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Summary: Modern AU — Smoke has been cold and tense for the last two days, leaving Kimora hurt and restless. When he comes home late from work one night and spots her alone in the hot tub, he joins her and genuinely apologizes.
Pairing: Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Black Fem OC
Warnings: 18+, smutty smut, explicit language, use of the n-word, soft!smoke, semi-public sex, makeup sex, daddy!kink, unprotected sex, creampie.
Word count: 3.2k (sorry, got carried away again lol)
For fanfic contest winner @dashhoney25 🥰🥰🥰
Smoke came home later than usual, shoulders tight, jaw set, carrying the kind of exhaustion he never bothered to complain about. Two days of clipped conversations and cold silence weighed heavy on him. A distance he didn’t intend to create with a woman he didn’t mean to hurt. The house was spotless and too quiet, and the scent of cardboard boxes in the trash told him she hadn’t cooked and had ordered pizza.
He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his bearded face. He knew he fucked up this time. When work got stressful, he would shut down instead and push her away. He promised her he’d work on his communication skills the last time he did this, and he failed miserably.
He took the stairs two at a time, dropping the bouquet of long-stemmed pink and red roses, teddy bear, and small gift bags onto their bed, setting everything up exactly the way he planned. He glanced out the window to the backyard and finally saw her.
Kimora, curled in the steaming hot tub under the patio lights, lavender bikini straps glinting against her soft caramel skin under the glow of the moon. Her back was turned, and a half-empty glass of wine teetered on the edge beside her. He could tell by the tension in her shoulders that she was still upset and hurt.
Smoke let out a long breath and stripped off his work clothes. It didn’t take long for him to slip on swim trunks and head downstairs.
If he was going to fix this, it had to start right there in the water, under the twinkling stars, with the only woman his nervous system relaxed completely for.
“Alright, pretty girl,” he murmured to himself as he slid open the patio door. “Let Daddy make this right.”
The steam curled around Kimora like a curtain when he stepped outside, bare-chested and quiet. She didn’t look up even though she felt him staring a hole through the back of her head. She took a slow sip from her wine glass, eyes fixed on the water like she didn’t feel his presence.
He walked down the steps into the hot tub without saying a word, lowering himself into the far corner. The steaming water lapped over his skin, instantly easing the tightness in his shoulders, the glow from the patio lights catching the ink on his chest.
She finally flicked her eyes toward him, dry and cutting. “Hey.”
He huffed out a breath through his nose, a mix of amusement and regret. “Damn. That all I get?”
“That’s all I’ve gotten from you for two days,” she shot back, swirling her wine.
Smoke rested his arms along the edge of the tub, gaze steady on her. “Come here, sugar.”
“Nah.” She leaned back, chin tilted in defiance. “You can talk from over there.”
He dragged a hand down his face. “Aight. I deserve that.”
She didn’t respond; she just raised a perfectly arched brow.
He inhaled slowly, chest rising under the steam. “A nigga been stressed. Work been kickin’ my ass…and instead of communicating like I promised, I been brushin’ you off.”
She didn’t speak. She didn’t move. She just waited for the rest.
He continued, voice deepening with sincerity. “I shut down. I got cold. I ain’t mean to…but I did, and it hurt you. I know that.”
Her jaw tightened, but the coldness in her eyes eased the tiniest bit. Smoke shifted closer in the water, not touching her yet, but close enough that she could feel his warmth under the surface. “I apologize, pretty girl.” He tipped his head. “For real. That ain’t how I treat the woman I can’t breathe without.”
Her breath hitched, but she held her poker face. “You dismissed me,” she hissed quietly. “Made me feel invisible and then got mad when I stopped trying.”
He closed his eyes for a second because she was right. More often than he liked to admit, she was always right.
“I know, baby.” He acknowledged, his hushed tone heavy with regret. “But you…you the last person I should ever ignore. I love you. There ain’t a damn person or thing I need more than you.”
She swallowed, her throat tightening as hot tears pricked her eyes. He reached forward, gently taking her wine glass from her fingers and setting it on the ledge. Then his hands slid to her waist under the water, holding her in place. She let him, and he exhaled sharply in relief, his forehead dipping to her shoulder.
“Don’t shut me out, baby,” he pleaded against her skin. “A nigga can handle your attitude. I can even take you snapping at me. I can take all of that shit. Just don’t…pull away from me.”
Her voice softened as she accused. “I was just mirroring you.”
“I know,” he relented, lifting his head to look at her. “And we gotta stop doing that. I lead wrong, you follow wrong. That dysfunctional shit is on me.”
His thumbs stroked her waist under the surface in soothing patterns.
“I miss you,” he said.
Three simple words that shouldn’t have affected her as much as they did. She missed him so much, so the sentence landed heavier than expected.
Kimora’s lips parted, her defenses cracking like thin glass. “You’ve been so cold,” she whispered. “So I didn’t know if you even wanted me touching you.”
His eyes darkened with remorse. She had every right to feel that way. Going from having sex sometimes twice a day to absolutely nothing had him spiraling internally on the daily, so he could only imagine how she must’ve felt this past week.
“Pretty girl…if you only knew how bad I wanted that pussy these past two days.”
Her breath stuttered, so he leaned in, nose brushing hers, voice dropping into that gravel-soft tone that always melted her.
“Let me make it right,” he whispered. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”
She didn’t answer with words. She moved into his lap. His arms wrapped around her instantly, tightly, like his body had been waiting for hers. Their foreheads pressed together, her hands resting on his muscled shoulders, his thumbs stroking slow circles at the dip of her back.
“There she is…” he murmured against her lips. “My pretty girl.”
Kimora’s breath trembled in relief as he softly kissed her cheek first, then her jaw. Then finally her lips, slow and apologetic.
When he pulled back, his voice was barely a whisper. “You forgive me?”
“That depends…”
“On what?”
“How good you fuck me in this hot tub.”
Smoke’s dick twitched under his trunks, and a soft groan escaped him, not only at her words but also at how warm she felt against him.
“Imma give you every inch,” Smoke grunted before kissing her again, grinding his erection into her, the barrier of the wet fabric barely helping the anticipation.
Kimora whined into the kiss, almost as if Smoke had stolen the breath right out of her lungs, her thoughts hazy with lust. It didn’t take much from her to rile him up. The kiss was steaming and wet; his tongue licked into her mouth as if she might disappear, and his fingers dug into her thighs harder in shameless desperation. He moaned when she sucked on his tongue, returning his desperation as she rocked down onto him.
Smoke's head tilted back, his gaze darting between her lips, neck, and breasts. His soft lips swept against her neck as his facial hair tickled down her throat, and she gasped with pleasure as he worked her skin between his soft full lips, sucking hard as she rocked faster against him. His tongue stroked along the sensitive area by her pulse, and she felt more wetness seep out of her entrance, the jets of water tickling against her spine.
Smoke’s mouth drifted lower, and he undid her bikini top in one smooth motion, tossing it alongside her forgotten wine glass. His warm tongue swiped across Kimora's hardened nipples, nibbling on one of them. Kimora emitted a desperate moan as an instant spike of desire pierced all the way down to her aching pussy.
“Smoke, please.”
His eyes flickered up to her, nipple still between his lips. “Please, what?”
“Please fuck me,” Kimora begged; the anticipation was driving her insane. “I miss feelin’ you inside me.”
