows how much you love him.”

“She wasn’t quite sure if it was the same one-,”

“It’s perfect.” As many times as he got in trouble for putting it on, he’d be able to pick it out from any lineup. “Thank you.”

Free hand on your hip, he pulls your body closer so his lips can meet yours immediately taking the day’s earlier stresses away.

“Happy Birthday. It’s not exactly how I envisioned giving it to you, but-,”

“I don’t care about presentation and all that. I’m breathing. I’m with you. I promise that’s all I need baby.”

+ so I feel like this didn’t come out the way I wanted, but then again maybe it’s just me 🤷🏽‍♀️ lol. Either way I hope you enjoyed🌸 and Happy Birthday to my imaginary husband and baby fahtha Mr. Terry Richmond🥰✨!!

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[2neaky]

𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦 & 𝘐’𝘮 𝘥𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨). 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭’ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 + 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 … 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

Content Warning — toy use (bullet vibr*tor), *rgasm denial, dom Terry, descriptive language, profanity, p*rn w/ no plot, first pov

There’s a calculating look in those hazel eyes. You hate it. At least for right now.

You watch him with squinted eyes yourself, a slight frown on your lips as you watch him pretend to be oblivious.

It’s not working.

Regardless, he keeps his focus on the road ahead, one hand on the bottom of the steering wheel while the other rests along the car door’s ledge. His hand is hidden in the door’s pocket, toying with something.

No doubt, that fucking remote control.

The car jostles as he narrowly avoids a small pothole. 

“You just gon’ keep burning holes into the side’a my head or what?”

He hadn’t looked away from the road. You watch the corner of his lips twitch when he decides to press them into a thin line. The muscles in his jaw tense before ultimately relaxing.

He’s trying not to smile. You know it. That steel-cold stare of his isn’t enough to hide it. Terry can play a convincing stoic, but you know better.

And you hate it. You hate being the trembling mess, a dewy sheen over your beautiful face. But, it was the cross you had to bear—in exchange for him agreeing to pay for your nails.

Granted, you didn’t have to do this. Terry’s a gentleman, he likes making sure his woman is covered. And you love that about him.

But, his mischievous side seemed to have come out to play today, and you found yourself on the receiving end of it.

“You think this is funny?”

He blinks, still staring ahead. “Funny?” Finally, he breaks his gaze away to give a simple glance. Like the option of looking your way wasn’t even given a second thought. “Sumn supposed to be funny?”

An intake of air passes through you as you open your mouth to respond, yet you’re swiftly cut off by a sharp gasp of your own.

Mini quakes wrack throughout your being, stronger towards your core. A swooping feeling travels to your lower tummy. Weakly, your thighs squeeze together, shortly falling apart there after.

Your body’s been through this song and dance for too long—the last fifteen minutes to be exact. It’s wearing your patience and strength thin. 

Very thin.

A trickle of wetness slowly seeps into the seat of your panties, soaking them further. At this rate, you’re sure there’s a wet spot in your jeans. How does he expect you to leave the car like this?

Your pussy flutters around the foreign object buried within its slick walls. A violent shudder moves through you, uncontrolled.

“What’s the joke, baby?” He looks at you again. Those big, golden-brown eyes pierce you for a second longer than last time. “Hm? Tell me.”

Your lips quiver, a weakened whimper slipping past its cracks.

His voice lowers as he stares ahead at the road before you two, heavier than usual. “I wanna laugh.”

“A-auh … shit…”

Your voice is a tiny, broken mess. The muscles in your stomach contract as you lean forward, that vibrating toy putting pressure against your spot. Your mouth drops open, eyes threatening to close.

“T-Terry—“

“Hm?”

You don’t even see him do it, but you catch the subtle flex of his veiny forearm; Your eyes widen, the vibrations grow stronger, rougher.

“Stop, I—“ You try to remember how to swallow your spit. The hand you’ve got wrapped around the seat’s armrest tightens enough to make your knuckles pale. “I-I can’t—“

“Can’t what?”

You’re panting, chest rising and falling quickly. Heat is spreading throughout your body, you feel like you’re going to lose your mind if you don’t shed at least one layer of clothing.

Your pelvic floor is clenched tight, your body trying to prevent a serious flood coming its way.

“I’m gonna—fuuuck!” Your eyes roll back as the muscles of your core weaken for a full second, the threat of your orgasm growing more and more serious. “M’gonna … cum.”

You barely hear the scoff. It feels like the longest second of your life. You feel like you’re a balloon, ready to pop, but the gas tank is shut off right before you do; The vibration comes to a halt.

Echoes of it still travel throughout your body, as your pussy clenches down repeatedly on the toy—a nicely sized bullet vibe.

Your body wavers as you slowly look his way. There’s a worn look on your face. 

It’s hilarious, to him at least.

You can tell by the one-sided smirk he confidently sports. You feel small under his stare, subjected to his whims; Here you are, doubled over in your seat, trembling, while he’s sat back, relaxed. The car is driving as smoothly as ever.

“Did you?”

Meekly, you shake your head. All of your fire has been snuffed out by two little clicks to a remote control.

“Good.” The smirk slips from his face. “I just got this truck … try not to mess up the seats.”

[notapradagurl7]

One More Taste.

Creepy!Black Fem! Reader x Dark!Terry Richmond.

Summary: You got it really bad for your fine-ass next-door neighbor and co-worker Terry Richmond, just an unhealthy obsession for him and it was his birthday, all you wanted was to make him yours. But will he be open to you? Turns out he was just as hooked as you were.

Warnings: dark themes, smut, praise, dirty talk, slight fluff, unhealthy obsession, creepy!reader, dark!Terry, fingering, scolding, choking kink, stalking, mention of trauma, mention of murder, possessiveness, toxic themes, jealousy, and slight breeding kink(if you squint), some pwp, all are consensual but read at your own risk, childhood trauma.

A/N: Here is a day late b-day fic for our man Terry, 😭 hope you enjoy my loves, ☺️ this one is kinda ominous, and a special thank you to @megamindsecretlair for this wonderful tag and event, don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open!🫡

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It all started with the boring-ass office meeting in the conference room where Terry was introduced to everyone including yourself, all it took was a simple glance from him to get you going, he was that little drug in your veins. And you need is another dose of him.

From the one-on-one projects your boss Maggie assigned both of you to work together to Terry sitting next to you in the break room for lunch, getting to know that fine man day by day gave life to your fantasies, as some would say delusions.

You've learned so much about Terry and kept them tucked in the back of your mind like a secret you've written in your diary. He let you in his life, due to your shared responsibilities at work.

Your daily conversations built a connection that felt unshakeable, like the spine of a well-loved book.

He was a former Marine, he had a cousin named Mike whom he had lost last year, you had your share of loss just like he did, the both of you had similar interests in rock music, adding fuel to your fire for him, as it burned everything in its path.

You only stalked the man once or twice in the park where he did his morning jogs, you could have asked to join him but you already worked out enough on your own. He almost caught you.

With Marine skills of his, he could've done something.

Hearing him chat with other women in the office made you cringe, you wanted to claw their eyes out with your nails once they laid a lustful eye on your man.

And you knew he loved his coffee black with one shot of cream. The way he carried himself, all brooding and mysterious, was enough to drive you wild. He was so tall and was so muscular, you wanted to devour him sexually.

There was undoubtedly something enigmatic about Terry that you wanted to uncover, but he kept his guard up, just as you did, shaped by the personal trauma you experienced at 16, a memory you tried to shake off and ignore.

However, after you resolve to take revenge on the individual who has wronged you so deeply, it's essential to let go of the pain that lingers in your heart.

You were determined to eliminate that uncle in your family, and your older brother Jarvis offered to assist with the endeavor, so he did. It seems you weren't the only one who had that same experience at 16.

After that fateful day, your older cousin Jarvis took swift action, hiding and disposing of the body. Together, you severed ties with your family, leaving the past behind as you relocated to that familiar yet quiet neighborhood. In time, you both found stable, rewarding jobs, convincing yourself that you were on the road to healing.

But today was different; it was Terry's birthday, and the weight of your memories had to be set aside.

Determined to celebrate, you decided to bake him a cake, pouring your affection into every batter mix and frosting swirl. You invited Terry over to your cozy little house next door, eager to share a joyful moment amid the shadows of your past.

You couldn't wait to show him how much he meant to you, that was a time when Terry decided to walk you home when your car broke down. He offered to drive you home because it was dangerous for you to be alone, that protectiveness you felt with him made you fully enamored.

But Terry didn't celebrate birthdays like that, but he appreciated those who thought of him.

You stood before your table with your eyes on the small cake, he preferred chocolate cake over vanilla. “It’s perfect,” you mumbled, smirking at the cake.

You placed a few candles on the table, and washed your hands clean. Once, you heard a knock on your door, you knew that it was Terry.

You hurried your way toward the front door, and swung it open revealing the 6-foot, man with his fawn light skin. His green-blue ish spoke to your dark brown ones, in a ways couldn't fathom. It was so easy to get lost in those eyes.

“Happy birthday Terry,” You sang playfully, stepping aside to let him in.

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Terry replied back, stepping inside and you closed the door behind him.

“I baked you a cake, would you like a piece?” You asked kindly.

Terry raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips. “You baked me a cake? You really went all out, huh? I'm flattered. But you know I’m not big on the whole birthday thing.”

You stepped closer, your heart racing. “I know, but I thought it would be nice. Just us, you know? To celebrate you...just a little?”

He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall in that effortlessly cool way that made you want to reach out and touch him, to feel that strength radiating from his body. “You’re sweet. Just don’t expect me to get all sappy about it.”

“Who said anything about sappy?” You laughed lightly, trying to mask the nervousness bubbling inside. “I just want you to try my cake. It’s chocolate. Your favorite, right?”

Terry’s eyes flickered with something—maybe curiosity, maybe amusement. “Chocolate, huh? You’ve been paying attention.”

“Of course,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “I pay attention to everything about you, Terry. You’re...hard to ignore.”

He studied you for a moment, and you could see the gears turning in his mind. “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got then.”

You led him over to the table, your heart pounding as you cut a generous slice of the cake and placed it on a plate. As you handed it to him, your fingers brushed against his, and a jolt of electricity coursed through you.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice low as he took a bite. His tongue gliding across those lips of his to get frosting, making your core throb. He made you all hot and bothered just like that?

“Y-You’re welcome, do you like it?”

Terry nodded in response before as his eyes widened slightly, and you held your breath, waiting for his reaction. “Damn, this is good as hell. Seriously.”

You beamed, your pride swelling. “I’m glad you like it. I made it just for you.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, and for a moment, the world faded away. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Yeah, I am, and I'm hoping that we can be more than friends, you know?” you replied, feeling bold. Fiddling with your string of yarn that you found to calm yourself down.

His expression hardened for a moment, and you felt the air grow heavy with unspoken words. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Try me, I’m not afraid of you, Terry. I want to know you. All of you.” you replied with a sinister tone, refusing to back down.

He set the empty plate down, his eyes darkening as he took a step closer, invading your personal space. “You really have no idea what you’re inviting into your life, do you?”

Your pulse quickened, the thrill of fear and desire mixing together in a heady cocktail. “Maybe I do. Maybe I’m willing to take the risk.”

“You think that I don't know about you? Stalking me in the park, I should’ve reported you to HR or handled it myself,” Terry confessed darkly, his hand behind his back with that wicked smile of his curling up.

Your smile fell into a frown, pursing your lips a bit as you had to turn off a light switch in your head, placing your hands on your sides. Your anxiety

There was no use to deny what you did, you were there being a creep toward the man. When you could've done the normal thing and asked him if you could jog with him, not give in to your obsession with him, your felt your walls crumbling down.

“I don't blame you if you do, it was inappropriate and weird. But I just feel like we are alike, you and I, the moment I saw you. I became obsessed with you Terry,” You admitted, a grin on your face.

Terry’s gaze intensified, awe and intrigue across his beautiful face, “Obsessed huh? What if I told you that I was obsessed with you too? Maybe it did turn me on that you saw me, and stalked me like that,” he said back, crossing his arms.

“What makes you think we are alike?”

