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[yaachtynoboat711]

MY SHAYLA MAKAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

She’s gone through so much and she’s still a baby 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

18+ ONLY BLOG *🚩MINORS GO AWAY!🚩

970 words

Reblog! Comment like it sends me a thrill...cuz it does ;)

Look...I love Mr Wolf with my soul but Makayla's absence from the crossover episodes about drove me crazy!!! My brain would not stop thinking about it and conjured up one of the scenes that I think should have been in there.😜

✨This is for my girls in the Real SisterWives of Kevin Atwater community.✨ 💜💜Love y'all!!💜💜

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Here we go...

Kevin was typing away at his desk, chasing leads amid the mayhem of the Intelligence Unit. With Dante and all the help that was brought in talking in the background and their radio’s constant squawking already a distraction, his phone ringing again made him rub his forehead roughly for want of this day being over. Still, he rushed to answer it without looking at it first.

“Yeah.”

“Kevin?”

Frowning at the unfamiliar female voice, he cleared his throat before speaking a little louder, “Kevin Atwater Chicago PD, what can I do for you?”

He heard the relieved exhale the caller gave. “Okay. Okay, good. Kevin um, this Carly. I work for Kim…well Kim and Adam. I mean, I’m the new babysitter.”

Kevin immediately remembered getting a text two weeks before from Adam about her and his heart lurched. “Is something wrong?”

“No, not exactly." She lowered her voice to keep from being heard over the television Makayla twas staring blindly at. "It’s just…when I picked up Makayla from school today, she had already seen the crazy that was going on downtown from one of her friends. And she had been trying to call Adam but he wasn’t answering and then her teacher took their phones. I got it back but when I called Adam there was no answer and Kim said she had to call back. But Makayla, she’s…she’s pretty upset. I had her turn on a movie because the news is showing it on every channel. I’m sorry to call you but I didn’t know what else to do to distract her. This is kind of a unique situation.”

“It’s alright.”

“She's asking questions and--.”

“It’s all good. Don’t stress.” Kevin looked up to find Dante’s eyes on him, questioning. Waving off his concern with a half smile and a shake of his head, Kevin returned to his call. “Hey uh, just hang in there a couple minutes I’ll get Kim to call.”

“That's the thing, she wants Adam.”

Kevin paused with his hand low on his hip, puffing his cheeks out to let loose a heavy exhale. There was no way he was telling Mak that Adam was trapped underground some damn where. Heading toward the break room for quiet and privacy, he steeled himself to talk to her. “I got it. Put her on, okay?”

After a shuffle, Mak’s quiet voice filled his ear. “Uncle Kevin?”

“That’s me.” His smooth, warm voice poured through the line. “Hey, Mak. What’s goin’ on babygirl?”

On the other end, Makayla clutched the phone with both hands. She hadn’t been able to stop the tightening in her chest since seeing the glimpse of footage on the disaster downtown. There were so many people on the ground and the fire department trucks. She saw so many police with their uniforms covered in dirt. It looked like a war zone.

“Are you where the street is on fire?”

Her voice was clear but Kevin could still hear the fear there and it broke his heart. “Yeah. Yeah, Mak. Unfortunately, we all are having to work it.”

“Dani said there was there a bomb. Are mom and dad--?”

“Wait now…no.” Kevin was quick to cut her off. “No bombs but there was an explosion.”

“Then how come mom and dad can’t talk to me?” There was so much hurt and confusion packed into her simple question. She needed to be consoled by her parents and once again, the city was getting all their time.

Kevin wiped his hand down his face, wanting to be very careful with his next words, “Aw, babygirl they want to, they really do but it’s kinda crazy right now. We’re trying to find the bad guys that caused all this and help all the people that got hurt. Everybody’s gotta move fast but listen...I'm at the station for a little bit. But when I get back down there, I’ll make sure they take a break and call you, alright?”

He could feel Makayla weighing his words in her pause. This little girl has seen way too much for her age. 

“Promise?”

“Promise.” His smile was hopeful even though he knew she needed so much more than just his word.

“Okay.”

Kevin’s smile faded at the trepidation still in her voice. “Mak…I got your back. You know that right?”

Makayla let out one of her famous long suffering sighs. “I know.”

“So when I promise you, I mean it. I ever break a promise to you before?”

“No.”

“Aight then, babygirl. You get your homework done and have dinner. I'll get to them as soon as I can and they're gonna call you before bed time. Hear me?”

Her pause wasn't so heavy this time and her voice was a bit more upbeat when she spoke, “Okay. Love you.”

Kevin swallowed against the lump in his throat. Kim may have adopted her but he felt just as responsible for her happiness. And given her history, he was truly honored by her choice to trust him - to love him. “Love you back. Talk to you soon.”

She didn't say goodbye. The shuffling sound he heard next let Kevin know Mak handed the phone back over. After a quick word with the babysitter, he ended the call and stood in the silence of the breakroom watching the commotion of bodies frantically working on the other side of the glass. Grateful for a moment to catch his breath, he mentally shook off the new weight of Makayla's need that was now on him. This has to turn out alright for her, he thought. Determined more than ever to get his friend and brother out of that tunnel in one piece - Kevin opened the door and threw himself back into the chaos.

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- fin -

[yaachtynoboat711]

18+ ONLY BLOG *🚩MINORS GO AWAY!🚩

970 words

Reblog! Comment like it sends me a thrill...cuz it does ;)

Look...I love Mr Wolf with my soul but Makayla's absence from the crossover episodes about drove me crazy!!! My brain would not stop thinking about it and conjured up one of the scenes that I think should have been in there.😜

✨This is for my girls in the Real SisterWives of Kevin Atwater community.✨ 💜💜Love y'all!!💜💜

humble tags: @yaachtynoboat711 @awerkofart @nerdieforpedro @dabratzchronicles @reelwriter19 @berberriescorner @megamindsecretlair @drabbles-mc @onherereading @inthekeyofshe @oklahomapeach

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Here we go...

Kevin was typing away at his desk, chasing leads amid the mayhem of the Intelligence Unit. With Dante and all the help that was brought in talking in the background and their radio’s constant squawking already a distraction, his phone ringing again made him rub his forehead roughly for want of this day being over. Still, he rushed to answer it without looking at it first.

“Yeah.”

“Kevin?”

Frowning at the unfamiliar female voice, he cleared his throat before speaking a little louder, “Kevin Atwater Chicago PD, what can I do for you?”

He heard the relieved exhale the caller gave. “Okay. Okay, good. Kevin um, this Carly. I work for Kim…well Kim and Adam. I mean, I’m the new babysitter.”

Kevin immediately remembered getting a text two weeks before from Adam about her and his heart lurched. “Is something wrong?”

“No, not exactly." She lowered her voice to keep from being heard over the television Makayla twas staring blindly at. "It’s just…when I picked up Makayla from school today, she had already seen the crazy that was going on downtown from one of her friends. And she had been trying to call Adam but he wasn’t answering and then her teacher took their phones. I got it back but when I called Adam there was no answer and Kim said she had to call back. But Makayla, she’s…she’s pretty upset. I had her turn on a movie because the news is showing it on every channel. I’m sorry to call you but I didn’t know what else to do to distract her. This is kind of a unique situation.”

“It’s alright.”

“She's asking questions and--.”

“It’s all good. Don’t stress.” Kevin looked up to find Dante’s eyes on him, questioning. Waving off his concern with a half smile and a shake of his head, Kevin returned to his call. “Hey uh, just hang in there a couple minutes I’ll get Kim to call.”

“That's the thing, she wants Adam.”

Kevin paused with his hand low on his hip, puffing his cheeks out to let loose a heavy exhale. There was no way he was telling Mak that Adam was trapped underground some damn where. Heading toward the break room for quiet and privacy, he steeled himself to talk to her. “I got it. Put her on, okay?”

After a shuffle, Mak’s quiet voice filled his ear. “Uncle Kevin?”

“That’s me.” His smooth, warm voice poured through the line. “Hey, Mak. What’s goin’ on babygirl?”

On the other end, Makayla clutched the phone with both hands. She hadn’t been able to stop the tightening in her chest since seeing the glimpse of footage on the disaster downtown. There were so many people on the ground and the fire department trucks. She saw so many police with their uniforms covered in dirt. It looked like a war zone.

“Are you where the street is on fire?”

Her voice was clear but Kevin could still hear the fear there and it broke his heart. “Yeah. Yeah, Mak. Unfortunately, we all are having to work it.”

