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Pairing: Dom!Kevin Atwater x Sub!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (female receiving) teasing, fingering (female receiving), cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, all consensual. D/s dynamics.
Summary: Even though it's your last day, you make the most of it by going out for breakfast with Kevin. You don't want the day to end and you get the feeling that Kevin doesn't either.
Word Count: 4,413k
AO3 Link | Part 1 | Part 2
A/N: Thank you so much for being patient with me for this chapter. I plum didn't want to let these two go. So I got a little carried away. But I hope it was well worth the wait. Ya girl was ovulating, okay?! And thank you for your asks, anons. They gave me the kick in the pants to get back to some filth. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.
You were in the middle of a dream. A handsome cop by the name of Kevin Atwater had taken you back to his lair and fucked you ten ways from Sunday. Kevin lit a fire under your skin, to the point that you never wanted to wake up.
A deep pull in your belly wrestled for attention. Oh, oh that felt good. You moaned and wasn't sure if that was in the dream or wakefulness. You did not want to wake up to your empty, cold bed with laundry calling your name and mugs in the sink.
Dream Kevin moaned and it echoed in your ears. What was going on? You roused from sleep reluctantly, suckling between your legs finally registering. You barely had time to open your eyes and see Kevin making out with your pussy with his eyes closed, like he was feasting in Valhalla.
At your movement, he glanced up and caught your eyes, giving you a wink before he returned his lips to your pussy. His tongue to your clit. Your hands flew to either side of you, gripping his sheets in a vice grip as an orgasm tore through you.
Surely, he wrangled every single one out of you by now. Surely, there couldn't be one more. But the man was too determined to keep going, moaning as fresh slick coated his beard. His wet hair slid across your thighs, dragging ragged giggles from you. The fog of the dream competed with each swipe of his tongue.
Kevin moaned, suckled, and devoured your pussy. You twitched with every slide, every lick. "Kev-plea-" you begged but it fell on deaf ears.
Tears pricked your eyes as your back bowed, your lungs burning from screaming through a potent orgasm. The type to make you question what defines life. Kevin brought you there effortlessly, endlessly. You came down with a keening whine while your body jerked and twisted.
Kevin's large hands held your thighs open, easily keeping his plate where he wanted it. "Good morning, gorgeous. See what you coulda had yesterday?"
He placed gentle kisses to your thighs, leaving giant wet spots against your skin. You shivered from the lewdness of it all. "I'm pretty sure I died," you murmured, sleep calling to you again.
Kevin chuckled, burying his nose in your pussy and taking a deep breath. His nose tickled your clit and you jerked away. You were too damn sensitive. Kevin took mercy on you, kissing up your body, leaving a trail of your essence all over your body.
This man was insane. Had to be. Was it possible to be addicted to cumming? Because as sensitive as you were, looking into Kevin's beautiful eyes and that sexy grin of his, you wanted to give him every single orgasm you possessed.
He stopped when he got to your titties, taking a moment to kiss each swell of your breasts. He teased one nipple between his teeth, the sharp tug responding with a twitch of your clit. You ran your hands over his body, kneading, pinching, and caressing. He was real. He was here. He was currently making you so damn horny, you were about to eat him alive.
He switched his attention to the other nipple, his hands coming up to pin you to the mattress. He smirked, returning to sucking on your nipples the same way he sucked on your clit.
"Kevin, please," you whispered. "Too much."
"Shh, I'm just saying hi to my girls. That's all," he said, flicking his tongue against your nipple.
Your teeth chattered and then he moved back to your left titty, teeth grazing your nipple. You arched but he settled his weight on top, careful not to crush you. "I want your whole weight on me," you said.
He smiled and dropped more of his weight on you. You sighed from the feeling of being crushed by him, his heavy body covering you and making you feel protected and safe. It was over for you. There was no more fight left in you. Why fight against this?
Who cared if was quick? Who cared if it was this intense? This connection had to mean something. It didn't happen by accident. You thanked your lucky stars to find a unicorn like him. Someone to match you in all the ways it mattered.
Kevin released your wrists and moved his kisses up, landing on your neck. You rubbed against him like a cat, moving your leg to trap him in place. You lived here now.
"You gon' let me go?" He nipped at your neck, making you hiss with pleasure and pain. You felt like you sucked on a live wire. Everywhere he touched was sensitive. Everywhere he didn't touch felt his phantom touch, like it was only a matter of time before he touched there too.
"Nope," you said, popping the 'P' and grinned at him.
"Good. I got plans for you," he said, finally bringing those sexy pink lips to yours. You tasted yourself on his lips, smelled yourself in his beard. It made your pussy clench painfully. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.
"Mhhm. How would you feel about getting some sun? I can drive you home, you can change, we can take a walk, get some breakfast, come back so I can do nasty things to ya," he said, ticking off each activity with a kiss to your lips. With everything he rattled off, it sounded heavenly.
"Oh yeah, I'ma need that. I keep a spare bag of clothes in my car," you said.
"Oh, you come prepared?" He grinned and kissed you, his kisses lazy and slow. Yep, you definitely lived here now.
"I stay ready so I ain't gotta get ready. I never know where I'll be or when I'll need spare clothes," you corrected, not wanting him to get a big head.
"Okay, if that makes you feel better," he said.
"Shut up!" You giggled. Kevin took that personally, as he started to hunt for ticklish spots. You giggled and slapped his hands away, screaming for mercy. When you sobered, you snuggled further into him, feeling all dainty and cute in his huge presence.
"Then let's get a move on, beautiful," he said. He offered to grab your go bag from your car and you told him where to find your keys. He dressed in sweats and a tank, earning a growl from you, and he chuckled. He made quick work of grabbing your bag and dropping it in the bathroom.
He shed his clothes as he walked into the room, revealing his delicious chest and the curly hair on his belly. He grinned while he approached, dropping a kiss to your lips before he helped you out of his bed.
Once inside the bathroom, he turned on the shower and you dug through your bag for a spare shower bonnet. This bag had saved you in so many ways, it was hard to count. Bad period days, ripped pants, that time you spilled ketchup on your shirt.
You worked with Kevin on a compromise for the best temperature and then he climbed in, letting the water cascade down his hair and face. You stepped in after, the steam enveloping you.
"You are so damn beautiful," Kevin sighed, looking at you like you hung the moon. Fuck, you would never get sick of this.
"Even with this bonnet," you said with a shy grin.
"Especially with the bonnet," he promised.
You talked about nothing and everything, switching between politics, the state of the world's education, and the questionable quality of DC movies. All the while, you and Kevin lathered up washcloths and took turns washing each other.
Though it wasn't sexual in nature, Kevin couldn't help lingering around your titties, kneading the cloth and squeezing your titty with it. He bit his lip at your moan and the ways your eyes fluttered closed. You got your revenge though, wrapping the cloth around his dick.
The cloth couldn't hide that long dick of his, but you made soapy progress, stroking him and paying attention to how it pleased him. Kevin was a vocal lover, moaning in places you did well and coaching you in others.
It was wild to discuss Scream movies and how the first one was the best and only one that mattered while stroking someone's dick, but there you were. Comfortable as hell, present with a wonderful man.
You stroked harder, pulling him down for a scorching kiss that made your knees weak. Kevin moaned into your mouth and hissed with a curse under his breath as he climaxed all over your belly.
It took great effort for Kevin to open his eyes. When he did, you gave him a saucy wink and washed his cum off of your belly. His overwhelming soap filled his shower making you drown in just him.
He grinned. "Alright, I'ma get you back for that," he said. He turned the water off and helped you out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry you off. He enveloped you in his arms, his body heat doing more work than the towel.
"Ain't nobody shook," you teased, grabbing another towel from the sink and drying him off.
You worked down to his legs, leaning into a squat that put you eye level with his dick at half mast. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, leaning out to plant a kiss on the tip of his dick.
His dick jumped and you leaned back with a giggle. You had yet to give him a blow job and you briefly wondered if you could fit all of that in your mouth. Kevin groaned and took a deep breath. "Don't get hurt, nah," he said.
You grinned. You really ought to stop. He unleashed some inner animal inside of you that just wanted him to live inside you. But technically, you only met the man Friday night so you had to chill. A smidgen.
Kevin helped you stand and looked at you like you were the first ray of sun after a long night. How could you not get carried away when he looked at you like that? Made you feel desired with just a crinkle in his eyes.
You quickly got dressed in a fresh pair of panties, navy leggings, and an olive green shirt. Kevin threw on black sweats with a matching shirt, his gold chain peeking out from beneath. Such a casual outfit and you were ready to tear it off and hop back on him.
"I know where your nasty ass mind is," he said as he held the front door open for you. You trailed your hand down his stomach as you passed and felt his belly clench beneath your fingers.
You grazed his dick and he growled low in his throat. "I'm just passing by," you said sweetly.
Kevin locked up and then took your hand, walking with you outside into the crisp late spring air. He told you about a coffee shop a few blocks down and you told him to lead the way.
Kevin kept pace with you and you were glad for the sweet gesture. Because with his lumbering gait, you'd be out of breath before you reached the end of the corner. You talked about nothing as he stayed on the street side of the sidewalk, blocking most of the wind.
"Have you ever considered moving to a different unit?" You took a deep breath of fresh air. He was right, some sun was needed.
Kevin shook his head. "Nah, I like where I'm at. Them's my folks, you know?"
You nodded. "Claire tells me about some of the wild stories she hears from Jay. I can't even imagine everything you go through."
Kevin shrugged and made a noncommittal sound. He could downplay it all he wanted, but it was still a big deal. "It's hard, that's for sure. I just wanna help. Feels like folks don't help anymore," he said.
You looked around at the surrounding houses, the way it all seemed so undisturbed. When you were younger, you couldn't toss a rock without kids playing out in the front yards. Without retirees sitting out on the porch, watching babies play in a kiddie pool in the summer.
"Yeah, you can say that again. Do you plan on being a cop for a long time?"
"Yeah, as long as they let me. Would that bother you?" Kevin glanced at you.
You took a moment to think it over. It did make you nervous to an extent. There was so much turmoil and hate out in the world. Claire was right, at any point someone could take him out.
Your chest squeezed at the thought of Kevin not being in the world. You'd known him a short time and yet it was like you'd known him forever.
You spent so long compiling the perfect checklist, building the perfect man in your mind. He had to be kind, he had to be gentle, he had to be nasty, and he had to be loyal. When confronted with such a perfect man, your mind searched for reasons not to. Afraid that it was too good to be true, that you truly did find the right man for you.
But, he was a cop, he could be shot or maimed horribly. He could be gunned down by a fellow cop who only sees a threat. He could have a weird habit like picking his teeth with his fingers.
"I want to try," you told him. "I can't say it doesn't bother me. But I know that I want to explore this."
Kevin licked his lips and gave you a sweet grin. "I like that. I want to explore this with you too," he said.
Approaching a local coffee shop, Kevin opened the door for you. You got in line, going over your different tastes in coffee. Kevin was a typical cop. He just liked it black and hot. You teased him about it while you ordered and got a blueberry muffin to go with. Kevin grabbed a breakfast sandwich and you grabbed a table towards the back, eating and talking through a small breakfast.
Kevin kept the conversation lively, talking about the happier side to being a cop. The many people he got to save by being there in the nick of time. He gushed about his siblings and you absolutely melted at the pride and love in his eyes. It made your pussy ache listening to how he stepped up so you shoved that thought out of your mind.
The morning sun turned into early afternoon and the light played off of Kevin's angles. He talked with his whole body, weaving tales as if you were really there with him. Your mind drifted though, distracted by his open face. His long eyelashes were enchanting, his lips plump and juicy while he licked them often. Oh, that bastard. He had to be doing it on purpose.
It was easy to get lost in the conversation, the flow moving so seamlessly that the coffee shop filled up and the sound didn't register at all. It didn't matter what other folks had going on. You just wanted to listen to him.
You told your own stories about work and family, different events you attended with Jay and Claire. You told him about your last vacation to Thailand and how seeing the ruins were your favorite part.
The way he listened made you feel actually heard. He asked questions where he needed and invited you to keep sharing. You never had so much damn fun sitting and talking. Eventually though, the coffee shop got too packed and it was time to head back to his place.
Back to reality.
Neither one of you brought up the subject of returning back to your normal lives. You had to get back to work and chores and trying to relax without guilt. He had to go back to being on call, ready to spring into action at any moment. The bubble would burst and yeah, you were worried that this was just a sex haze.
You hoped that wasn't the case. It didn't feel like it was, but hey, people did stranger things after a few…dozens of orgasms. Dozens. This man trained your body from the very first handshake.
The walk to his place was more somber. He held your hand and held you close, but there were no words to be said. Back at his place, you settled headed for his couch. He pulled you back, giving you a sexy grin.
"I believe there's a policy in place, beautiful," he said.
You giggled. "Oh, you can't be serious," you said.
"There are punishments for breaking the law. Do we want to play that game?" He gave you a devilish grin, begging you to disobey him.
You shivered. But the memory of his first punishment was too fresh in your mind. You couldn't survive another round of watching him cum without it in you or on you. Fuck. He turned you into a sex fiend. Shamelessly too.
You opted to be good, wanting him more than you wanted to be a minx. For now. You stripped out of your clothes, getting butterball naked while he watched with hungry elevator eyes. You felt so sexy in his presence.