He released her nipple from his mouth, still cupping the flesh in his hand. With his free hand he pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, gathering some of the slick at her entrance with his middle finger, sliding the digit up her slit and circling her clit.
“Stop teasin’ me, nigga. Don’t make me wait another second.”
“Okay, Ki.” he chuckled softly as he released her breast to reach down and pull his dick out of his trunks. He was hard as a rock, throbbing for her.
He gripped his erection and tapped his swollen tip against her clit and down her slit, coating his dick with her wetness. She leaned forward a little and watched as he finally eased inside, her walls stretching to make room for his girth.
“Pussy almost closed up on a nigga, huh?”
“Keep going.”
"Damn."
"Shit..."
"Mmhmm."
He pushed deeper, muttering to himself about how tight and warm she was and how much he missed being inside her. Her lips parted in a breathy moan, and her hold tightened on his shoulders as he filled her to the brim, all eight and a half inches back where they belonged.
“Oh…fuuuckkk—Smoke.”
“Open up for Daddy,” he hissed as he pulled halfway out and plunged back in, fucking her deep and hard. “Give me that pussy.”
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her moans scratchy, her breasts bouncing and her legs tightening behind him as his hands locked across her lower back, holding her in place.
“Say you forgive Daddy.” He grunted, hips snapping forward with sharp precision, water rippling with each thrust.
“I forgive you, Daddy.” she managed to squeak out in between breathy moans. “But don’t do that shit again, Smoke. Don’t freeze me out.”
“Never again, sugar.” He nodded, thumb brushing her bottom lip like he was making a vow with touch alone. “Daddy promise.”
He captured her lips again, the kiss hungrier and deeper, full of everything they’d been holding back. The water continued to ripple around them, steam rising between their bodies as the apology turned into something sweeter and inevitable.
“You feel so good—so good, Smoke.”
“You feel amazing.”
“Don’t stop.”
“What’s my name?” he asked as he thrust harder, thick tip brushing against her g-spot.
“Smoke—Elijah—Daddy—all of the above!”
“Good. Fuckin’. Girl,” Smoke growled out each word as he smacked the inside of her thigh. “You know who you belong to.”
“I belong to you, Daddy.”
“Mmm, look at that pretty pussy,” he cooed as he watched her wetness coat his length. “Go ahead and come on this dick. I know you want to. Give me that nut.”
“Oh shit! I’m gonna come!” she whined as she held his biceps tighter. His words of praise and the way he stared down into her eyes pushed her over the edge. Kimora released a loud moan, and her eyes fluttered closed in immense pleasure. He fucked her through it, muttering obscene praises as the hot water jetted across her back.
“Goddamn, baby. That pussy gushin’ for Daddy,” he praised, letting out a sharp grunt as she contracted and pulsed around him, creaming down his length.
"Turn around for me, Ki." he instructed as he drew back, stroking his slick dick while his other hand gripped her shoulder and turned her body away from him. She leaned over the edge and rested her forearms on the concrete. His massive hands came down on her ass cheeks, and she yelped in surprise as pleasure rushed through her body. He yanked the string of her bottoms and chucked them aside before realigning his tip with her dripping hole.
Kimora and Smoke moaned in unison when he pushed back inside her, stroking nice and slow until he found the perfect rhythm. Her blissful whimpers, water sloshing and the wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the backyard once again. She took every inch he gave her, arms stretched out in front of her, fingers gripping the edge of the hot tub as she rocked back against him.
“Mmhmm,” he grunted as he lifted one hand to grip her shoulder. “Fuck Daddy back just like that.” His other hand gripped her waist so tight that she knew her hips would be sore in the morning. She missed the marks he left on her. The thought alone made her wetter, so she threw her ass back even harder.
“Imma come with you this time.” Smoke rasped as he smacked both her ass cheeks with his right hand, “You want this nut?”
“Yesssss! Come—ohfuckohfuck—nut inside me!”
“You feel so good, Smoke.” she whimpered as he slowed his thrusts, but he still rocked into her sharp and deep, water splashing over onto the concrete. She turned around and peered at him, meeting the needy gaze in his kobicha-colored eyes.
He bit his lip. “I love you, pretty girl.”
“I love you so much, Daddy.”
“Yeah? Prove it then.” he leaned down to peck her lips a few times before turning her face back around and gripping her neck, rutting into her like a crazy man. “Prove it by coming one last time on Daddy’s dick.”
“Fuuuck,” Kimora cried out, eyes shutting tightly, “I’m about to come again.”
“Oh shit—me too, baby.” Smoke warned, panting as his pistoning hips lost their rhythm and became more erratic. “Come with me, Ki.”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“Come on, pretty girl.”
“Smoke, pleaseeee!”
“Goddamn, you squeezin’ the fuck out of a nigga.”
“Oh my go—“ Kimora cried out as she came again, thighs quivering and knees buckling.
She would’ve sunk under the water if Smoke wasn’t holding her in place. He yanked her back against his soaked chest, and his entire body jolted as he spilled his come inside her, letting out curses in between guttural groans. She whimpered as she felt hot, thick pulses filling her, her grip on the edge easing as her breathing normalized. He trailed sloppy kisses down her back, lapping at the sweat and water droplets before pulling out and turning her to face him, crushing his lips against hers.
Their kiss faded into delicate tiny breaths against each other's lips, her forehead resting on his and his hands still warm on her waist beneath the water. Whatever had been twisting between them for the last few days appeared to be loosened. She exhaled against his mouth, and Smoke smiled boyishly with relief.
“C’mon, pretty girl,” he whispered sweetly, brushing a thumb down her cheek. “Let me take care of you the rest of the night.”
Before she could respond, he slid his arms beneath her thighs and lifted her out of the hot tub like she weighed nothing at all.
She squeaked, arms flying around his neck. “Smoke! I can walk!”
“Mmhmm,” he grunted, pulling her closer. “And I said I got you.”
Her giggle was like music to his ears. He carried her across the patio, through the glass doors, and up the stairs. Drops of water trailed behind them, and her damp curls brushed against his collarbone. Every so often, he would bury his head in the crook of her neck or nuzzle her jaw to reassure her that the storm had passed.
When they reached the bedroom, he nudged the door open with his shoulder, and her breath caught.
A giant bouquet of roses sat on the nightstand, an ash-brown teddy bear sat propped up on the pillows, and a bracelet and a ring glinted on its wrist like they were waiting just for her.
Smoke set her down gently at the edge of the bed. Her eyes widened, lips parting in the softest little gasp. “Smoke…what is all this?”
He shrugged in that quiet, matter-of-fact way he always did when he was being his most sentimental.
“Something small for my girl.” He grinned as he brushed a curl behind her ear. “Figured I owe you more than an apology speech in the hot tub.”
She picked up the teddy bear, hugging it to her chest. “It smells like you,” she whispered, emotional in the way she tried not to show too often.
“That’s the point,” he explained with a grin. “Mini-me. For when I’m stuck at work and you missin’ me.”
She looked at the bracelet next. It was sleek, gold, simple but expensive and matched the ring beside it.
Her breath hitched again. “You got these for me?”
Smoke stepped closer, lifting her chin so she’d meet his eyes. “Pretty girl deserves to match her man,” he said softly. “I wanted you to have something that reminds you I’m here and I need you always, even when I’m too stupid to show it right.”