“There’s something in both of us, we've both been through too much damn trauma, and we’re shaped by our pasts, Terry. I see it in you and it resonates with me,” You said softly, your tone shaky.

“I agree with you on that which means I'll be yours Y/N, I think you need your punishment after stalking me, I need to tame a little brat like you,” Terry replied back, his grin still on his face that sent a shiver done your spine.

His words rekindled the heat within you, causing your clit to pulse, yet you remained frozen as if on ice, your lips slightly parted but unable to speak.

"Can't speak now?” Terry asked, Tilting his head to the side like a villain with a masterplan from a cartoon.

“Safe word?” he asked again, grinning at you.

“Kiwi,” you spoke up, he kissed your forehead.

“Good girl,” he replied, stepping closer to you.

You gently sat on the couch with your legs spreading apart for him, as if he told you in the back of your mind. But you needed this, and he was finally yours, Terry followed you and unbuckled his belt but he stopped, you whined softly.

“Actually, you don't get this dick since you’ve been bad,” Terry scolded with a gentle tone, his hand wrapped around your neck. You shudder from his touch.

Did you have it this bad for him like that Usher song? Yes you did, you couldn't wait any longer. You moved his hand down below your dress, he slid it over your head, while he took his shirt. Blessing you with that body, his muscles tensed from your touch. You stifled a moan from a lip bite.

His physique reminded you that he could've been a Greek god in another life similar to mythology or perhaps a Pharaoh in ancient Egypt, calling for your hand in marriage.

“I'll be good, I promise. Touch me please, Terry,” you mewled softly, pouting your lip.

His fingers gradually slide inside your pussy, practically sucking his digits in quickly. You were fully enamored with the man before you, this very moment to be touched, fucked good. This surely will suffice for now, moaning wildly and your essence splattering all over.

You needed more than his fingers, Terry moaned raspingly from that wet warmth of you, you moaned wildly and rolled your hips to match the torturous pace. “Fuck..I don't believe you, but that pussy sure does..” Terry groaned with his eyes on you.

“Now, you can get this dick..” Terry commanded with a grin, grabbing your hips while your legs parted.

He pushed his dick inside, starting off with a rough yet face pace, you gasped sharply but cutting yourself off with a moan. “Fuck, that’s..too…good but fuck!” you hollered with pleasure, moving your hips with him. Fueling his fire for you but not brighter than yours.

His full lips enveloped your nipple as his other hand kneaded and squeezed the other one; “You think that you get away with what you did? Don't ever do that shit again baby,” Terry growled, thrusting passionately yet almost lovingly.

Your wetness splattering all over his dick and you let out a soft whimper when his nails grazed the stretch marks on your brown skin. "Damn, so fucking tight, you're that deprived?" Terry teased, licking your ear. In the mess on your couch, he picked you up in his arms, your arms encircling his neck. and draped your legs around his waist, similar to a piggyback ride, but with you facing him. The curve of your ass was smacked by his hand.

“T-Terryyy…i’m s-sorryy..” you whimpered softly in his ear, your nails marking his back. Letting anyone know that he was yours, finally yours. He loved the sight of you breaking apart under him, the wet squelching sounds filling the room like a clapping noise. "I'm yours, say you're mine," he groaned deeply, Moaning his name, Music to his ears, why didn't he confess you sooner?

His hands spread your legs wide apart for him, better than he imagined, damn near masturbated to, fantasies couldn't compare, those dreamy ocean eyes of his focus on your wet pussy making his dick disappear as he filled up completely, "I'm yours! Terry! shit! You're so big!" You screamed, laying your head on his shouder.

His hand gripped the back of your neck, forcing you to look in his eyes as he fucked you harder, your eyes closed shut in immense pleasure, was he trying to make sure you couldn't breathe or move? “So..fucking..sexy, there’s no way I can let you go, is it the same for you?” Terry panted heavily, peppering kisses along your neck.

Have you met your match? Fingers rubbed your clit in slow circles, and your moans grew louder, “Yes! Terry! I won't let you go!” Clearly, you can't, dripping sweat coated your bodies, and heat radiated from the closeness.

Tears blurred your vision, and your moans sounded like you were crying, his dacryphilia kicking in at the sight but his thrusts turned gradual and sloppy, “Cumminggg, it’s so good,” you moaned out, patting his back with your hand, panting raspingly. Letting him know that you were at your limit, he thought of cumming inside but he didn’t want to do that.

You screamed out from your essence spilling out onto his dick rather quickly, and he pulled out of you. His tip spurted out on your stomach, as he kept you in his arms lovingly before kissing you sloppily, “Mine,” he said proudly, he pulled away and carried you into the bathroom, deciding to do aftercare.

“You good?” Terry asked in concern, turning on the faucet and allowing the water to fill up the tub and adding your sweet-smelling foamy soap. He gently placed you in the tub, watching you nod.

“Nah, I’m tired as hell. Happy birthday Terry,” You chuckled softly, the warmth of the water enveloping you, contrasting the heat that still lingered from your earlier encounter. Terry settled beside the tub, watching you with a mixture of admiration and intensity.

There was something about the way he looked at you that made your heart race, igniting that familiar fire within.

“You know, this whole birthday surprise turned out to be better than I imagined, I didn't expect that,” he admitted, a playful smirk curling on his lips.

You leaned back, letting the bubbles rise around you like a soft cloud. “Well, I wanted to make it special for you. You deserve it.”

His expression softened, and for a fleeting moment, you saw a glimpse of vulnerability beneath his tough exterior. “It’s been a while since anyone went out of their way for me, I appreciate it more than you know,” he confessed, his tone sincere.

You reached out, your fingers grazing his arm, feeling the tension in his muscles. “We both have our pasts, Terry. I can tell you know that. But I want to be with you.”

He nodded slowly, his gaze unwavering. “You’re a lot more than I expected, Y/N. I can’t promise it’ll always be easy, but I’m willing to figure it out with you.”

You felt a rush of excitement at his words, a warmth blooming in your chest. “That’s all I ask.”

Terry leaned closer, resting his elbows on the edge of the tub as he studied your face. “You’re not afraid of anything, are you? The things that come with being with someone like me?”

You met his gaze, the seriousness of his question sinking in. “I’ve faced my own darkness, Terry. I’m not afraid of yours.”

A slow smile spread across his face, and you felt your heart flutter at the sight. “You really are something else, I should have went easy on because you’re sweet,” he said, his tone filled with admiration.

“I wouldn’t want you to,” you replied, a teasing glint in your eyes.

Terry chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned back slightly, his expression turning playful. “You’re trouble, you know that?”

“Only for you,” you teased back, splashing water playfully in his direction. He laughed, he kissed your lips and you feel relief wash over you.

You reached for the soap, lathering it between your hands before offering it to him. Washing yourself clean, “Want to join me?”

Terry raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “Are you trying to fuck me again?”

“I do,” you replied coyly, biting your lip.

He chuckled, shaking his head but eventually relenting. “Alright, but we've got to go to bed,”

You grinned, your heart racing as he joined you in the tub, the warm water enveloping you both. As the bubbles surrounded you, he washed himself but then fingered you under the water. Making you cum again and again, Terry dried you off and himself. He dressed you in his tee shirt that smelled like his cologne, he slides some grey sweatpants he brought and boxers.

“Happy Birthday Terry,”

“Thank you, baby girl,”

After that, the two of you fell into a deep sleep, facing you and wrapped an arm around you protectively, this was surely a birthday that Terry wouldn’t forget. It was with you, he was yours.

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[dabratzchronicles]

Tick

Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond

You as Yourself

Summary: It's Terry birthday! While he is out with his homeboys, you decide to send him a video you made, but what happens when the reaction you get is something you never expected?

Warnings: Nasty Shit, You are able to be picked up, dry humping, P IN V, size kink, established relationship, kind of possessiveness? you'll see why.

A/N: Yall, *fans myself* I love being a whore omg. I hope yll enjoy this as much as I did and as of rn? I need to change my panties

A/N2: be on the look out, I got some shit cooking up that'll make your coochie beat many miles a min!

A/N3: IMMA READ YALL SHIT TMR! I SEEN SOME SHIT IN THIS TAGGG HUNNYYYY and shoutout to the lady who inspired us to toss this man around 😏 love you megan! @megamindsecretlair

You stopped your recording and giggled, All that booty in the pants and it moves like water, Oh how jealous these other bitches should be. You edited the video to your liking and pondered for a second, who should be the first person to be blessed with such beauty within a video. 

Terry, Obviously!

If there’s anything that man wouldn’t do, is hype you up like like he is not a 6’4 lightskin with the body of a bodyguard, like guarding the president type shit. But what people don’t really understand is under all that tough man act, he is a big softie down under. A classic textbook example of a pitbull. All big and scary bark bark rawr rawr until you’re their favorite human and they won't leave you alone, you can’t count on each hand how many times Terry wanted you to be the big spoon, and he is your emergency contact. 

You scrolled and scrolled and searched for his name until you finally found it, your thumb hovering over the send button. 

A part of you didn’t want to send him the video, you thought you were feral but that man? Puts your thoughts to shame, for the most part. 

But gee that man loves your body, love each curve that sat, the cellulite he would trace when you two watched something on tubi, your face that he would cup every now and then and you would melt each time, getting lost in his ocean eyes as he would get lost studying your features, as if you were his Mona Lisa, his prized possession, painted and crafted so perfectly, That nigga Leo Da Vinichi aint got shit on you.

You mustered all your strength to press the send button, the loading bar at the top made your stomach flip and turn like the Gymnastic Olympics. These lil fuckers are giving it all its might. 

Your phone buzzed with a sound, You knew it was Terry but it still scared the dog shit outta you, it also didn’t help that you are high. 

Looking down to see what he said, you felt a sigh of relief, it was only a notification that he loved the video. But an eerie feeling came behind that, it's no way he would just love a video. A video like that? He’d be telling you that he would be seeing you very soon and you would be covering your face giggling with excitement as he would stop everything and come home.

He didn’t do that tho, weird.

You brushed it off, He is with his homeboys enjoying his birthday, you already gave him his gift of flowers and a teddy bear that had a cute little MCMAP shirt on it along with a poem of how much you loved him, you agreed on the no sex part until after he got home because he wanted to, he would be home possibly trying to trap you in the house for the summer, and you promised this summer was gonna be one for the fuckin books! 

You stretched your legs out, and your knees were fuckin killing you like Terry gave you one free ticket to pound town too rough. But you felt sexy! That damn SiR and TeaMarr know how to throw down onna song. But fuck that shit. It's time to enjoy your time without Terry for once. 

You walked with a twist around the house, bouncing like a lady on the moon to the beat of the song, the sensuality flowing happily in the air as the airwaves of Say Yes by Floetry carried you lovely. 

In the midst of getting lost in the song. A thought flew into your head, Where the fuck is Terry and that was the million-dollar question for right now, it's been an hour since you last sent the video and he just loved it after that? Silence. Did his homeboys see the video? Did he not like it? That’s silly, you know he loved it, but why love it? Were You thinking too hard on this and need to enjoy your night? 

The answer is yes. He knows where home is. 

Your cute pink headphones sat highly above your head, the right side is being a fucking bitch right now. You adjusted it so it could sit better, covering your ear fully. Better.

You walked away from the kitchen and autopiloted to the living room to see what you could watch on Netflix, they added a ton of shit on there, you just might watch that movie about the ex-military getting done dirty and getting his biggest getback, taking down the whole damn station. What was that fuckin movie called? 

You didn’t even take 3 full steps before you got swept off your feet, but not scared because you knew it was Terry. Who did you know that can pick up all that good woman?! Not a naan fuckin soul!

Terry took his hands and raised you from under your armpits, you jumped a bit to wrap your arms around his neck, his cologne swallowing your nose whole, inhaling every ounce of it. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he corrected his arms from your pits to your waist, his lips then began to tackle your neck, tickling your every so often. “Hey, Mufasa.” You giggled, “I can’t hear! My Headphones.” 

Terry lifts his head and tilts it back, His nostrils flared as air blows at you, sending you into a giggle fit. Looking at you still, He mouthed ‘Take them off’ to which you then protested that your shit was on! You couldn’t take them off and at least let the song finish. He reached into your pocket to slide your phone out, a few swipes, the music switched to the surround sound in the living room. That Meanie!