"Hm, hm, hm," he muttered, biting his lip as the last of the clothes hit the floor. He took your hand and led you to the living room, sitting down on the couch and pulling you into his lap.
"It's going to be real painful going home after this," you said, wanting to rip the band-aid off. The suspense was killing you and before you went any further, you wanted to lay it all out there.
He sighed in agreement and settled into the sofa, widening his legs so that you could sit comfortably. His hands gripped your hips, rubbing his fingers in circles on your skin. "Why does it feel so damn hard? We're going to see each other again," he said.
The certainty in his tone sent shivers down your spine. Especially in that deep voice of his. You smiled at him. "That's what's frying me!"
You squeezed his arms, needing to feel him. It was insane. But at least you both were feeling it.
"It's not forever. Just for a few days when our schedules align," he said. "And you'll stay until the morning."
"Oh, I will, huh?" You giggled.
Kevin bounced you on his knee making your titties bounce with. He bit his lip and did it again and you giggled harder, gripping his forearms so you wouldn't go flying off. His hands still held you in place, not budging at all in his capable hands.
"You will. I want to wake up to that pretty face again," he said. "With my morning snack."
Your pussy clenched even as you laughed and rolled your eyes. You literally could not with him. "I can definitely get used to that."
"So, we're going to enjoy the rest of tonight. Just you and me," he said.
"I'd really like that," you said, leaning over to kiss him. He moaned and deepened the kiss, his tongue peeking out to duel with yours. He sucked on your bottom lip and then continued to kiss, his hands coming up to cup the back of your head. He pulled you every which way he wanted you to go. You were able to feel all of him, hear his breathy moans, and get lost in the kiss.
Kevin slowly broke away, grinning as you tried to steal one more. He winked at your confused pout and stood up with you in his arms. He carried you to his room, turning on the light as he went.
He deposited you on his bed and he stripped in front of you, never breaking eye contact as he did so. You looked your fill, moaning at every new piece of skin he revealed. He kept his body in shape, his muscles flexing as he moved. He grinned at you and then climbed onto the bed, pulling you beneath him.
He dropped his weight on you and you sighed in pure bliss. It was a struggle to get a full breath and you sighed again, never being able to describe the relief you felt. You greedily clung onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist.
You made out, continuing your earlier dance. Kevin's fingers traveled down your body, bringing goosebumps with it. He reached between you, rubbing your clit and you jerked, moaning into his mouth.
The break gave you both a chance to catch your breath, but his fingers worked overtime. You were wet from the moment he told you to get out of your clothes, but with his fingers working a steady beat, making your legs shake in the most delicious way, the orgasm snuck up on you and you convulsed, screaming his name as the wave rode you.
"That's right, beautiful," he moaned, moving his fingers to slide into your pussy. You clenched around two..no, three of his fingers stretching you, and playing with your G-spot like it was his personal stress relief toy.
Your hands clawed at him, trying to escape and get away. The downside to being crushed by his weight was that he effectively pinned you to the matress and prevented escape. Your body twitched and jerked as another orgasm ripped through, snatching every one of your senses.
As you came down, your body rebooted and came back online. First came your hearing, as you heard Kevin whisper filthy shit in your ear. "I'm going to fill this pussy up. Every last fuckin' drop I got," he said.
He ended his words with a kiss to your neck. Next came feeling, as his lips traveled to the spot beneath your ear, causing your thighs to tingle. Kevin pulled his fingers free of your pussy, bringing them to your lips. You opened your mouth, tasting your essence on his thick fingers.
"Clean it up, baby," he said. He pulled his fingers out and kissed you. His dick throbbed against your ass.
"Fill me up, Kev, please," you moaned. You needed him connected to you, as close as he could possibly get.
"Flip the fuck over," he grunted. He backed off of you and you gulped in fresh pulls of air. He got to his knees with renewed energy, pulling you into the position he wanted without waiting for you to comply.
You laid nearly flat on the bed with your knees putting you at a certain angle. Kevin laid behind you, lining himself up. Without a word, he thrust inside you to the hilt.
"Oh fuck!" You cried out, the sudden fullness sending your mind straight to outer space.
Kevin leaned down until his chest was on your back, his thighs pressed to the back of yours, and a possessive hand around your right hip. He kissed your ear and began to thrust, each deep stroke like a crack of thunder in the quiet room.
There was nothing but your mingled, panicked breaths echoing in the room. The smell of sex and sweat a powerful aphrodisiac. "Oh fuck, Kevin," you moaned into the bed.
"That's it, right there. Fuck you feel so good. Fuckin' made for this dick. This my pussy from now on," he moaned, his thrusts still rocking into you, pounding you into the bed as if you were a nail in the wall.
"Oh, yes, Daddy," you moaned. You never called a man that in your life. And yet Kevin earned the title. And then some. You clenched around his dick, your walls shaking from how easily you gushed for him.
"That's it, baby. Give me what Daddy deserve. Bounce on that dick. Bounce on that dick, baby," he moaned, his dick throbbing inside you.
"Shit, I'm finna—" You screamed as your orgasm rushed through you, more intense than any he's given you the past few days. Your nails dug into his covers, gripping on for dear life.
Kevin stroked a few more times, like his body was moving faster than he could keep up with. He hissed in your ear and moaned as he climaxed, filling your pussy with his cum.
"That's it. That's it, milk it out of me," he said as you bounced on it, squeezing your pussy to capture every drop.
He collapsed on top of you, his panting breaths rivaling your own. Your pussy throbbed in time with his dick, in sync in ways you didn't even know was possible. Kevin softened and gently pulled out of you, a rush of his cum leaking out of you.
Kevin sat back on his haunches and pulled your asscheeks apart to watch him slide down your pussy lips.
"So fuckin' perfect," he whispered in awe.
You yawned and Kevin chuckled, kissing both sides of your ass. He nipped one of them and you hissed at the sharp sting. He chuckled and then got off of the bed to grab a warm washcloth. You groaned while he cleaned you up and he cooed, telling you he was almost done.
You must've fallen asleep because the next thing you knew, the lights were off and Kevin was in bed. When you stirred, he pulled you into him so that he enveloped you completely. His body heat rolled off of him in waves and you shivered with a deep moan, snuggling closer. You wanted to live in the cuddle.
You layed your head on Kevin's arm, feeling so safe and secure and right. You just knew that this was the start to something grounbreaking. Men like him didn't come around often. And no, he wasn't truly perfect. There were bound to be things that irritated you.
But you had all the time in the world to explore him. And explore every drop of pleasure he wrung from you. You were a limp spaghetti noodle in his hands. Nothing but putty for him to mold and squeeze and play with.
"Prepare to be sick of me," he whispered in your ear, his breath fanning across your cheeks.
You giggled sleepily, lalaland calling your name. "You stuck with me at this point," you said.
He kissed your ear. "Wouldn't have it any other way."
The end.
A/N: I know! I know. But it's not goodbye to Kevin forever. He will pop up in a new series so stay tuned!
can I ask how you write your smut? you go into so much detail and I always feel like everything that I write is the same all the time🫥
You sure can ask and I sure will answer ✨
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I'm in a yapping mood, so I wanna preface this by saying, this is all MY opinion about how I write detailed smut. And because I'm a fucking literary nerd, I'm going into a bit of that said detail.
So, tbh, the same techniques you use to write one part of a story are also used to write smut. But the most important thing I often find lacking in some smut is the technique:
"Show, Don't Tell"
To simplify: Don't just tell the audience what's happening by stating a bunch of general facts about your scene or characters; show how it affects both them and the things around them.
Some of the most important parts about smut are the actions taken. But describing actions can only do so much before you just sound repetitive every two to three lines/paragraphs. I find that most people fall into this trap when describing physical characteristics.
Like, if a character's dick/clit/pussy was described and established to be big/hard/wet/etc., during the first few sentences of the previous paragraph, you don't need to state it over again a few breaks down. Instead, tell the audience what they're doing or thinking about that that's turning them on. And then, after that, tell the audience how that's making them feel.
Sometimes it helps to establish a action/cause and effect sort of protocol. I tend to choose three different variations:
● If Character A does this, then it will cause Character B to feel like that.
● If Character B does this, then it will cause Character A to react like that.
● If Character 1 does this, then it will cause Character 2 to feel/look/bodily react like that.
You can even follow it up with a sort of "Therefore" and explain how the reaction is perceived by the person causing it. And yes I'm plugging my own writing as an example.
● Action/Cause: "He hooks the edge of your camisole with a thumb and pulls until the breast he’d captured spills free."
● Effect/Bodily Reaction: "The naked heat of his palm makes the air hang in your lungs for a few seconds before it picks up in your chest."
● Action: "Erik’s thumb traces the prominent, dark edge of an areola, travelling over the soft rise of your nipple before toying idly with it."
● Effect: "it beads and hardens into ebony under his fingertips,"
● Bodily Reaction: "your lashes flutter slightly."
● Therefore: "He rolls and strokes until it becomes difficult to ignore without fidgeting."
That's how it all works together in harmony to provide details when you apply it with more general descriptions of things, then add dialogue and prose.
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When it it's time to get down to the real business, pairing action with more descriptive reactions/thoughts works the best for me:
Fave examples:
"You whimper through the initial ache, your hands flying up to find purchase on his arms as he keeps them locked around you."
"He doesn’t let up, keeping you cracked open around him and impeding any twitch or squirm of your hips as his movements circle back in a tight, painstaking rhythm."
"He digs in deep, stretching you out like he’s trying to make space for himself in a place much too small for him to fit in."
"Your body begins to make room for him as he recarves his place inside you—He stays nestled there; hollowing out every hidden crack and corner."
And of course this entire nasty gem:
Also, if you're looking to extend sex or romance scenes, you don't have to think up 83 new positions to keep dragging one scene out for a hundred thousand words.
Try switching to a more limited pov to give a brief look into one of the character's thoughts and feelings.
One more exampled protip:
When it comes to sounds/moans/etc., try to describe that in words as well. You do not have to describe the sounds of sex with the same "slap slap slap. plap plap plap." sound-effect cues you see in a rule34 hentai manga 😭
Ending tips:
● Use a thesaurus when you run out of ways to say one word. And don't be afraid to completely reword a sentence or paragraph to make it fit better either.
● Please re-read your stuff before posting it. Fanfic doesn't have to be perfect, but you want it to be legible to anyone reading it.
● I encourage you to develope your characters a bit more beyond what they bring to the bedroom so that you can give them more of that feeling and detail you're looking for in smut scenes. That connection and immersion for the audience only works with incite into how they think and act.
Hope this helped you a bit anon, I'm going to go put myself in horny jail for the remainder of the night💕
I'm not afraid to drop an actual @, so once again, Hi Epiphany/nahimjustfeelingit-writes
EDIT: I want to clarify something that I did not realize was something people didn't understand because of the way she worded things to her followers but, we were mutuals. She actually followed me first not long after I posted my story because she reblogged it. Which was my point about mentioning interaction. I was on her dashboard until a couple weeks ago. And I can count on one hand the amount of times she was ever in my notifications after that, yet there are all these "coincidences".
I came to you privately and did my damnedest to be cordial and impartial about all this and you thought it would be cute of you to do this shit for whatever reason instead of just agreeing to disagree and blocking one another.
I sent you a DM yesterday afternoon that you ignored. I sent a few more messages that evening when I saw you replying to people. You ignored it. So I sent you an ask at 9:20 this morning that you could have also easily replied privately to and you chose not to.
I don't know why you felt the need to lie about that when it's in your own screenshots with timestamps. But then again, you barely read what I was saying to you before responding in the first place.
And it's probably why you reblogged this post trying to be funny after you talked to me.
I truly do not care about any of the shit you're waxing. You're saying more in public posts and asks than you were willing to say to my face one on one because you need followers echoing you in the background. Which tells me a lot about your character lol.
I chose the mature route of NOT publicly calling you out, and I'm glad I did. The bullshit you're egging on in your comments and asks just proves my point. You're trying to cover your ass by blasting this down the dashboard like some kind of social media influencer wannabe instead of someone in a fandom trying to cultivate a community.
I honestly could've done the same to you. I have other blogs with a hefty amount of followers as well, so I know how this goes. I've been on here since 2012 the same way you been here since 2018. But when I get responses like this, I no longer give a fuck about being nice or liked. I get my attention at home from friends and family like everyone else and come to tumblr for interaction from like-minded creatives.
Clearly that's not what you're about.
I was truly going to just leave things where they were in the DMs and block you, girl. But since you want to put on your clown wig and have everyone on here talking crazy, I'm taking off the filter.
If your story is about the same character, and has the same theme, the same wording setups, AND the same dialogue (remixed✨ apparently), with a similarly themed OC, I'm gonna notice.
And first thing I'm doing is putting the entire conversation up here without any cutoffs.
Never once did I say that your plot was "exactly the same as mine", you projected that shit into the conversation because you didn't read. I even clarify that when you asked. Any good creative or artist knows you don't have to copy "everything" to be inspired by someone else.
No one told you that making an Erik College AU meant that you're stealing. So for future reference; Words mean things✨
What is the likelihood of you having every single one of these elements in your story at the same time as me, for the same damn character, in the same damn fandom, if you're "creative" enough to make up your own shit?