“Dani said there was there a bomb. Are mom and dad--?”

“Wait now…no.” Kevin was quick to cut her off. “No bombs but there was an explosion.”

“Then how come mom and dad can’t talk to me?” There was so much hurt and confusion packed into her simple question. She needed to be consoled by her parents and once again, the city was getting all their time.

Kevin wiped his hand down his face, wanting to be very careful with his next words, “Aw, babygirl they want to, they really do but it’s kinda crazy right now. We’re trying to find the bad guys that caused all this and help all the people that got hurt. Everybody’s gotta move fast but listen...I'm at the station for a little bit. But when I get back down there, I’ll make sure they take a break and call you, alright?”

He could feel Makayla weighing his words in her pause. This little girl has seen way too much for her age. 

“Promise?”

“Promise.” His smile was hopeful even though he knew she needed so much more than just his word.

“Okay.”

Kevin’s smile faded at the trepidation still in her voice. “Mak…I got your back. You know that right?”

Makayla let out one of her famous long suffering sighs. “I know.”

“So when I promise you, I mean it. I ever break a promise to you before?”

“No.”

“Aight then, babygirl. You get your homework done and have dinner. I'll get to them as soon as I can and they're gonna call you before bed time. Hear me?”

Her pause wasn't so heavy this time and her voice was a bit more upbeat when she spoke, “Okay. Love you.”

Kevin swallowed against the lump in his throat. Kim may have adopted her but he felt just as responsible for her happiness. And given her history, he was truly honored by her choice to trust him - to love him. “Love you back. Talk to you soon.”

She didn't say goodbye. The shuffling sound he heard next let Kevin know Mak handed the phone back over. After a quick word with the babysitter, he ended the call and stood in the silence of the breakroom watching the commotion of bodies frantically working on the other side of the glass. Grateful for a moment to catch his breath, he mentally shook off the new weight of Makayla's need that was now on him. This has to turn out alright for her, he thought. Determined more than ever to get his friend and brother out of that tunnel in one piece - Kevin opened the door and threw himself back into the chaos.

.

- fin -

[yaachtynoboat711]

Imma encourage filth every time!

Hey girl hey. I want to request a fix (I know you have a lot but) Terry has the intention of becoming a father and getting the reader pregnant the nastiest way he knows how to. The girliest smut if you will🫣. Love your writing pookie

A/N: Be very, very careful when and where you open this. I'm so serious. Be honest.

Savage

Pairing: Sub!Terry Richmond x Dom!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, dirty talk, the exploration of femininity in relation to masculinity, heavy binary language used, allusions to Christian themes. Submissive Terry as in a guard dog is submissive. Dom Reader as in brats intentionally to break Terry. PIV, PORN, breeding kink on cocaine, Daddy!Terry, pussy lust Terry, use of pet names (Daddy and baby) I took some liberties with physics. I can't tell. I'm zooted as hell so expect errors. I'm floating.

Summary: Valentine’s Day was the one day a year where Terry gave you what you yearned for. To be in control. You tease Terry all day, getting him worked up with the knowledge that he couldn’t touch you yet. That he wasn’t allowed to touch your body until you said so. Not until he surrendered to you. 

Word Count: 3,189k

AO3 Link - will update when AO3 is back up.

A/N: I will not apologize for this one. You were warned. I had to change my own panties for this one. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

It was that time of the year. The most wonderful time of the year. The one day a year where Terry let you have precisely what you want. He always provided you with whatever you asked for, that wasn’t the point. This was at the top of your subby little wishlist. If you pleased him enough, he granted you what you really wanted. 

You hummed as you opened your legs and exposed your pussy to Terry. He currently knelt in the middle of the living room with his arms tied behind his back. He also wore a chest restraint because you loved how it criss-crossed against his smooth buttery skin. 

“Do you need a break, baby?” You asked. You tilted your head and pulled the green apple lollipop out of your mouth. You were leaning back on your elbows, looking at him over your tummy. 

Sweat poured down Terry’s face as his stormy eyes zeroed in on your pussy. Your clit throbbed, and the feeling of static peppered your brain. Looking into his eyes was like looking into the eyes of Egyption god Seth himself. A thunderstorm was behind those eyes. 

And right now he was so drunk with lust, he wasn’t thinking straight. He bared his teeth as if he really were a beast ready to devour its prey. 

You watched droplets of sweat pour down his bare chest, his heaving increasing. As if he still had the will and control to divide his attention. You leaned forward slowly until you flipped over and got on your stomach. 

The smooth rug glided across your skin and you moaned at the sensation on your nipples. Terry huffed a breath and you seductively trailed your eyes back to his. Back to the storm at sea rocking every piece of your boat. 

Your pussy throbbed once more at just the promise of your man finally relinquishing that steel control of his. Every day of the year, even on your birthday, he maintained all control once you stepped foot in the house. 

It got to the point that on the ride home, as Terry listened to you and you let go of all the stress, that your mind emptied out the more you did so. And the closer you got to the house. His influence grew stronger the longer you allowed yourself to just surrender. 

Surrender to every tone of his voice. Every bob of his beautiful neck. Every lick of his tongue across those big pink lips. He was your man and he knew exactly what you needed. To just shut the fuck up for once.

You got on your own damn nerves sometimes. But that evaporated once you were in the house and became a being. Someone so deep in your own body that it was akin to moonwalking. There was a heaviness in your body. A heaviness that you felt with every word that Terry spoke to you.

His power was so great that sometimes, all it took was one word from him to get you to snap to attention. Every word anchored you to your body. A body that belonged only and completely to him. 

You began to crawl towards him and Terry whimpered. You cooed at him. “Shh, shh, it’s okay baby. We’re almost there,” you said.

He only whimpered again as you got close enough to blow the scent of your lollipop in his face. 

“All you have to do is let go,” you whispered. You took the lollipop out of your mouth and then painted his lips with it. He didn’t lick it. Not yet. His eyes softened, turning pleading, as you leaned forward and kissed him. 

“Lick it up,” you commanded. 

Terry eagerly licked his lips, licking the flavor of your lollipop. “Did it taste good?” You asked. 

Terry shifted on his knees. It drew your eyes down lower than ever to see his heavy, thick dick tapping against his thigh. His heavy, swinging ballsack. Beads of pre-cum leaked out of him, slipping down the sides of his shaft. 

Fuck you were so fucking wet you were making your self crazy. Your pussy ached to be filled up by the only one who belonged there. The perfect fit for his monster. He had the nerve to be long and thick, veiny with a thick mushroom head. 

You moaned just thinking of it. Thinking of turning him loose and let him absolutely fucking destroy your pussy. Fuck you in the way that you deeply wanted to. Because every other day of the year, he maintained unbreakable control and you wanted him to snap. 

You tried everything to pry behind his need to always protect you. That he couldn’t let his guard down even while he was staking a claim in his pussy. You wanted to show him that it was okay when he got overly worried and needed a reminder that you were his.

That he sometimes got so worked up, imagining crazy ass scenarios in his mind. Or responding to totally innocent things like when other men asked you a question. In his mind, no one should ever address his lady. He wanted you in this soft, beautiful, quiet headspace twenty-four seven.

Or, at least when you were with him. Because your job needed the other side of you. The side that thinks too much and loves too much and does too much and leads too much, even when she didn’t want to. 

But fuck all that. You were here with the only man that you ever wanted to submit to and belong to. That his control was iron clad and you needed it like a plant needed the sun. You brought the lollipop back to your mouth and sucked on it loudly. 

“All you have to do is say the word,” you said. “Please? Daddy? Do it for me?” You asked. 

You were tempted to growl for not getting what you wanted. He only held on by seconds, because you happened to be sorta ovulating. And this year, to sweeten the deal, you told you him to breed the fuck out of you. 

Terry whimpered and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they took on a misty sheen. Your pussy ached. You were so damn close. 

But you held back from saying anything else. It had to be Terry’s choice. No more coercion. No more pushing. His suffering was up to him. 

His eyes welled with tears and it fell down his cheekbones like rain on a pane of glass. He sniffed one time and nodded. “Yeller,” Terry breathed. His lips quivered. 

“Chase me, Daddy,” you moaned. You threw the lollipop into a nearby open bag. You flipped around and got to your feet, making a beeline for your bedroom and your king sized bed. 