You yanked your headphones off in a fit, tossing them on the couch. His smile grew wide, “Hey Big Mama. I seen what you sent.” 

“And I seen what you did, you loved it.” You sassed, “You're supposed to hype me up!” 

“You hyped something else up.” He said, his head snuggled in the crook of your neck. Biting your flesh softly in new spots. 

“Oh, you slut!” You teased, “I’m high and wanted to watch Netflix.” 

He cocked his head back. “Girl, you are my woman.” He said, walking away with you firmly secure in his grasp. “And that Netflix shit dead. I need my dance and I need it now.” 

You both laughed goofyly as he walked you both into the room you two shared. He tapped you twice, a signal to unlock your legs. You swung your legs to prepare yourself for the carpet underneath. Terry unbuttoned his mustard-like shirt, exposing his chest and his abs, you brought your bottom lip to bite on it, squeezing your legs together to suppress the heartbeat in between your legs.

He tugged at your basketball shorts, looking you in your eyes with a smirk. “My first request is this? Need to be off.” 

“Wait! I got on granny panties! Can I at least switc-“ 

“Mamas, I don’t give a fuck about your Grandmother’s Underwear, See I'll make it better for you. I'll take my pants off.” 

Excuse you?! How does anything top granny panties? Unless it's tidy whities, what can possibly be more embarrassing than that?

Terry read you like a book, somehow seeing what you were saying in your head. He unbuckled his belt, making a ‘fwip’ sound at how quickly he took it off. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his pants hook. “I’ll let you do the honors.” 

With one hand, you unhooked his pants, swinging your other arm around to pulled them down to his ankles, to which, you busted out with laughter. This nigga got Freddy Kruger boxers on. You genuinely couldn’t contain yourself as you were hunched over holding your stomach, doing breathing techniques to get serious about this. You have to give a lap dance! Get it together! 

Terry stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side, shaking your phone in his hand, reminding you that he had it. “Now. May I please get this dance?” he asked, planting his butt in the armchair that sat beside the bed. “I don’t know, my pants is stuck, I need a biggg stronggg birthday boy to help me take them off.” You pestered him, grabbing your phone out of his hands to switch the audio output from the surround sound in the living room to the one in the room. His hands snaked into your shorts, covering each of your cheeks as he kneaded your ass like fresh dough, You moaned into the air as he worked his fingers into each kink and knot, your warmness expanding more throughout your body. 

You leaned forward a bit, lost in the massage you caught yourself, and your hand flew to his shoulder. “If you gonna take these bitches off just do it!” You pouted, almost sick of the massage but shit, when was the next time you were going to get one like this? 

“They already off, You just bullshittin’ with these navy blue undies.” What?

Your LaLa bubble popped and your head zapped down to see that he really took them off. Without you knowing… This man, He a sneaky lil critter. This is exactly what the fuck you get for getting with an MCMAP nigga.

You turned around to face away from him. “I have to pick a song! and It's Not gonna be the one you heard.” Terry groaned at your words but your lips ran silently as you talked to yourself, What would be the best song for right now? What makes you feel the most sexy, gives you the confidence to give Mr Handsome a dance he may never forget? Come on brain. You have to think of- Aha! Click!

That's Why I Love You by SiR ft Sabrina Claudio, gently rang out, tossing the phone on the bed, you mentally prepared yourself, Let the music swallow you whole, be engulfed by it, let it determine your night. 

You swayed your hip to one side, winding up your snaps until your hands reached the top of your head. Keeping the beat in your hips until the beat changes, you then move both hips, relaxing your muscles and letting Mary Jane drive the boat. Rolling your lower half like a belly dancer, tossing your hair to one side as you looked back at Terry, his eyes never leaving your ass, the hill in his boxers gave you a one-tier boost in your head.

You inched closer to him, bending forward a little, sitting directly on his bulge, you moaned with your mouth closed, using your lower half to spell the words: ‘I Love You’ Backwards and Forwards. 

“Fuck,” He groaned, The feeling of your pussy and his dick rubbing on each other and not going in was killing him. And you knew that shit, which is why you prolonged it. Like the sneaky little devil you are. 

You lifted yourself and slammed down gently, not too hard as to it would kill the mood, but just enough force to take him by surprise. You dipped your body down, gripping his ankles, you twerked on him, imitating the video, Life imitates art they say, Ain't no art better than the real thing.

He placed both of his hands on your hips, keeping you steady and pausing your movements, Rude. You felt him rub his print up and down your sopping clothed lips. 

“Stay like this, please.” He moaned, his whimpers powered you but you didn’t dare to disobey. You let him hump you, using your body any way he wanted to use it. That’s Why You Loved Him, and all his nastiness. 

Terry went into a twitching fit, his moans grew louder, the curses under his breath spat out quickly, his grip tightening on your hips, a thought snuck in your head and it might get you fucked up. 

You threw your left leg over the arm of the armchair, twerking slowly on him until you felt the warmth of his cum shooting out but not going anywhere. “That’s It.” You dragged your words, a long guttural moan came from him afterward. “That’s my gooddd boy.” 

Terry laughed from behind you. You let go of his ankles to raise your body, moving your hair out of the way. Terry grinned, lifting his hand towards your neck. “I bet not— ever Find out you giving a nother nigga this kinda dance. Not even yo homegirls can get it, This shit for me and me only.” 

“You territorial ass nigga.” you joked, his hand guiding your head to his, “I mean it,” His breath tickled your lips. “I need all this to me. Or else Big Mama ain't gone be able to walk.” 

“Im tryna have that happen now-” You didn’t even get to finish the sentence, a squeal finished it for you as he picked up again, tossing you on the bed, the pillows and the unmade bed cushioned your landing. You flipped around to a pleasant surprise. Terry and his Mini Him standing and dancing. “At ease.” you poked fun at him. “I have to take off my stuff as well.” 

“I can always rip em.” He said

“If you rip these, you're buying me new ones.” 

“Well,” He thought for a second, only for a second though, his arms shot out as he tore the fabric like it was nothing. What monster did you create tonight? All you did was send a video. “I always wanted to buy you lingerie, Think of it as a head start.”

Lewd sounds escaped from your mouth as you watched him toss your now-torn undies into the trash. That shit was kinda hot, almost made you want to wear them before getting cracked to get the same results. 

He climbed on the bed resting his back on the black headboard, gripping his dick with a sneer, giving it a few strokes, teasing you with it right in front of your face. 

You smiled at Terry, the sight was too beautiful to fuck up, but way too beautiful to not get a piece of. You crawled to him with your ass wiggling in the air like a cat, as you got closer to him, the Mahogany scent grew stronger, the beast inside you getting more eager to finally be let out.

You reached him, placing kisses on his collarbone all the way up to his ear where you whispered, “Want me to recreate the video?” Taking over his hand, jerking him off with your thumb circling his tip. 

He breathed out a quick yes before his head dropped down, resisting the urge to cum all over your hands, your soft hands gripping his dick had him singing sweet faint moans. You rested your other hand on the headboard, pointing his dick upwards, letting go of it to lick your hand, fuck, You miss the way he tasted, You can see why he gets such pleasure sucking on his fingers after eating you out. 

You align yourself with him, his tip brushes against your clit, your body twitches in response. You sat on it halfway, you both gasping cutely. “Fuck,” you underestimated how much you could take, his dick already made itself comfortable, filling you up deliciously. 

“Come on Big Mama.” He groaned, noticing that you have already hit your limit of dick. “I know you can take more than that.” 

“But you’re too big.” You dragged out your words.

“Oh, Come on,” he started to tease you as he slightly pushed you down on him, making you gasp a little bit.

“You know you can take all of it, what was all that shit you was doing in that video?” you looked down at him as you locked eyes, then quickened your pace. “There she is, There’s my princess.” He groaned and grunted at you squeezing him. “Taking all this dick, I wish you knew how pretty you looked taking all of me.” You smiled at him, gaining enough confidence to bounce on him, making your ass clap with each collision you made with his body. 

He moaned so beautifully that had you clenching around him, grabbing his hand to place it around your throat, he already knew what to do as he gripped your throat not applying too much pressure, but just enough to still feel pleasurable. 

“Shit,” He whines, his eyes squeezed shut, you held on to his arm as you slowed down your pace, taking your time with it but it was killing you. And it was killing him too. 

“Why are you fuckin me like this? Fuck this pussy so good.” 

“Because you deserve it, birthday boy. I love you, baby.” You said, planting kisses on his sweaty head and face, smiling at the putty of a man you made. 

“I love you too, And I’m sorry.” 

You didn’t get to question him, his arm wrapped around you as he pounded you from underneath, taking you by surprise. Terry pounded you senselessly, creating waves with each smack that landed on your asscheeks, it was too much too bare. 

“Oh fuck, Im bout to cum!” You announced, fucking him back as your body began to shake vigorously, thanking god you didnt have nails on or it would be guaranteed that it would be four little indents on one side and one on the other. 

Moans filled up the room as the squelching was drowned out by your screaming. You black out momentarily, collapsing on Terry’s body, his shoulder becomes your headrest as your body halts production. 

When you came to, all you saw was braids, his braids, Earth to you, Gather the strength and get up hoe! 

“Happy Birthday, Pretty Eyes.” 

“Thank You, But I’m not done yet.” he breathed, wrapping his other arm around you as he picked you up, still inside you, he bounced to the bathroom. “I need to clean off after round 2!” 

You snickered at him, squirming under his grasp. Who knows what would happen in the shower? All you knew? You truly weren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow. 

Not even to buy new panties to replace the ones he ripped like an animal. 

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terry richmond x black!reader summary ; in which terry, despite never being one for birthdays, realizes maybe a push was all he needed? word count ; 4.9k warnings ; none - mostly fluff, some vulgar language used, a SMIDGE (barely...) suggestive towards the end...enjoy! ｢ author's note: just want to thank the wonderful and ever amazing @megamindsecretlair for coming up with the fun #TerrysBirthdayBash tag + event and allowing us all to celebrate our favorite man's birthday together ! happpyy birthday pooks ♡ ｣

He doesn’t even know how he got here or how in the hell he let these niggas talk him into this, and yet…

It’s barely midnight, and he feels he’s seen enough. He needs air or something. Everything feels so stuffy and too hot, plus the smell of weed is giving him a headache, and he just needs a breather.

He heads upstairs to an empty room and finds a balcony. Taking a seat outside and enjoying the crisp night air. He takes a sip of the same cup of beer he’s been practically holding hostage since he came to the party and almost gags. It’s warm and tastes like piss. He scrunches his face, forces the sip down, and sets his cup to the side as he slinks down in the chair. 

He closes his eyes, forcing himself to take a breather, and tries to enjoy the quiet moment, not knowing how long he has before he’s found and forced back down to the party.

You came with some friends, mostly because they needed a designated driver, and you weren’t much of a drinker. Plus, you just so happened to have a car, so you supposed it worked out. 

Outside of them, you hadn’t known nor recognized anyone. Though you tell yourself it’s okay to have some fun, as you’ve been putting in a lot of work this semester. And for a while, you do, putting on a smile and surprisingly enjoying yourself, but after about an hour and a half, plus your girls find their little "fun time" friends…heading off lord knows where, so you figure you’ll busy yourself until they’re ready to go. 

After walking around for a while, you come across a room that thankfully isn’t occupied (you had a couple of awkward run-ins). Heading in, you close the door quietly behind you, the balcony immediately catching your eye, so you make your way out, stretching your limbs as you yawn.

"Long night, huh?" 

The deep voice causes you to jump as you make a noise you don't even recognize. Since you weren't expecting anyone else out here, you turn to find the voice. And you almost immediately recognize him as you catch your breath.

You put your hand on your heart, steadying yourself and calming your breathing while you laugh awkwardly.

"Fuck! You scared me, sorry…I didn’t know anyone else was out here. If I’m bothering, I can go. I didn’t mean to intrude." He readily puts a hand up, shaking his head softly. 

"No, no, you’re good…I needed a moment away from the party, too, so I get it."

You smile softly nodding as you find a place near the railing. In moments like this, you hate your need to fill the awkward silence with noise so it feels less awkward…not that it ever works.