Here's the post I mentioned about the Wakanda Forever thing btw [ x ] because she even used the same picture from the gifs in her recent chapter [ x ]
Like, I didn't even mention the whole thing where your OC goes on a random date with a "good guy that's really good for her, but she doesn't really like him because she actually wants Erik. and it makes him jealous" thing the same damn way I mention Bunny did with Tyler.
But alllll of that is coincidentally in your story at the same damn time, I guess??
I can even put another obvious example from my chapter three scene since you wanted another one so badly.
But you're "always recycling old dialogue", right?
Speaking of examples, you asked me for evidence, but as of right now; you've blocked me again🙄, you've unpinned your latest chapter of Say My Name, made your blog unsearchable and deleted old asks. Why would someone not feeling guilty do that?
And I'm curious about what happened to this ask in particular from January 23rd that got suddenly deleted today after you started asking for me to post up??? [ x ]
Like, that's okay, cause I got screenshots, but none of this really makes you look any better after reblogging multiple posts talking shit to me, now does it?
It's funny how the same day that you answered this ^^ You were also in my notifications liking a post. Granted, you can say you liked it from a reblog, but my point is that you were adjacent to or on my blog that day.
Now what does this have to do with you being a weirdo? Well, it was around the time I was answering asks about Indelible that included the AU lore I made for the heart-shaped herb and how it affects the body. [ x ]
Which is an element I already have in my story btw.
I even talked about planning to expand on it all in other very detailed asks. [ x ] [ x ]
Now why, in your very normal sounding College AU that has NEVER mentioned Erik being super-human, royalty, or having ANYTHING to do with the heart-shaped herb, suddenly have this as an insinuated plot point??? And then why would you delete the evidence of you saying it??? You gonna justify this as "you sent me an ask to trick me" too?
Cause, GIRL?? After a while coincidences are no longer coincidences.
And because you want to be funny and incite your followers to talk more shit—ESPECIALLY ones like this [ x ] who openly harasses writers cause she too fucking dumb to heed the warnings on that same fanfic—I now feel the need to be hilarious.
Babe, I didn't say you stole my whole plotline because there isn't a plot to be found in your story. It's empty filler and descriptions that repeat themselves. Like, you keke-ing with people saying I'm jealous and I'm wondering why I would be jealous of this???
And does that stuff you wrote above flow or read ANYTHING like what you wrote here??? [ x ]
Or does it sound like the advice in the ask this entire post is reblogged from as I said?
Like, you cannot make this shit up at this point😭
Yes, I said you copied the advice I gave without interacting. And then you conveniently got a smut story request for Erik THE SAME DAMN DAY, obviously using that advice, and even the examples I give. Which were ALSO FROM INDELIBLE, MIND YOU.
And I hope you didn't hurt yourself reaching for the screen when you projected the idea that EYE or anyone I know sent you requests. Because what the fuck would that even prove? 😭 Hooow would that work in my favor? I clearly had no problems showing I got the clit to come to you directly when enough became enough.
And yeah I'm about to be meaner, because if something actually happened in the 101k word story you've magically written since December, then there'd be something else to actually consider besides what I showed and named above.
Because what is Say My Name even about? How does any of the shit you've written so far connect together to make a plot? What direction will that whole fuckass relationship you strung together go when it's based off of literally nothing but the settings you read in my story and heard me mention?
Both Erik and your OC sound confused and repetitive half the time because you can't commit to making their personalities fit the non-existent plot you have going on. And that's because it's based off borrowed elements of my OC's more submissive personality constantly flip-flopping with your need to make your OC be "in control" or whatever. Even Erik goes between "I'm a threatening badass, and she doesn't know what she's dealing with" to "wow this girl I never paid attention to until 24hrs ago is SUPER important to me".
It's almost as if they were supposed to have had some kinda pre-established relationship, huh?
Because there is no "complex plot", it makes what you've done very obvious to people who actually read and comprehend them. Your whole chapters be 20k something words each, just spinning in circles because they barely move from the kitchen or bedroom of that brownstone/townhouse you put them in.
And as for the whole "I've been writing since 2018" bullshit.
Okay?? Congratulations, I've been writing creatively since grade school, front and back of college-rule paper with binders filled from top to bottom. That shit is not an excuse.
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Now, let's say you got to this point of the post and you still disagree she was being weird and taking shit from my story. Aight cool. I honestly don't care. Agree to disagree like I originally intended. But since she ousted herself, yeah, the majority of the shit she's been putting out since 2025 is mixed with, or at times, completely written with AI.
It shows. EVERYWHERE. And I feel bad for the people she's gaslighting into believing she's not.
As your followers pointed out, I talk about AI a lot. Most real artists and writers do nowadays. The amount of fucks I give about all the people laughing like high schoolers about this in your asks and comments amounts to the same fraction of Black in Mary's DNA.
I cite my sources and findings openly without running into everybody's inbox on anon or telling them I hate them under their posts. [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]
Please cry me a river to replenish the water all that AI is sucking up from marginalized Black and Brown neighborhoods if that upsets you.
Like this is literally the part that aggravated me most. You used my shit with AI and are lying your WHOLE ass off about it, and all I asked you to do was STOP DOING THAT WITH MY SHIT.
^^^ Most of that is from one chapter of your story, and people who see these patterns and read actual books know exactly what this is.
I even take AI detectors with a huge grain of salt when looking at them, and your shit STILL scores 70, 80 and 100%s
From several different checkers, mind you.
^^All that was randomly sampled from the beginning of your last chapter of Sanctified Heat. [ x ]
You've even used it to reply to asks. Because what in the chatGPT analysis is this??
So like I said, I don't know what the hell your problem is, but you asked for smoke, so I brought you fire.
I deadass wouldn't have minded you taking inspiration and borrowing if you could've just been fucking normal about it. But you wanted to show out, so this is all I really got to say on the matter.
And forgive me, Umber, for jumping on your post, but what are we doing 🫠
I can't believe this needs to be said aloud. AI is theft, full stop. Stealing from another writer, a real Black writer during Black History Month, is wrong.
AI is the very enemy to creativity and does not belong in creative spaces. Computers cannot feel. They cannot think. They cannot write. And feeding someone else's hard work into a machine to be regurgitated into senseless slop is ten levels of fucked up and unethical. AI and bad minded behavior do not belong on a hobby website for hobby activities.
Tumblr is not a social media app in the usual sense. It is for the free thinkers, dreamers, and the strange. It is an anonymous app where no one knows who the hell you are. You can't clout chase on an anonymous website. 🥲 You can't be Tumblr famous over words you can't be bothered to write or proofread 🫠
Fanfic is a hobby. It is a labor of love. It is being so completely un-normal about a piece of media that you have to write about it and find others to talk about it with. But it also takes real work to learn the rules and create something meaningful. When you're trying to be a social media Queen Bee on an anonymous app, you get people who want to cheat because they refuse to do the work to learn how to write.
Using AI is cheating. And cheating at a hobby, cheating at something that's free and accessible to everyone, is wild and weird behavior quite honestly. For...what end goal? More followers? More likes? To be the "best writer on here"? That's empty praise and cold comfort on something stolen and fabricated. It's a poorman's participation trophy.
If you use AI to cheat, write, respond to comments and asks, then you're a loser. You do not belong in this space. AI will never be welcome. It will never be fetch. It will never have a place on this site. It is not inevitable. It is not all powerful. And your AI fics are hella obvious, BTW. Ya'll don't use it but conveniently have the same writing style and turns of phrase 🙄
If you don't know how to spot AI use, here is a handy guide lovingly crafted by Umber to spot it. But do not go on a witch hunt 🤨: Common AI Phrases
I am deeply disgusted at what I witnessed, what was discussed on this post, and how people have jumped down Umber's asks with hate mail and cult-like behavior when she dropped nothing but fact after fact. And now you're doxxing her??
This was an A&B conversation that should have stayed one. Since it didn't, it needs to be addressed. The culture on here has been broken for a long while. Black fanfic spaces are embarrassing and frustrating to be in. Yall don't want it fixed and that's fine. However, this post and the resulting peanut gallery commentary finally PROVES that most of ya'll were never interested in community and don't actually READ these fics.
You're interested in smut by any means necessary. Who can write it the fastest and the best. No regard for characters, plot, or overall mood. No follow up questions, no discussions, and no theories. This place is a zombie wasteland, gobbling up smut fics like it's going out of style and then immediately demanding the next one without so much as a thank you. Which leads to instances like this. ☝🏽
Overproducing subpar fics with no real story or plot that's repetitive, written poorly, and lacking any coherent thought. But hey, as long as the smut is there, who cares? 🤷🏽♀️ honestly, go watch porn at this point and get off this site.
A lot of folks 🤨 owe Umber a huge apology, out loud, full chest. Because if not guilty, why guilty shaped?
For extra credit
And always remember that if you feel itchy, take it up with a higher power, not me. My block hand stay strong 🥰😘
Pairing: Captain Connor x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Really bad patois, I'm so sorry if it offends. SMUT. PWP, cursing, PIV, doggy, dirty talk, angst if you squint, nipple worship, reader is able to get picked up, described with a tattoo, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some, I'm rusty. None of this is time period accurate LOL
Summary: You have been stuck inside a tavern during a nasty storm with patrons who are itching for a fight. When you thought things couldn't get worse, the only man who had your heart comes through the door as if two years hadn't passed. Time does not heal all wounds.
Word Count: 4,026k
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A/N: Be gentle, it's been a while 🥲🥲 However, I couldn't get this idea out of my mind so enjoy! It was so hard to get back on the horse, but I'm glad I did! Thank you so much for all of your support. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.
The raging storm outside howled and caused the wooden shutters to bang against the frame. The storm hadn't let up for the past two days, as if the sky gods raged some kind of war in the heavens.
"You what?" A gruff, drunk voice yelled from across the room. Though music played from a piano in the corner, all eyes in the room turned towards the middle. A bear of a man with a hunched back and orange-red hair stood, shoving his stool backwards.
The man he argued with, a tall but sturdy man with a black beard and a bald head stood up as well, his own stool sliding across the floor making you flinch from the sound. You huffed and cast your eyes to the ceiling. Not again.
You turned away from the table you were serving and rushed behind the bar, grabbing a broom. "There'll be no fighting!" Roma, the owner of the tavern and inn banged her hand on the bar top. You shared a look with her. This was getting entirely too old.
By now, the two men were in each other's faces, rounds of shoving and curses flying through the air. You didn't want to spend all night serving the lot of them. They became drunker and rowdier, and no one would get to sleep for the night.
You hoped the storm brook soon. You couldn't bear another night, trapped on your feet, running to and fro serving brutish men and weather-worn women. You crossed the room in a mad dash to slide between the two battling men.
You beat at them with the broom. "Enough!" You yelled, your voice loud enough to rival the crack of the shutter.
The heavier of the two, Chase, lifted an arm to ward off your attack. "Alright, ya banshee!" His face flushed red but he stepped out from under your assault.
"Behave your damn selves!" You yelled, giving them all the evil eye. The other man, North, stepped back and threw his hands up.
"There's no need for all of that," he said, grinning. He was smooth, with rich midnight skin and a twinkle in his dark eyes.
You rolled your eyes. "Neva pan yuh life," you shivered. Sadly, there was only one man for you and he was off somewhere on a distant ocean where he belonged. If you never saw him again, it would be too soon.
You whistled towards the piano player, Hayes, a self-declared nomad that traveled all around the island playing for a drink and a bowl of food. He grabbed his ale and drank a healthy amount, some of it spilling onto his already filthy shirt. It used to be white, you think, but now was a sort of yellow-ish gray.
He belched loudly and it dissipated whatever blanket of silence had fallen due to a battle denied. The surrounding patrons laughed, shook their heads, and returned to their earlier merriment. Hayes chose a mildly upbeat tune dancing in his seat as he played.
You supposed it had been quiet for too long. Wishful thinking that you would be able to check on Kordell without having to diffuse a fire. You returned the broom behind the bar and leaned your hip on it.
"I can't wait 'till they all fuck off," Roma sighed, throwing back a shot of her special whiskey that no one knew about. With smooth reddish skin the color of cinnamon, Roma was tiny yet stout. She kept her silky black hair cut short, with a slight flourish at the top.
"You and me both. I think I'm going deaf," you giggled.
Roma chuckled with you, pouring herself another shot and drinking it just as fast. You waved to her as you got back to work, picking up glasses and refilling others. You joked and laughed, listening to Hayes as the tempo increased and the room relaxed.
You gasped as a gust of wind whipped up your green frock around you. You lifted your arm to shelter you from flying twigs and leaves that blew in from the storm and turned towards the newcomer. The patrons around you yelled for the person to shut the door, instant curses and name-calling getting the people worked up again. The volume rose and Hayes played louder, slamming the keys.
Between the storm and being cooped up in this inn, tensions were at an all time high. Like some terrible thing was building below the surface. Like watching the wick of a dynamite get closer and closer. It wouldn't do anyone any good if this place erupted into full on war.
The door slammed shut finally and you were able to lower your arm. Your body froze. That bastard.
Captain Franciso Connor scanned the room until his eyes landed on you. You stood paralyzed as your eyes connected and the Captain crossed the room like a predator trying not to spook its prey.