The snap of Terry’s restraints made you flinch as you already felt the weight of his presence breathing heavily on you. He was past his breaking point. He had finally, finally, caved in and let himself want it. 

His thunderous footsteps matched the beat of your heart as you gripped the threshold to the hallway and swing in the direction of your bedroom. You hopped on the bed just as Terry’s hand slammed angrily around the back of your neck. 

He groaned as he pushed the back of your knees to the edge of the bed and ground his dick into the crack of your ass. He slapped your right cheek, hard, the sting preceding behind the sound. You gasped and fell forward onto the bed.

He gripped his dick and slapped the engorged tip against your slit, wet smacks filling the steamy room. He didn’t wait for you to say anything or think anything or do anything other than take his dick inside you. 

To provide a wet, heated home for him to slide into. To allow him that glimpse of true peace. Just right inside your body. All his. 

You moaned as he entered you. You shook as he gripped your hips for stability. He started slow, just to get his dick soaking wet. On every deep slide he’d add more and more of your sweet cream on his dick. 

When he was slippery down to the base and he was able to slide with ease, the other side came out. He fucked you like he hated your guts. Like you stole something from him and he was was going to fuck it out of you. 

Every glide of his dick squelched loudly. Hearing you so wet for your man only fueled your desire. Sending a fresh wave of cream to coat Daddy’s dick. 

Terry grunted, moaned, as he pistoned in and out of your pussy like a jackhammer. You moaned and screamed like a slut while he tore your pussy up. 

The familiar bite of him stretching you past your limits. No matter how much he prepared you, no matter how many times you begged and pleaded while you rode his big Black dick, he was always a centimeter too thick. 

Your pussy pulsed, creaming more onto his dick. Your eyes finally lost the battle with trying to remain open. Your own body surrendered to the majesty of him. The unhinged, beast-like entity riding a man’s skin. His only soul destination was to get inside you as far as he could.

He slapped your ass. “Cum on that dick,” he ordered. His voice was gruff, animalistic. He slid his right hand against your spine, trailing those thick callused fingertips along the curve of your body. He buried his fingers into your nape, gathering up nearly all of your hair in one tight grip.

You hissed as Terry pulled your hair back and pulled your neck to the side. He bit into your neck and you moaned, whimpered. He let go and licked away the sting, licked up the drops of sweat leaking down your body. 

You came instantly, body completely under his control. You shook and shivered, both hot and cold, and your orgasm blasted through you. It was like being shot over and over again with pleasure as Daddy fucked you through it.

Your pussy gripped him tight, clinging to him, and he groaned, following close behind you. He paused and let you feel the pulse of his dick delivering steaming heaps of cum. Your pussy drank it greedily. Taking full advantage of the right week where your body was finally doing what it was created to do.

Your ovulating body was meant to accept his seed to grow a baby inside you. To plant a little girl or boy or they, or whoever it was as long as it was healthy. And beautiful just like him. You selfishly wanted a little boy first. So that Terry had that immediate connection to legacy. 

To the deep rooted male responsibility to carry on the name. To fulfill every father’s duty. Continue the line so that your blood lived through generation after generation. Just as your divine calling was written in the walls of your pussy, his were written in every one of his seeds making its way to your belly.

You were beyond ready. Praying for the day when the stars would align in your favor and delivered you his baby. To grow a shared heart between you and give it life.

Oh, your pussy quivered with another earth-shattering orgasm. You cried out. Called out Terry’s name, flooding his dick with your thick and creamy essence. 

Terry moved once more, the slop and slap of his dick swimming inside you, wriggling and pulsing reached your ears and you moaned. Your nails dug painfully into the comforter. Drool leaked down the side of your chin. 

You were absolutely nothing as he fucking you beyond all thought and reason. There were no more words to be said as Terry followed you into oblivion, stilling his hips so that you felt every pulsing throb deep in your pussy. He dropped more kids off, ensuring that if the first one didn’t do it, the second guaranteed it.

Drips of sweat rained down on your back and ass as Terry cursed low under his breath. “Fuck,” he moaned. 

You had made sure to tease him all day long, beginning a long and slow strip show split over hours. All day long, he was not able to fuck you or release himself. As each item of clothing was taken, Terry got more and more feral. His low, stormy eyes narrowed even further until he had sunk into some primal place. His nostrils would flare once you got down to your racy underwear. 

In the present, your pussy gushed with a fresh, unexpected orgasm at the memory of other times he bred you for fun. When he knew you weren’t going to get pregnant. He just liked seeing his dick throb as he filled you to the brim. 

Your pussy drank her fill of Terry’s cum, encouraging the kids to fight for a place in the world. You cried out, body shivering as if you were freezing cold. It was a random spasm that didn’t make any sense but zapped you enough to keep you awake. 

To keep you present. To make sure your spirit guided your future baby to your tummy. “That’s my Daddy,” you whined. 

Terry growled deep in his throat, increasing his thrusts. You huffed and cried, trying to escape. He slammed too well, too powerful, exploding inside of you with a deep, deep whimper. 

He tightened his hold on your hair, yanking to the point of true pain. He was testing you. Testing to see if you would say your safe work. You never have and you never will. 

You were never giving up the one word that made you weak. The one that made you truly pitiful. You wouldn’t break. You were made to take Daddy’s dick and that was what you wanted. What you craved. What you deserved. 

Terry slapped your ass and pulled you further back, your curves nearly touching his sweaty chest. But beads of sweat continued to drown you in his scent. Heat rolled off of him in waves.

“Cum on it again,” he demanded, dropping his lips to your ears. “Cum on it again. Cum on this dick. I know you want to.”

Oh god. His voice. So deep and powerful. So Big Daddy of him. That you came. Beckoned by the siren’s call of his deep baritone. It was rough with lust. Lust still. You lost count of how many orgasms you had or how many he had. You lost count of who went first and who went next. 

All you knew was that if you didn’t get pregnant tonight, then life was truly a simulation conspiring against you. Actively hating to see a cute bitch coming. And cuming. You moaned, thinking of how Terry’s new delivery of cum swam up into its forever home. Your pussy throbbed, aching with the fullness of him. Still amazingly rock hard through it all. 

Terry groaned, whined, getting heavier on top of you with every exhale through his body. His heavy balls slapped lewdly against your throbbing clit. His roaring huffs fanned across your body. “Protect my baby,” Terry whispered in your ear as he let go of your body. He let you flop to the bed like a used up doll he just nutted into. 

He collapsed onto your body, slamming you to the bed and buried you under the crushing weight of him. It was one of your favorite ways to be shoved back into your body. When you were spinning out, getting yourself worked up the more Valentine’s Day approached.

Head spinning and drunk with the gathering power lust, it was like you and Terry switched bodies for the night. To try out how the other side lived. To see how delicious it was to surrender and how exhilarating it was to wield power over someone you loved. Someone who trusted you completely to give them what they craved. What they needed to survive. 

Just one fucking moment to breathe and exist. Nothing else. 

Terry dropped onto you with a grunt and released his hold on your hair. Your eyes drooped closed, stuck in this position because Daddy said so. Because he had to make sure that at the end of the day, he was still under control. That at any moment, he could always snatch it back. That it was always his choice to let a gasket slip loose and know that you would be okay. That you could take it. 

“There’s my baby,” Terry whispered sleepily against your cheek. His dick twitched in your pussy. He was going to make sure he was buried to keep you plugged up. But you both knew you couldn’t truly stay like this forever. 

You and Terry fell into a light, airy nap. Where your consciousness still swam but you were aware of your man randomly twitching in your pussy. Like his body was sucking back all of the dominance you borrowed for the night. 

You drifted right on down to subtown while Terry gently slipped out of you. His cum pushed out with a weak moan from your dry mouth. He helped you climb further onto the bed, and then disappeared. He returned with a warm wet rag and cleaned between your legs. He rubbed the rough cloth between your pussy lips and you wiggled your ass, moaning. 

“Flip over,” he said. You struggled but you managed to flip over so that he could climb onto the bed beside you. He discarded the towel somewhere and then slid his body until he was able to line his head with your titties and his hands gripped your fupa. 

He kneaded and molded your tummy, pressing down to massage and help his seed stake a claim. Your pussy ached for entirely different reasons. 

Terry kissed your titty, absently drawing your nipple into his mouth from the side. “I went pretty rough, baby. You’re not ready for any more tonight,” he said. 

