dark!Clark Kent x fem!reader • landlord au • blurb smut • obsession-coded • dubcon-adjacent • the resident 2011 vibes• he’s gentle but not sane
he’s not asking for money, he never was
the thing is clark doesn’t need your rent, quite frankly you could go months without paying a dime and he wouldn’t care. he’d still come and fix your sink the second it drips, and come personally deliver your mail to you. he’ll still leave groceries in front of your door whenever he “accidentally” buys too much of his own . while still calling you sweetheart in that soft voice, like you’re something fragile.
you honestly don’t know what to call this anymore. the way he’s so mesmerized by you and touches you. you do know that it’s something that’s on the brink of being unhealthy. because he fucks you like it’s the only way he knows how to breathe.
he’d do anything for you.
and tonight he wants one thing in return.
“you don’t have to pay ever again,” he whispers, thick inside you, arms locked around waist squeezing you as if he’s afraid you’d vanish. “ill take care of you. I always take care of you, don’t I?”
you nodded, eyes rolling at the back of your head. he does take care of you, maybe too much for you liking. and you should tell him to stop.
but you don’t.
you can’t. not when he’s making you feel like this.
not when his mouth is hungrily pressed against yours, his voice breaking while he tells you how good you are for him. how he’s wanted you since the day you moved in.
how you were meant to be his.
“you don’t need anyone else. just me. i’ll give you everything you need.” he grunts out, pushing in you even deeper as your moans grew. tilting your head back you leaving your neck exposed , clark didn’t waste any time immediately latching his mouth on your soft skin, sucking and biting. the bed creaks as the headboard knocks into the wall, his body is so big—so overwhelming and gentle in a way that feels scarier if he were too rough.
but you’re not scared.
you should be.
you should’ve never let it get this far. not after that first night, not after the second, and not after you heard him whisper your name when he thought you were asleep. the red flags were already there, practically being waved in your face that it was something off.
“i think about you all the time,” clark breathes out, bringing you back into reality. “you’re mine. you know that, don’t you?”
your whole body shudders.
you want to say no.
you want to say i don’t belong to anyone.
but your mouth doesn’t move. instead you wrap your legs around his waist tightly pulling him even closer.
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A skilled bounty hunter whose identity is based on never showing his face. Power. Restraint. Conflict. With him it's always complicated and intense, it feels gooood, it hurts. Dare I say, Din could have been made for intimate fanfiction. I've tracked down some "kinky" or dark smut fics because deep and dark just seems to suit him also, no? Most fics listed here are Din x female reader except where marked - that's what I could find. I note (variations on or deviations from this pairing), [why the fic made the cut if it's not obvious] and [if the author tagged as dddne - dead dove do not eat - explained here].
A Close Call cowboykylo69 on ao3 [rough sex]
Beg @amanitacowboy [edging]
Beyond My Skin, Deep In My Bones @djarins-wife [breeding kink, rough sex, spanking]
Bleed For Me series @saradika (mand’alor!vampire!din x f reader)
Beskar Doll series JustAGalWhoWrites on ao3 (brat tamer! Din x f reader)
Best Kept Secret Chapter Six: Torment series @lincolndjarin "din djarin is a little shit, helmet stays on" (bodyguard! Din x f reader)
Close Quarters cptnbvcks on ao3 (dom! Din x f reader)
Colosseum Capers @beefrobeefcal (Din x Dieter Bravo x f reader)
Darkness Trilogy series @queenofslowburn (demon! Din x witch! reader)
Despoliation Of The Flesh series @djarinmuse (possessed! Din) [dddne]
Din's Kitten @honeybunnyale ["darkish! fic"]
Deep Into The Wilderness mandoinevarro on ao3 [sex pollen]
Fifteen series @whocaresstillthelouvre (Din x cam girl reader au)
Grip mandoandyodito on ao3 [dry humping, wet dream]
Heresy @kewwrites (demon! Din x f reader) [dddne]
How To Touch @petalsinblood ["Din has nipple piercings"]
Hyperspace Nights series @jedijesi (rough Din! x f reader)
In A Perfect World, You Love Me @theidiotwhowritesthings [forced drug, hallucinations]
In The Dead Of Night @kedsandtubesocks (creature cowboy! Din x f reader)
Interlude: Burn in My Bloodstream @prolix-yuy (Din x f reader, Din x Xi'an)
Ignite @withmyloveasyourgarden [sex pollen]
Kinktober Day 2: Din Djarin - deep throating, rope play with Din Djarin @paulyenvol6
Kinktober Day 3: dark!din djarin x fem!reader @darkuselesssomebody [sex pollen, dddne]
Kinktober Day 11: Din Djarin October 11 – punishment, spanking with Din Djarin @paulyenvol6
Kinktober 14 – somnophilia with Din Djarin @paulyenvol6
Kinktober Day 23: Din Djarin October 23 – boot licking, cock worship with Din Djarin @paulyenvol6
Leading Blindly @pascalispretty (virgin! Din x sex worker f reader)
Limitless | D.D. @honeybunnyale ["t.w. : Dark fic, Smut (with a robot that looks like Dinny Din Din >:)), Breeding Kink, Angst, Din and reader are both insane for each other"]
Like A Moth To The Flame series @the-scandalorian (monster! Din x f reader)
Mand'alor Cabur nautilicious on ao3 (Din x Boba Fett)
Mandalorian's Mercy // bonus content: din's poc series @silver-pieces (alpha!Din x omega!cis!woman!reader)
Mutual @the-scandalorian (sex worker!Din x f reader)
Prisoner - Part 1 @almostempty (Din x f bounty hunter reader)
Quarry series AK_Vintage on ao3 (Din x f prisoner reader)
Riduur in Training @absurdthirst [sexual grooming, training]
Rule Maker, Rule Breaker mandoinevarro on ao3 [bondage, face fucking, etc.]