Sporting an impressive beard, with thick tufts of hair on other side of a mouth set in a grim line, his eyebrows drew together in a deep vee, as if he were angry. Water plastered his salt and pepper hair closer to his scalp, drops beading at the tips of his hair and falling onto his shoulders. Rivulets ran down his black vests and coat with brass buttons, dripping a trail of water across the ground.
His muddy brown eyes never left yours. Somehow, you found the strength to step back. Remembering who the hell you were, you lifted a hand to stop his pursuit but he pressed on as if you hadn't done anything at all.
He grabbed both sides of your head, crushing his lips to yours. And like a fool, your knees shook from the force of it. From the rightness of it. His tongue pushed past your lips, tasting you, sucking on your bottom lip.
You grew damp just from that small action. You were that weak. That fragile. And you hated it. What were these past two years? A joke? Some cruel illusion to remind you how far deep his roots were? Time didn't heal a fucking thing.
The Captain pulled back, breathing heavy. He smelled like salt and smoke and you inhaled, stolen moments and fleeting visits crossing through your mind's eye. Your memories didn't do his scent justice. He rubbed his nose against yours and placed a small kiss on your cheek.
You licked your lips and blinked your eyes a few times. You had to harden yourself against this. You were in control. "Captain," you said.
"That's all you got for me?" He asked, his accent making you want to purr.
You turned your back on him and his teasing question. You couldn't stand there a second longer. You had self-respect. You vowed and you promised. A knot formed in your stomach. You'd thought you'd have been stronger when you saw him again. You thought you'd have been more calm. More collected.
His wet, thundering footsteps followed right behind you, nipping at your damn heels. You caught Roma's eye and she tilted her head, silently asking if you needed help. Yes. No. Yes. You shook your head no as you approached the bar. There were three regulars, burly men who watched the Captain pursue you with stunned expressions on their faces.
Even Hayes had stopped playing to watch the spectacle. You waved your hand, trying to get his attention to keep playing. But he only took another swig from his cup and followed it with a belch.
The Captain wrapped his big paw around your upper arm, forcing you to turn around and meet his gaze. You weren't far off from him, able to almost match his gaze. But he still had some height on you, enough so that when he stepped in closer, you had to look up at him.
"You can't just barge in - "
"Where's your room?" He asked, his gruff voice making your thighs tingle. It had been too long. Entirely too long to the point that you lost hope. Forgot what it even felt like.
"Yuh listening?" You snapped.
Your anger only turned him on more. He crowded you against the bar top and took your hand, looking down at the small tattoo you got with his mark. He rubbed his thumb around the small symbol in that way you particularly missed and you ignored the pang in your chest.
"Mi listening. Mi nuh hear no." He leaned in for another kiss but you turned your head at the last minute, forcing him to kiss your cheek instead.
"You don't get to kiss me anymore," you said, leveling him with an icy stare.
One corner of his mouth nearly lifted, but he only grunted. He leaned close to your ear and sighed. "It's either no or I take you in front of everybody here."
Your pussy liked that visual entirely too much. You became all too aware of the fact that you were still in plain view of everyone inside. The last thing you wanted was everyone to see you tits up and bent over, taking whatever hellish fury the Captain wanted to unleash inside you.
He grabbed your hand when you didn't say anything and you resisted, yanking your arm back. He was stronger, tightening his grip. His wicked smirk made your pussy clench and ache for what his eyes promised. As if he could tell, he pulled you towards the inn, like he'd done every time he came to port.
The inn was separated from the tavern by a thin blue curtain, too bothersome to have something more sturdy due to all the foot traffic. The Captain shoved it aside, dragging you behind him. You couldn't pretend that you hadn't gone to bed nearly every night since his last visit, touching yourself to the thought of his return. But you never actually thought he'd return.
Faced with him now, you fought to escape, afraid of how easily he made you cave. How easily you succumbed on a deeper level you didn't want to think about. Not like you ever switched your room in case he couldn't find you. And not like he didn't know exactly where to go, the furthest door down the hall and to the right.
You hated yourself for it. That you weren't strong enough. That you couldn't put up more of an effort. But how could you? When he held such menacing presence. Like he'd kill at the spin of a coin.
Danger shouldn't turn you on, but for a girl who only knew her island, there was a wildness in the Captain that caused you to live in between happiness and sorrow, suspended between the two. He was the only one who thrilled you and he was the only one who scared you.
The Captain pushed open the door, yanked you inside, and slammed the door shut. You opened your mouth, ready to unleash everything you had wanted to say to him. How many mornings did you lie awake, picturing this exact scenario? That you would give him a piece of your mind. That this time he would listen.
When did the man ever listen?
He rushed in for another kiss, pressing his lips to yours and his hands around your waist. He maneuvered you until your back hit the door and he stepped in to close the gap between your bodies.
You felt the thick imprint of him against your belly and a tiny moan escaped you. Your mind slipped too easily, lulled by the feeling of the Captain licking your neck. He sucked on the vein and your pulse jumped on his tongue.
"Captain," you warned. Though you didn't know what against. If he continued to suck on you like this, you weren't responsible for your actions.
"I didn't plan on being gone so long," he whispered against your neck. The room was quiet enough that his words echoed off of the plain walls. The storm was louder here, Hayes' playing too far away to muffle the sounds of nature.
The wind howled, pushing against your shutters as if it wanted to be let in. The darkened room, lit only by a candle in the corner of the room, away from anything that would cause a fire, added a sinister feeling to the moment. Here was your Captain, the phantom that stalked your dreams. You were in love with a memory and it hurt each and every time he left.
It was as close to an apology as you were going to get. The Captain kissed a downward path until he reached the top of your breasts, placing a kiss against the swell of each one. Your breathing turned ragged as his hands pushed the fabric beneath your breasts. He latched on and sucked on your nipples, alternating between the two once he got one nice and hard under his minstrations. His hands bunched up your frock, dragging it slowly against your skin making you squirm.
"Tell me you missed me," he said, his eyes flicking to yours. Shadows played across his severe face, his eyes softer now that you were alone and there was no one around.
"No," you said. You still tried to remain control of that. He was as much a roll in the bed as you were for him. There was no feelings. When he left again, it wouldn't hurt as much this time.
He lifted the hem pass your hips, exposing your drawers to him. He made quick work of the drawstring, pulling it free and letting the fabric slip over your thick thighs. You shivered when his fingers touched your bare skin.
He wasted no time, trailing his fingers between your legs, discovering your lies right then and there. He chuckled low in his throat. "You sure?" He asked.
You opened your mouth to respond but then his questing fingers found your clit. He rubbed slow circles, getting you worked up in less than half a second. You clutched onto his arms, nails digging for purchase in his coat.
He used his other hand to lower his own britches, freeing his heavy dick. He palmed himself and rubbed up and down, groaning, his lips inches from yours. You bit his lip and he growled, removing his hand from between your legs.
He lifted you with ease, spreading you open, and shoved inside with one savage thrust that made you see stars.
"Fuuuck!" You groaned, your strangled moan scraping over your vocal chords. You tried to resist. You tried to hold it in. But dammit, you missed this.
If this were a cruel dream, you didn't want to wake up. If you were a moment away from opening your eyes, on the bed not far away, you'd rather fall to hell. Nothing could have prepared you for being completely full again.
The Captain moaned, such stark relief in his tone that you clenched around him. He shook in your arms as he increased his speed, pounding into you. Your wet pussy allowed him slippery access to go deeper, harder.
Your cries tore from your lips, full of delicious, sweet pain. He fit you exactly. The tip of his dick glided along your inner walls, dick throbbing. Filthy, lewd, wet smacking filled the room, the smell of sex rising in the air. You grabbed hold of the lapels of his coat and held on for dear life while he fucked you like you held the key to Davy Jones' locker.
Tears came unbidden to your eyes slipping down the sides of your cheek. You dropped your head to the side so that he wouldn't see, but he only groaned and dug his hands into your thighs.
"Look at me," he demanded.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck. S'good," you moaned. You didn't want to. You shouldn't. Your eyes found his anyway and he bit his lip, a soft curse escaping him.
Your lips clumsily found his, his tongue diving inside to play with yours. But you were drowning too fast, too soon, plunging down into the strongest orgasm you'd had in two years. You screamed, shaking against the door, the sound of the storm buffering your keening cries.
It had been too long. Emotions you didn't want to name came bubbling to the surface. But you shoved it down with every ounce of willpower you had.
"That's it, love. Daddy's home," he said, groaning from the force of his climax. His searing hot seed pumped load after load inside you, making you quiver from the sensation.
That triggered another orgasm. Or perhaps it was a continuation of the first. You didn't know where one started and the other other ended. You were lost, your entire body taken over by his body against yours, his vest rubbing against your nipples, the door's hinge suffering from the onslaught of his strokes.
The rough, fuzzy fabric of his coat was your anchor on the way back down. The Captain kissed your cheeks and your tears dripped onto his lips. He kissed you, letting you taste the salt, while he softened enough to slip from you.
You felt so empty without him inside you already. "I still hate you," you said, though you lost some of the heat. You missed the bastard. And you'd sooner peel paint with your nails than admit it to him.
The Captain chuckled and placed you on your feet. You slid down his body, thighs tender from having them around his hips for so long. "By the end of tonight, you'll love me again," he said with all the arrogance in his tone.
"Neva," you said, even as he pulled you toward your bed. You swung your hips and he groaned, leaving light taps against your ass and making the room echo with the sound.
The candle light flickered as the Captain made you climb onto the full sized bed on your knees. The stiff mattress was nothing special, but it was more than enough for now. Your thin baby blue blanket got bunched in all the moving and you shoved it further out of the way.
The Captain slapped your ass, hard enough to sting and make you hiss. One of his hands disappeared briefly before he pressed his wet thumb into your ass. You jerked and moaned, your pussy clenching from the tight intrusion.
"Missed you too, love," the Captain chuckled.
"Maybe you're just a good fuck," you said. The swift retribution with a smack to your ass caused ripples across your cheeks. You yelped but as the sting bloomed into a warming tingle, you moaned and your pussy clenched around nothing.
"You know I don't like it when you lie," he said. His clothes rustled as he ditched the coat and vest, allowing him more movement.
"Fuck—" Your curse bit off as he slipped back inside, fully erect. He dug his fingers into the top of your ass cheeks and you moaned from the bite of pain. He held on like he actually missed you, like he'd been counting down the days to get back inside you. You refused to let the thought take hold. You just had to steal what you could and guard against the rest.
You leaned on your elbows and met him stroke for stroke, slapping your ass against his thighs. Incoherent words and noises fell from his lips, too low to decipher if it was English or one of the dozens of languages he knew.
"Captain," you moaned, already so close to the peak you felt like you would burst apart.
The Captain hissed as you clenched around him. He slid his hands further up your body, beneath your frock, to cup his hands around your waist. His punishing strokes hit a spot so deep inside you screamed and shook on his dick, curling into yourself from the force of it.
The Captain continued his thrusting, fucking and rutting into you with a ferocity he never possessed before. Whatever he experienced on the seas the past two years, it changed him in a way. He poured it all into you, fucking you through an extended orgasm, once more stealing all rational thought from your mind.
He grunted and stilled, buried to the hilt. He pumped load after load, the head of his dick throbbing. He leaned down and kissed your exposed back, took a bite of your ass, and then licked the sting away.
"Now I can have a pint," he said, sliding out of you only to ram back in.
"Fuck," you moaned. He left at last, leaving you stuffed with a reminder of him.
"Come with me," he said. He stuffed his dick inside his britches and cleaned himself up. You had no strength in your body, but you climbed out of the bed, not looking him in the eye.
Your Captain wasn't a hugger. He didn't do soft after stripping you raw. Sex for him wasn't like how it was for you. So powerful and unnameable. It took you a moment to climb back down to earth. You made your way to the basin in one corner of the room, prepared to clean yourself.
"Not yet," he barked. "I've still got plans for you."
Your body tingled. There was no way you could survive another second with him home where he belonged. But hell, who were you kidding at this point? There was nothing you wouldn't have said yes to. All your posturing was for naught. He had you the instant he stepped in from the storm.
You were so blissfully satiated, that you fixed yourself up, his cum seeping between your legs. With the frock back where it belonged, you felt scandalous having his seed still inside you while you paraded around a tavern full of exasperated people. But you didn't have it in you to care anymore.
The Captain led the way back to the bar. Upon entering, the place cheered at the sight of you. Your cheeks instantly flamed and you waved everyone off while the Captain cheered along with them.
You rolled your eyes. They'll roll out of your head soon enough, as your grandmother used to say, but you ignored the male shenanigans.
"Mommy!" A tiny voice called out followed by teetering footfalls.
The bubble you were in popped with a vicious smack. Your heart sped up as your son, Kordell, came running into the tavern. He immediately sought you out, running to wrap his tiny arms around your legs.
Your friend, Tawni, came running after him with a huge apology. "I fell alseep too," she said, shaking her head.
You picked Kordell up, his chubby soft brown cheeks and wide brown eyes were the spitting image of the Captain. You swung your gaze to him and he stared at you with an expression you were too scared to decipher.
He didn't quite look angry. But he didn't look happy either. You bounced Kordell on your hip while Tawni tried to distract him back to her arms and off to bed. Kordell turned his head to avoid her.