Her throat tightened, eyes shining with unshed tears. “Smoke…”
He leaned down, pressing a slow kiss to her lips. “I’m sorry, Kimora,” he exhaled against her mouth. “Won’t ever make you feel alone like that again.”
She rested her forehead on his, a smile that matched her softened heart. “I love you.”
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into his chest like she belonged there. “I love you too, sugar.”
The gifts gleamed underneath the dimmed bedroom lights, and the tub’s leftover steam still on their skin, they settled into the warmth of each other's arms, forgiven and wrapped in the kind of love that sometimes bends but never breaks.
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Synopsis - One night with her favorite nsfw content creator turns into something Daisy never saw coming.
Warnings - Heavy Smut, fluff, sex work, obsession, soft dominance, use of pet names.
MINORS DNI
Part 1
Part 2 ( This won’t be the end of Stack and Daisy 🙂↕️)
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Elias had spent most of his life convinced that love was something far within his grasp. And yet as the years went by and the girls came and went, love had yet to make its presence known.
He thought he knew what love felt like, what it looked like, what it meant. But then he watched Smoke and Annie and the way their love felt like watching a foreign movie. He didn’t understand one bit of it.
The last relationship he was in lasted 6 years. Long years of her waiting for him to propose, to say ‘I love you’ like he meant it, to finally commit. But it never came. Elias didn’t know why he hesitated, why after so long, his heart just didn’t feel like it was in the right place.
Their breakup was messy, tears and thrown out clothes. She packed up and moved to New York and two years later was married with a baby on the way.
He thought he’d be upset but he wasn’t. In fact, he didn’t feel anything. Elias shrugged it off and moved on with his life.
Starting an OnlyFans wasn’t an easy decision but it was one he made at a time where his mind was trying to detach itself from his heart.
See, Elias craved to be in love, to feel what Elijah spoke so fondly about. But he’d never admit it and after many failed attempts at it, he figured it was time to throw in the towel. So he decided to have sex with no strings attached. No lingering intimacy, no softness, nothing real. Just contracts and camera equipment.
For the most part this worked for him. He made money, got to have good sex, most of the time, and went on with his life with no complications attached.
Until her.
Daisy
It wasn’t supposed to happen, that night hadn’t meant to end the way it did and yet it constantly replayed in his head. He had already grown too attached before she even stepped foot in his house. He’d stay up waiting for her FaceTime calls, always checked his phone to see if she texted him, stalked her socials for any new pictures she’d posted.
Elias was down bad and he knew it, then that night happened and now he was borderline obsessed.
His thoughts were filled with nothing but her.
Daisy had a hold on him and she didn’t even know it.
-
Stack had made sure to double and even triple check with Daisy, to make sure she was absolutely positive that he could post the video of the two of them.
She told him yes every time.
So he sat at his desktop and edited it. He stared at the thumbnail, her pretty face smiling shyly at him and a part of him almost didn’t want to post it, he felt possessive.
A deep sigh escapes his lips as he prepared to post a snippet on Twitter but then he stops, watches the clip, eyes wide with lust and jealousy.
The mouse hovered over the delete button, heart racing in a way that meant that he cared about this way too much, which meant the way he felt about her was deeper than he thought.
Stack groaned out loud, like it physically pained him to do it. He needed the content seeing as he hadn’t posted in weeks and Daisy was practically giving him the easy way out. No need to schedule a meet up with another creator, no need for contracts, no need for managers to get involved. Nothing.
“I’m doing too much.” He mumbled to himself before finally posting it.
-
The days that followed after that had been hectic, the video had gone viral. It was the most views Stack had ever gotten. Comments flooded his Twitter account every second of the day.
“Damn this was intense.”
“We need more videos with her.”
“Are you guys dating?”
“Yeah this is your best video yet.”
“Have kept this video on repeat.”
People speculated about the two and yet they both ignored it. He read the comments, people saying that they looked like they were in love.
Something about that bothered him, whether it was because it was true or because it wasn’t. He didn’t know.
Stack had tried to stay off the internet after that. He couldn’t deal with the assumptions because in all honesty, he didn’t know what this meant for the both of them.
It wasn’t like he was scared to ask, he was more scared of what’ll happen afterwards. Whether good or bad, a part of him didn’t feel like he was ready for it.
-
Daisy tried to return back to her normal life but she felt restless. She couldn’t stop thinking about Elias even if she tried. He showed up in her dreams and in places she thought were only reserved for her alone.
She had only known love in the form of family, pets and friends. Her past lovers hadn’t ever been able to pull that out of her despite how badly she wanted it. Daisy wanted nothing more than to be in love and to feel it in a romantic sense and yet, it never happened.
Daisy didn’t want to admit she liked Elias or maybe she didn’t want to admit that she liked him more than she thought she did. Her body craved to be around him, it missed him even when he was near and it was driving her insane.
They spent more time together, even without meaning to. He’d show up at her house unannounced with food and wine.
She’d show up in his vlogs and whenever he went live.
-
“Y’all Daisy making me watch this lame ass anime called Saiki” Stack chopped onions on the wooden cutting board, camera capturing his broad shoulders and right behind him, Daisy sitting on his kitchen island. It was a random Saturday, Stack dragged her out of her house and forced her to keep him company while he meal prepped for the week.
“It’s not lame! And you like it, clearly. You always talking about it.” She playfully rolled her eyes.
Stack turned his head to look at her, “yeah so that I can have a reason to keep talking to you.”
Daisy lowered her head, face turning a light pink. “Shut up.” She mumbled and Stack couldn’t help but laugh.
-
“Daisy, I’m not wearing that shit.” He glared at her as she held up the sexy Santa costume in her hand.
“Why not? I think they’d like to see you in it, no?”
Stack rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth. “If you wanna see me half naked, you could just ask mama.”
Daisy sucked in a breath. “Stack shut up.” She turned away from him and the camera, face hot from embarrassment.
He smirked in triumph before grabbing the costume. “Matter fact, yeah. I’m putting this on. Come on.”
Daisy’s eyes widened in fear. “Okay. No. It was a joke.”
“Nah I’m not playing. Come on.”
“I’m going home.”
“No you’re not.” Stack laughed, grabbing her arm and dragging her to the cash register. The sales clerk tried her hardest to keep a poker face as she rang up the silly costume, meanwhile Daisy was on the verge of passing out.
“You’re not seriously wearing that, right?” Daisy huffed as they both left the store.
“I am. Ima save it for a special occasion. You gon walk in and just see me in this.”
“Oh hell no. I’m never coming over again.” Stack cackled as he watched her walk ahead towards the car.
-
“Chat she’s forcing me to buy her shit.” Stack complained to the camera as they walked around the mall.
“Um no. You broke my favorite mug so you owe me.” Daisy shrugged.
A slick smirk sat on the corner of Stack’s mouth. “You right. I owe you.”
“Exactly” Daisy commented. He watched her smile for a little too long before turning his head back to the camera.
“She a little too happy to be spending my money.”
Daisy giggled and rolled her eyes. “You offered. I just simply complied… now let’s go get my nails done.” She wiggled her fingers in front of his face before walking ahead.
Stack chuckled, amused and enamored with how much more confident she was around him and the camera. His continence constantly tempted with every slick comment she threw at him.
Back at his house, Stack had the camera propped up while he prepped to make dinner. His eyes skimmed the comments, everybody asking about Daisy and her fresh set.