Rough Day series no-droids on ao3 ["Summary: When you woke up this morning, you didn’t really think it would be a 'fixing Mando’s knife wound and then giving him a handjob' kind of day"]
Secrets @absurdthirst (virgin! Din x f reader)
Shadows @burntheedges (monster! Din x f reader)
Sorgan Girls Are Easy- Solo Din Djarin murder-wife-deactivated20250628
Silent Genesis @sp00kymulderr [light choking]
Take Me To Church series on ao3 @frannyzooey is reworking to republish on Tumblr ["set in a brothel in the 1800s in the Wild West", Threesome F/F/M]
Take Your Time @ghostofaboy (Din x Cobb Vanth)
That Time Again @orcasoul [fluff but periods]
The Apostate Ch 1 series murder-wife-deactivated20250628 (fallen angel! Din, later chapters x ofc)
The Might Of The Realm @604to647 [bath sex]
The Way To A Great Wide Somewhere @myownwholewildworld (beast! Din x f reader)
The Throne @absurdthirst [pregnancy kink, breeding kink]
The Visitor Part 1 @whocaresstillthelouvre (husband din x omc! Jedi Kalel x f reader)
The Storm @frannyzooey (Ezra x Frankie Morales x Din Djarin x f!reader)
This Is The Tea @yespolkadotkitty [sex pollen]
Tight @frannyzooey [“'I don’t want you to wear anything but this when you sleep in my bed, okay?'”]
Told Before and Told Again @kiwisbell [sex pollen, "fuck or die"]
Torment series @djarinmuse ["They are both trapped and their captor has dark plans for them"]
Unexpectedly Mated @absurdthirst (alpha!Din x f!omega!Reader) [knotting]
Unfettered @the-scandalorian [sex pollen, use of restraints, "sex-pollened!Mando gets scary"]
Unrestrained @the-scandalorian [sex pollen, alternate version of Unfettered - if the chains broke]
Untitled or response to ask "A din that hasnt seen tits since he was 25, let alone TOUCHED THEM" @here-briefly
Untitled or "inspired by time for a haircut, king" @djarinmuse [masturbation] (Din x GN reader)
Welcome Home | D.D. @honeybunnyale ["Dark-fic!...Jealous, Possessive, implied crazy Din"]
Whispers In The Dark 2.0 series @kewwrites (dark! Din x f reader) [dddne]
You Were Marked series @handspunyarns (Din x *reverse age gap* *plus-sized* *fem* *afab* O/C) [dddne]
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
I listened to My Din YT Playlist while making this and had the best time.
Disclaimer: I haven't read all of these yet, I'm just feeling the vibes. Thank you to the authors - I tried to tag only once but Tumblr's not cooperating - if you'd rather not have your work mentioned please let me know. Din won't mind ;-P
Kyle’s laugh is so nice. He smells so nice. Everything about him is so nice. You’re so glad he’s friends with your boyfriend. You giggle as you tip further into his side and he catches you.
“Oh you’re flying, babes,” he purrs, kissing you between your eyebrows.
His lips feel so nice, and your body is so warm and heavy that you don’t question why he’s kissed you at all. When he drags a thumb over your lips, you can’t help the shiver that rolls through your whole body. Somewhere off to the side, Simon laughs.
“Helpin’ y’self, Garrick?”
“Just a little taste,” Kyle chuckles against your mouth as your vision goes a little dim. “Don’t think she’ll mind.”
summary: It’s been three months since you broke up with Joan. But Joan Ferguson doesn’t believe in breakups.
*****
It’s been three months since you broke up with Joan. Why? Because while her possessive nature was seductive when you first started dating, it eventually became toxic.
Suffocating you in a way that was no longer "sexy." It began under the guise of protection: her demanding your passwords and full access to your accounts. Then, it evolved into her picking apart everything you said, constantly doubting your faithfulness.
It all came to a head when you realized that loving Joan Ferguson meant accepting her version of "oneness," which required abandoning your privacy and merging your mind entirely with hers.
So, one night…
Joan is at the kitchen island, elegantly de-seeding a pomegranate. She’s wearing a white silk robe, looking clean and composed. A glass of dark red wine sits untouched nearby. You walk in late. As the door thuds shut, the tension in the spacious living room makes the air feel suddenly cramped.