"Who's that," his voice grew smaller at the strange man he never met. The Captain remained still, locked in place. A part of you died a little, giving up a seed of hope that the Captain wouldn't be the bastard you loved and reached for the most beautiful thing you two created.
You swallowed around the lump in your throat. You didn't know what to do here. What to say. It was obvious from the look on the Captain's face that he was more than shocked. But he stood, frozen, eyes dancing between you and your son.
The Captain's hard stare landed on you, a brief flash of betrayal, before he turned and left the tavern, into the dark, thunderous storm outside. The door slammed shut and you flinched. You ignored the prick of tears in your eyes.
"No one, baby. Let's get you off to sleep," you said.
You took one last look at the door, not knowing if the Captain needed to cool off or if he was back to his first mistress, the sea.
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If you don't have access to the Group editor, (likely to happen if you're on base windows) you can do this as well by opening your Registry Editor app, then inputting this after your 'computer' or whatever the initial segment is. (Mine is computer. If I just try and paste the below string it gets SO mad at me)
Navigating to your "turnoffwindowscopilot", hit modify, and set the value data to 1.
If done correctly, it'll look like this.
While we're at it, you can also get rid of the integrated search, (or that thing where it searches the web when you search anything, whether or not you want it to) and such through regedit as well.
Navigate to your "DisableSearchBoxSuggestions" bit, if you don't see it, you can make it by right clicking and creating a new registry D-Word key of that exact name. Edit the key, set it to 1. It'll look like this if you do it right!
To get rid of Windows Spotlight, (The thing where it pulls up ten billion pages on windows start page, shoving ads in your face and cluttering everything) we go to
And set "Enabled State" To 0. If you do it right, it'll look like this!
Disabling edge on startup will also help a fair deal with processing speed and the like. This you can do in all sorts of ways, the easiest being turning it off entirely on startup through settings in the like.
If you want to kill it *entirely*, though? :)
In regedit, run along to Computer\HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Policies\Microsoft
Navigate to your MicrosoftEdge key subcategory. If you don't see it, you can make one! Note, this is a KEY, not a d-word. *inside* that subcategory, we want to either make or find the D-Word key of PreventLaunchEdge and set that to 1 in the same way as all the others.
It'll look like this.
Aaaand while we're here, I'd HIGHLY recommend shanking Killer Networking Services. It's just bloatware. (Ostensibly it's supposed to monitor your network bandwidth and even things out, but that really means it's constantly monitoring and pinging things, which eats up the bandwidth you DO get, and also chunks your computer's processing power.) Getting rid of it entirely is borderline impossible, since it's set to redownload on regular updates and intel is very pushy with its updates.
This you can do by opening your Services.msc, which basically shows you all the background stuff that Windows does. Find Anything with Killer in the name, right click it, go to properties, and disable startup. It should look like this, if done successfully. It will probably reenable itself in time/in later updates for windows, but it's a quick fix. I'd also check your TaskScheduler app to make sure that nothing's scheduled to open up there, either.
If you CAN completely kill Killer services through uninstalling and the like, I would warn that at very least for my computer, the only ethernet/lan support applications that are available ARE Killer's. When you download updates, you really do have to do it manually and ONLY download the ethernet services, or just be cool with not having Lan functionality.
One last thing, not a shit application but is a shit service. If your computer's constantly overheating or just warm, you likely have Turboboost enabled. (Default setting that you can't change) If you want to be able to turn it off and drop your temps by like 40 degrees, in Regedit go to
(Note- This isn't the string copy paste from the reddit thread, this is mine that does the same thing. If my string doesn't work for you, check the reddit thread string. If that doesn't work either, you can follow the path and find it pretty easily. Probably has like, one letter of difference somewhere. The bits all start the same, though, so it's easy to find.)
and go to "attributes". Set the value from 1 to 2, and now in your advanced Power Plan settings in control panel, you'll be able to *see* turbo boost and turn it off.
It'll look like this, and in power options, a successful disabling of boost should look like this.
Turning off quick startup's also a good call, since that basically stops your restarts from actually shutting things down properly.
GOOD LUCK OUT THERE YALL. MAKE SURE TO CLEAN YOUR PC!
Seeing as how the Big Beautiful Bill just passed, here's are some websites that offer discounts on medications:
- GoodRx
- SingleCare
- Pharmacy Checker
- WellRx - this one compares prices across different pharmacies
- Cost Plus - thanks to @thedamnqueenofhell for suggesting!
-NeedyMeds - a nonprofit that helps pay for prescriptions. Thank you to @allitdoesispause for the suggestion! They also suggested checking the manufacturers website for a paitent assistance program, which can give you a coupon for free or cheaper meds.
- Scriptcycle - thank you to @teleomancer for the suggestion!
-Ask for a discount card - thank you to @cccshutdown for the reminder!
-Walmart - They have a $4 generic list! Thank you to @tristese !
- Nurx - is a Planned Parenthood alternative. You can get birth control and other medication here. Thanks to @tomhenks!
- Costco Pharmacy - which offers discounts and you don't need a membership to access. Thank you @alarmed-father!
- Walgreens RX Savings Finder - This let's you compare prices and applies discount codes from sites like GoodRx to find the most affordable option. Thank you to @maledictionwolf !
- CVS - which automatically applies discounts if you don't have insurance. Thank you, @imtrying-ok !
- MDsave - which provides lower costs for self-pay procedures. Thank you to @mustacchiofurioso who also recommended the next entry.
- Jasonlabs - for labwork.
Stay safe, everyone. Things are about to get much, much worse in the US.
EDIT: if you're worried about doctor/therapy appointments, see if there's a sliding scale clinic near you (and ask your therapist if they offer sliding scale prices)
@scribblingandscrawling recommended Open Path, a service that offers sliding scale therapy
@Ilbertas had a great suggestion to check your community and colleges for free clinics.
Terry is a no-nonsense guy. When you’re in his gym, you follow his rules. After all, you’re the one that signed up for self defense one–on–one sessions. The rugged, burly ex-marine, wandering nomad. He’s overly domineering, striking green eyes staring you down unblinking whenever you did something he didn’t like.
“Your form is wrong…I thought we discussed this? Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and your toes pointed slightly outward…”
“One more set. Let’s go. No days off. You want it? You gotta get it at all costs…”
“If you find yourself in a scary situation and need to defend yourself, you’ll be at a huge advantage if you know exactly how best to react to your opponent — whether or not your moves are fair.”
“You have to become the attacker and defender simultaneously…NOW STRIKE!”
Your older brother recommended Terry Richmond to you when you finally decided to crack down and focus on your overall health and well–being. Although you loved your generous curves, life and longevity were more important. It’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a bountiful beauty and work up a sweat.
Terry held your ankles as you finished your last rep. Your last set of ten. Sweat dripped from every inch of your dark skin. Every muscle was screaming at you. Angry. Your body was angry. You let out one final huff and sat up, slinging your arms over your knees. Terry patted your back.
“Halfway there.” He said, looking down at you as he stood above you.
his chiseled body with biceps the size of your head, shoulders wide enough to emphasize the narrowness of his waist, and veins crawling up his limbs even when the muscles weren’t flexed. He was a mean looking man, like a first impression recruit in the military that’s both respected and feared. Whatever he got into during his days training was truly nothing you’d want to take part in.
To add insult to injury, from the first session within his home gym, you regretted it. Terry didn’t care if it was your first time lifting a dumbbell or using the stair master, when you’re in his gym, you go hard. No ifs, ands, or buts. And that pissed you off. So irritatingly bad.
On a cloudy afternoon, you park your all black Lexus ES within his driveway. Killing the ignition, you relax into the soft leather of your seat, wary eyes glancing at the two car garage. One side of the garage was his home gym. The place you dreaded entering.
Terry’s home is an impressive single–family with a spectacular country setting with quick access to everything. You slowly open the car door, pink and green Hoka sneakers touching concrete. You push yourself up from your seat, large breasts touching your chin because of the sports bra you wore. The warm breeze caused the stray curls that had fallen from your high puff to graze the back of your neck.
Shutting the car door, you ease towards your trunk, skin tight athletic leggings almost giving you a wedgy. You adjust yourself before clicking the button for your trunk on your key fob. It popped open smoothly, revealing your Puma gym bag.
As you grab it, Terry Richmond situated himself within the doorframe of his home, bulging biceps folded over his defined pecs. You catch his eye and quickly avert your gaze because of its intensity.
“How you doin’ Y/N?” Terry greeted.
“I’m doing fine, Terry. Everything good?”
“Yeah. Good to see you still showed up. Thought I’d scared you off.” Terry said.
You glance up at Terry standing on his top steps with his hands on his hips. You do a quick sweep of his body, taking in the way the berry–red tank top he wore molded into his upper body and the thigh–hugging black shorts outlined his crotch and his ass. He had no decorum when it came down to his attire during your sessions and it was distracting to say the least.
“I don’t give up easily,” You respond, trying your hardest to appear confident.
“I’ll be the judge of that. Today you just might…”
He clapped his hands, drawing your attention to how large they are. Anticipation and excitement gnawed at your belly. He was going to touch you with those hands again. It was only the second time, but the sensation would feel like the first time all over again. 
“I’m still recovering from day one. My thighs are burning.” You admit with a nervous smile.
“That’s what comes with the discipline. Have you been stretching?”
Your lips remain sealed. Terry tilts his head at you and with a slight chuckle, he makes a slow descent towards you. The closer he gets, the more you recognize the way his skin appeared bronze from the sun. You focus on his face, his green eyes commanding attention.
“What did I tell you about that, huh? It’s important and unavoidable. You have to stretch frequently, otherwise you’ll end up with stiff joints.”
“I know. I’ll do better.”
“Will you?” Terry countered.
“Yes.”
“So, you know that adds an extra thirty minutes to your session today, right?”
You fight the urge to groan.
“No time to waste then. Let’s get to it.”
Terry leads the way towards his garage. It opens, revealing a well–equipped home gym. You both step inside, the garage door slowly closing behind you. Terry motioned for you to come over and sit your things down.
“How’s work coming along?” Terry asked.
You place your bag against the wall, crouching down to open it with a hiss from the pain in your thighs.
“It’s going. Been putting in overtime.” You replied.
“I’m sure you have a loaded schedule, being a mom and all.” Terry said, waiting patiently for you to finish. He stood with his hands folded over his crotch.
“You learn to adjust, no choice anyway,” You stand, fitting your weight lifting gloves over your fingers, “Can’t complain though, I love my baby girl.”
“What’s her name again?”
“Aria.”
“Pretty. How old is she?”
“She’s four.”
“Wow. I bet she gives you a run for your money,” Terry chuckled.
“Oh yeah. All the time,” You laugh, “So, what now, Mr. Richmond?”
Terry smirked at you, “Stretching. Go ‘head and kick off your shoes. We’ll hit the mat for about thirty minutes before we jump into our basic moves.”
Terry walked away, giving you time to kick your sneakers off. He turns on some music and makes his way over to the thick floor mats situated in front of wall–length mirrors. You join him, stopping in front of him.
“Okay, down on your back.”
You settle on your butt and then relax back until your head touched the mat. Once again, you can’t avoid Terry’s body above you. He lowered to his knees at your feet.
“We’ll start with the hold–relax technique.”
Without warning, Terry straddles your left thigh and instructed for you to elevate your right leg with your foot in the air. Your eyes blinked slowly while staring up at the ceiling, but your body reacted to Terry’s hand on your knee and the other on the heel of your sock–covered foot. Your body hummed with desire. Something you couldn’t control. And if you so much as lift your left knee, you would brush across his crotch. The little voice in the back of your mind told you to do it and see how he’d react, but you ultimately restrained yourself from being too bold. This was a passive pre–stretch, held at a point of mild discomfort for about ten seconds.
“Ready on three. One…two…three—”
You count down ten seconds in your head, still keeping your eyes glued to the ceiling of the garage.
“Good, good,” Terry tapped your knee with his hand, “Think you can go again before we do the next part?”
“Uh–huh,” You replied with a weak laugh.
You brace yourself, palms flat against the mat. Terry does it again and you count down, the aching muscles in your thighs struggling to hold on.
“Well done. Nearly there,” Terry shifted his hips over your left leg, drawing in closer, “Y/N?”
Your gaze snapped down to meet his. You wish you hadn’t. He looked good from that angle. The thin, gold rope chain around his neck dangling in your face. His hazel–green eyes blinking at you, that lush mouth with pink lips and a pink tongue looking inviting—
“Ouch!”
Terry applied a hip flexion force. You squeeze your eyes shut and roll your lips inward tightly.
“Hold and don’t let me move the leg.” Terry ordered.
You hold and resist the movement so that isometric muscle action occurs. After six seconds, Terry allowed you to relax. He slowly lowered your leg and you couldn’t control the tremors, thigh meat jiggling involuntarily. He repeats the same stretch to your left.
“Still with me? That was light work,” Terry chuckled at your death glare, “Hate me now?”
“Very close to hating you,” You giggle but quickly stop because of the pain, “Is the thirty minutes up already?”