You whined softly, consciousness absolutely floating in a calm lake of peace. You were incredibly sore. Terry nearly destroyed your pussy, knowing his own strength. Knowing when enough was enough.

But you knew that you didn’t have an off switch when it came to him. You would take it all, take it until you couldn’t scream. Couldn’t breathe. 

“Shhh, don’t get yourself worked up. Daddy’s here to take over. Go on and lay that pretty head down,” his voice rumbled in your ear like thunder. 

Your mind swam, wanting to stay with him but knowing that your body needed rest. That he had to do his work now. Your work would begin on the other side. Carrying the little stinka for months. You couldn’t wait to meet your potato. 

“C’mon. You’re doing well. Don’t brat out. Listen to Daddy,” he said and sucked sharply on your titty. 

You hissed and then finally disappeared between the seams of the universe. Where you touched home deep within your soul because Terry was in control now. And he always took care of his baby. 

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[yaachtynoboat711]

You, ma’am, are fucking disgusting, and I love it.

Hey girl hey. I want to request a fix (I know you have a lot but) Terry has the intention of becoming a father and getting the reader pregnant the nastiest way he knows how to. The girliest smut if you will🫣. Love your writing pookie

A/N: Be very, very careful when and where you open this. I'm so serious. Be honest.

Savage

Pairing: Sub!Terry Richmond x Dom!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Cursing, dirty talk, the exploration of femininity in relation to masculinity, heavy binary language used, allusions to Christian themes. Submissive Terry as in a guard dog is submissive. Dom Reader as in brats intentionally to break Terry. PIV, PORN, breeding kink on cocaine, Daddy!Terry, pussy lust Terry, use of pet names (Daddy and baby) I took some liberties with physics. I can't tell. I'm zooted as hell so expect errors. I'm floating.

Summary: Valentine’s Day was the one day a year where Terry gave you what you yearned for. To be in control. You tease Terry all day, getting him worked up with the knowledge that he couldn’t touch you yet. That he wasn’t allowed to touch your body until you said so. Not until he surrendered to you. 

Word Count: 3,189k

AO3 Link - will update when AO3 is back up.

A/N: I will not apologize for this one. You were warned. I had to change my own panties for this one. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

It was that time of the year. The most wonderful time of the year. The one day a year where Terry let you have precisely what you want. He always provided you with whatever you asked for, that wasn’t the point. This was at the top of your subby little wishlist. If you pleased him enough, he granted you what you really wanted. 

You hummed as you opened your legs and exposed your pussy to Terry. He currently knelt in the middle of the living room with his arms tied behind his back. He also wore a chest restraint because you loved how it criss-crossed against his smooth buttery skin. 

“Do you need a break, baby?” You asked. You tilted your head and pulled the green apple lollipop out of your mouth. You were leaning back on your elbows, looking at him over your tummy. 

Sweat poured down Terry’s face as his stormy eyes zeroed in on your pussy. Your clit throbbed, and the feeling of static peppered your brain. Looking into his eyes was like looking into the eyes of Egyption god Seth himself. A thunderstorm was behind those eyes. 

And right now he was so drunk with lust, he wasn’t thinking straight. He bared his teeth as if he really were a beast ready to devour its prey. 

You watched droplets of sweat pour down his bare chest, his heaving increasing. As if he still had the will and control to divide his attention. You leaned forward slowly until you flipped over and got on your stomach. 

The smooth rug glided across your skin and you moaned at the sensation on your nipples. Terry huffed a breath and you seductively trailed your eyes back to his. Back to the storm at sea rocking every piece of your boat. 

Your pussy throbbed once more at just the promise of your man finally relinquishing that steel control of his. Every day of the year, even on your birthday, he maintained all control once you stepped foot in the house. 

It got to the point that on the ride home, as Terry listened to you and you let go of all the stress, that your mind emptied out the more you did so. And the closer you got to the house. His influence grew stronger the longer you allowed yourself to just surrender. 

Surrender to every tone of his voice. Every bob of his beautiful neck. Every lick of his tongue across those big pink lips. He was your man and he knew exactly what you needed. To just shut the fuck up for once.

You got on your own damn nerves sometimes. But that evaporated once you were in the house and became a being. Someone so deep in your own body that it was akin to moonwalking. There was a heaviness in your body. A heaviness that you felt with every word that Terry spoke to you.

His power was so great that sometimes, all it took was one word from him to get you to snap to attention. Every word anchored you to your body. A body that belonged only and completely to him. 

You began to crawl towards him and Terry whimpered. You cooed at him. “Shh, shh, it’s okay baby. We’re almost there,” you said.

He only whimpered again as you got close enough to blow the scent of your lollipop in his face. 

“All you have to do is let go,” you whispered. You took the lollipop out of your mouth and then painted his lips with it. He didn’t lick it. Not yet. His eyes softened, turning pleading, as you leaned forward and kissed him. 

“Lick it up,” you commanded. 

Terry eagerly licked his lips, licking the flavor of your lollipop. “Did it taste good?” You asked. 

Terry shifted on his knees. It drew your eyes down lower than ever to see his heavy, thick dick tapping against his thigh. His heavy, swinging ballsack. Beads of pre-cum leaked out of him, slipping down the sides of his shaft. 

Fuck you were so fucking wet you were making your self crazy. Your pussy ached to be filled up by the only one who belonged there. The perfect fit for his monster. He had the nerve to be long and thick, veiny with a thick mushroom head. 

You moaned just thinking of it. Thinking of turning him loose and let him absolutely fucking destroy your pussy. Fuck you in the way that you deeply wanted to. Because every other day of the year, he maintained unbreakable control and you wanted him to snap. 

You tried everything to pry behind his need to always protect you. That he couldn’t let his guard down even while he was staking a claim in his pussy. You wanted to show him that it was okay when he got overly worried and needed a reminder that you were his.

That he sometimes got so worked up, imagining crazy ass scenarios in his mind. Or responding to totally innocent things like when other men asked you a question. In his mind, no one should ever address his lady. He wanted you in this soft, beautiful, quiet headspace twenty-four seven.

Or, at least when you were with him. Because your job needed the other side of you. The side that thinks too much and loves too much and does too much and leads too much, even when she didn’t want to. 

But fuck all that. You were here with the only man that you ever wanted to submit to and belong to. That his control was iron clad and you needed it like a plant needed the sun. You brought the lollipop back to your mouth and sucked on it loudly. 

“All you have to do is say the word,” you said. “Please? Daddy? Do it for me?” You asked. 

You were tempted to growl for not getting what you wanted. He only held on by seconds, because you happened to be sorta ovulating. And this year, to sweeten the deal, you told you him to breed the fuck out of you. 

Terry whimpered and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they took on a misty sheen. Your pussy ached. You were so damn close. 

But you held back from saying anything else. It had to be Terry’s choice. No more coercion. No more pushing. His suffering was up to him. 

His eyes welled with tears and it fell down his cheekbones like rain on a pane of glass. He sniffed one time and nodded. “Yeller,” Terry breathed. His lips quivered. 

“Chase me, Daddy,” you moaned. You threw the lollipop into a nearby open bag. You flipped around and got to your feet, making a beeline for your bedroom and your king sized bed. 

The snap of Terry’s restraints made you flinch as you already felt the weight of his presence breathing heavily on you. He was past his breaking point. He had finally, finally, caved in and let himself want it. 

His thunderous footsteps matched the beat of your heart as you gripped the threshold to the hallway and swing in the direction of your bedroom. You hopped on the bed just as Terry’s hand slammed angrily around the back of your neck. 

He groaned as he pushed the back of your knees to the edge of the bed and ground his dick into the crack of your ass. He slapped your right cheek, hard, the sting preceding behind the sound. You gasped and fell forward onto the bed.

He gripped his dick and slapped the engorged tip against your slit, wet smacks filling the steamy room. He didn’t wait for you to say anything or think anything or do anything other than take his dick inside you. 

To provide a wet, heated home for him to slide into. To allow him that glimpse of true peace. Just right inside your body. All his. 

You moaned as he entered you. You shook as he gripped your hips for stability. He started slow, just to get his dick soaking wet. On every deep slide he’d add more and more of your sweet cream on his dick. 

When he was slippery down to the base and he was able to slide with ease, the other side came out. He fucked you like he hated your guts. Like you stole something from him and he was was going to fuck it out of you. 

Every glide of his dick squelched loudly. Hearing you so wet for your man only fueled your desire. Sending a fresh wave of cream to coat Daddy’s dick. 