"Yeah, it’s pretty stuffy down there….and a lil rank, won’t lie." Your words cause a laugh to come from him, which brings a smile to your own face; maybe today is the day your big mouth will work in your favor. 

You turn, leaning your back and arms against the railing, looking at him.

"What?" the genuine confusion and slight concern on his face make you giggle, and you shake your head, calming him to some degree.

"Nothing, nothing, it’s just…" You stop yourself, honestly not sure what you want to say, but force words out nonetheless.

"It’s just nice to hear you speak, I guess? I don’t know if you know, but we share an art class, Professor Tanusia?" It's almost like a lightbulb goes off as he nods and smiles at your words.

Part of Terry is surprised by the conversation, and though he initially came to the balcony to be alone, he happily welcomes the new distraction. Normally, he would find any number of reasons as to why he needs to be excused from a situation like this, but for some reason, he finds himself wanting to stay.

He apologizes for not being a big talker and also explains how he didn’t even want to come tonight but was essentially forced to by some friends. 

"Oh trust me, I know the feeling all too well…I’m pretty much playing sober companion tonight so yeaaah. Also, I think I've met a few of your friends. Seems like they’ve taken quite a liking to my girls."

You both laugh at the insinuation and take that as a way to slowly get to know one another. Your small conversation isn't much to write home about, but even through the small awkward silences and rushed stumbling over each other, it still manages to be nice and surprisingly comfortable despite the current situation. 

Through one of those lovely bouts of awkward silence, his phone ringing forces him to look away from the side of your face as he apologizes and takes his call.

"Heeyy Nana…yeah, of course, for you? Always…" You turn, facing the railing, attempting to give him a little privacy at the very least, though you can’t help but smile at his words. Because, of course, he’s as handsome as he is, as sweet as he is, AND he loves his nana….sigh, it might just be a setup you fear.

You try not to be TOO nosy, but you catch a few words between their conversation. The biggest thing you catch is her singing the beginnings of Happy Birthday to him. When she finishes, he chuckles timidly, a sound you’re coming to quite enjoy, and he thanks her warmly. 

As he finishes his call, he apologizes again, and you shake your head, telling him not to worry.

"Nah, you’re all good…and, uh, happy birthday, by the way…." you say with a small laugh; however, his embarrassed sigh and tense shoulders are enough to make you feel bad about even the possibility of making him feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry! I wasn’t eavesdropping, I swear. Also, I won’t tell anyone….I mean...unless they already know, hence why they forced you to come tonight?" He shakes his head and smiles at you sadly.

"No, you’re good, I promise. Thank you, by the way. But uh, yeah, nah, they don’t know; I’m not too big on birthdays, just another day for me…I guess." He shrugs as he looks back out into the view in front of you both, and though you nod understandingly, it still manages to make your heart feel heavy at his declaration. 

You’ve been through your fair share of shit, but no one should be alone on their birthday. And with that thought roaming around in your very overactive brain, you make a choice; you nod to yourself as you turn to face him, grinning.

"Terry…" you call out to him cautiously, trying to seem very casual about your evil (completely well and good-intentioned) little plan.

His face grows warm hearing you say his name, and he doesn’t know what comes over him when he opens his mouth to speak.

"Terrance…you can call me Terrance." You smile shyly and nod. 

"Okay, Terrance…" The way it sounds and feels coming out of your mouth makes the smile grow wider on your face. You’re almost embarrassed, and you try and force the feeling down as you finish speaking to him.

"…I am going to do something for you, and it will 1000% change your life, and all you gotta do is say yes to my next question…

So…do you trust me?" You ask him with an unreadable expression. He watches you closely with furrowed eyebrows and quirks one as he answers.

"Uh, y…es?" Causing you to laugh as you nod. 

"Good. Follow me." As you make your way downstairs, you hear his heavy footsteps following close behind. Grabbing your jacket from near the front door, you head outside, get into your car, and once Terry is in, you both head off.

"So, uh…something tells me you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going, hm?"

You laugh, throwing your head back slightly, and signal your turn light. Terry watches you closely, something about the way it sounds, how it comes out of your mouth, so genuine, so natural, almost laughing from your full belly makes him smile, wanting to hear more.

"You catch on quick…I like you, I think I’ll keep you around." You turn another corner, sparing him a quick glance, as you keep your eyes on the road, smiling softly.  

After about a few more minutes of driving, you pull up to a pharmacy. Once you park, you hop out of the car.

Terry eyes you suspiciously and is confused, but he follows behind you.

"Before you speak…Yes, I know, it’s weird. But it’s also past 2am, and we don’t have a lot of options, so the next best thing it is; now, follow me, young man!" You do a silly march to the sliding doors, walk inside, and head straight towards the snack section.

From behind you, he shakes his head lightly at your silliness and makes a small saluting gesture.

"Sir, yes, sir…." He mumbles as he jogs slightly to catch up with you.

Once he does, you’re standing with a hand on your hip, tapping a foot on the floor, biting the inside of your cheek, and he just stares at you, awaiting your next move.

You stare between him and the generic cupcakes with a furrowed brow as if studying them for a few moments and put a hand out toward them.

"Pick."

He looks at you, beyond confused, and scratches against his forehead as he speaks.

"What?"

You gesture towards the 5 different options in front of you both and tell him once again.

"Pick one…."

It takes him a minute or so, but once he puts two and two together he sighs, laughing quietly to himself. He shakes his head as he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck.

"You know you don’t have to do this, right? When I was telling you earlier, it wasn’t for some sort of pi—"

You hold a hand up, cutting him off as you turn to face him, staring him directly in the eyes.

"Terry- Terrance….it is your 21st birthday. You were already at a shitty house party you were forced to go to, and it is now…

You check your watch.

It's 2:37am, and though extremely sweet, the only person who’s called you is your nana. Not only that, but you said your birthday is "just another day" for you….And because of that, respectfully, I refuse for her call to be the highlight of your day and perhaps even the only thing you looked forward to."

You step closer to him, closing a barely noticeable gap, and bring a hand to his shoulder, grasping at him softly.

"So I need you to turn this off and pick a damn cupcake…please." You say through a laugh, poking at his forehead lightly and stepping back to give him space to make his choice.

He just stares at you for what feels like forever. Initially, you know he needs a moment to recover from you being all in his space like that, especially since you barely know one another, which is starting to make you nervous and feel like you possibly overstepped.

That is, until a corner of his mouth slowly falls upward, into that sweet, calm grin. It's almost like he's trying to suppress a larger smile, and it makes you smile yourself.

Terry thinks about how close you were only a few moments ago. To anyone looking from the outside, the exchange barely lasted more than a minute, but god, it felt like at least 20+ to him. It’s been a long time since he felt so nervous like this around a person, but you weirdly make him feel both on edge and oh-so comfortable at the same time.

He never does much for himself; everything he does is usually for other people. It's not that he minds it, but he honestly cannot remember the last time someone forced him to take time and make a choice just for him. It almost feels like too much responsibility, which is not a phrase in Terry’s vocabulary.

He shakes his head, pushing out a laugh as he recalls your words. "…turn this off, and pick a damn cupcake…" And pick a damn cupcake he did.

"Double chocolate…"

You smile, nodding as you pick it up and hand it to him.

"Great choice." You say as you take some cash out your back pocket, handing it over to him.

"Okay now go pay for that, and I’ll get some candles and stuff and meet you at the car."

He stands back, giving you a small salute, and heads towards the register. You can’t help but laugh to yourself as you go get the remainder of the items, pay, and meet him back at the car.

The way he idly lazes against your car, like it's the most natural thing in the world, makes you laugh. How a person can seem like they just fit in a place they've never been before is beyond you...but you are starting to gather the key to "understanding" Terry is to simply just leave things be, things'll make sense, when they make sense.

"We ready?" His words pull you from your ever-running mind as you unlock the doors for you both.

You hold up the bag of goodies and nod as you look him in the eyes and just barely brush past him to get in the car.

"Mhmm, let us go." he clicks his tongue against his teeth, smiling as he climbs into the car.

You start it up and begin driving, turning on the radio and letting it play low. 

The ambiance in the car between you both is almost palpable. He holds the small 4-piece case of cupcakes in his hand on his lap as he squeezes his other hand between the seat and his thigh. His hands are sweaty, and he is embarrassingly overthinking every moment he shares with you.

Though he won’t readily admit it, he already knew who you were on the balcony, he’s seen you around campus, and he most definitely remembered you from your shared 10am art class. He’s never been much of a morning person, but seeing you with a smile every time you strolled in at 9:55 am on the dot, taking your seat, catching up with a few friends from the class, and always bringing along some kind of snack.

It made him wonder what your favorite was if you were more of a sweet or a savory kind of person like him? He hadn’t really ever spoken to you before, but he’s always wanted to. 

Shy isn’t necessarily the word someone would use to describe Terry; reserved is more accurate. But you make those things seem so unimportant. You make him want to get closer to you and learn more. So long as it means basking in whatever light you shine, then so be it.

He’s brought back to earth when he feels your hand on his leg. Thus causing a shiver to run along his spine as he looks at your hand, following up your arm and landing at those big and beautiful brown eyes.

"Hey, we’re here…" you say to him softly.

He’s almost too embarrassed to speak, barely mumbling out an apology as he nods. Trying his best not to think about the embarrassing spaced-out look he probably had on his face. Shaking your head, you squeeze his thigh once before letting go.

"All good, come on." You climb out of the car, feeling the cool air against your face. The Overlook has always been one of your favorite places. You give yourself a moment after heading to your trunk as you open it and set a few things up for you both. You look out at the skyline, hoping that Terry will enjoy the view as much as you do. Climbing in the newly set up trunk, you realize Terry still hasn't gotten out of the car yet.

"You coming?" Your words pull him out of his head as he nods and gets out of the car, climbing his long-limbed self into the trunk with you.

"I know it’s not the biggest thing in the world, but it’s either this or sit directly on the ground…look, it was pretty short notice." He laughs, getting comfortable enough, and shakes his head.

"Nah, this is good. Okay, so don’t leave me in suspense. What are we doing out here?" he asks as he takes in the view himself. You watch him closely. He closes his eyes for a moment, taking it all in, breathing in the earthy scent and almost relaxing wholly with you.

You smile brightly, putting a hand out so he can hand over the cupcake pack. He does and watches you as you put things together.

"Ahh, and there comes the fun part." You say, setting it on your lap, taking out the bag from the pharmacy, and setting up the small candle pack. As you try your best to spread the 10 little sticks evenly across the 4 cupcakes, he looks at you softly, taking in your composed nature and the determination in your eyes to ensure everything is perfect. This causes him to smile and chuckle to himself quietly. Someone he barely knows is sitting here trying to make something perfect….for him? What an unusual night. What an even more unusual and unexpected birthday.

“And don- wait…” You light the candles quickly and then smile to yourself, proud of your simple but hard work.

“Okay…now I'm done!” You smile up at him as you hold the case of cupcakes up carefully so as not to put out the candles.

He smiles back at you, shaking his head, probably at your excitement, but his smile is so sweet and soft that you can let it go at once. He leans down to blow out the candles—

“Terrance! Make a wish first nigga…” he looks at you like you have two heads before he rolls his eyes with laugh.

“Are you serious? There’s only 10 candles, and I’m turning 21…you want me to actually make a wish on this?”

Looking at him with a slight glare, you explain- "Well there were only 3's, 5's, 7's, 8's and one pack of 10 left…so either you were gonna be 73, 58 or 10…had to make a judgment call." you say with a shrug.

He laughs, nodding as he understands the cosmic predicament you found yourself in. 

"So I'm 10 years old today huh?" he asks with an amused smile, making you nod along to his question.

"Yes, you are turning 10 today, Terrance. Now close your eyes and make a wish…I'll even close my eyes and turn my head away if it makes you feel any better." Though you are joking, Terry is sure that if he asked, you would actually do it. He huffs out a laugh and settles down slightly as he closes his eyes for a few moments and makes his wish.