“Daisy, come here mama. They wanna see what you got.” He called out to her. She popped up at his side with her cheeks tinted a light pink. Still not used to him calling her that randomly.
“Um okay.” She giggled shyly as Stack angled the camera towards her hands that showed her acrylic nails painted a soft pink with white polka dots.
“Show em ya toes.” He mumbled. His body too close to hers.
Daisy sat on the kitchen counter while Stack grabbed his camera and pointed them at her feet. “They match my nails.” She squealed.
Stack smiled before grabbing her foot. He placed a kiss on top of it before turning his head back to the camera. “They cute right?”
“Staaackkkk” Daisy whined, trying to remove her foot from his grip but he was too strong. He just laughed while her face burned in embarrassment.
“What? You gon act brand new like I don’t be kissing ya feet?”
The chat had erupted, everybody wondering when the two were finally going to admit that they were dating.
“Shut up.” Daisy mumbled and Stack shook his head.
-
By the start of the week the news was already announcing the huge snow storm that was set to hit Chicago starting Friday. Schools were already canceling classes and jobs were sending out memos to let everyone know they’ll be working remote.
Daisy had barely payed attention to the warnings that were constantly being sent to her phone. Her mom reminding her to get groceries, her best friend telling her to close her windows, her co workers all texting in the group chat about the amount of money they’ve spent on toiletries and other necessities.
All of it flew right past her head, as her mind was wrapped up on one thing only. Elias Moore.
That’s why when he showed up at her door, face serious in a way she’s never seen before, and told her to pack a bag and go with him, she did so absentmindedly.
Daisy wasn’t a stranger to Stack’s weird shenanigans, sometimes he’d hold her hostage and make her go with him on a five hour drive just for some donuts he was craving. Other times, he’d lie and say he was sick and needed her to take care of him just so she’d go over his house and stay the night. He’d wrap his arms around her tightly, even in his sleep. It was nights like that, that had Daisy wondering what exactly they were doing. This was past a friendship and yet the two hadn’t kissed or touched since that day.
Daisy sat in his passenger seat, confused but quiet. Stack noticed her energy but said nothing. He’d already made up his mind on how the evening was going to go and so with that, he drove in silence. Soft r&b played throughout his car speakers but the tension in the car couldn’t be soothed.
Stack remained equanimous the whole ride. They drove past the city, past his apartment and everything that looked like civilization. The sun cleared a path for them to follow, warming up the roads one last time before the storm eventually came through.
“You good?” It was the first words he’d say to her in the last two hours.
“Um yea.” She answered, her voice small and unconvincing. “Where are we going?”
Stack smirked slightly, stealing a quick look before focusing back on the road. “You’ll see. It’s a surprise.”
She nodded her head, choosing to drop the subject because she knew Stack wouldn’t cave if she persisted for answers.
By the time they arrived, Daisy had fell asleep and woke up to the sound of gravel under the wheels. They were in the middle of the woods, her eyes drifted to a huge cabin that sat next to a small guest house.
“Uh… Elias? What are we doing here?” She got out of the car slowly, watching as he made his way to the trunk to pull out their bags.
“I told you. It’s a surprise.” He had a small smile sitting on his lips as he walked to the guest house, motioning for her to follow.
The sun had already set and her stomach growled as they took a tour of the place.
“Hungry?” Stack asked her.
“Yeah. Anything to eat in here?”
They made their way to the kitchen. The fridge was already stocked with snacks and fruits.
“Grab something from here then head upstairs to your room to get ready. I’ll be making dinner in the cabin.”
Daisy’s eyes widened in confusion. “What are you talking about? Get ready for what?”
“You’ll see. I left you some clothes upstairs to change into. Meet me in the cabin when you’re done.” He leaned down, kissed her forehead and then walked outside, leaving her with even more questions than she already had.
The room was comfortable, soft white walls and fresh sheets. On the bed sat two large boxes that she immediately recognized.
“What the fuck?” She whispered to herself as she opened the first black box. There sat a silk, dark red, long sleeve dress. The front had a low cut, designed to show off your chest with a small Versace clip right in the middle.
She scoffed in disbelief.
Daisy had been obsessing over this dress for weeks. So much so that she kept trying to justify the ridiculous price. Stack had told her to just pull the trigger, buy herself something she truly wanted for once but Daisy kept going back and forth it until one day it was sold out.
She anxiously typed her email to join the waitlist for the restock, frustrated with herself for not getting it sooner. Eventually she let it go, decided it wasn’t meant to be.
But Stack seemed to know Daisy more than she knew herself and so while he still was trying to convince her to buy the dress, he had already went and purchased it.
Daisy grabbed her toiletries bag, the smile she held on her face refused to go away even while she freshened up. The butterflies in her stomach wouldn’t settle while she tried to convince herself that this was nothing more than another one of Stacks stupid videos or silly little prank.
But it definitely didn’t feel like that. This felt different.
She did her makeup to the sounds of D’Angelo, trying to calm her nerves that were practically eating her alive.
Daisy held the dress in her hands, shaking her head slightly at the audacity of that man before stepping into it, and then sliding on the heels that he also bought to match. Her hair was already done, soft curls surrounding her head, freshly dyed a honey blonde.
Her hands shook and her steps slightly faltered as she walked down the stairs. It had been close to two hours since she last heard anything from Stack and so with a deep breath, she stepped outside and quickly walked to the main cabin.
The snow had already started falling, creating a thick layer of white on the ground, but Daisy’s focus was far from that.
She opened the door and immediately was engulfed by the smell of food. The cabin was warm, filled with light green walls and mahogany wood.
On the floor were rose pedals that she followed to the living room. On the TV played reruns of pictures that the two of them had taken, one in particular being the morning they woke up after that night. Daisy smiled, her eyes roaming around the room that had multiple bouquets of her favorite flower. Lillies.
“Oh my God” she whispered, leaning down to smell them. “Elias!”
She called out to him, following the red path that led to the dining room. Stack stood by the table, small smile sitting on his lips. Two plates full of vodka pasta and a glass of red wine awaited her.
“You look… gorgeous.” His eyes trailed her from the top of her head down to the tip of her toes. “Wow.” He breathed out. “Um…I ain’t know what to make you. I bought a bunch of groceries and then panicked when it came down to figuring something out.” His eyes nervously darted between the food and her.
Daisy’s face was flushed, biting her lip to keep her smile from spreading. “You’re lucky you’re a good cook. I’ll let it slide.”
Stack shook his head with a slight chuckle. He walked over to her side and slid the chair back for her before returning back to his seat.
Daisy’s fingers slightly shook and her breathing kept skipping. She didn’t know what to say or do and so she sat in the silence, waiting for Stack to lead.
“I um— I wanted to take you to a fancy restaurant, properly wine and dine you but the snow storm ruined everything and to be honest… I just couldn’t wait another day.”
“Couldn’t wait another day for what?” Daisy’s eyebrows furrowed. She tried to look normal, play it off as if she was prepared for whatever was happening but Stack saw right through her.
“We should eat first. Don’t want the food to get cold.” He smiled like he was hiding secrets behind it. Daisy just simply nodded before picking up her fork and digging in.
They made small talk, about the weather, her job and his new camera that he just bought. She scolded him for buying the dress, he rolled his eyes and pretended like he actually took her threats seriously.