“Not even close,” up on his knee, Terry placed his right hip between your legs and his hands around the knee of the target leg, “Let’s do some inner thigh stretching. I’ll start with this leg first…”
Both legs bent comfortably with your feet on the mat, Terry pressed your right leg outward against the resistance and only goes so far as you can resist the movement. You exhale rapidly, the pain so severe that you’re unable to take even, slow breaths.
“You gotta relax for me, Y/N—”
“I can’t do this—”
Terry cuts you off, “Stop saying what you CAN’T DO. Trust me, your body is more than capable. RELAX. Ten more seconds…”
Bastard.
“Three, two, one, okay…”
You sigh, leg quivering. Startled, your right leg jerked from Terry caressing your inner thigh. You lock eyes with him, face growing hot with arousal. He may not have been aware of how this was turning you on, but the throb of your clit told you so.
“One more on this side and then we’ll do the left.”
You roll your eyes, “Terry, this is hard…”
“Bet you’ll stretch more now.”
You bite your tongue. Terry gave you another minute and then he was stretching the right leg again. Shaky breaths escaped your mouth. Terry gently placed your right leg down after thirty seconds and turned towards your left. You close your eyes and turn your head to the side, staring at the mirrors. Your eyes admire the thin material of his shorts spread over his ass. It was enough to distract you from the pain. Just a little. Every major and minor muscle in his body was defined. You were in the presence of an Adonis.
“Are you still with me?”
You blink away from the mirror and nod your head with a smile.
“Okay. One more…”
After the final stretch, Terry allowed you to stand and take a break. He offered you some water and you drink a generous amount. Terry did the same, pacing back and forth with his eyes on you.
He recapped his water, “We’ll do upper body next.”
“Do I have a choice?”
Terry tucked his chin and looked at you with a sly smirk, “I think you know the answer to that question.”
After a few minutes you were on your back again. Terry dropped to his knees above your head and motioned for you to raise your arms. He instructed for you to interlace your hands and keep your legs bent comfortably. Terry leaned over your head and brought your arms upward toward him. Your eyes look up and you’re staring directly between his legs and at his crotch…
“We’ll hold until you can’t anymore. Ten reps…”
“Okay…”
Terry stares down into your eyes. You look back, aware that your cleavage is touching your chin. He blinks away and down the length of your body before bringing your arms down. The closer he gets, the more you can smell almondy tonka bean and citrus wafting from the space between his legs and it caused the hairs on your arms to stand up.
You raise your hands a little too quickly and you almost hit him in the face. Terry’s head swiveled out of the way and he laughed, although you felt embarrassed. It was his fault, but you weren’t going to tell him that.
“I’m sorry—”
“It’s okay. That’s why I lead and you follow.” He spoke evenly with a half smile, “Don’t get too carried away now…”
Your dick smells nice and I want to bury my face between your legs.
“Breathe, almost done, okay?”
“How many reps do I have left, I sort of checked out.”
Terry chuckles, “Three more, Y/N.”
——
Days stretched into weeks.
In neutral stance, she waits for further instructions.
When Y/N exercises, Terry watches her shine like a freshly washed car in the morning light. He moves forward once she’s still, fighting the urge to run his fingers down her arms just like the mirror in his bathroom after a hot shower, always slick with condensation.
The closer he gets, the more he could smell her sweat, a mixture of musk and the deodorant she wore. He grew accustomed to her scent from heavy exertion, craved it the more he’d spent time with her. Terry stopped, staring down at her with domineering eyes. She looked adorable with her serious eyes and look of determination. Her legs are shoulder-width apart and her arms hung by her sides. This position replicates how you would stand when you are unaware of an attack.
Terry circled her body, stopping directly behind her. He didn’t warn her when his large body pressed against her back and his arms pulled her into a bear hug from behind. He pinned her arms to her body, Y/N automatically fighting to break free. Her movements almost knocked both of them off balance, but she was still unable to defend herself from Terry’s tight grip.
“What did I teach you, huh?” Terry spoke between breaths, “drop your weight…drop your weight, Y/N.”
Her ass continued to collide with Terry’s groin. He clenched his jaw to stop himself from grunting. All that plushness within his embrace is exactly what he loved. His type of woman.
Keep it professional.
She dropped her weight with a fast squat. In a wide stance, Y/N shifted her hips sideways to strike his groin with her palm. Y/N lunged forward and elbowed Terry’s stomach before escaping. None of her blows were damaging, but it was enough to free her. Terry watched as Y/N cheered, throwing her arms up and hopping up and down. She was wearing an athletic halter top in hot pink with matching shorts. Her curly fro was frizzy from sweating, some strands falling into her eyes.
Terry couldn’t ignore the bounce of her breasts and the pretty smile on her round face.
“Finally! It took me forever to get that one!” Y/N spoke excitedly.
“You did good. With more practice, you’ll be able to fight me off in no time.” Terry replied.
He gave Y/N two thumbs up before giving her a high–five with both hands. Y/N bent over and braced herself on her knees, trying to steady her breath. Terry grabbed a towel and wiped sweat from his face. Y/N’s pendulous breasts teased his eyes again. The sheen on her cleavage from her sweat made his mouth water.
“What next?”
Terry sat the towel down and pulled his gaze away from her titties just in time for Y/N to look up at him.
“Look at you, so eager,” Terry arched a brow at her, “Where did this energy come from, hm?”
“I’m already on ten, I need an outlet.” Y/N admitted.
“Mind if I ask why?”
Y/N took a seat on a bench. Terry watched her face as stress lines appeared.
“Aria’s father. Just co–parenting issues.” She revealed.
Terry nodded his head in understanding. He didn’t press her to dig deeper, so he gave her some space to calm down before they continued. He’d wondered about Aria’s father and whether or not he and Y/N were still together.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
“I am,” Y/N stood, “Let’s finish this.”
They fell back into training some basic Krav Maga moves. Terry grabbed a kick shield so that Y/N could practice kicks. She was getting better since incorporating more mobility stretching.
“There you go! Get that leg up higher!”
“Umph,” Y/N struck the bag with her left foot.
“That was weak,” Terry pushed back, causing Y/N to lose her footing, “what type of kick…”
“Really?” Y/N threw her leg up and with all her strength she hit the shield, “How was that?!”
Terry rocked back on his heels. He looked at Y/N with an unblinking stare as sweat rolled down her face. She tried catching her breath, chest rising and falling faster than usual.
“BETTER,” Terry taunted her by shoving her with the kick shield to provoke her, “But not IMPRESSIVE.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at Terry. Her angry face was so freaking cute. Anything she did was cute to him. Just adorable and fun-sized.
“When will you give me my props, Terry? I’ve been going hard for nearly a month!” Y/N argued.
“When you stop doubting yourself and seeking validation with every little step then maybe I’ll ease up.” Terry fired back.
“You’re insufferable!” Y/N charged him, throwing messy jabs and kicks while Terry held up the shield, “YOU. MAKE. ME. SICK.”
“I make you WHAT?” Terry said, towering over her.
Y/N planted her foot so hard into the shield that she rocked Terry’s equilibrium. He dropped the bag at the same time as Y/N went to kick again, not realizing he’d done so. Terry grabbed her ankle with a vice grip. Y/N hopped on one foot, breath hitching and eyes wide like she’d been spooked.
“Pay attention.”
Terry let go of her ankle and Y/N stood there with shock.
“That kick is what I needed from you. That’s how you do it.” Terry said.
Y/N wiped sweat from her chin and gave Terry a small smile. He returned the smile, one hand reaching out to give her shoulder a squeeze.
“I push you because I see the best in you and I know you can do it,” Terry counted off on his fingers, “Vigilance, empowerment, good instincts, freedom. You gain all those things. It’s important that you take this seriously and you take my training seriously.”
“I understand.” Y/N responded with a sigh.
“But?” Terry bowed his head to stare down at her.
Y/N fidgeted with her short, acrylic french tips. Terry waited for her to find the words to say whatever was on her mind. His fingers itched to tilt her chin up and look him in the eye. When she finally stared up at him through her lashes, Terry held her gaze.
“I want to impress you. I seek validation because I want to make you proud, Terry.” Y/N admitted with a small voice.
Her thoughtful words warmed his heart and his eyes. His gaze softened as he watched her pretty brown eyes drop to his chest then down to her hands again. Terry’s hands grasp her shoulders. He leaned in and tilted his head to meet her gaze.
“I am proud of you, Y/N. You’ve impressed me with how easily you learn and grow. I just want you to embrace the challenges with a confidence boost.”
“Thank you,” Y/N replied with a bashful laugh, “I’m sorry I kirked out on you.”
“No need to apologize,” Terry straightened his back, “Just don’t let it happen again.”
Y/N parted her lips to speak but no words came out.
——
You pull up to your brother’s rancher, parking behind his pick–up truck. The sound of children playing filtered from behind the home, carrying you there and past the iron gate. You catch a glimpse of your daughter and her multi–colored braids swaying as she ran to kick a soccer ball. Her cousin who’s slightly older than her, Madison, ran behind her with a big smile and pig tails falling into her eyes.
You stop to watch with a smirk as your daughter kicks the ball, missing the goal as it rolled in the grass. Madison took the lead and sped past Aria, aiming for the opposite goal. Aria started having a temper tantrum, stomping her little feet and scrunching her face. Madison kicked the soccer ball into the goal and it collided with the net.
“I did it! I did it!” Madison cheered.
Aria glowered at her older cousin. You make your way over to her, Aria noticing you and her frown turned into a big, toothy grin. She ran the rest of the way towards you, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck. You squeeze her, pressing your nose into her hair that smelled of argan oil.
“Mommy! Mommy!”
“Hi my baby,” you kiss her temple, “How’s my little princess?”
“Good,” Aria kissed your cheek, “We painted in school today! I have a picture for you!”
“Ahhh! Really?! Oh my goodness. I bet it’s a masterpiece.” You spoke excitedly with bright eyes.
“It can go on the fridge next to the flowers I colored.” Aria babbled as she formed words.
You grab Aria’s hand, “It can. We have plenty of room.”
Madison walks over with her soccer ball in hand and you pull her into a hug before kissing the top of her hair.
“How’s my niece? Did you win your game today?”
“Yes! You should have seen me out there!”
Madison showed you a move that won them the game.
“I already knew you were gonna win!” You replied boisterously.
The sound of a glass door sliding open caught your ear. Out walked your older brother; James. He wore a pair of faded dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt. The glasses over his eyes made him look articulate. He’d shaved his head completely bald since his hairline started receding, but it suited him. James could pull off any hairstyle.
“Hey, hey!”
“ ‘Sup sis?”
James gives you a one arm hug and a kiss to your hairline.
“Thanks for picking up Aria. My session ran a little late today.”
“All good. You know I got you.”
You follow your brother into the house. Aria ran off to grab her things and Madison followed behind. You open the fridge and grab yourself some homemade iced tea. James was in the middle of thawing out some steaks for dinner. You glance at the family photos on his fridge before walking away.
“Where’s Jr?” You question.
“In that room playing the game.”
“Tonya’s at work today?”
James nods his head while reaching inside of his pantry for some potatoes, “She’s been working longer shifts at the hospital lately. She finally got a weekend off. Been planning it for Madison’s birthday for months now. I have everything taken care of so she can ease her mind.”
“That’s good to hear. You know I’m here to help if you need me, bro,” You take a sip of your tea, “I’m still making my potato salad and seafood salad.”
“Damn right you are! shid, before momma passed she put you in charge of that!” James replied with a laugh following.
“Like you can’t do it.”
“I’m on grill duty! You want my famous ribs don’t you?!”
“Shut up,” You sit your cup down on the kitchen island and stretch your arms above your head, wincing in pain, “I can’t wait to go home and take a hot bath in epsom salt.”
“Terry been workin’ you hard, huh?”
“Too hard. Treating me like I’m one of his cadets.” You complain.
“Stop it, Aria! It’s mine!”
“Hey! What I tell ya’ll about that bickering? Pipe it down!” James chastised.
“Aria! Behave!” You say, “These little girls…”
“Terry knows his shit, baby sis. He’ll get you right in no time.” James replied.
“I know he does.”
James started peeling potatoes.
“I see a change in you for sure.”
“I feel it too…feel like I’m getting back to myself.” You reveal.
Aria came dashing out from Madison’s room with her back pack and tablet in one hand. You check to make sure she had everything before saying farewell to your brother and niece.
“Drive safely, sis. Love you Ari,” James gives Aria and you a goodbye hug, “I’ll see ya’ll this Saturday. Shoot me a text when you make it in.”
“Will do! Love ya’ll.”
You hug Madison and make your way outside, locking the door behind you.
——
Terry handed you a jump rope and you gave him a bizzare look. His serious face with steadfast eyes was enough for you to take the rope from his hand. He watched you turn your back towards him and toss the rope over your head while holding both sides.
“Forty–five seconds.” Terry set a timer, “Go.”
He was soaked with sweat from his earlier workout. He figured he’d take a shower after his session with you. The front of his olive green tank top held a large stain of sweat. His face glistened beneath the lights and the tattoos on his arms popped from the perspiration leaking from his pours.
Terry watched you jump, short, plump legs pushing off of the gym mat. You wore a teal blue workout set. A skort with a matching bralette. The bralette had a keyhole style in the front, giving a peek of cleavage. Your feet in white sneakers tripped over the rope causing you to stumble. Terry paused the timer.