You use this time to take in his face simply; the only light between you is the candles and just a bit coming from the skyline at the Overlook. You have to physically force your hands to stay put. He almost seems like a painting. You can see his dark circles, probably from a long semester, perhaps from something more. You wish you could help; just lessen the load on his shoulders even if for a little while. You see a small scar on the edge of his left eyebrow, you wonder from what, hoping one day you can hear the story. 

He blows out the candles after another minute or so, and when he opens his eyes, you're both just staring at each other. The moment is nerve-wracking but also the most comfortable you have felt in a long time. It's almost a battle of wills to see who will break first, and you feel your stomach turning and your neck growing warm, so you take the initiative, clearing your throat and looking away, setting the case down between you both and taking the blown out candles off and setting them aside. You feel his eyes on you as you clean up a little and take a cupcake out of case, which he does as well.

You both bite into your cupcakes, and after a few moments of chewing, you look at him with a sad chewing smile.

"That is…stal—"

"Yeah…that's stale…"

Nodding along with him, you force the bite down. You look at one another in silence again before you both break out in laughter. 

"Well, here's to your 10th birthday, huh?" 

His laughs only continue, and it makes you feel proud. Hopefully, it's better than the day he would have had otherwise. 

"Best 10th birthday a guy would ask for…" he says as he looks at you softly. You smile, nodding, feeling warm inside and then you remember that you have something else for him. 

"Oh! That's not all…we still have one more surprise in store…" he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, and you look at him with a knowing look. He shakes his head, closing his eyes, causing you to laugh, and you pull the small gift from behind your back, placing it in his lap. 

He feels around it and opens his eyes. He immediately looks up at you with a large grin, you can't help but laugh slightly, knowing you may have just hit the mark. 

He takes the generic stick on bow off it and looks through the soft leather-bound sketchbook. 

"I know, I know…I'm amazing, you don't have to say it… and you are very welcome." Your sarcastic but playful tone causes him to hum in agreement, rolling his eyes. 

"…You got this from the pharmacy didn't you? That's why you sent me away to get the cupcakes..." his words cause you to stop dead in your tracks, looking at him with an unreadable expression, blinking slowly. 

"The magic…your 10th birthday….yeah, you're ruining it…" Your words cause him to laugh hard, throwing his head back. Once he catches his breath, he looks at you with an apologetic smile as he nods. You aren't even a little serious, but something about watching him be so happy, even in just this moment, makes you think, how in the hell could anyone ever be angry with him? Ever be anything less than nice to him? Do anything less than constantly consider him? 

"Okay, okay…I'm sorry— All jokes aside though, thank you forreal, this is dope…thank you." he looks at you so genuinely, and you can feel the honesty and gratefulness pouring off of him, and it's taking a whole lot in you to not just reach forward and feel his warmth against you. You simply nod and try your best to keep your racing heartbeat at bay. 

You look at your watch and see it's a little past 3am, and you start cleaning up. 

"We should probably start heading back. I promised to get the girls back to campus at a decent hour." He nods understanding, and you both hop back in the front seats and take the drive back to the house. 

The ride is quiet but so warm, a thrilling contrast to the crisp air of the late night/early morning. You both steal and sneak glances at one another throughout the ride, but it's all unspoken, and you wouldn't want it any other way. 

You catch a long red light when you are down the street from the house, and you look over to a closed-eyed Terry. He seems so much more calm and at ease than he was earlier when you interrupted his time on the balcony. He holds a faint smile on his face, and you can't help but smile yourself as the light turns green and you face the road again, knowing that no matter what happens, this is definitely an experience you will take with you for the rest of your life. You just hope he feels the same.

As you finish checking on the second little munchkin, you leave her door cracked and head back into the kitchen, catching your husband finishing up the dishes from dinner. 

You smile to yourself and head over to the large sign made by your 3-year-old twins Elijah and Iliyah, which reads; "HAPPY 31st BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!"

He hears the chair scrape behind him as you step on it to pull it down. 

"You can leave it up for a little longer…for Jah and Ili—"

You laugh at his attempt to act nonchalantly as you climb down from the chair and move to put away the remainder of dinner. When you finish, you run your hand along his back as you pass him near the sink; hearing his soft hum in reply to your small touch brings a smile to your face as you head over to the couch, preparing your last gifts for the night.

"Be quick, the night isn't complete yet, Mr. Richmond…" he finishes up the last dishes, drying his hands, and meets you at the couch. 

Just as he sits, you finish lighting the last candle. "We finally hit that big 2 1 huh?" He says laughing upon seeing the numbered candles on the cupcakes. 

He closes his eyes and makes his wish. Once he blows out the candles, he takes the case from you, passing you a cupcake, as he takes his own. 

You both bite into it and share a look.

"Dear god…all these years later and its still fucking terrible." You can't help but laugh as you nod, watching him closely. He looks at you, rather looks through you as he takes your cupcake setting it alongside his on the coffee table.

"Mrs. Richmond, I know there's more…that big ol' brain of yours is always working." You push against his leg playfully and grab your gift from behind a throw pillow, handing it to him. 

"Now…when you open it, I know you'll fight the urge to have a stroke…but I need you to know I was as safe and precise as possible. Practically used a surgical hand to get it out— I promise." he looks almost scared as he opens the gift. When he sees it, he's stunned and can't stop himself from looking between you and the framed picture of a sketch he made of the Overlook with you at the edge of it. 

This sketch being the first thing he ever drew in the gift you gave him ten years ago. 

"It's a pretty important moment in our relationship. It only felt right, plus I know you've been wanting to have more of your old sketches in the new office, so ya know, two birds-one stone…" Your words trail off as he sets the framed sketch next to the pharmacy cupcakes, pulling you into him. He holds you close, kissing your temple, and you enjoy his warmth as usual. You both sit in a comfortable silence as you listen to his soft breathing; it almost lulls you straight to sleep after a long day with the kids preparing for tonight, though the clearing of his throat causes you to open your eyes, giving him all your attention. 

"Did I ever tell you what I wished for that night?" You shake your head at his soft words, feeling the rumble of his chuckles against your back.

Once you help your friends into your car—with Terry's help, of course—you get settled in yourself, and he jogs around to the driver's side as you roll down your window. 

"Terrance…" he just stares at you with a fond look and god you want to kiss him so badly. You keep a hand on the steering wheel and the other lying against the door with your face resting against your fist, attempting to cover your stupidly embarrassing grin.

"Hmm?" You roll your eyes and shake your head while laughing. 

"Oh my god…go in the house!" suppressing your giggle, you purse your lips and nod towards his friend's place.

He bites his lip as he tries to keep his own smile down; you actually feel like hitting him now. He's not being fair in the slightest at this point.

"Am I gonna see you tomorrow, huh?" He tries his best to keep the giddy feeling inside, but he stares at you so closely and sees that adorable smile on your face, no matter how much you try to hide it. Fuck, he needs to kiss you. 

"Maybe…I don't know. We'll see…" you say looking at him innocently, shrugging your shoulders. 

That's the last straw for him. He looks at you with a face you can barely read, and just as you are about to ask if he's okay, he speaks. 

"I really want to kiss you…" You feel your heart stop and while you try and catch your breath, you feel yourself nodding.

You watch as he bends down to meet you at the window; feeling his lips against yours is like nothing you've ever felt. All that overdramatic, sappy storybook stuff that people talk about…unfortunately, it is very much real. Though fortunately for you…you are over the moon. It's him causing it. 

He brings a hand to your face, his thumb softly grazing against your cheek and ear, almost pulling you impossibly closer to him, which forces a soft whimper from your throat, procuring a groan of his own. 

Hearing a car horn snatches you both from the moment, and you immediately put a hand over your mouth. A moment later, you realize the sound was of your own making. 

Forgetting that your hand was even on the wheel, in trying to get yourself closer to Terry, you mistakenly slid against it. 

You both look at each other and laugh shyly, trying to keep your eyes off one another while also stealing any glances you can. 

"I-- Yeah…I am gonna go. I'm gonna go…" you say, keeping your eyes on the road as you start up your car.

He nods softly, chuckling as he taps the top of your car twice, backing up and giving you space to pull off. 

You look at him for another few moments and start pulling off.

"Goodnight, Terrance…" You say softly as you drive off. You watch him from your rearview, and he stands there all the way until you can no longer see him. 

"So you got your wish?" you ask him as you turn lightly in his hold, just wanting to look at him, laying your chin against his chest.

He looks down at you, nodding, as he kisses against your nose, temple, and lips. 

"Seems like it…" 

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[henneseyhoe]

Have Your Cake- Drabble #2 💭

Paring: Terry Richmond x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Content, Sub!Terry

Oh nothing…Just thinking about Dom!reader using a pretty pink bow as a cockring for Terry, tying it with just the right about of tightness around his heavy dick and balls, grouping them together.

Precum would drool from the tip of him, sticking to your finger when you touched to test just how much there really was. He’d flinch, his birthday sash placed so cutely on his bare torso rustling against his skin and his muscular thighs tensing up as he bore down, preparing himself for what you were gonna do next.

He didn’t know if it was a slap that was to come, a kiss, a stroke, whatever. He was clueless and so hard that he almost didn’t want you to touch him at all, the first few seconds of contact being almost unbearable for him. Painful, even. A pain that he couldn’t even explain if asked.

You let go and watch his dick twitch as if it were dancing for you, the shaft hitting his stomach with a heavy tap before it stood tall like a ready soldier once more.

“I betchu just ready to bust.. Ain’t you, baby?”

You asked like the absolute bitch you were, knowing exactly what he was ready to do.

He nods and sucks air through his clenched teeth, desperately trying to hold himself off from cumming all over you. But, he couldn’t help it. He could just feel that heat climbing up his stomach with butterflies that had his head spinning.

“Baby, please-“

“Aht! I wanna watch it. Make that shit cum for me”

The way he squirmed in his seat, he was such a good boy that you didn’t even have to tie him down this time, giving him the freedom to move which he took liberty in by dragging his short nails up his thighs when the feeling got too intense, red stripes following after his fingers the longer he dragged.

His grunts could be heard all the way downstairs if anyone else was home. Now, white strings of his cum were lazily pouring out of his tip, and usually he was a shooter.

💌~Happy birthday, Terry 🤭<3

[slippinninque]

💓🌦️🏃🏽🏃🏾‍♀️🌦️💓

Terry Richmond x blackfemreader

Warnings: none! Fluff!!! Kissing in the rain!! Rainy day vibes, no real plot

The clouds rumbled above your heads and, blotting out the sounds of laughter as the two of you mad the mad dash to cover.

The sudden rain made everything smell fresh and old at the same time. It was like you were smelling the secrets of the Earth with every gust of wind. Running through the trail like mischievous children, speckled with mud and dappled with fallen leaves, all thoughts of working up a good sweat from a run was blown away by the building breezes. 

Lucky for you both that there was a part of the trail that had nothing but grand, old trees that hikers used often to rest under. They acted as your shields to the rain and would remain so until the two of you could reach the parking lot.

Under a sturdy tree, its branches are expansive enough to touch the ground before swinging back up into the air. The company it kept with neighbouring canopy was enough to keep you and Terry from the rain that’s begun to fall again.

You took a good look at him standing there and started giggling. 

“I feel like I should apologize again.” Terry sighed as he used the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face. You did the same after you got yourself a nice, good peek at the glistening skin of his stomach. 

“You’re fine, you're fine. This was mutually planned, I have a weather app somewhere on my phone that would have been useful," You tsked softly, "Though maybe I won't be as traumatized if I got my hands on that last piece of cheesecake in the fridge..."

Terry’s laugh was closer than expected, you turned to see him stretching upwards with a contented noise before he turned his head up towards the clouds. You watched him as you wrung the rainwater from your locs. You leaned up against the trunk of the tree, watching him appreciate nature as it held you both hostage. 

Framed by glistening, wide-faced leaves of the oak tree, Terry looked really good in rain. To be honest, that man would look good in a pitch black room, blindfolded. Yet there was someone about him relaxing in the evergreen or floating aimlessly in the ocean, Terry looked at home.

Perhaps he could feel your eyes on him. Terry looked over his shoulder with a look that had you biting your lip at him, barely able to hold back your smile. Terry came forward, reaching up to playfully press a leaf to your stomach just to see it stick.