By the time the pasta was done and they were three cups of wine in, the air in the dining room suddenly became suffocating. The tension eased itself into their space, tightening at even the slightest change of breath from either of them. Stack stared at her with the weight of a thousand unsaid words and a shiver ran down her spine while she tried to maintain eye contact.
“Elias… w-what is this all about?” She chewed on her bottom lip, picking at the bit of skin she felt.
He cleared his throat and then stood up. Stack began grabbing the dirty dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, letting her question hang on for longer than she could handle. He poured them one more glass of wine though he already felt slightly light headed and a bit tipsy but his mind was clear. He knew what he was doing.
Stack walked over to Daisy’s side of the table and extended his hand. He felt her hands trembling as she placed it on top of his.
“Cold?”
“No” she mumbled, embarrassed at how nervous she was.
He rubbed her knuckles with his thumb. “You’re okay, you know that right? You’re safe with me. Always.”
Daisy nodded, not trusting her mouth to produce a correct sentence.
Stack took a sip of his drink before setting it down and grabbing her other hand. They were close enough to where she could see the way his eyebrow slightly twitched and he could see her pulse thumping from her neck.
“Elias.” She whispered, not being able to take the suspense.
“For the past few weeks I’ve been going fucking crazy tryna figure out a way to tell you how I feel. Shit. I even asked my brother what I should do and I rarely listen to that nigga.” He chuckled slightly. “I ain’t realize how scared I was to say how I feel about you, out loud, up until this moment right now.”
“I ain’t realize that me going crazy to plan this perfect moment with you was a sign of how nervous I was - am.”
Their eyes locked. Stack took a deep breath, steadying himself like his brother taught him too. He still held her hands, a bit tighter now.
“I’m not going to beat around the bush because I’ve never done that with you… Daisy I’m in love with you and I have been for a while.”
Daisy stood frozen in a state of disbelief.
“I can’t get you out my head no matter how much I try. Not that I’m even trying to anyways.” Stack pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. “It’s like an obsession that I have with you and I’m tired of running from it. Tired of acting like this ain’t something special. Like you don’t mean more to me than you already know… I want you. Wholeheartedly. I want it all. You hearing me Daisy?”
“Y—yes” She managed to whisper. “I— I’m in love with you too, Elias.”
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The snow outside had gotten more aggressive. It packed on, building thick inches of white on the ground. The news officially sent out warnings for everybody to stay inside and to remain warm.
Daisy tightened her arms around Stacks neck, back arching off of the bed as beads of sweat rolled down the smooth of her skin.
“Say it. Let me hear you say it again.” Stack thrusted slowly into her tight walls, making sure he was balls deep before pulling out and doing it again.
Daisy’s legs shook as she whimpered into his ear. “I love you, Elias. I love you.”
He groaned in response, hips now moving a bit faster just so he could watch her tremble under him. His thumb drew circles around her clit, making her cream around his dick.
“Oh my—fuck.” She moaned, turning her head to the side and biting her lip. The pleasure was too much to handle.
“Nah. Don’t hide from me. Let me see you. Keep your eyes on me mama.” He grabbed her jaw, turning her head to face him. Her eyes were watery and wide, full of lust and adoration. “Mhmm just like. Good girl baby.”
His thrusts picked up speed while this thumb remained at a steady pace. “Look at how good you’re taking me.” Stack leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers before their lips met in a soft kiss that didn’t match the way he was fucking her. “So fucking perfect.”
“E—Elias. I’m gonna … cum. Fuck!” Daisy’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she let out a scream. Her squirt drenched Stack but he kept going.
“I want another one. You gon give it to me? You gon make daddy proud?”
Daisy nodded, completely dazed and covered in goosebumps.
“Nah I wanna hear you. Let me hear that voice I love so much baby.” He leaned back but remained close enough to keep kissing her. Thumb still playing with her button while his hips continued moving. “Talk to me. Come on, you can do it.”
“Yesssssssss. Yesss daddy.” Daisy sobbed. Her body shook, already overstimulated but Stack was nowhere near done.
She came again before her body could even process what was going on. She twisted away from Stack but he held her in place, still giving her the same deep strokes that had her seeing stars.
Daisy cried, finger nails leaving fresh scratches on his back. “I can’t. I can’t Elias. I can’t.” She tried to run but Stack wouldn’t allow it.
“Yes you can. You not giving up on me right baby?” His dick still slid in and out of her stretched hole, his thumb still moving on her clit. “Show daddy how messy you can get.”
Daisy’s mouth hung open in a silent scream, clear liquid painting Stack until he was practically covered in it.
She panted under him, hands still gripping his back while her body tried to settle down. Stack placed kisses around her face and down the sweaty crevices of her neck. He made his way to her perked nipples, placing one his mouth while his hands soothed past the smooth of her skin.
“Elias.” Daisy whispered. “Baby.”
He hummed, looking up at her eyes that were already drooping from exhaustion. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Stack laid sideways, pulling her to his chest and bringing her leg to sit on top of his waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, whimpering at the feel of his dick rubbing against her swollen folds.
Stack’s eyes remained connected to hers as he slowly slid inside of her abyss that was still so wet and warm.
They moaned into each other’s mouths, their eyes connected while he sensually thrusted into her. Stack held the back of her head, keeping her face close to his.
“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned, gripping her hair to keep him from falling over the edge.
Daisy’s eyes kept rolling back every time he was fully inside of her. His dick kissed her g spot with every move he made, making her legs twitch continuously. “Shiiiiiit” she sobbed, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks.
“What’s my name? Hm?” Stack grabbed her face, bringing them closer together.
“Daddyyyyyyy”
“Mhmm say it again. Louder.” His pace never changed and Daisy’s body shook with the need to cum again.
“Daddy, daddy fuck please!”
He leaned in and kissed her. “You’re mine Daisy, you listening to me? Ima make you cum till you can’t even do so much as look at another nigga.”
Her jaw dropped, breaths coming out in short gasps.
“So fucking perfect. I can’t get enough.” Stack groaned, moving faster as he felt the build up. “You stuck with me, you know that? I ain’t letting you go.”
“Yesssss, yess I know baby. Fuck! I—I love you. I’m all yours.”
Stack whimpered at the sound of her voice breaking. She couldn’t stop crying, body arched and shaking from being overstimulated.
“Cum in me please. I’m all yours. All yours please.” Daisy begged, as her body finally snapped.
“All mine. All fucking mine. Take all this nut baby. Good girl” Stack gripped her hips as he emptied himself inside of her. His face was buried in her neck, moaning her name over and over again.
Daisy came right after, her juices flowing out of her like a faucet. She cried out his name. Her hands grabbed onto his chest in hopes to bring herself back down to earth
They stayed glued together, Stack still inside of her and Daisy still twitching. He rubbed her back, enjoying the feel of her warm skin touching him.
He placed a barely there kiss to her shoulder. “I love you.” He whispered.
Daisy smiled, all 32 shining in the dark room. “I love you too.”
Black Boys Bloom Thorns First, Volume 4 (aka Wet Sugar 2) Masterlist
Summary:
The conclusion of the ‘Black Boys Bloom Thorns First” Book Series. Volume 4 finds Erik N’Jadaka Stevens-Udaku back in the land of his father where revenge is fleeting, but justice and redemption eventually prevail. Erik’s past catches up to him, and with the help of his cousin, Princess Shuri, he finds life in Wakanda more complicated even after a return from death…
NSFW. Smut. Mature Audience Only.