Terry grunted, moaned, as he pistoned in and out of your pussy like a jackhammer. You moaned and screamed like a slut while he tore your pussy up. 

The familiar bite of him stretching you past your limits. No matter how much he prepared you, no matter how many times you begged and pleaded while you rode his big Black dick, he was always a centimeter too thick. 

Your pussy pulsed, creaming more onto his dick. Your eyes finally lost the battle with trying to remain open. Your own body surrendered to the majesty of him. The unhinged, beast-like entity riding a man’s skin. His only soul destination was to get inside you as far as he could.

He slapped your ass. “Cum on that dick,” he ordered. His voice was gruff, animalistic. He slid his right hand against your spine, trailing those thick callused fingertips along the curve of your body. He buried his fingers into your nape, gathering up nearly all of your hair in one tight grip.

You hissed as Terry pulled your hair back and pulled your neck to the side. He bit into your neck and you moaned, whimpered. He let go and licked away the sting, licked up the drops of sweat leaking down your body. 

You came instantly, body completely under his control. You shook and shivered, both hot and cold, and your orgasm blasted through you. It was like being shot over and over again with pleasure as Daddy fucked you through it.

Your pussy gripped him tight, clinging to him, and he groaned, following close behind you. He paused and let you feel the pulse of his dick delivering steaming heaps of cum. Your pussy drank it greedily. Taking full advantage of the right week where your body was finally doing what it was created to do.

Your ovulating body was meant to accept his seed to grow a baby inside you. To plant a little girl or boy or they, or whoever it was as long as it was healthy. And beautiful just like him. You selfishly wanted a little boy first. So that Terry had that immediate connection to legacy. 

To the deep rooted male responsibility to carry on the name. To fulfill every father’s duty. Continue the line so that your blood lived through generation after generation. Just as your divine calling was written in the walls of your pussy, his were written in every one of his seeds making its way to your belly.

You were beyond ready. Praying for the day when the stars would align in your favor and delivered you his baby. To grow a shared heart between you and give it life.

Oh, your pussy quivered with another earth-shattering orgasm. You cried out. Called out Terry’s name, flooding his dick with your thick and creamy essence. 

Terry moved once more, the slop and slap of his dick swimming inside you, wriggling and pulsing reached your ears and you moaned. Your nails dug painfully into the comforter. Drool leaked down the side of your chin. 

You were absolutely nothing as he fucking you beyond all thought and reason. There were no more words to be said as Terry followed you into oblivion, stilling his hips so that you felt every pulsing throb deep in your pussy. He dropped more kids off, ensuring that if the first one didn’t do it, the second guaranteed it.

Drips of sweat rained down on your back and ass as Terry cursed low under his breath. “Fuck,” he moaned. 

You had made sure to tease him all day long, beginning a long and slow strip show split over hours. All day long, he was not able to fuck you or release himself. As each item of clothing was taken, Terry got more and more feral. His low, stormy eyes narrowed even further until he had sunk into some primal place. His nostrils would flare once you got down to your racy underwear. 

In the present, your pussy gushed with a fresh, unexpected orgasm at the memory of other times he bred you for fun. When he knew you weren’t going to get pregnant. He just liked seeing his dick throb as he filled you to the brim. 

Your pussy drank her fill of Terry’s cum, encouraging the kids to fight for a place in the world. You cried out, body shivering as if you were freezing cold. It was a random spasm that didn’t make any sense but zapped you enough to keep you awake. 

To keep you present. To make sure your spirit guided your future baby to your tummy. “That’s my Daddy,” you whined. 

Terry growled deep in his throat, increasing his thrusts. You huffed and cried, trying to escape. He slammed too well, too powerful, exploding inside of you with a deep, deep whimper. 

He tightened his hold on your hair, yanking to the point of true pain. He was testing you. Testing to see if you would say your safe work. You never have and you never will. 

You were never giving up the one word that made you weak. The one that made you truly pitiful. You wouldn’t break. You were made to take Daddy’s dick and that was what you wanted. What you craved. What you deserved. 

Terry slapped your ass and pulled you further back, your curves nearly touching his sweaty chest. But beads of sweat continued to drown you in his scent. Heat rolled off of him in waves.

“Cum on it again,” he demanded, dropping his lips to your ears. “Cum on it again. Cum on this dick. I know you want to.”

Oh god. His voice. So deep and powerful. So Big Daddy of him. That you came. Beckoned by the siren’s call of his deep baritone. It was rough with lust. Lust still. You lost count of how many orgasms you had or how many he had. You lost count of who went first and who went next. 

All you knew was that if you didn’t get pregnant tonight, then life was truly a simulation conspiring against you. Actively hating to see a cute bitch coming. And cuming. You moaned, thinking of how Terry’s new delivery of cum swam up into its forever home. Your pussy throbbed, aching with the fullness of him. Still amazingly rock hard through it all. 

Terry groaned, whined, getting heavier on top of you with every exhale through his body. His heavy balls slapped lewdly against your throbbing clit. His roaring huffs fanned across your body. “Protect my baby,” Terry whispered in your ear as he let go of your body. He let you flop to the bed like a used up doll he just nutted into. 

He collapsed onto your body, slamming you to the bed and buried you under the crushing weight of him. It was one of your favorite ways to be shoved back into your body. When you were spinning out, getting yourself worked up the more Valentine’s Day approached.

Head spinning and drunk with the gathering power lust, it was like you and Terry switched bodies for the night. To try out how the other side lived. To see how delicious it was to surrender and how exhilarating it was to wield power over someone you loved. Someone who trusted you completely to give them what they craved. What they needed to survive. 

Just one fucking moment to breathe and exist. Nothing else. 

Terry dropped onto you with a grunt and released his hold on your hair. Your eyes drooped closed, stuck in this position because Daddy said so. Because he had to make sure that at the end of the day, he was still under control. That at any moment, he could always snatch it back. That it was always his choice to let a gasket slip loose and know that you would be okay. That you could take it. 

“There’s my baby,” Terry whispered sleepily against your cheek. His dick twitched in your pussy. He was going to make sure he was buried to keep you plugged up. But you both knew you couldn’t truly stay like this forever. 

You and Terry fell into a light, airy nap. Where your consciousness still swam but you were aware of your man randomly twitching in your pussy. Like his body was sucking back all of the dominance you borrowed for the night. 

You drifted right on down to subtown while Terry gently slipped out of you. His cum pushed out with a weak moan from your dry mouth. He helped you climb further onto the bed, and then disappeared. He returned with a warm wet rag and cleaned between your legs. He rubbed the rough cloth between your pussy lips and you wiggled your ass, moaning. 

“Flip over,” he said. You struggled but you managed to flip over so that he could climb onto the bed beside you. He discarded the towel somewhere and then slid his body until he was able to line his head with your titties and his hands gripped your fupa. 

He kneaded and molded your tummy, pressing down to massage and help his seed stake a claim. Your pussy ached for entirely different reasons. 

Terry kissed your titty, absently drawing your nipple into his mouth from the side. “I went pretty rough, baby. You’re not ready for any more tonight,” he said. 

You whined softly, consciousness absolutely floating in a calm lake of peace. You were incredibly sore. Terry nearly destroyed your pussy, knowing his own strength. Knowing when enough was enough.

But you knew that you didn’t have an off switch when it came to him. You would take it all, take it until you couldn’t scream. Couldn’t breathe. 

“Shhh, don’t get yourself worked up. Daddy’s here to take over. Go on and lay that pretty head down,” his voice rumbled in your ear like thunder. 

Your mind swam, wanting to stay with him but knowing that your body needed rest. That he had to do his work now. Your work would begin on the other side. Carrying the little stinka for months. You couldn’t wait to meet your potato. 

“C’mon. You’re doing well. Don’t brat out. Listen to Daddy,” he said and sucked sharply on your titty. 

You hissed and then finally disappeared between the seams of the universe. Where you touched home deep within your soul because Terry was in control now. And he always took care of his baby. 

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[yaachtynoboat711]

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[yaachtynoboat711]

slow dancing with terry richmond in the kitchen after he comes home from a long day at work. he'd been counting down the hours until he could get home to see you and finally hold you in his arms.

before he even opened the door, he could hear music flowing from your shared home, and the sound of you singing along softly put an immediate smile on his face. your sweet voice warmed him up despite the frigid winter air that was chilling him to the bone.

terry unlocked the door as quietly as he could, stepping into the house softly and kicking off his shoes before making his way the the kitchen to find you preparing dinner, wrapping an arm around your waist and bringing your arm to wrap around his neck just as you had turned around to pour yourself another glass of wine.