You snorted and put your arms around his waist when he was close enough. Terry reached up the bark behind you in a light stretch, his eyes slipping close. A light mist began to form from the rain and you felt refreshed, the earlier sweat you worked up chilling from the light drop of temperature. Everything started to feel dreamy, from the way the sky began to smear the sunshine with rain to the knightly way Terry touched you.

You jumped when thunder cracked above, Terry watching you with a little smile as you looked at him sheepishly,

“Isn’t nature just grand?”

“Absolutely beautiful…” He said quietly as he put his forehead to yours. Contentedness washed through you as his big, sticky man nuzzled you and pressed kisses to what he could reach of your damp skin.

With his hands on you and your back to the bark, you took a deep breath.

All you could hear was the rustle and tapping of small branches and loose leaves, you even could smell the oncoming storm from the rambunctious winds. You could feel the faint ache of your legs from your previous running and where you were beginning to stick to each other.

You filled your lungs with the scent of nature and your head with the delightful week you spent with your man doing all the little things. Grocery shopping, gathering odd and ends for the week.

Rubbing each other's backs when getting up for the work day was just too much. All the excited planning for a long day in the park only to be outmaneuvered by the weather of all things.

It wasn't terrible, though. It's rare for you to see Terry be taken by surprise. Seeing him look up at the sky with his mouth open in surprise, you wish there was a way to frame it.

You wanted to hold onto the image of Terry looking over his shoulders at you, smiling so hard that his eyes were only twinkles caught between fallen droplets. Of him waving you under the cover of one tree after another, pulling you into his arms and kissing the rest of your breath away.

The sight of the greenery around him as he gave you kiss after kiss. You wondered what he would look like with his back to the grass--his chest and palms streaked with dirt left by your hands.

The storm cleared its throat in the distance and Terry squeezed you once, leaning in to drop a kiss to your lips. This one was different. This one has you grateful for the cover of the tall grass and low clouds. Maybe you'll get an answer to your earlier yearning...

There were only the two of you and the never ending sky. There was no place to be and neither one of you wanted to rush through this moment. The storm would find you together and chase you down the very same way.

Until then, you wrapped around each other and exchanged the quiet birdsong in your hearts.

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💕Ending notes💕: 🧁💕🎂✨🎁Happy Birthday Terry!!!!����✨💕🎂🎁🎈🎉Thank you so much Mega for having this wonderful idea for this lovely man!! This fic was mainly vibes thanks to the rain that swept through my neck of the woods 🤣

Tell me what you think and thank you so much for reading!! 💖💖

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[ranikyani]

Countdown: 5 Days Until Terry’s Birthday Bash

What is it about Terry Richmond that has us in a mf chokehold!? I’m ready to start unpacking this… I love his calm demeanor but for me, uncensored!terry & loud!Terry just does something else to me 👀

Shoutout to @megamindsecretlair for reminding us Terry was a pisces man and his birthday is in 5 days

:// Chat, Which Terry should I post tmmr?

[westside-rot]

Happy Birthday to our husband Terry Richmond

[mrsknowitallll]

I had no idea that there was a writing event for Terry’s birthday going on, that is so dope! (Started by @megamindsecretlair btw) Here’s my contributionnn 😋

All I Want Is You part 1 & part two (series is ongoing)

[theogbadbitch]

Need to tell Mr. Richmond happy birthday in a room in which there are no others🫦

[simplyzeeka]

Episode 4. Season 1

Empty Promises

Does your mind play this game too?

Think 'bout me and you?

I guess I'll just pretend, until it all makes sense

Hmm-mm-hmm, hmm-hmm

Warnings: MDNI!! Profanity, adult themes.

Summary: Lost charms and empty promises bring Syrae and Terry to a conclusion that mends a very heavy problem, which leaves Syrae gripping on hope that does nothing to soothe her worries.

Previously on Something Seasonal

There's nothing Syrae hated more than losing things. She believed she was a careful and responsible person, wouldn't compromise her belongings to where they could get lost. And when she did lose something, it messed up the rest of her day, week he'll even months before it was found.

“Are you sure it ain't in your bag?” resonated Broisa's voice from the other end of the line.

Syrae balanced her phone between her head and shoulder as she filled her entire apartment upside down. “Didn't you just hear me say that it ain't?”

She snapped, dropping the pillow that rested in her clenched hands.

“Okay, calm down, Rae. We gon’ find it.” Broisa assured with a resigned sigh.

It had been days since Syrae lost the small and old charm she always kept with her. Broisa had yet to know the importance the charm held to Syrae, all she knew was that the woman always had it on her, and would flip everything upside down to find it, as she was at that moment.

Syrae could only exhale at the failed attempt of Broisa’s comfort. She plopped herself down on her sofa, resting her head in her hand. She let her fingers thread through her tangled coils, scratching against her scalp, flakes of dandruff collecting under her nails. She needed to wash her hair today.

“Let's talk bout somethin’ else. You coming to work today?” Syrae deflected.

Broisa hummed into the line, the sound of stirring against ceramic filling Syrae’s ears. Syrae concluded that she was making her afternoon tea. Broisa would drink tea in unbearable heat, and Syrae always judged her for that.

“Mhm, sure is. It's gon’ be busy tonight, might get more than a few bands tonight.”

Syrae nodded and hummed at that. It was a special event at the strip club. It was Randy's birthday, the owner of the club and Syrae’s boss.

“Girl yes, I might be able to get the place I been saving up for.”

His birthday bash was always something he threw every year. The club was usually packed because entrance fees were cheaper.

“Amen to that, hopefully I’ma get enough to move out of this shitty place.” Syrae hummed in agreement, her shoulder sagging in anticipation of that thought alone.

She’d been wanting to move out of her shitty apartment for some time now. Stripping only did so much to handle bills, especially with sixty percent of her earnings going to her boss. Getting a decent place was out of the picture.

While her apartment looked homey to the eyes, courtesy to Broisa’s love for decor, the place had many issues the landlord did not care about fixing.

“I been saying you could come stay with me, I got a spare bedroom.”

Syrae immediately shook her head and hummed a soft, yet polite, ‘no’. As much as Broisa’s place looked good, and the facilities were much better, Syrae always liked being in her own space. She had a routine for many things and living was someone completely foreign to her space would only compromise that. That, and the fact that she had more than a little sprinkle of pride that wouldn't allow for her to accept help from anyone, friend and foe alike.

“Don’t worry about me, girl. I almost got enough to cover three months. This night might just be the night.”

Broisa only sighed through the line, having heard that excuse many times from Syrae, the sentence damn near sounded like a chorus. All she could do was sip her tea vigorously to avoid letting her annoyance show from Syrae’s persistence at maintaining her prideful stance.

Despite them being friends for years, Broisa has failed time and time again from scratching beyond surface level with Syrae. And while she tries not to psychoanalyze the woman, it's extremely hard not to do so, given the dirt and bugs she’s given, barely anything fruitful.

The two women spent a little while longer on the phone before fell into their daily errands, and unfortunately for Syrae, that included fixing the leaking toilet in the bathroom

It had been roughly twenty minutes and some change that Terry had spent on the treadmill. The gym was a little emptier than usual, which he wasn't complaining about, he needed the quiet to settle into his thoughts.

These past few days had been hard for him, work was stressful. One of his workers was dealing with loss, and while Terry gladly gave them some time off, it threw the routine in the workshop off balance and frankly, everything was a mess.

The air of his home clogged his throat, the mere smell of lavender was enough to bring a sting to his eyes, a persistent reminder of his unfaithfulness.

But among the lingering scent of his wife, a small, purple charm that laid on his coffee table did a much better job at adding to his never wavering guilt.

The kiss lasted for damn near an eternity, but every time their lips separated for some air,Terry couldn’t help but miss the taste of cherry and liquor on her tongue.

Hands wandered and lips locked intensively. Their hips ground against each other intentionally, creating delicious friction that did nothing to soothe the ache in their stomachs.

It wasn't enough, Terry was so close yet so far away. Syrae just needed him a little… only a little close, just to relieve the tightening in her stomach and stop the ache that grew in her heart.

Syrae’s hand moved down the thickness of her thighs, her hand covered the large one that squeezed her flesh, directing it closer to where she leaked and pined the most.

Terry complied, his hand fitting perfectly underneath her dress, gripping at the thin material of her lace underwear. Just as he was about to pull the material off her thighs, the sound of a door banging closed and the drunken laughter of a group of women startled the pair apart.

Terry wiped at the sides of his mouth, ridding his lips of the sheer lip gloss that once decorated Syrae’s lips.

With her head leaned against the wall, Syrae exhaled heavily, listening attentively as stumbling steps and loud chatter got softer.

The two remained apart, even after the group of women pong disappeared from their sight. Syrae couldn't find herself to look at Terry, and before he knew it, she stood straight and gathered her heels in her hands.

“Syrae-.” Terry began, already knowing what she was trying to do. He wouldn't watch her leave after what they just did. He Couldn't.

Syrae held a hand up and began walking off, tears filling the brim of her eyes as the intensity of the situation fell on her like a collapsing home, most especially Terry's

“Syrae!” Terry called out yet again, watching as she ran out of the alley before making a sharp turn. She was already too far, and he’s guilt wouldn't allow himself to follow her.

Terry hadn't felt like more of a coward than in that moment.

It wasn't until his gaze fell on the floor, back where she stood against the wall, until he noticed a small object on the floor.

Reluctantly, Terry picked it up, scrutinized the charm and made a mental connection. This belonged to Syrae.

And Terry hated how those bloody butterflies twisted at the ides of having another reason to see her. He hated how his heart jumped, believing this was another ‘opportunity’ presented to him.

He hated how no once did he think about Amber and the words he vowed to her.

But what Terry hated the most, is how his lips tingled in withdrawal, already in need of another fix of galaxies.

Flashback over

“Aye, Terry!” The green-eyed Adonis is called out of his daydream, forcing him off the treadmill before he fell.

“Yo, you good bro?” Yosohn asked with a frown on his face He had been calling Terry’s name a number of times, but the man seemed out of it.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Terry responded.

He stepped off the treadmill, wiping the sweat off his face with a towel he had hanging over the machine. Truthfully, he had forgotten that Yosohn accompanied him to the gym, too wrapped up in his own thoughts to even hold proper conversation with his friend.

“It don't seem like it, called your name like ten times.” he said, “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.” Terry insisted, his shoulder lifting and dropping before he took a sip of cold water. It did enough to cool his burning body from the intense workouts.

“Or should I say Who’s on your mind.” Yosohn raised a brow, What tone leading as assumption rolled off his tongue.

“What you tryna say?” Terry retorted, his brows dipping into his skin, creating ridges in the middle of his forehead as he stared at Yosohn, offended.

He turned his back to the other male, picking up a dumbbell in each hand, spreading his legs apart tobegin his bicep curls.

Yoshon smacked his lips, shaking his head at Terry’s incompetence and refusal to admit what was obvious to everyone. He moved to stand beside the taller male, leaning against the cold steel railing where blue yoga balls and dumbbells rested.

“Come on, T.” Yosohn began, “I’m not stupid.”

“Didn't say you were. I’m just a little confu-”

“Don’t give me that bullshit man, I’m talkin’ bout Syrae.” Yosohn interrupted, a deep mug on his face as his foot began tapping on the black, fitted carpet of the gym.

“What about her?” Terry grunted. While his focus seemed to be on the exercise, his mind ran at fifty per minute. Images of Syrae and what they shouldn't have done weighing heavy on his conscious. Sometimes if he thought hard enough, he could still taste her and a sprinkle of stars.

“What’s goin on between y’all? Me and Isla noticed how y’all were looking at each other the other night.”

“We just friends, Sohn.”

“You sure?” he asked, “I don't be looking at my ‘friends’ like I’m tryna dick em down.” Yosohn imitated inverted commas with his fingers at the word ‘friends’.

“That’s not how I look at-”

“Especially since I’ve got my own woman.”

Terry dropped the dumbbells onto the ground, the carpet drowning out the impact. His jaw clenched before he turned to Yosohn, shoulders rolling slightly to relieve the tension on his neck.

He looked around the gym, people weren't paying attention to the boiling argument, the sound of gym equipment being used did enough to drown out the sound of their conversation.