***Author’s Note!***
BEFORE you read this epic, it’s important to note that you MUST have read “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Volume 1 & 2, “Stark’s New Intern”, “Black Boys Bloom Thorns First Volume 3″, and “Wet Sugar” first, in that exact order. If not, you will miss a lot of story threads that were planted to bloom here. Go do that first, then proceed with caution, cuz bay-bee, this is about to get messy messy and lead into the Thanos snap, and a war with Atlantis. Have your libations and snacks ready!
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Summary: The morning after a life-changing night, Aaliyah finally allows herself to rest. Wrapped safely in Elijah’s arms, she discovers that strength doesn’t always look like battle; it can look like trust, vulnerability, and being loved without conditions. As dawn breaks over the Moore estate, Elijah reflects on the woman who stood before two powerful families and claimed her place among them, reminding himself exactly why she is the queen at the center of his world. In the quiet aftermath of storms, war, and long-buried truths, they find solace in each other—one stolen morning before the next fight begins.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dry humping, praise kink, possessive behavior, somnophilia elements, dirty talk, brief mentions of trauma
The first light of dawn was a pale, hesitant finger of gold creeping across the horizon, painting the edges of the heavy velvet curtains in a soft, ethereal glow. The storm had passed, leaving behind a world washed clean and silent. Elijah was already awake, had been for hours. He never slept deeply anymore, not since the world had become a chessboard and he one of its most targeted kings. He lay on his side, propped up on an elbow, watching the woman beside him breathe. Aaliyah was lost in sleep, her body curled into his, a warm, trusting weight against his side. Her face, softened by slumber, compared to the fierce, commanding queen who had held two dynasties captive in their own lounge just hours before.
He replayed the scene in his mind, not for the first time. He saw her standing there, her chin lifted, her voice a low, steady rumble that vibrated with an unshakeable certainty. "No more secrets." He saw the way she had commanded the room, not with shouts or threats, but with a quiet, undeniable authority that had silenced even his chaotic brother. She had laid bare the truth, her own pain, her own history, and then she had claimed her power, not as a victim, but as a leader. "I want us fighting with each other." The memory sent a surge of something hot and fierce through him, a potent cocktail of pride, awe, and a raw, possessive desire that was so powerful it was almost painful. He had always been drawn to her intelligence, to her quiet strength, but last night… last night he had seen a queen that he'd always dreamed of being by his side, the woman who was his equal in every way. And he needed her. Not just to lead, not just to love, but to claim. To remind himself, to remind her, that in this war, in this life, they were each other's anchor, each other's sanctuary.
He shifted, rolling over her in a slow movement that was both a conquest and a caress. He settled his weight over her, his elbows braced on either side of her head, his body a warm, heavy blanket that cocooned her in his scent and his heat. Aaliyah stirred beneath him, a soft, sleepy sigh escaping her lips as her subconscious responded to his familiar presence. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her forehead, her temples, the soft curve of her cheek. He was worshipping her, memorizing her, his touch a reverent exploration. His voice was a low, gravelly southern drawl, a deep, intimate rumble against her skin. "So fucking brave. So strong. You had that whole room eating out of the palm of your hand. Had me eating out of the palm of your hand. Shit, you own me."
He moved down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck, just below her ear. He nipped at her gently, his teeth scraping over her pulse point, a teasing, possessive bite that made her hum in her sleep, her body arching slightly against him. "My beautiful, brilliant queen," he continued, his words a warm, breathy caress. "Standing there, telling us powerful men what we're going to do. I've never been so hard in my life." He chuckled, a low, dirty sound that was half pride, half lust. He could feel himself growing hard against her thigh, a thick, insistent pressure that was a testament to the effect she had on him. He began to move, a slow rhythm, grinding his hips against her in a languid, teasing motion. He was still clothed in a pair of loose silk pajama pants, and she was wearing one of his t-shirts, a thin, soft barrier that did little to hide the heat building between them.
Aaliyah was slowly drifting towards consciousness, pulled from the depths of sleep by the insistent, pleasurable pressure and the low, hypnotic cadence of his voice. She felt his lips on her collarbone, his tongue tracing a path across her chest, his hands sliding down her sides, gripping her hips, holding her in place as he continued his slow, sensual assault. "Eli," she breathed, her voice a sleep-laced murmur. Her hands, which had been limp at her sides, came up to rest on his back, her fingers tangling in the soft fabric of his shirt.
"Wake up for me, Aaliyah," he commanded, his voice a low, dominant growl that vibrated through her entire body. He shifted his position slightly, changing the angle of his hips, the thick ridge of his erection now pressing directly against her honey pot. Aaliyah gasped, her eyes fluttering open, hazy and unfocused. The world was a blur of soft light and shadow, of the warm weight of her husband and the scent she’d come to associate with home. He was looking down at her, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that was both tender and a look that never failed to make her stomach clench with desire. "There she is," he murmured, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. "My queen. My love."
He captured her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her. It was a kiss that was both a greeting and a declaration, a reminder of the bond they shared. He continued to move against her, the friction of his silk pants against the thin cotton of her panties a maddening tease. He was building a fire inside her, a slow, steady burn that was already making her tremble, her hips lifting instinctively to meet his, seeking more pressure, more contact. "You were magnificent last night," he whispered against her lips, his words a hot praise. "Watching you take control… watching them all listen to you… It was the finest thing I've ever seen."
He reached down between them, his hand sliding under the hem of her shirt, his calloused fingers tracing a path up her stomach, over her ribs, to cup the soft weight of her breast. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it gently, sending pleasure straight to her clit. Aaliyah moaned, her head falling back against the pillows, her body arching into his touch. She was fully awake now, her body humming with a desperate, needy energy. "Eli," she gasped, her voice a breathy plea. "Please."
He chuckled again, a low, arrogant sound. "Please what, love? Tell me what you want." He knew, of course he knew, but he wanted to hear her say it, wanted to hear her surrender to him, to the pleasure he was giving her. He increased the pressure of his hips, his movements becoming more deliberate, more rhythmic, a slow, steady grind that was pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"More," she breathed, her hands tightening on his back, her nails digging into his skin. "I want more."
“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly hum of approval that vibrated through his chest and into hers. His hand settled against her hip, a firm, possessive weight that held her steady as he looked down at her with a hunger that made her pulse jump. The slow, deliberate roll of his hips never ceased, a constant, maddening friction that kept her balanced on a knife’s edge of pleasure. “Look at you,” he growled, his southern drawl thickening, coating every word in lust. “Can’t do nothin’ but melt for me.” A slow, arrogant grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, a perfect predator’s smile that was both infuriating and sexy. He shifted slightly, changing the angle just enough to make her gasp, the thick head of his dick now pressing directly against her clit through their clothes. “That’s what I like. Every time I touch you, you just… fall apart. So fuckin’ easy for me, ain’t it? So wet, so ready. This pussy got a mind of its own, and all it wants is me.”
He brushed his thumb along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, his touch a light, teasing compared to the insistent pressure of his hips. He tilted her chin up with his other hand, his gaze locking onto hers, dark and unwavering, forcing her to see the raw, unfiltered need burning in his eyes. “You know how fine you are, baby? Know what you do to me? Shit.” He punctuated the curse with a particularly deep grind, his body a heavy weight that pinned her to the mattress, leaving her no choice but to take the pleasure he was giving her. “Got me sittin’ up here, thinkin’ ‘bout a future I wasn’t even worried about before you came around. Got me talkin’ ‘bout houses, babies, us having a second wedding, all kinda domestic shit. That’s your fault.”