"well, hello, mr. richmond," you greet as a smile grows on your face, cheeks growing warm at being caught by surprise.

"hello to you as well, mrs, richmond."

you lean up to press a kiss to his lips as the two of you sway back and forth and he's sure that this is the most peace he's ever had in all his years.

the two of you don't share any more words, the music speaking for itself. you simply danced together, terry pulling a loud laugh from you by twirling you around and dipping you.

terry's pretty sure it's impossible for anything to be better than this and he whines when you have to pull away because the oven timer goes off and the rolls you baked will be quick to burn if you don't get to them.

"let them burn," he mumbles, bringing his face down to your neck as he pulls you closer to him with one hand on your back and his other arm still firm around your waist.

"they took way too long to prep. i have to grab them."

he lets you go with a huff and watches as you bend over to take them out of the oven. he takes you in, the long dress you wore hugging the soft, plush curves of your body just right and that shade of red on your brown skin always made his heart flutter. your hair was pulled out of your face in a half-up style that you'd accessorized with a butterfly claw clip. you were simply gorgeous. if he could turn back time and do it all again, he'd make sure you were the one he came home to in every lifetime.

"go shower, mr. richmond. you smell like the outdoors," you tell him, the feeling of his eyes on you beginning to make you nervous even after all these years.

"will you dance with me again when i'm clean?" he questions.

"of course."

he only hums in response, taking one last glance at his precious wife before going upstairs to shower as quickly as possible so that he could get back to you.

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[yaachtynoboat711]

Familiar [M] Prologue

tw: references to porn & masturbation (f), swearing, drug paraphernalia

Saturday 1:00AM

Kendall blacked out as her body convulsed over her freshly washed comforter, acrylic toes curling and thighs clamping around the pink rose toy tucked in her palm. Her phone? Probably somewhere across the bed as she lost her grip on it to mewl and pant into the cold air of her room. Every other night for the past two weeks and counting, the twenty eight year old found herself in the same position: restless and horny out of her mind with no one there to put her to sleep. Her friends were right she needed a new man - more specifically - some new dick in her life, but she was too damn busy with work and kicking her stupid ass ex to the curb to get it.

So, it led to this - spending nights alone in her apartment masturbating to porn on Twitter

At least the guy she got off to was hot, well from below the neck he was anyway - his username was scvrlord and he never showed his face full online. As much as she frequented his page Kendall knew his half naked body from a mile away: a painfully thick frame accented with toasty skin, the aforementioned surgical scar running the length of his torso, and a delicately done black and grey sleeve trailing the exterior of left arm.

When it came to size, he wasn’t monsterish like his costars, but thick enough to make anyone squirm - simply put with the way he moved, he would leave even the most experienced performers seeing stars, shaking and bottomed out. Besides the physical, his voice was a deep baritone that softly rose every now and then when the sex he was having was amazing.

Something Kendall personally adored about him was his rarely seen and rather deadly set of eyes rimmed in thick lashes; his iris’s never quite settling on a color they bounced from a warm hazel to deep shade of blue, complimenting whatever color balaclava mask he donned for the evening.

Kendall knew it was entirely stupid to have a crush on someone she'd never met, especially a porn star with hundreds of thousands of followers, but something about him - even his tweets in between the back to back smut - reeled her in.

Whether he posted cellphone videos of him getting head or angled flicks of him dicking down a girl in his living room, Kendall found herself enamored by him and the spontaneous sex life he had. Maybe if she had someone like him in her life she wouldn't be as stressed about half the shit she was now.

A girl could only dream.

Right?

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Monday 11:40PM

"Yes I turned those files in yesterday, they should all be in the OneDrive link I sent you. No you don't need a password... yes - I double checked this time, so it should open up fine." Kendall uttered as she clicked down the foyer. If it wasn't her boss driving her up the wall at work, it was her fellow co-worker Jackson. He never stayed out of her hair and insisted on contacting her over the most minuscule things. It was mainly because he wanted to fuck and his advances in the office weren't getting him anywhere but back to his cubicle - alone.

On this lovely night it was nearing 12 in the morning and his pestering had yet to cease from the time Kendall had clocked in that morning.

"Jackson I'm about to get in the elevator and my signal is gonna go out, I'll call you when I get in okay?"

"Ah forreal? Aight, bet."

"It's not like that," she sneered, "this is corporate business remember?"

"Yeah yeah ye-"

She hit end and pretended that her signal had gone out when in reality she had four full bars. The elevator door pinged open and to her surprise someone else was inside. Inhaling deeply she slid in across from the stranger, keeping her eyes glued to a new text message from an unblocked number that slid across her screen. It was like all the annoying ass niggas wanted to get on her nerves tonight.

I know you up right now. When you gone let me get the rest of my stuff??

"What fucking stuff?" she thought out loud, pressing number 15 on the lift and watching the doors close back. Devin had gotten kicked out of her crib over a month ago, and for whatever reason he insisted accusing her of having his stuff hidden away. A loud hiss escaped her lips as she rapidly clicked out a reply.

Idk wtf you on about but I can promise you ain’t shit of yours here. Whatever I didn’t put on the curb prolly somewhere in Alabama rn, check Craigslist and block this number💯

Before she could end her text with a hearty ‘fuck off’, her screen cut to calling and Devins new number flooded the screen. Kendall softly thudded her head off the elevator wall and audibly deep sighed for the millionth time that day.

"Can a bitch catch a break? Goddamn." she said aloud, prompting the stranger next to her to let out a deep chuckle. It made her ears perk up and her body freeze a little. The laugh was familiar, one she'd heard way too many times before to not know.

'There's no way in hell...No. You just bugging out right now.' Thought Kendall.

To her relief the lift promptly stopped on 15, and she made no hesitation to get out and beeline to her apartment. As she stepped out, however, her keys hit the elevator floor and landed by the strangers foot. Before she could fully whip around and snatch them up, he’d already beat her to it, her eyes making a deathly slow trail from the floor to the hand holding her hot pink key ring.

Kendall’s heart went straight to her ass as she caught a full view of who she'd been standing next to.

He had the same tatts, the same voice, the same eyes.

"Here you go."

"Oh shit - thank you. Have a nice night."

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When Kendall got inside her apartment, she let out a loud expletive-filled exhale and contemplated running straight for her room. Either she was losing her mind or fate was one hell of a thing. She knew she couldn't do it - whatever it was – sober, so she grabbed a bottle of Patron off of her kitchen counter and mixed the strongest margarita she could muster. After half an hour of contemplation and small sips of tequila Kendall finally caved in and headed to her room. Her heart was thumping out of her chest as she logged in and clicked on the profile she'd often visit. In a blind rush she navigated her way to his DM's and felt her heart skip a beat as the small dot next to his picture was green - he was awake and online, probably uploading a new video given the time.

"Don't be a pussy Ken, you already here." She mumbled

Before she could fully chicken out the liquor kicked in and forced her fingers to type.

k3nlaflair: you live in Av. 76?

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k3nlaflair: I think I just ran into you.

k3nlaflair: on the elevator

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scvrlord: oh shit, that was you?

Bingo. She held back a scream and composed herself as she thought of a decent reply back.

k3nlaflair: this is mad weird lol sorry

scvrlord: nah baby you good, you beautiful btw.

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k3nlaflair: 🫠 thank you

k3nlaflair: and sorry for bothering you so late, this is crazyyyy lol thanks for the save

scvrlord: nah you good I promise

scvrlord: rs you the first person my age I’ve seen since I moved 😂

k3nlaflair: yeahh Av. is a nursing home if you squint hard enough lol they don’t really tell they yuppies about it either.

scvrlord: I def see now. since ion really know anybody around here you down to grab lunch this weekend? on me.

Kendall couldn't believe her eyes. Not only was this man living in the same building as her, he was now casually asking her out for a chat. If she fumbled this her friend group would never let her live this down. Heart fluttering, she quickly tapped away at her keyboard and blindly hit send.

k3nlaflair: I know a chill spot in K-town that’s real lowkey. foods to die for and the drinks are stiff as you can get lol!

scvrlord: bet. meet at mine Friday night. that cool?

k3nlaflair: bet.