“I don't know what you saw, or what you think you saw.” Terry looked back at Yosohn, “But I'ma tell you this. I love my woman, and my eyes ain't wandering to anybody else. So get that base off your chest and come spot me.”

Terry pat Yosohn's shoulder before walking past him. His heart was beating out of his chest, his breathing slightly tagged which he could freely blame on the exercises. Terry couldn't help but wonder just how much Yosohn saw, was he really that obvious when near Syrae?

Yosohn followed Terry towards the weight training bench. He exhaled at the conversation, not feeling half as satisfied with the outcome as he would've hoped.

The two men moved past the tension and continued with their routines, helping one another get their workout in before they headed home. Both with thoughts weighing heavy in their mind.

It was a little past midnight, and Syrae had concluded that she's had enough of Gravity and dancing for its ‘esteemed’ inhabitants.

Or in better words… fuck Gravity and every cheapskate in there. You would think people would throw more cash at the stage since they paid less at entrance.

Technically, she was finally off the clock for the night. Despite the event, she would abide by her ‘contracted’ working hours. Randy could kiss her ass.

Standing outside the club, Syrae leaned against Broisa's car, waiting for her to finish her private dance so they could get out of here and go home. Despite the thick leather coat that passed her knees, cat calls from various passerbys didn't seem to cease.

All she could do was roll her eyes and impatiently wait for her tardy friend, which really, was most definitely in character for Broisa.

“I'm here girl, I'm here.” The shorter woman said, running, or at least attempting to, towards her pink Peugeot.

Syrae couldn't help the laugh that scratched her throat from passing her lips, Broisa had always been an entertaining woman, even when she didn't try. “I can see that, what took you so long.”

Broisa explained how she got stuck in the private room having to help a passed out, middle aged man. Clearly some had too much to drink.

“Yeah, now you gotta get me some to eat.” Syrae raised her brow at Broisa before seating herself on the hood of the car, her feet barely dangling over.

Broisa laughed and rolled her eyes, having expected nothing less from Syrae, still she agreed. She got some sneakers out of the car and traded them for the heels on her feet before calling home beside Syrae.

“Seem like you in better moods, damn near chewed my head off this mornin’.” Broisa commented, eliciting a signature eye roll from Syrae, one reserved for her only.

“Lets not, I'm tryna distract myself from that.” A dull deflection is all Broisa received in return.

She still could not understand why the small charm held such importance to Syrae that it could turn her world completely upside-down. That thought doesn't last long as her eyes catch something in the distance.

“Well, I see a pretty good distraction at 9.” Broisa raised a brow.

Syrae looks to her right, catching sight of a six foot three, green-eyed, handsome bastard that seemed to be running the track coiling in her mind.

Terry Richmond had no business looking as good as he does. Casual jeans and t-shirt, covered by the thick cotton of his long, black trench coat. He had no business being near Syrae, looking as good as he does.

“Shit.” Syrae groaned and clenched her eyes shut when he noticed her before he meticulously took his steps towards her, one's that moved to the rhythm of her beating her heart.

She slid off the car and met him halfway. She wished she didn't, maybe then she wouldn't have noticed the change in his regular scent. He smelled like an ocean breeze and soft citrus.

He changed his cologne, and the reality that she picked up on something so small tickled her faint heart the same way his scent tickled her nose.

“Hey.”

“What you doin’ here?”

They spoke at the same time. Terry's brows dip into a frown, his lips opening slightly before closing again. He hadn't expected the ambush.

Syrae sighed, rubbed the bridge of her nose. Her gaze fleets behind her to Broisa before they train back to Terry. He needed to leave, because flashbacks from nights ago started placing bricks in her head.

“Terry, what you doin’ here?” She asked again, gently this time. Her gaze involuntarily softened from gazing in his eyes one second too long.

“Wanted to talk.” He muttered, clenching his hands in the pockets of his coat to soothe the need to reach out and touch her. He probably should just give her the charm and drive himself back home, but being in front of her, he wanted nothing more than another taste of space.

“We… we can't do that.” Syrae mumbles under her breath, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. Damn dragonflies.

Terry was stupid enough to ask why, as if the answer didn't lay in the way his breath hitched the more he looked at her, like oxygen ceased to exist when he was near Syrae.

“Terry, c’mon. We can't do thi-.”

“I have your charm.” He interrupted, not needing to hear her finish the sentence. For once he just didn't need… logic. “You dropped it… that night.”

He took one clenched fist out of his pocket, reaching the hand out to Syrae, revealing a plastic, purple charm. A heart with wings.

At first, when Terry found it on the floor, he deemed it unimportant. Until his fingers ran across the rough feel of something engraved on it. Initials that spelt out ‘K.B’.

Syrae's eyes darted from the object in his hand to his eyes. But the wave of relief that washed over her failed miserably at killing the damn fluttering in her stomach.

“But I just wanna talk, Rae. Can you give me that?” Terry whispered, taking one step closer before dropping the charm into her smaller hands, hands he's worked day and night to remove the imprints from his skin, and his memory.

She nodded her head, her throat too clogged up to say anything coherent. She hated the way rejection just seemed near impossible with Terry around. Since they've known each other, saying ‘no’ proved to be harder than what she would've liked.

Terry sighed in relief at her compliance. He nodded his head behind him, walked towards his car where they could talk privately.

Syrae looked back at Broisa, who already seemed to be looking at her with a brow raised. A look of scepticism painted her face, causing Syrae to gesture with her hands that she should wait.

Syrae followed behind Terry quietly. She climbed into the passenger seat after he opened the door for her, watching in the warmth of his car as he jogged around to climb into the drivers.

The interior of the car was as clean as a whistle. Shiny leather seats and surfaces free of dust. Syrae’s heart clenched at the scent that wafted the air in the car, however. Lavender.

There was a pregnant silence between them. Terry's eyes focused solely on the windshield while Syrae’s solely on her lap, where her fingers twirled around one another.

She felt distant. Terry wanted to look at her so badly, but stars seemed to be his weakness, even though they were deemed unreachable.

But when Syrae was the subject of his lens, chasing those unreachable balls of light didn't seem so impossible. Because she always had them floating around her, on her, even if they were faux. Like micro, plastic cut-outs that danced on her skin and shimmered in her light.

“You been ignoring my texts.” Terry said, not out of accusation, but out of observation.

Ever since she called him about his wallet, Terry had saved her number and they've been texting back and forth ever since about anything and everything. Those texts stopped after their drunken kiss.

“What was I s’posed to say, Terry?” Syrae sighed, already feeling a pending headache from the conversation between them.

“Could've at least let me know you made it home.” He responded and finally turned to face her. “You just ran off, Rae. I was worried.”

“Well you should've ran after me, made sure I was safe if you were so worried.” Syrae countered, holding back an eye roll as the attitude rolled off her tongue effortlessly.

“How was I ‘sposed to do that after we kiss-” He stopped himself, exhaled as his eyes were facing the front of the car again.

“Then how you expect me to text you after that?”

A great question, one Terry definitely didn't have an answer to. While he knew it was selfish of him to want to continue talking to Syrae after what happened, he also couldn't help indulging himself.

There's another heavy silence, this one filled with newfound tension.

Syrae looked out the window. The smell of lavender was so strong and it reminded her of the intensity of the situation.

“This was a mistake.” Syrae mumbled to herself before opening the passenger door and climbing put of the car.

Terry got out as well with a quickness, quickly rounding to reach Syrae before she walked away from the conversation… from him.

“Syrae! Damn it, could you stop walkin’ away from me?” He caught her arm, holding it gently as his thumb rubbed circles over her coat.

“Well I need to, Terry. Cause you clearly don't want to. This!” She points between the both of them animatedly. “Can't happen. That night wasn't supposed to happen because you're married.”

“And I know th-”

“Well then act like it!” Syrae exclaimed suddenly before looking around her, embarrassment settling at the outburst.

“I can't sleep sometimes, Terry. I keep thinkin’ bout how I stole such a… precious moment with another woman’s husband.” She whispered, looking everywhere but his eyes.

And that hurt Terry, he wanted her to look at him, but he didn't have the audacity to ask for such a thing. “It won't happen again.”

“And you gon’ stop it, like you did last time?” sarcasm oozed from Syrae’s rhetorical question. Because the answer was all in their current argument. Terry wouldn't be able to stop shit from happening between them.

“I just- I don't wanna lose you as a friend Rae. I… we could forget bout what happened.”

They couldn't, they wouldn't be able to. Because that was the first time in a long time that Syrae thought a man’s touch felt right. Despite how wrong it was or how drunk she was, she felt at ease when Terry touched her.

Still, even after that realisation, she still pondered at the idea of them being friends. That maybe that would work out, maybe she could forget all about their mutual attraction to one another.

“Terry, you and I can't be ‘just friends’.” She shook her head and looked off to the side.

Terry finally let go of her arm, placing his hands in the pockets of his coat. He didn't have anything that could dispute that, he was merely living in a fantasy where he could have her… platonically.

“Yes we can. Just let me show you.”

She pondered yet again, scratching at the exposed skin of her neck before exhaling through her nose. This was exactly what she was talking about, the rejection that just always seemed so impossible with Terry involved.

“Just friends?” She asked, finally looking up at him, and she wished she didn't. Because the earthy pools that looked back at her sold promises that she wasn't sure could be kept.

“Just friends.”

“No funny business?”

“Give you my word.”

“Well then say it.”

Terry laughed at that, the baritone woke the fluttering in Syrae's stomach. The sight of his smile enticing a smile of her own.

“I promise.” Terry muttered through his smile. Signed, sealed and delivered.

“Okay.” Syrae whispered, her fingers twiddling yet again. “We can stay friends, I guess.”

His smile widened, something Syrae thought wasn't even possible with the way he was cheesing moments before. She bet husband cheeks hurt more than hers.

“Okay. I'll see you around, Ms. Belles.” Terry nodded his head before walking backwards, keeping his eyes on Syrae which drew an unsolicited laugh from her chest as she shook her head at his antics. “Keep safe.”

“See you ‘round, Mr. Richmond.” She began, watching him back into the driver seat of his car. “And you too.”

Syrae watched as the car backed away from the parking lot of the club. She sighed heavily once it was out of her sight before she turned and walked back to Broisa, who was beyond curious with the interaction she just witnessed.

“Don't start.” Syrae warned with a flat face once she took notice of the other woman’s expression.

“I’m just worried. I thought I was seeing shit that night. I told Gage’s ass that there was somethin’ between the two of y'all and he aint believe.” Broisa rambled, which caused Syrae to roll her eyes and shake her head.

“Y'all havin’ pillow talk about my business?” Syrae frowned up at her friend.

“I mean, your life seem very interesting lately so why the hell not?” Broisa shrugged with a small smile before she focused on Syrae seriously, her eyes scanned her face intently.

“That's a married man, Rae. Freshly married might I add.”

“I know, Broisa. There ain't shit going on between me and that man.” Syrae quickly countered with a loud exhale at the reminder. The feel of the cold metal around his finger ironically burned the skin of her thigh since the kiss. She didn't need another reminder.

“I hope for your sake that's true, cause what I just saw ain't look like nothin’.” Broisa hummed lowly before sliding off her car and unlocking it. “Anyway, let go get somethin’ to eat. A girl hungry as fuck.”

Syrae watched as Broisa got into her car after her warning. Her heart thumped a bit faster at her words. She hoped so too, hoped so badly that Terry and her could stay friends, no matter how impossible it sounded to her heart.

“Fuck my life.” Syrae murmured under her breath before she walked to the passenger side of the car and climbed in.

She really, really hoped she could forget about that night, the kiss, the idea of something romantic with Terry. But why did hope suddenly feel like something so far-fetched.