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath a warm, ragged caress against her lips. The rhythm of his hips became more focused, a slow, dirty dance that was designed to drive her insane. “Got me out here obsessed with you, Aaliyah. Every bit of you.” His voice dropped to a low, conspiratorial whisper, a secret shared between them in the quiet of the morning. “Obsessed with this smart mouth, obsessed with this thick ass body, obsessed with this good geek girl act you put on for everybody else when I know what a freak you are for me. This pussy… this pussy is mine. Ain’t that right? Tell me it’s mine.”
He continued the slow roll of his hips, and she could feel the evidence of her desire lingering between them, creating a delicious, slick friction against her sensitive pearl. He was driving her wild, his touch a masterful combination of teasing and torment, of praise and possession. He was whispering to her the entire time, a litany of dirty, sweet nothings that was pushing her higher and higher. “Good girl. That’s it. I’ve got you. Don’t fight it. Just feel me. Let yourself go, baby. I wanna see that pretty smile when it hits you. That’s it… right there.”
Aaliyah was unraveling. Every thought, every distraction, every lingering piece of the outside world had fallen away until there was nothing left but this moment. The air felt too thin in her lungs, her pulse too loud in her ears. A powerful tension had gathered deep inside her, winding tighter and tighter with each passing second, leaving her suspended on the edge of something overwhelming. "Eli," she cried out, her voice a desperate, breathy sob. "I'm… I'm gonna…"
"Cum for me," he commanded again, his voice a low whisper in her ear that was the final push she needed. He pinched her nipple again, a sharp, possessive twist, and at the same time, he increased the pressure of his hips, grinding his hard, thick dick against her clit with a firm, relentless rhythm that stole the air from her lungs. And she shattered.
The orgasm broke through her like a violent, beautiful storm. A choked cry escaped her lips as her body arched off the bed. Her legs, which had been wrapped around his waist, fell open, spreading wide in an involuntary act of surrender, a butterfly unfolding its wings to the sun. She was opening herself to him, offering every part of herself to the man who had brought her to this peak. Her hips bucked wildly against his dick, grinding back against him with a needy rhythm as the pleasure pulsed through her, her body seeking to prolong the sensation, to draw out every last drop of ecstasy.
Aaliyah buried her face against the solid wall of his chest, his name breaking free in a breathless, broken whisper, a prayer and a curse all at once. The release left her shaking, a fine tremor running through her entire body as every muscle went soft and pliant. The emotions she'd been carrying for weeks, the fear, the grief, the anger, seemed to melt away, dissolving in the aftermath of her orgasm, leaving behind a profound, all-encompassing peace. For a long moment, she existed there in his arms, her body still humming with the aftershocks, overwhelmed not just by the intensity of the feeling itself, but by the absolute certainty of being safe with him.
Elijah held her through it, his movements slowing, his touch becoming gentle, soothing. He peppered her face with soft, tender kisses, his lips a warm, comforting presence against her flushed, damp skin. "That's my girl," he murmured, his voice a low, proud rumble. "So beautiful when you cum for me." He watched as she slowly came back to herself, her breathing gradually returning to normal, her body relaxing against the sheets. Her eyes, when she finally opened them, were soft and hazy, a warm, satisfied glow that made his heart ache with a fierce, protective love.
He rolled off her, settling beside her and pulling her into his arms, her back against his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close. He brushed a kiss across the crown of her head and held her closer, breathing in the scent that was sweet and spicy, hers. Beneath it lingered the warmth of flushed skin and shared affection, a quiet reminder of how completely they’d lost themselves in each other. Aaliyah sighed, a soft, contented sound, snuggling deeper into his embrace, her body still humming with the pleasant afterglow of her orgasm. She was already drifting back to sleep, her mind and body sated, safe, and cherished in the arms of her king. Elijah held her, his heart a steady, reassuring beat against her back, and watched as the sun finally rose, casting its golden light across the room, a new day, a new battle, a new beginning. And he knew, with a certainty that was as deep and unshakeable as his love for her, that they would face it together.
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A collection of fics centered around Terry Richmond as a main character, exploring different stories, relationships, and adventures.
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Jaded 📝⏳
Summary: in which you decide to end the toxic situation-ship you share with Terry— except this man only know how to suck you back in.
Author: @theblacklewinsky
Just Keep Breathing 🎯
Summary: Terry teaches you some important breathing techniques.
Author: @mymindisneverhere
Just One Taste 🎯
Summary: You got it really bad for your fine-ass next-door neighbor and co-worker Terry Richmond, just an unhealthy obsession for him and it was his birthday, all you wanted was to make him yours. But will he be open to you? Turns out he was just as hooked as you were.
Author: @notapradagurl7
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Kitchen's Closed 🎯
Summary: Terry catches you in the kitchen late at night and has his own idea of a midnight snack.
Author: @avoidthings
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Late Night Writes #1 ✨
Summary: Imagine… Terry makes you say your affirmations after hearing you speak negatively about yourself.
Late Night Writes #2 ✨
Summary: Imagine… Terry is having a hard time decompressing from work and he needs you to help him relieve some stress.
Late Night Writes #3 (pt. 1) ✨
Summary: Imagine… Terry orders you to keep quiet after constantly dealing with your smart mouth.
Late Night Writes #4 (pt. 2) ✨
Summary: Imagine… Terry orders you to keep quiet after constantly dealing with your smart mouth.
Late Night Writes #5 ✨
Summary: Imagine… Terry’s only goal is to provide you with pleasure but you test him at the wrong moment.
Author: @mymindisneverhere
Law and Order 🎯
Summary: Terry Richmond x Thick black woman!OC
Author: @nayaesworld
Lawyer!Terry ✨
Summary:...
Author: @kenshisluvrgirl
Lemons and Limes 🎯
Summary: Safe to say, maybe you shouldn’t be left alone…and you should probably listen to your husband
Author: @dc418writes
Let Me Take Control 🎯
Summary: Your fine as hell neighbor, Terry, hits you up late at night with a text. Already knowing what’s ‘bout to go down, you invite him over and get yourself ready for an unforgettable night.
Author: @megamindsecretlair
Let Me Talk 📝⏳
Summary: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC
Author: @theereinawrites
Let Me Teach You 📝⏳
Summary: Toxic Professor!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC
Author: @theereinawrites
A Lethal Shot Of Passion 🎯
Summary: Terry Richmond x black!o.c
Author: @sillyteecup
Let's Do It 🎯
Summary: While getting ready for work Michelle gets into a make-out with her boyfriend Terry.
Author: @keyaho
Let's Make Up 🎯
Summary: Terrys been spending a lot of time helping Summer recover and you can’t help but to feel neglected and a bit jealous.
Author: @mymindisneverhere
Lick Back 🏁⏳
Summary: Terry Richmond is stationed at the Camp Pendleton Marine Corps Base where he teaches incoming soldiers close quarters combat techniques as a MCMAP instructor. While hanging with rowdy fresh blood recruits at a bar, he meets Nova, the new wife of a fellow soldier who recently moved to Oceanside from South Carolina. Nova and her husband Jordan seem close at first, but Terry knows that Jordan cheats on her every chance he gets with secret weekend trysts. When Nova becomes pregnant and struggles to keep her marriage together, Terry steps in to cheer her up from Jordan's indifference. But he unintentionally embarks upon an illicit affair with Nova that turns his life upside down.