“I suck at jump rope, Terry.” She admitted with a tired exhale.
“You were doing well. Give me a full forty–five seconds and I’ll let you rest.”
You perked up at the mention of rest, big brown eyes that reminded him of hot cocoa on a winter night twinkling.
“Still gotta do glutes and hamstrings, Y/N.”
The brightness of your gaze dimmed.
“Let’s go.” Terry commanded.
You take a deep breath before positioning yourself again. Terry set the timer and you went back to jumping, face scrunched in discomfort and sweat flickering from your body with each move. Terry licked his lips as he paced, taking his arms and folding them over his sturdy chest. You catch his eye in the mirror for a second before squeezing them shut from the intense burn.
“Terry—”
“Ten more seconds. Hold on.” Terry reassured.
His deep voice and the sternness of it motivated you. The timer beeped and you stopped, tossing the jump rope to the floor and resting your hands on your hips while you attempt to calm your racing heart and uneven breaths.
“GOOD JOB.” Terry encouraged with a thunderous clap of his hands.
You nod your head. Terry walked up towards you and placed a hand on your back, rubbing it. He could feel the tension in your muscles loosening beneath his callused hands. Terry took that moment to embrace the sensation of your skin. Silky smooth. Blemish free. Soft. His eyes did a quick sweep of the tattoo teasing him on your lower back. It looked like a butterfly.
“Rest time…”
Terry dropped his hand. He hadn’t realized he was rubbing your back the entire time. Lost in the sensation of your delicate skin.
You settle on a bench and grab your water jug. Terry turned the music down and joined you with his own water. You both sat in silence for a moment until Terry turned his body at an angle to get a better look at you. Your curly hair had that freshly fucked look to it. Wild coils tightly wound from shrinkage. He could smell the shea butter. You glance up at him bashfully before your eyes focused on the bottle in your hand.
He made you nervous. More so during moments like this. When everything was still. He wanted to pick your brain, learn more about you.
“Any plans this weekend?”
She looked at him again, “Saturday. My niece has a birthday party.”
“Ah, James told me about that.” Terry revealed with a smirk.
“…you’re coming?”
Terry caught the thrill in her question. She wanted him there. He scratched the side of his face with his thumb to fight the urge to smile at that revelation.
“I planned to,” Terry licked his lips, “Support a friend and eat some good food, ya know?”
She laughed, “That’s sweet of you,” she nudged him with her elbow, “I’m making potato and seafood salad. The best in town.”
“Seafood salad is a favorite of mine. I gotta see that for myself.” Terry replied with playful banter.
She picked up a towel to dab sweat away from her face and chest. Terry’s eyes did a slow descent to her chest, his mouth watering and tongue aching to taste. He looked away and shut his eyes for a moment.
“I can’t wait to make you eat your words, Terry Richmond.”
“Not the whole government.” Terry chuckled.
“Because I don’t play about my seafood salad. When I say it’s the best, I mean it!”
You swatted his arm with your towel. Terry caught it with his hand and with a slight tug he pulled you closer. You gasp, the sound shooting straight to his semi–hard dick. Terry brought his face closer to yours, eyes locked on to your dilated pupils.
“Aht, aht…play nice. Save that energy for sparring, baby girl.”
He released the towel and it dropped to the floor. You quickly avert your gaze before bending over to grab it. At that moment, Terry’s hazel eyes studied that lower back tattoo. It was a butterfly indeed. Cute.
And is that…back dimples?
“Do we really have to lift today?”
The pout on your lip made him smile.
“YES. Better get on it now so we both can relax, right?”
You groan and take your time standing from the bench. Terry set up the squat rack while you drink a little bit more water. You make your way over and he instructs for you to get into position. Back facing him, he guided the safely squat bar over your shoulders.
“Alight, three sets of twenty.”
Still behind you, Terry counts as you squat. Your stance is perfect and so was that big ass poking out at him. Bending over like that made that ass bigger. Terry tried to focus on anything else, but no matter how many times he counted, you were distracting him. He looked down at the bulge beneath his grey shorts and how noticeable it is.
I’m in trouble, he thought.
“Last one.” Terry said.
You struggle to lift so Terry grabbed a hold of your waist to ease you back up. The moment your ass grazed his print you created space between you both. A look of embarrassment crossed your face and Terry was too stunned to speak.
“That was my fault—”
“No I was too close—”
“I was only trying to help—”
“I should have stepped away—”
Both of you pause. Neither of you could let the other speak first. Terry blinked slowly at you. You stared up at him with your lips parted. An unspoken glance at his crotch made it acutely aware of his stiffness. There was no denying it. Not when his dick sat fat and twisted to the side. It almost poked out the leg opening of his shorts.
“Uhm…”
Terry just stared at you.
“What’s happening right now?” She spoke.
Terry glanced sideways and then back into your eyes. At this point, might as well come out with it.
“No reason to skirt around the obvious…”
You fidget with your hands and shift your weight. Terry cocked his head and his gaze remained locked on you. Unyielding.
There goes your scent again. That musk. He was losing control. The silence was killing him. If you weren’t going to speak he sure was.
“Aight, Y/N. If you haven’t already guessed by now, I like you. A LOT.”
Terry cut to the quick.
You nod your head slowly. Unsure if what was happening was real.
“What happened,” Terry’s hands raised as he tried to explain himself, “I didn’t mean to…to get close…but I’ve wanted to…for weeks now. No sense in boiling it down to excuses.”
Terry got closer. You blink up at him like you were stuck in a trance.
“Can I get some feedback here?” Terry cracked a smile as he studied your face, “I don’t know what you’re feelin’.”
He could see that you were struggling to find the words to speak. Terry’s hands touched your arms and he stroked your tacky skin with his thumbs. A shaky exhale escaped your mouth. Pretty brown eyes filled with uncertainty met his gaze.
“I…I’m feeling the same…” She spoke softly.
“Do you?” Terry asked.
“I do. I just didn’t expect…”
Terry’s hands fell to his sides. You reach up and touch the spot where his hands once were.
“Didn’t expect me to be interested?”
“Yeah.”
Terry smirked, “Now, what would make you think that? Because you’re beyond beautiful.”
Your mouth dropped open.
“I’m James’ sister.” Y/N replied with a small voice.
Terry furrowed his brows.
“Uh…what that mean, Y/N?”
“It means I’m off limits! Right?”
“Who the fuck made that rule?” Terry replied with a slight curl of his upper lip.
“Nobody—”
“Y/N, you feel the same, right?”
“Yes,” her eyes flickered with confusion.
“So fuck it.” Terry spoke confidently with a slight hint of mischief.
You laugh nervously.
“For real.” Terry said.
——
What had just occurred?
You stand before your trainer, eyes wide and mouth open. Your fine ass trainer just admitted to having feelings for you and all you could do is stand there like a deer in headlights?
His dick is hard because of you. His beautiful eyes admired you with romantic intensity. He didn’t care what your brother thought. He wanted you. Something straight out of a book. This was a chance encounter with a man that checked off all your boxes, even though he worked your last nerve in the gym.
“For real.” He said.
This was a grown man talking. Apparently he’d been silent long enough. It took for your ass to tap his dick for the truth to emerge. Funny how that happens. Your stomach fluttered with excitement. Terry titled your head up to look at him. Your eyes danced between each other. He stroked your chin with his thumb.
“You’re so pretty.”
“Thank you,” you replied, “so are you—I mean—what I was trying to say—what I meant to say was—”
Terry chuckled, “Y/N, shut up.”
“Huh? Excuse me—”
His thick lips graced yours. He shut you up alright. Stunned, you rock back on unsteady feet. Terry’s hands circle your plush waist and he took control, walking you backwards towards the mirrored wall. Your back against it, immediately his tongue slipped into your mouth and you mold your hands against his chest, falling onto the kiss with your own tongue.
You could taste his sweat. His tongue glided over yours like a wet tentacle. It made your breath hitch and your fingernails drag down his chest. The hands on your hips planted against the mirror, trapping you while he devoured your mouth with his skillful tongue and pliant lips. Sandalwood, tarragon, and spearmint. That’s what you could smell. Woody, earthy, and with an animalistic undertone.
His tongue swiped your lower lip with a hungry growl and his large hands cupped your round face to keep you in place. He guided your movements how he wanted, your fingers trembling as they smoothed over his shoulders and down to his hips. Broad upper body gracefully narrowing down to a tapered waist much like the letter ‘V’. The coveted shape that symbolized the pinnacle of physical attractiveness. You’d never seen him shirtless, and you desperately needed to.
Lips puffy from kissing, Terry gave you a moment to breathe properly while his mouth explored your neck. He pressed kisses against your sweaty skin and the tip of his tongue stroked upward until he was latching onto your earlobe decorated with a diamond Tiffany stud. Terry’s hands were everywhere. He kneaded your curves desperately, palming your ass and hips. He did it so forcefully that you were almost lifted from the floor.
“I…need…you…” he spoke with a hushed tone.
Your breath hitches, “Take me…” you replied barely above a whisper.
Terry unlatched his head from the crease of your neck to lock eyes with you. His eyes were low and sleepy–like. As if he were intoxicated from you.
“Take you? Oh…don’t say that if you ain’t ready. I’ll take that ass to the moon. Have you seeing the fuckin’ galaxy.”
“Terry…”
His brows snapped together and his tongue sat in the corner of his mouth. He hooked his fingers beneath the straps to your bralette and with a tug he made your breasts bounce. Repeatedly.
“Big ass titties…fat titties…just how I like it…”
You couldn’t believe how he was talking to you. Terry let go of your straps and they snapped in place with a slight sting. He cupped your breasts from the sides and mushed them up. You watch with a weak gaze as he fondled like he was kneading dough.
“I want my…”
He paused.
“Your what, Terry?”
“Intrusive thoughts…you just make me weak, girl…”
This big, strong man?
“Tell me…”
Terry looked at you.
“I want my dick sandwiched between these.”
You knew that’s what he was going to say but you wanted to hear him say it. And you loved the way he said it so desperately. Like he was begging you.
“Can I see you?”
He bent down and pecked your cleavage through the keyhole of your bralette. You moan from the tickle of his lips. Glancing down you couldn’t believe your eyes. Terry was past the point of hard. You didn’t know what to categorize his dick at that moment. That long dick pitched a tent in his shorts. You’d never seen it like that before.
“Yes, yes,” you touch his tip with your fingers, “Terry, oh my god…”
Terry fit his long fingers beneath your bralette and with a hard tug he released your hanging breasts. They bounced free and Terry didn’t waste time grabbing both and pointing your hard nipples straight at his mouth. You couldn’t look away if you tried. He suckled your breasts and looked you in the eyes. Large body hunched forward to feast.
“Oh my gosh,” you had no choice but to look at him, “Terry, please don’t stop.”
This can’t be happening right now. He’s sucking and licking your nipples. Terry pressed his face between and his tongue wiggled while he used your breasts like earmuffs. You whimpered, overwhelmed with how much he enjoyed your breasts. His tongue licked all over your areolas, cleaning the sweat from your skin.
“FUCK.”
Terry resurfaced and twirled your nipples. He sought out your lips again while he tugged and pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers.
“You gon’ make me unleash this beast and fuck the shit outta you girl.”
He was talking his shit. You didn’t have the capacity to do so at the moment. He was thumbing your nipples and it made your clit jump. Wet and tingly between your legs, you SO FUCKING NEEDED him to do that with your pussy but wait—
“C’mere…”
Terry turned you around abruptly and with a hand on your spine he pushed you forward. Your hands connected with the mirror and he locked eyes with your reflection.
“Move that ass up and down on this tip. Three sets of twenty.” Terry ordered, “COUNT.”
Hand in your hair, one on your waist, you start to move your hips up and down. Your ass brushed his tip and you could feel it poke your pussy lips from behind each time you went up.
“Six…seven…eight…”
“Feel that burn?”
“Yesss…eleven…twelve…”
“Get used to that…”
His hand on your waist reached around to squeeze your stomach.
“Keep going, I ain’t tell you to stop.”
“Nineteen…twenty…”
You were clenching around nothing. Pussy flutters out of control.
“Two more. If you keep it up I’ll stick my tongue in it just like this before I feed you this dick…”
His deep baritone sent chills throughout your body. You feel sweat dripping from every inch of your skin the more you moved with a slow motion. Your glutes burned and your thighs quaked. Terry released your hair and right before your eyes he lifted his shirt to rest under his chin.
Good GOD.
Thick ridges of muscle. Shining like he’d been oiled down. This man had eleven percent body fat. Disciplined. Sculpted. Holy SHIT.
“T–ten…eleven…”
“Good girl…not too much longer…”
He’s the epitome of sexy. Whatever control this man had he definitely didn’t give a damn now. With one more slow whine, Terry was on you like white on rice. He had a wet spot over his tip and his breaths came out uneven and rushed as he led you over to a pair of UFC pull up rings.
“Grab each one and bend over…”
“Terry, wait…”
You knew what he wanted but you were musty from working out. He popped you on the ass for moving too slow.
“NOW.” He spoke evenly and firmly.
You grab onto the rings and without warning Terry was tugging on your skort until it fell around your ankles. You stood there in a pair of panties and they were soaked with sweat and your arousal. Your frantic eyes sought out his. Terry gave you a smirk before using one hand to remove your panties. You step out of them and watch with shock as he admired the creamy essence on the crotch of your panties. Terry thumbed it and spread it over his fingers like he was inspecting it before sucking it off.