A/n: Finally, with this chapter out of the way, we can get to the nitty gritty of the story. The first four chapters were just introducing us to the characters and the situation. Now we can go into the problems and the angst.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Red Allen, Al Bowlly, Iona Brown, Nicolas Cage, Marshall Chapman, Katie Couric, Dave Cousins, Dustin Diamond, Millard Fillmore, Five for Fighting, Gerónimo Baqueiro Foster, Juan Gabriel, the Gibson Flying V guitar (1958), Leslie Grace, Erin Gray, Clara Haskil, Sammo Hung, Zora Neale Hurston, Irrfan Khan, Linda Kozlowski, Earl Lindo, Kenny Loggins, Rick Marotta, Mike McGear (McCartney), Butterfly McQueen, Ruth Negga, Wintley Phipps, Richard Podolor, Francis Poulenc, Jean-Pierre Rampal, Jeremy Renner, John Rich, Bernadette Soubirous a.k.a. St. Bernadette of Lourdes, Kathy Valentine, guitarist Alan Lee Williams, Bernadette Soubirous, Rory Storm, and the great entertainer, Paul Dick better known as Paul Revere. The ride of Paul Revere & The Raiders began in 1958 as a rock’n’roll update on Spike Jones. Later Mark Lindsay joined and PR&TR morphed into a tight music act, pushing back on the British Invasion bands of 1964 with garage band energy. The Raiders kicked out hit after hit in multiple genres including bubblegum, country rock, hard rock, psychedelia, and soul/r’n’b, all with dazzling excellence. They cut the first definitive version of “Louie Louie” before leaving their Oregon base for Los Angeles, joining Terry Melcher (Byrds producer) to launch a prolific and innovative run of great records that still play today: “Just Like Me��, “Kicks” and (recently in the film ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD) “Good Thing,” “Hungry,” “Mr. Sun Mr. Moon,” etc. 

 

In 1965, Dick Clark expanded his television jukebox, hiring PR&TR to host three TV shows, the best known being “Where The Action Is.” Before The Monkees even twanged “Last Train to Clarksville,” PR&TR had already set the bar for TV bands, gluing pre-adolescent me to the tube with rock’n’roll comedy and ear candy—and there was eye candy for 1000s of girls screaming for front man Mark Lindsay. He is also a powerhouse vocalist, able to croon soft sensual pop ballads then flip to paint-peeling bluesy growls. 

 

The hits crested in 1971 with “Indian Reservation.” Then the band line-up shifted while Paul rode on with new back-up musicians. Over the years I’ve intersected with various Raiders (sidebar: One of my former drummers, Erik Nielsen, worked with the late Drake Levin, an under-sung guitar marvel). 

 

Fast forward to January 2008. I’d been touring with Davy Jones (Monkees) for many years, and we often shared bills with Paul and long-time Raiders Ron Foos, Doug Heath, and Danny Krause—“brothers of the road.” We were on a cruise ship, floating somewhere on the Caribbean, partaking in Paul’s 70th birthday bash. During the revelry I got into a deep discussion with Paul about stage antics and how he got his Vox organ to “rhythmically float” on TV (he wouldn’t tell me the trick). Two years later, we were in Pittsburgh PA shooting a PBS-TV special and Paul enlisted me to persuade Davy to sing “Steppin’ Stone” with The Raiders (Davy balked, saying he didn’t want to wear Raider clothes, but eventually caved in). Sadly, Paul passed in 2014, but I’m glad I had the chance to tell him in person the joy and musical instruction he showed me on record and on stage.

 

If I had to pick one PR&TR track, it’s "Too Much Talk.” It blew my mind when I was a kid—my 45 of it cracked but I kept pressing it with my fingers till the vinyl tissued (the fidelity on this clip is a tad distorted, but the visuals speak volumes)…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EG30aN53GkY Meanwhile, heavenly HB PR and thank you for your years of spreading fun on screen and stage.

 

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This was too cute. I prefer laidback birthdays like this to big events with lots of people.

And if I had kids I'd be talking to them the same way Charlie talks to hers 🤣

Happy Birthday Terry Richmond

Terry Richmond xCharlie Richmond

"I want to say Happy Birthday to you, to you, OOoooh." Charlie hit a little dougie as she danced her way to Terry with a plate of chocolate chip pancakes top with powdered sugar, strawberries, a single candle. "Now, close your eyes, make a wish, think about it and blow out your candles." she continued to sing out. Terry closed his eyes and blew the flame out.

"Happy Birthday old man." Charlie wrapped her arms around her man and kissed her way up his neck, ending it with a deep longing kiss. Charlie eyes were closed long after he released her mouth, she ran her tongue across her lips.

"Whew" she needed to take a minute or two or five, after that kiss. She opened her eyes "Dang baby, you got my thoughts all jumbled, you know what kissing me like that, does to me." She chuckled "Babe. I have an amazing weekend planned for you, so, eat your breakfast and get dressed." Charlie knew that he was suspicious, but she walked out before he could speak on it.

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"Mama and Daddy are picking the kids up from school, I'm leaving the expedition."

Terry slowed his steps down as he watched Charlie go to the driver's seat. "You want me to drive?"

"No, I got it, thank you though." She winked at him.

"Alright, Cool." They got into his truck, "You gave the kids the rundown?"

"Ha! you know it, but my mama and daddy are not about to play with them like that. They know what it is." She answered confidently in her parents' ability to handle their five little rascals.

"I'm surprised the boys didn't tell me anything." He put his seatbelt on as Charlie started driving. "Where we going Charlie?"

She ignored his question "No one knew until this morning, that's why." Leaning over the console, she ran her manicured hand down his chest. "This weekend is all for you, you get whatever you want."

He cocked a bro, "Whatever I want huh?" He stroked his goatee "Can we do Anal?"

Charlie's jaw dropped before she busted out laughing. "Terry."

"You said, Whatever I want."

He was so serious. Charlie shook her head, "We'll See, she turned the volume up," Since I'm driving. It's my choice." She serenaded him the whole way there ""Let's make a love scene, steamy and blue. Erotic memories for an audience of two." Terry joined in caressing her bare thigh" and we'll make a love scene, let the foreplay begin and replay each moment again...." He rested his hand, where he always did whenever they were together-between her legs, and it stayed there. The ride was full of 2000's R&B, 80/90's hip-hop to present day. Charlie turned the music down as they pulled into the Marina.

"Come on." They walked up to the boathouse, outside waiting for them was the Boathouse owner Jerry. He was a tall white man, looked to be in his late 40's wearing a long sleeve Bamboo shirt with a green hat with sunglasses sitting on top. He extended his hand to Charlie

"Charlie?"

"Yes, Nice to meet you. This is my husband Terrence."

"Nice to meet you both. I'm Jerry, the owner of Murray's boathouse."

They listened as he gave them a little information about the company. "We've been renting out boats for about 15 years now. I'm glad that you chose to partner up with us today, man. Either of you have experience with driving a boat." Charlie pointed to Terry.

He nodded his head "Maybe we can get you driving today." Charlie shook her head laughing "Oh, I don't know about that. Jerry, I think that you want your boat back intact, so I'm gonna let my man handle that." she rubbed Terry's back.

"So, you have boating experience. Navy?" Jerry asked eyeing Terry's stance.

"Marines."

"I figured it was something. Thank you for your service. I really mean that. If y'all want to follow me, we can get paperwork started and then we'll get you started on a boat." That took thirty minutes, as they ran copies of their IDS and liability and insurance papers.

Jerry handed Terry the keys but looked at Charlie "You sure you don't want to drive."

"I'm good, thank you though." Charlie eyed Terry and took everything in her to keep a straight face."

"You two enjoy yourselves, if you need anything, you know how to contact. Happy Birthday Man." He patted Terry on the back before walking away.

"He was flirting hard with you, how much off did you get from this experience."

She hit him while laughing "Shut up Terry."

Terry was like a giddy kid as he maneuvered the boat out of the Marina. Charlie relaxed against the comfy leather seat. It was a perfect day to be on the water. It was a bright sunny day, not a single cloud in the sky. The wind blew, giving them a whiff of the salt water. Charlie studied shirtless body, the muscles in his back and the veins in his arms popped out as he whipped the boat this way and that. Charlie took tons of photos and videos. She leaned her head on Terry's arm as she held the phone out. "Out on the water with my husbanddd. "Terry threw up an awkward peace sign "Happy Birthday baby."

"Thank you, baby." He lifted his hat to kiss her. "Babe, look it's a dolphin." Chalrie eyes lit up "man, the kids would've loved this!" Forever the family man. She was over the moon that he was enjoying himself. He had been talking about getting back on the water for some time now and she was glad that she could this for him. They spent six hours on the water, before Terry was bringing that baby in."

"How was it?" Jerry asked smiling just as hard as her husband. Tery shook his head. "Man, that was amazing experience. Thank you."

"Hope to see y'all back again, one day."

"Oh, definitely." They thanked Jerry again before hopping back in the truck. Fifteen minutes later they were pulling up to their Air Bnb, it was a beach house with private access to the beach. The house was decorated with cream and browns. The living room had floor to ceiling windows with a cream colored sectional with a round brown coffee table. Paintings of the ocean hung on the wall adjacent to the built in bookshelf that carried books about Marine life. They did a small house tour before moving to the Master bedroom. Charlie let Terry go in first. Blue ballons were all over the room with a banner that read "Happy Birthday Terry!" Terry took it all in, before moving to open the gifts laid on the bed for him, it was an even bouquet of flowers. He looked back at Charlie before busting out laughing. "You play too much," One day he joked about how nice it would be to come home to flowers, and she didn't let it go.

"Enjoy your flowers babe." she teased swatting his hands away "Open your gifts," It was funny seeing Terry not knowing what gift to open first. He got clothes, shoes, an expensive watch and new gun. He whistled out looking at the weapon.

"Charlie, this is nice fuck, how you got this without me knowing."

"Trey. "She said plainly. He was one of her husband's best friends out here.

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Later that evening, Terry stood in front of the mirror edging up his goatee. He went through with a comb until it was to his satisfaction. Charlie leaned against doorjamb watching him. He looked so good. He caught her eye in the mirror, leaving her with a wink that she shyly returns. Charlie was about to say to hell with these reservations, but they had all weekend for that. "You look so good, I could hump you, but we got to hurry." After a quick little photoshoot, they were out of the door. They went to a popular steakhouse. The restaurant had a nice ambience, and the food was definitely up to par. Terry looked out Charlie as she signed the receipt. She always kept him in mind. She's been with him for 13 years and whether together or apart, she always made his birthdays special. Terry was never the one to get emotional, but man, this was hitting him in the chest. Charlie glanced up and smiled brightly at him. "Did you enjoy everything baby?"

"Come here, Charlie."

She immediately moved closer to him. He enveloped her in his arms. she looked up at him "Thank you for making my birthday special. This means everything to me baby. You mean everything to me. I love you baby."

"I'm glad that you could enjoy yourself baby and I love you too boo." They Kissed.

"Let's get out of here."

Back in the truck they facetimed the kids, so they could wish their daddy a Happy Birthday.

"When are y'all coming back?" TJ asked

"We're never coming home. Y'all living with your grandparents forever.” Charlie told the kids

"NOOOO" Callie started crying "I want my daddy."

"Babe, why you made her cry."

Charlie was cracking up "Callie stop, you're gonna see your daddy tomorrow. He'll be there to tuck y'all in. In the meantime, y'all better be good."

"Aye Mom, can we get Cane's tomorrow?"

"No. Love you, bye."

"Me and mommy will see y'all tomorrow. Love y'all."

" Love you, Daddy."

"Happy Birthday Terry." Charlie's parents said, "Don't come back pregnant." her mama added.

"No promises. Bye mama." he hung the phone up.

"You're a mess." he slipped his hand under her dress and into her panties. She gasped "Terrence Richmond, we are in public." He slipped his fingers into his mouth, Charlie's jaw dropped. "Ummm, taste so good."

Her body shudder as he sucked his fingers. She turned in her seat, buckling up. Terry didn't say anything, he reversed smoothly out of the parking lot. The music filled the space as terry drove them back to the air bnb. He opened the door, Charlie swung her legs around, as he helped her down. Terry licked a trail up her neck before sucking gently as she opened the door. He kicked the door behind him, as he picked Charlie up, carrying her to the room. he knocked everything off the bed before placing her in the middle.

Thirteen years later, and she still made him feel a certain way.

"Can I get it?" He licked his lips, as he caressed her spread legs.

"It's your birthday. You can whatever you want."

thanks @megamindsecretlair for the birthday idea!

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[henneseyhoe]

can’t write a full fic for terry birthday bash rn so imma just post a freaky lil drabble 😭