Author: @uzumaki-rebellion
Licking The Bloodstains From Your Alter 🎯
Summary: Terry Richmond x black!o.c
Author: @sillyteecup
Lipstick Stains 🎯
Summary: Terry finds himself fully immersed in a woman who frequently visits the coffee shop he helps his sister run. Sometimes it's the littlest things that can catch your attention and hold it hostage.
Author: @simplyzeeka
Lovers Nor Friends ✨
Summary: lines always end up crossed between friends with benefits.
Author: @saturnville
Luther 🎯
Summary:...
Author: @androgynousgaz
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Made Men 🎯
Summary: Focus on your studies, mind your manners, and stay away from that Richmond boy. Your aunt sang that same tune to you over and over again…but destiny had better plans. And In a world where most people experienced death long before love, how could you deny fate when it came wrapped in a 6’3 package with a crimson bow on top..made men made the underground world go round and yours just so happened to be a bit off its axis..
Author: @nayaesworld
Made You Fall For Me 🎯
Summary: It had been two weeks since the anniversary of Mike’s death and Terry still beat himself up over it. Tired of Terry not letting you in, you join him in the shower and show him that he has a life to lead right here and now with you. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog
Author: @megamindsecretlair
Mafioso ⏳
Summary: Terry Richmond X OC!Marina
Author: @nayaesworld
Make Me Weak 📝📚
Summary: Desperately at your absolute limit, you decide to see one last therapist to try and help with your condition. After one session, Dr. Richmond manages to put you at ease, giving you enough tools to start you on your journey. As the exploration continues, your true hope is that you don’t get burned.
Author: @megamindsecretlair
Marked 🎯
Summary: ...
Author: @hotgrlcece
Merry Christmas from the Richmonds 🎯
Summary: terry is so sexy, but he's also technologically challenged.
Author: @kenshisluvrgirl
My Favorite Dork 🎯
Summary: “You’re such a dork!”
Author: @nayaesworld
My Funny Valentine 🎯⏳
Summary: You weren’t sure if this thing with Terry could survive outside of the cabin. But Terry lures you to Atlanta for a hot, steamy getaway this Valentine’s weekend. Once you join him, he takes you on the most romantic date you’ve ever been on and delivers on every single promise he made.
Author: @megamindsecretlair
My Little Secret 🎯
Summary: living next door to the cutest six year old had some benefits.
Author: @keyaho
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Naughty List 🎯
Summary: ...
Author: @hotgrlcece
Never Coming Home 🎯
Summary: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC
Author: @theereinawrites
New Year, Same Bullshit 🎯
Summary: Toxic Babydaddy!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC
Author: @theereinawrites
Not So Secret Santa 🎯
Summary: Eve Dillard’s favorite holiday has lost its sparkle since a painful breakup, leaving her to navigate another lonely Christmas. But when a familiar snow globe from a secret admirer resurfaces, she’s drawn back into the past. The gift leads her to reconnect with Terry Richmond, a high school friend and long-lost crush who’s returned from military service. As their reunion stirs up old feelings, Eve is reminded of the magic of the season and the possibility of rediscovered love.
Author: @brattyfics
A Neighborly Favor ✨
Summary: In which Terry answers a call.
Author: @slippinninque
NSFW Alphabet ✨
Summary: Do you know your ABCs?
Author: @kenshisluvrgirl
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Off the Beaten Path 📝⏳
Summary: Nivea Douglas takes Terry Richmond into her home after he saves her. Terry doesn’t want to be a burden, but Nivea insists.
Author: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes
Office Hours ✨
Summary: Professor!Terry
Author: @ripeandsoft
One Chance 🎯
Summary: Reader reconnects with her ex husband while living under the same roof.
Author: @nayaxwrites
One More Taste 🎯
Summary: You got it really bad for your fine-ass next-door neighbor and co-worker Terry Richmond, just an unhealthy obsession for him and it was his birthday, all you wanted was to make him yours. But will he be open to you? Turns out he was just as hooked as you were.
Author: @notapradagurl7
The One That Got Away 🎯
Summary: After globetrotting as a digital nomad for three years, Michaela Maxwell returns to her hometown and meets the man of her dreams in a soldier named Terry Richmond. The only problem is, dreams happen when one is asleep to the truth. In Michaela's case, she wakes up to the sad reality that Terry won't really be the happily-ever-after she desires if he cant let go of a past love.
Author: @uzumaki-rebellion
The Only One 🎯
Summary:...
Author: @miyuhpapayuh
Overnight Celebrity ✨
Summary: Pornstar!Terry x Pornstar!Reader
Author: @dxddykenn
Overtime ⌛️
Summary: it's damn near impossible to focus on his job when he's always five seconds away from committing an HR violation with his favorite employee.
Author: @kenshisluvrgirl
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Perfect Gentleman 🎯
Summary: Terry's been the perfect gentleman, maybe a little too gentle.
Author: @theblacklewinsky
Praise In Advance 🎯
Summary: is this man a demon? he’s rough, but controlled. blink and you’ll miss it.
Author: @keyaho
Professor Richmond 🎯
Summary: College student, Aaliyah, is obsessed with her Professor and tries to use what she has to get a favor out of him during the last class of the semester.
Author: @mymindisneverhere
P.S. I Love You 🎯
Summary: You suddenly receive letters that re open the wounds of grief. But they turn out for the better.
Author: @nahimjustfeelingit-writes
Pyro 🎯
Summary: Terry Richmond tries to get revenge on the family that is said to kill his cousin Mike. After the first two failed attempts, Terry sought to finally succeed at the next attempt. After all, third time's the charm, right?
Author: @simplyzeeka
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Quality Time ✨
Summary: Terry and his wife having sex for the first time since their baby was born
Author: @ripeandsoft
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Reminiscing 🎯
Summary: Terry falls in love with the reader all over again after seeing her in a dress that reminds him of when they first met. When they arrive home, he shows his appreciation.
Author: @nayaxwrites
R.E.L.L.S 📝📚
Summary: nami joins a bdsm community in hopes of finding a dominator/partner. she manages to snag Terry Richmond the most sought after and picky dominant in the community of their city.
Author: @keyaho
Richmond Inc 📝📚
Summary: When Terry Richmond, the formidable CEO of Richmond Inc., one of the world's most elite private security firms, sets his sights on recruiting Lorence as a director, he expects ambition, not defiance. She is sharp, skilled, and destined for leadership, but there is one problem. Working closer to Terry is the last thing she wants. He is intimidating, ruthless, and far too handsome for her peace of mind. He is a boss she would rather keep at a distance.
Author: @artsninspo
Ruffian 📝⏳
Summary: Ryan has been living a lonely life on her farm for a decade now. With no family to seek company from, she developed a routine with just her and her animals, something that soothed her loneliness. Until her happiness came back a little earlier than expected.
Author: @simplyzeeka
Rugged Whiskey ⏳
Summary: Terry Richmond X OC!Khia
Author: @nayaesworld
Ruined 🎯
Summary: See Ask. Story by @uniqueoutlierblog . Terry has been spending more time in the gym lately, preferring to retreat into his head like he often does. Tonight, however, you aim to take his mind off of his worries if only for a little while.
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