Kendall was every bit of speechless. This was the clutch of the year - no the century - all thanks to her shitty roster and butter fingers. As she reread her final three letter text for the hundredth time in those fleeting minutes, a sheepish grin curled across her face.

‘Kendall: 1, Devin: 0’

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first and foremost big thank you to the gang for inspiring (and gently bullying me) to get back in the writing field again, love y’all downnn 😭🫡

pls don’t be shy to leave a comment, suggestions for part one, whatever you like my friends 🫶🏽 see you in the next one

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SUPPORT BLACK FANFIC WRITERS GODDAMIT!!!

Here’s my masterlist! It’s a little pitiful bc writers bloc, but we ball 😭😭😭

Black Fanfiction Writers, post your Masterlists for Black History Month! Give the community good stuff to read!

Add your Masterlist of stories centering Black Characters! Please share with your writing mutuals! I'll start with mine!

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Oh bihhhhhh, I need a sequel!

hot for teacher (pt. 1)

summary: terry's daughter has been raising concerns for her teacher, prompting a parent-teacher conference and a potential match for her father.

pairing: terry richmond x black!fem!reader

warnings: 18+ (mdni), language, smut (male masturbation)

a/n: this is going to be a series. part one hasn't been fully edited, so if u see a typo just ignore for now lol. i hope you guys enjoy and reply "🤎" if you'd like to be on my aaron fics taglist if you aren't on it already!

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You inhaled deeply, nerves all over the place as you waited for the arrival of Thalia's father. The anxiety you felt in your chest and stomach wasn't just the result of this being your first parent-teacher conference of the school year. With every new group of kids, you were always nervous about dealing with their parents as you never knew which parents would be accommodating and which ones would be first class pains in your ass, but this meeting in particular had you on edge.

Thalia's father was no stranger to you...partially. You'd met him once on a girl's night a few weeks before the school year started. That meeting at the club turned into a sexy, sweaty, and passionate one night stand that seemed impossible for you to forget about no matter how hard you tried. He was tall, handsome, charming, and willing to put his card down to buy your girlfriends a few rounds. It also didn't help that he was so damn funny, so he was able to laugh you out of your panties in no time.

The morning after, the two of you went to brunch. You'd talked for hours and you found yourself entranced by the man. It seemed that the interest was mutual, but he'd stood you up on a date that the two of you had planned and you hadn't spoken to him since. You were hurt because it seemed like the two of you had clicked, but you eventually chalked it up to you being delusional. You let the situation go...sort of. Of course, you'd googled him in an attempt to find any social media he had, but all you could find were business profiles on LinkedIn and Indeed. The shock on your face when you looked at your class roster in the beginning of August and saw the contact information for Thalia's parent was truly priceless.

"Do you know when my daddy is coming to get me?"

You were broken from your panicked thoughts by Thalia's whine. Her dad called the school in advance to ask if she could stay since he wouldn't be able to get off of work in time to pick her up. Since he would be coming for the meeting anyway the principal decided that she could stay. However, she'd gotten bored sitting in the front office and begged to go back to your classroom, which surprised you because you could have sworn the girl couldn't stand you by the way she behaved in class some days.

"He should be here soon, Thalia. I'll just have to have a short chat with him and then you get to go home," you replied, using the soft second grade teacher voice that had become a second nature at this point.

"Am I in trouble?" she questioned, her eyebrows raising as her eyes widened in panic.

Thalia was very smart and a real overachiever. Her record showed no disciplinary action in the past, so you knew the idea of being in trouble was just terrifying to her. She was basically the "perfect" student with the exception that you just couldn't get her to be more engaged with you or her other classmates during class time. It was as if she shut down until test days.

"No, you're not in trouble, I promise," you told her. "I just have a few questions to ask him. That's all. Do you maybe want to do something while we wait? Read a book, play with the building blocks?"

Thalia sighed and shook her head, uninterested in doing either.

"Not really. I think I just want to go home."

You nodded, heart aching for her. You remembered what it was like to be stuck at school while your parents were at work. You were usually the last kid waiting and had nothing to do.

"Do you mind if I grade papers while we wait for your dad?" you asked her.

Her eyebrow raised, seeming interested in that.

"Can I help?"

You thought about telling her that it was out of the question and that she couldn't see the grades of her classmates, but you didn't have the heart to shut her down when this is one of the only things she's shown interest in the entire school year so far.

"Here," you said, pulling out a stack of papers from one of the folders you kept on your desk. "This is the answer sheet. When I call out the question number, you tell me the correct answer, okay?"

She nodded eagerly and stood from the table she was sitting at, practically running up to your desk to take the answer key from you.

"You ready?" you asked her, pulling out your color coded pens for grading.

"Yes, ma'am!"

You couldn't help but smile before you looked at the first test, glad that something finally caught her attention.

"Okay, what's number one?"

"15."

You went through the stack of tests, correcting answers and giving checkmarks for correct work before asking for the answer to the next question. These were all problems that you could solve with your eyes closed and you didn't really need an answer key, but as long as she was happy and occupied, you had no problem letting her help you out.

The process took about fifteen minutes, which was perfect timing. As soon as you were finished, a dial from the office came across the intercom.

"Thalia Richmond's dad is in the office. Should we send him back to you?"

You felt your face go numb in dread, which was an almost comical contrast to the way Thalia giggled and jumped to grab her backpack at the news.

"Yes, please," you responded on the intercom.

"He's here! My daddy's here!" Thalia squealed, running to the door to wait for him.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on the classroom door and Thalia swung it open to jump in her father's arms.

"Where have you been, Daddy? I was so booreddd!"

He laughed at her antics, not yet noticing you at your desk.

"I had to work, Lia," he responded, kissing her on the cheek.

"You need to stop working!"

"If I stop working, I can't get you all those books, huh?"

She laughed when he poked her side and you felt a smile growing on your face at the scene. You almost forgot about your history with her dad. Almost. It was brought back immediately when he finally looked over at you, hazel eyes staring at you as if he'd seen a ghost. You felt your heart sink at the look of horror he gave you.

"Lia, why don't you go sit in the office for a bit?" he told her, not taking his eyes off of you.

"But, Daddy I don't wanna go in there. It's so boring," she pouted.

"Just for a little bit. I'll be up there soon," he promised, setting her down and opening the door for her to walk out.

You turned behind you, grabbing the wall phone and dialing the office before letting them know that Thalia was on her way up to them.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you, neither of you quite sure if you should jump straight to business or talk about the enormous elephant in the room. Finally, you cleared your throat, deciding to be the one to speak first.

"Mr. Richmond, thanks for coming."

"You're Thalia's teacher?"

The two of you spoke at the same time, which only added another layer to the thick tension and awkwardness in the room. You shifted uncomfortably in your desk chair and asked God why this had to be happening to you.

"Uh, yes. I am," you responded. "Please sit. I just have a few concerns about Thalia."

You decided that ignoring the elephant would be easiest, finding it inappropriate to talk about the fact that he did some things to your body that night that you're not sure you'll ever be able to repeat.

"Like?" he asked, grabbing a chair from one of the tables and sitting in front of your desk.

If this were any other parent, you would have probably laughed and made a joke about how small the chairs are, but there was truly nothing funny about the situation that you'd found yourself in.

"Thalia doesn't seem interested in...well anything," you told him, jumping straight to the chase and hoping that this interaction would take no longer than ten minutes (seven if you spoke fast enough).

He was avoiding eye contact with you, looking over your shoulder at the rainbow calendar on the wall. You were sure that if you turned around you'd see that he'd burned a hole straight through the wall and given you a view into the next classroom from how hard he was staring.

"What do you mean?" he questioned. "She performs very well academically."

You nodded in agreement.

"Yes, she does. She's truly one of my best students, but I'm worried about her engagement with others. She doesn't talk to her other classmates, doesn't play with others during recess, sits alone during lunch, and barely responds to me when I ask her questions. It seems like nothing I do to help works. I was just wondering if you knew of any ways to get her more engaged."

His eyes snapped to you then, the thousand yard stare he'd been giving shifting to a look of concern.

"Strange," he sighed. "She's told me that she's made so many friends in second grade."

"What does she like to do at home? Maybe I could use it to get her a little more involved in class."

He ran a large hand over his face and you had to push out images of that same hand wrapped around your throat and of his fingers pushing past your soft lips.