Those panties found a new home in his pocket. You watch stunned as he takes off his sweaty T-shirt and it joined your bottoms on the floor. Terry stood behind you with a bare chest and a gold chain. He used a single finger to trace down your back and between your ass cheeks. You nibble on your bottom lip to control the quivering.
“Bend that ass over for me, love.”
——
A wide ass and a back with rolls of delicious flesh.
Pendulums known as your breasts swaying from your postiton.
The way you looked back at him like you couldn’t find the words to describe how much you NEED his tongue in you.
And Terry was going to put his tongue so far up that fat pussy to the point of dislocating his jaw.
His tastebuds sizzled with gluttony to taste more. Creamy pussy with that twang that had him primal.
He got down on his knees behind your short frame and spread your cheeks. Two holes met his piercing eyes. Pink flesh with a creamy center beckoned him and without pause his tongue wiggled between hungrily.
“UNH!”
You hang your head and stand on your tip toes. Swaying forward, Terry followed your movements. When it got out of control, he’d pop your ass to keep you still.
“Fuck this shit,” He locked your thighs with his biceps.
He sucked and slurped so cruelly. Like he was punishing you for moving. Vanquished, you slump forward and from your blurry vision you could see a stream of spit drip to the floor. He was slobbering all over your folds.
“Oh, fuck,” your arms began to shake and burn, “I can’t hold it.”
Terry released your clit with a deep exhale that fanned your pussy with hot air, “Fuck my face.”
With a weak whimper, you pop your juicy pussy on his mouth. Terry’s wild tongue and thick lips had you experiencing an out of body sensation.
“Fuck, you’re eating the fuck outta my pussy!”
He got closer with one hand on the floor and he angled his head to eat it from a different direction. He was all up in your pussy and at this point you didn’t care if you weren’t showered he wanted it he could have it.
“You taste…exactly how…I pictured you would…”
He spoke between licks and sucks.
“Sweet and strong…the best thing next to my momma’s cooking…good pussy…”
You moan in response.
“So tasty…feed me…”
You fight back a groan and rock back on his fine ass face. Your back muscles burned deliciously. In the mirror you could see your ass moving like a tidal wave.
“Right there…oh, yes,” you moan.
“Mhm…mhmmmm…hmm…mhmm?” he hummed into your pussy.
There it was, sneaking up on you.
“I’m cummin’ I’M CUMMIN’!” You squeal with broken moans.
Terry sucked you up and you caught a slight cramp in your calf muscle from how drastically your body convulses. A total body vibration. He gave you soft kisses all over your pussy and that only increased the overstimulation. Terry finally came up for air and you locked eyes with him. His face was glossy and stained with cum. He helped you stand and with his hands he massaged your stiff shoulders and arms. You could smell the pungent pheromones on his lips. Leaning in, Terry caught your tongue between his lips and sucked. While kissing, you stroked his impressive length through his shorts.
“I ain’t scared you off yet, did I?” Terry asked.
“No.” You respond with a dazed look.
“You sure? Because,” Terry gripped your wrist firm and slipped it past the waist band of his shorts and compression briefs, “This what you gettin’.”
You were too late with masking your gasp. It just slipped past your lips. Your chubby fingers couldn’t form a complete ring around his girth.
“Still ain’t scared?”
Terry guided you to stroke him. The veins beneath the palm of your hand rendered you speechless. Big? No this was a behemoth. And you weren’t exaggerating about never having a dick this big. It was completely true.
“You can be honest with me.” Terry said with a grin.
“…definitely bigger than what I’m used to.”
“I think we can both agree you’ve proven that you can take whatever I dish out…”
Terry kept his eyes on you but the hand on yours in his shorts tightened. He wanted you to feel how stiff he is. Like he could withstand anything. All of this was for you. He was like this because of you.
“It’s time to take care of this.”
You drop to your knees and stare up at him. The visual before your eyes…
Shorts past his hips and resting around his thighs, you come face to face with a monster. The body matched the dick. You could pat yourself on the back for your skills but this was another hurdle to overcome. But, you had to remind yourself that you gave birth which is a challenge indeed, so sucking a big dick should be a breeze, right?
It’s a pretty dick. Darker in contrast to the rest of his body. Terry gave your hair a slight tug to focus you on the task. You hold that big motherfucker at the base and with hungry lips you wrap them around his tip and start sucking.
““Dasssit, suck that mothafucka,” Terry grabbed a fistful of tight coils, “I get to play with your mouth. Good. Eyes up here.”
You look up at him while sucking half and jerking the rest. Sunken in cheeks and a bob of your head was his visual. Terry extended his neck and started moving his hips to meet your mouth as you came down over him. He’s so thick in your mouth. You shut your eyes and suck and slurp, loud noises a reminder of how sloppy it’s supposed to be. Spit clung to your chin and made its way to your breasts in such a short time.
“Suck it like that,” Terry’s hips would jerk a little to pump into your mouth while his hand pet the back of your head, “Good girls like you get a dick in the mouth. You see this dick?” Terry pulled your mouth off of him by gripping your hair, “It’s your Daddy dick, right?”
“Y-yes,” You were horny, pussy soaked, reaching out to stroke him.
“Cute ass. Stick your tongue out.”
You do as your told and Terry slapped his dick on it a few times before forcing more of him down your throat.
“Hold it. Just like that…been daydreaming of fillin’ these jaws with this dick…”
You gag and pinch your thumb to help control the urge to gag again. Terry wanted you messy and he did just that with the way his dick going in and out of your mouth produced more spit.
“Hands behind your back, mhm…big titty, pretty lady…”
His pubic hair tickled your nose and it smelled powdery and fresh despite the amount of sweat on his body. The taste of his pre-cum was enough for you to tongue his slit. Terry tilted his head down at you with a look akin to defeat.
“Uuuuuhhhhnnnnn, FFFFUCCCKIIIIN SLUT—”
You weren’t prepared for that brazen performance and the vulgar tone. Terry’s free hand made a fist that pumped the veins in his arm. You could see his balls jump with his release down your throat and it was magical. His cum tasted delicious and you savored every drop. After wiping away as much as you could, Terry helped you to your feet and thanked you with a sloppy kiss. He pressed his forehead against yours before his lips attacked your jaw.
——
You’re in his bedroom. A master bedroom with a king size bed, walk–in closet, a lounge area, and a large bathroom. Terry carried you all the way to his room with his tongue in your mouth and his hands cuffing your ass. He picked you up like you were feather weight.
Now, strong hands gripped your hips tightly. You can’t run from the pain and pleasure. Too much to handle at once. Nonsense spewing from your lips, you squeeze your eyes shut but the tears disobeyed you. You’ve never been this filled and fucked at the same time. He put you in position and fit that dig in despite your cries. The mantra of being stretched just fueled him. With the little strength you could muster, you try to ease off of his big dick but his hands smoothed up to your waist and with a shove your right cheek planted hard against the comforter.
“what I say ‘bout all that runnin’?” Terry barked out.
“I’m sorry!” You cry.
Without another word, he went back to fucking the shit out of you. while your spine is curling to shy away from him, his big hips clapped against your ass while you’re crawling closer easing closer to the headboard. Your trembling fingers fisted the sheets, trying your best to ease some of that pressure, that stretch, that split. His big hands smooth over the rippling flesh of your backside, squeezing on it like two handles, yanking you back where he wants you. The feeling of his tip hitting the bottom of your pussy caused hot tears to prick the corners of your eyes.
“Can’t run from me baby, remember? I train you to do. what. I. say…”
His thrusts were punctuated.
“When I tell you to do something you fuckin’ do it,” he murmurs, tongue deviously tracing his bottom lip because that pussy is his meal.
“Terrrryyyyyyyy….”
Terry allowed his hips to do all the work while he grabbed one of your ankles. Your pussy recoiled back onto raw dick. Your pathetic squeaks get shoved out of you with every plunge, riding through the burn as your pussy responded to the harsh treatment with a flood of more cream, wetting his entry just like he wants.
“That’s it, baby girl, cream like that, good girl,” Terry observes in awe, mouth dropping open and brows pinched together tightly, “Fffuck…mmm.”
You were making a creamy ring at the base of his dick, stringing in his dark pubic hair. So much slick and so much more pleasure. So intense it surged a heat so powerful all over your skin. Sweat poured from both of your bodies.
“Mmm, damn girl,” Terry hums, teeth marking the space past his lower lip as he bites down on it hard.
That clamp on your ass cheeks constricts and you know from his grip alone it’ll leave bruises, whimpering brokenly into the mattress.
“Ter–Terry…” You release an airy sigh of defeat.
“Tell me what you want, use that mouth of yours, you do any other time, right?!” He teases through a husky exhale, tipping his head back as he looks down at that pussy slurping him up making the nastiest sounds.
“I want to cum! Please–Please D–Daddy!”
You were so close. And you were afraid how intense it would be. The knot in your belly tightened and your body seized up out of your control.
“Cum on this dick!”
His deep voice through clenched teeth caused you to erupt liked you’d never done before. And Terry didn’t stop. He fucked you through your orgasm. And now, you were squirting.
“Open up, nah, wet this dick up.”
He continued to fuck you long dick style. Your titties smacked together from the force and once again another orgasm was on the horizon.
“Fuckin’ this pussy up just like you deserve.”
This man was plowing you.
“Ohmigooooddddddd—”
Clapclapclapclap
“OH!”
Terry’s hips slowed to a stop but that dick remained deep as he kissed along your spine.
“I’m so open,” you couldn’t believe it.
Terry eased himself out and the sensation made your back arch. He palmed a hefty, cellulite–filled cheek and jiggled it.
“Yeah, she open alright,” Terry admired his work while fisting his messy dick, “Time to climb on top though. I want that weight on my dick.”
Terry crawled onto the bed and you sat up on your knees, watching him settle on his back. Terry motioned for you to swing a thigh over and when you did he pointed his tip at you pussy and with both hands on your ass and his biceps curled beneath your knees, Terry entered you with an upward thrust.
“Look at me…”
You look down past your breasts and belly and the man beneath you smiled at you like he didn’t just fuck your brains out. What he did next shocked you. This man used you like a barbell and did arm curls over that dick. Two hundred plus pounds being handled on the dick.
And it was loud. Skin slapping bouncing off the walls while he bounced you in his lap. His arms circled your waist and it forced your breast to rest on his forehead. He fucked up into your pussy so good you could only pout your lip and give in. But he was talking. Terry was talking.
“Tell daddy where he’s at…you know I like it when you do that baby…uh-huh…all up in this pussy, huh? Been wanting me to fuck you? Now you get to feel this dick in your stomach…that’s it, my big girl…fuck back like a big girl…”
He had that ass gyrating. Your mouth unhinged and at the same time his balls clapped your ass you nutted on that dick again.
His stamina is out of this world. You were seeing shooting stars and the milky way behind your lids. Terry was drenched from head to toe and now he had you folded like origami with his hands on the back of your thighs to keep you locked in place and his toes digging into the mattress. Like a piston he fed your pussy more dick with his chain hanging over your face. Your feet were on his shoulders and your breasts sat up and out for him to suck on. He had a hand on your belly now and all you could do was watch him fuck you.
“You know this my puss, right?”
“It is!” You shout.
He withdrew his hips and put his lips on your pussy again.
“Terry SHIT!”
This man was too much. You could hardly see him past your big titties but he latched onto your clit and sucked. Your toes curled in opposite directions while your hands tangled in the sheets. Speaking of the sheets, they were soaked through.
He kissed your clit and sat up to look at you. You stare down at him before falling back against the pillow. Terry crawled up next to you and settled behind you. He lifted your leg and entered you from the side.
“This is probably the best session you’ve had so far, Y/N,” Terry thumbed your clit while staring down at you, “I’m not your average nigga. If you wanna keep fuckin’ on this dick you gotta keep up with me…”
You stare down between your legs at his big dick.
“Terry,” you lock eyes with him as best you could, “Terry, I’m your slut, I’m your fat pussy slut, this your wet pussy!”
He turned you out.
“That’s right, baby, know that shit!”
The amount of clapping your ass was doing could amplify a stadium. This Carolina boy had you dumbstruck. Terry reached around and cupped your fupa and put his leg up to dig deeper.
“Ohhh, ooooo, you finna’ have me paint your walls…you thick, pretty bitch…”
He cupped your chin, turned your head, and smashed his lips into yours. All while fucking you. Your sweat mingled and the smell of sex permeated the air. Him calling you a bitch had your walls gripping him up. Terry buried his face into your neck, one hand on your titty, the other on your stomach.
“I’m fuckin’ nutting in you DEEP—”
“Yes!” You cry out.
One thick leg in the air Terry gave you a finale that knocked the wind out of you. He pumped to the point of headboard banging and then hot, jizz filled you up to the brim. He would give you quick pumps while he was still buried deep. He released a huff when his dick slipped out. You push his cum out and Terry watched with lustful eyes while fingering your mixture of fluids.
“My kinda woman,” Terry smiled at you with his hand cupping your pussy.
You giggle, “Oh, Terry Richmond. You’re full of surprises.
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