"She likes music, um art. She's been really big on painting recently. She loves plants and space and princesses," he replied, a smile on his lips as he remembered these things about his daughter. "Are you sure? It just doesn't sound like her."

"I'm sure. Could I ask for your help in figuring it out? I mean, you know her better than anyone else. I can try with the things you just told me and as you figure out the rest, just keep me updated on what I can do to help?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Great!" you responded. "That's all, but I can give you her folder."

You stood, walking across the room to where you kept the student folders with all the work they've done recently. His eyes followed you over there, dragging up your body as you searched for Thalia's folder.

He was attempting to push out the way your skin felt against his fingertips and the way you'd wrapped around him, clinging to him for dear life as if he were the only thing that had mattered in the world, but the memories just kept flooding in. He felt guilty about the fact that he was sitting in a tiny chair in his daughter's second grade classroom as he grew hard looking at her teacher.

You finally found her folder after searching for her name, the feeling of his eyes on you making you uneasy while simultaneously making a heat grow between your legs.

"Here you go," you told him. "I usually wait until the end of the week to send them home, but since you're already here..."

"Thanks," he responded, standing in front of you.

You had almost forgotten how damn tall he was and it only heightened the feeling between your legs as you remembered the way he looked down at you with a strong grip on your jaw that night.

The two of you stood in front of each other silently. You breathed in the scent of his cologne and felt your knees weakening from it. It was woody and expensive and you wanted to drown in the smell. You finally took a step back to get yourself together.

"Are you okay with this? Me coming to the school because I could always call her mom-"

"We don't have to talk about it, Mr. Richmond."

"Terry," he corrected.

"Mr. Richmond. The only thing I'm concerned about is Thalia and her success. A meaningless night between you and I isn't important to her doing well in this class."

He wanted to scoff and remind you that you weren't so formal with his name when he was on his knees between your legs making some of the most erotic sounds he'd ever heard come from your lips, but he didn't. He only nodded because he was the one that stood you up, after all. He was the one that never reached back out.

"Right," he agreed. "Well, have a good evening."

"You, too."

You moved to the side, giving him room to pass you and walk out the door. You engaged every muscle in your body to refrain from looking back at him as he left, so you missed the almost heartbroken look in his eyes as he glanced over his shoulder at you before heading up to the office to take Thalia home.

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Terry pulled into the driveway of his home and looked in the rearview to see Thalia sleeping soundly in the backseat. He smiled, turning the car off and walking to the back to pick her up and bring her inside.

He didn't bother telling her to shower and brush her teeth. She was obviously too sleepy to do so. She could do it in the morning. He let her get changed before kissing her forehead goodnight and tucking her in.

After ensuring that she wouldn't be waking up any time soon, he went to the kitchen, pulling out a glass and a bottle of bourbon before retreating to his room for the night. One glance at his bed had him shuddering as he remembered the night he'd shared with you. He groaned before taking his glass with him to the bathroom.

Terry turned the shower on and undressed, finishing off his drink and grimacing at that last bite of the liquor. He stepped into the shower, hoping that it would help clear his mind, but it didn't. All he could picture was you and your beautiful body. He missed the way your hips rolled as you rode him, the way your breasts bounced in his face. He wanted to taste you again, lick every inch of your body and have you squirm beneath him just like you did that night.

Before he knew it, he was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even realize when he wrapped around the base of his cock. His mushroom tip leaked precum as he jerked his hips, quiet grunts leaving his throat. He could still hear your moans and whimpers in his ear, could feel the way you'd ran your tongue up the side of his neck before nipping at his earlobe.

It didn't take long for him to cum. He didn't masturbate often, but he was pent up and stressed and you had just been within arms reach not even an hour ago and he just couldn't take it all. One last thrust into his fist had him spurting thick strings of cum in the shower as he panted heavily.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned, throwing his head back at the realization of what he'd just done.

He wasn't sure if there was a special spot in Hell for people that came to the thought of fucking their child's teacher, but if there was, he was sure he'd have a first class ticket.

Terry showered, scrubbing extra hard in an attempt to make himself feel a little less dirty about it all before going to the kitchen and pouring himself another glass of bourbon.

He cursed himself for letting you slip away. He sat on the couch, scrolling through emails on his phone in an attempt to get his mind off of you, but it wasn't very successful.

Maybe, if you didn't stand her up, she'd be here right now and you wouldn't feel like shit for cumming to the thought of her, he thought before putting his phone down and drifting off to sleep on the couch.

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An Ode to Black Fanfic Writers

To the Black fanfic writers,

When I first joined Tumblr, I was lost. I didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know if this was a space I could call home. Everything felt overwhelming posts flying by, tags I didn’t understand, communities I didn’t know how to approach. I didn’t even know if I’d like it here. But then I stumbled across your stories, and everything changed.

You saved me.

Through your words, I found my footing in a space that, at first, didn’t feel like it had room for me. You gave me stories that wrapped around me like a warm hug, characters that looked like me, sounded like me, loved like me. You showed me what this app could be what it could mean. You reminded me that our stories are powerful, that we are powerful.

Thank you for being the guiding light I didn’t know I needed.

In a world where Black characters are so often sidelined, erased, or stereotyped, you did something revolutionary: you made us the center. You wrote us as heroes, as lovers, as dreamers. You gave us magic, power, and complexity. You reminded us that we can be everything.

When I read your work, I saw Black girls with wide smiles and wild curls, unafraid to take up space. I saw Black boys navigating their pain and triumphing over it. I saw queer Black love, soft Black love, fierce Black love. And I saw us thriving, not just surviving.

You gave me stories that said, “You belong here.” And that meant everything.

Your stories didn’t just give me representation; they gave me community. Through your words, I connected with people who understood what it means to feel invisible in spaces where you should be seen. People who share my love for these characters and who understand the joy of seeing ourselves in these worlds.

You showed me that fandom isn’t just about the media we consume it’s about the people we meet along the way. The way you build each other up, support one another, and create a space where Black voices shine is nothing short of extraordinary.

I didn’t just find stories on Tumblr. I found a family.

I know it’s not easy. Writing is hard. Posting your work for the world to see is even harder. Yet you do it anyway. You push through the doubt, the fear, the imposter syndrome, and you create. You write stories that make us laugh, cry, and feel seen.

I think about the late nights you spend revising, the time you dedicate to perfecting every scene, every line of dialogue. I think about how you manage to weave pieces of our culture our humor, our slang, our struggles into your stories so effortlessly. It’s art, and it’s real.

Your stories remind us that creativity is resistance. That writing Black characters who are loved, desired, and heroic is an act of defiance in a world that tries to diminish us. You’re not just writing fanfiction, you're making a statement: “We matter. We belong. We are worthy.”

Why You Matter So Much

As a 21-year-old Black woman, I can’t tell you how much your work has inspired me. You’ve shown me the beauty of our diversity, the depth of our experiences, and the endless possibilities of our stories. You’ve reminded me that Blackness is infinite.

You’ve given me hope in ways I didn’t even know I needed. You’ve shown me that joy is revolutionary, that our stories deserve to be told. You’ve given me love stories that feel like home, characters that feel like family, and worlds that feel like freedom.

You’ve saved me on my darkest days.

Forever Grateful

To the Black fanfic writers who dared to take up space in a fandom culture that didn’t always want us here, thank you. Thank you for showing up, for creating, for building a world where we can see ourselves as everything we’ve ever dreamed of being.

You’ve reminded me and so many others that we are powerful, that we are beautiful, that we are worthy of being the main character. You’ve given me more than I could ever repay.

So here’s to you the storytellers, the dreamers, the visionaries.

You’ve made this app feel like home.

You’ve made me feel seen, heard, and loved.

And I am forever grateful.

With love and admiration,

A Black girl who finally found herself through your words.

I am definitely all the writers I know and love and I hope to find more of y'all so I can add y'all to the list, if there is more please tag them! let's show them the love they deserve!

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Aaron Pierre as Malcolm X and Kelvin Harrison Jr as Martin Luther King Jr 👑👑😍

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The sleeve looks so good omgggggggg

He ate!!!!

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writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.

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tumblr not being a part of the metaverse or Elon musk’s agenda >>>>

the superior social media app

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Period, stink!!

I have an idea for a terry x reader oneshot but it’s too slutty idk y’all 👀

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DO IT

I have an idea for a terry x reader oneshot but it’s too slutty idk y’all 👀

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Ok but like, this confirms that I wouldn’t be surprised if he popped and crossed Alpha.