“Three hours and twelve minutes. I hope the conversation at the pub was riveting enough to justify the… tactical silence? Or did your phone coincidentally die the moment you stepped inside?” Joan slices through the atmosphere with a smirk, not once looking up from her task.
“I was just out with Sarah, love. I didn’t think I needed to provide a minute-by-minute transcript. It’s Friday; I believe I'm entitled to some time on my own.”
Joan stops. She sets the knife down with a soft, metallic clink and finally looks at you. Her expression is one of amused pity. “Sarah. The one with the wandering hands and the mediocre intellect? How refreshing for you.” She offers you a sarcastic smile.
You pinch the bridge of your nose, knowing this won't die down anytime soon. “She’s my friend. And I’m tired of this interrogation every time I breathe air you haven’t filtered first.”
Joan chuckles softly. “Darling, if I were interrogating you, you’d be sweating, and I’d be much less charming. I’m simply curious why you feel the need to keep little... pockets of your life tucked away from me.” dropping each line with a light and tender tone.
“It’s called privacy, Joan,” you cut her off.
“No, it’s called deceit wrapped in a prettier ribbon,” Joan responds bitingly, her tone dropping into a dangerous register. She begins to walk toward you, her movements slow and deliberate.
“I am not deceiving you, Joan! How many times do we have to—”
“I saw the way you tucked your phone away when I walked into the room this morning. Like a teenager hiding a dirty magazine. It’s beneath you. And frankly, it’s an insult to my intelligence to think I wouldn’t notice the change in your pulse every time you get a notification.”
You try to control your voice, but the weight of this repeating pattern is too much. “My pulse changes because I’m scared of how you’re going to react! I changed my passcode because I wanted one thing, just one thing! that was mine.”
Joan stops inches from you. She reaches out and grabs your shirt, jerking you forcibly toward her. Her eyes are razor-sharp. “What’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is yours. That was the agreement, wasn't it?”
You reach for her wrist, trying to pry her fingers from the fabric. “You’re suffocating me.”
With a dry, sarcastic laugh, Joan pulls you so close that you can feel the heat of her words on your skin. “Oh, don't be so dramatic. You said you loved me. You wanted someone to see you, to REALLY see you. Well, here I am. I see everything. I see the thoughts you haven’t even had the courage to voice yet. And now, suddenly, you don't want me?”
She shoves you backward, her hand still tight on your collar, forcing you to retreat as she advances. “Why would you want a 'private life' unless you were planning on filling it with someone else? Are we not enough? Am I not providing enough... stimulation for you every night we fuck? Do I not protect you from the world? And that... 'friend' of yours? Sarah, wasn’t it? Does she love you better than I do? Does she fuck you better?!”
You are crying now, the sob breaking out of your chest. The sound seems to snap Joan out of her heated rage. Her eyes instantly soften into a look of calculated fear and regret. She lets go of your collar, her hands shaking as she tries to smooth out the crumpled fabric of your shirt.
“Oh, honey…
Honey, I’m sorry…
I’m so sorry, baby…”
Your chest heaves with sobs.
“I was just scared,” she adds softly, leaning down to look you straight in the eye. She cradles your face in both hands, her thumbs tenderly wiping the tears from your cheeks. She plants several soft, lingering kisses on your cheeks, your eyelids, and finally your lips.
When you finally gather your strength, you take her hands and firmly pull them away from your face.
“I can’t do this, Joan. I’m leaving.”
And so, yes. you broke up with her.
For the last three months, Joan replayed her memories of you on a loop. She thought of that night at the bar. she didn’t "do" bars, usually finding them unsanitary. But she went because you asked.
She remembered being crammed into that vinyl booth, watching your head tilt back as you laughed, your eyes crinkling at the corners. It was a genuine, unguarded moment, and you were laughing at something she had said.
Then there was the time you walked side-by-side down the grocery aisle after a grueling day at work. She remembered the rare, cooling sense of peace she felt just being near you.
She thought of the night you had a nightmare and she calmed you, holding you in her arms until you fell back asleep. In the silence of that room, she had vowed to herself that she would never let anything hurt you; she would kill a hundred, or a thousand more just to keep you safe and happy by her side.
She remembered the sweet, gentle kisses you exchanged before heading out, and the ones you shared after making love until you both drifted off.
Until Joan couldn't take the silence anymore.
Now, her living room is dimly lit. She wears the same white silk robe from the night you left. It’s a choice that feels less like a coincidence and more like a ritual. Seated perfectly upright on her gray leather couch, she swirls a glass of whiskey, watching the amber liquid catch the light before taking a measured sip.
The only illumination in the room comes from the cold glow of the television.
On the screen, she is watching a tape of the two of you having sex.
The footage is high-definition, captured from a fixed, elevated angle. It is a recording you both consented to making, yet in this light, it looks like evidence. It is intimate, rawly so. The sounds of the video fill the silent room: the friction of skin, the rhythmic creak of the bed, and then, the specific sound Joan has bookmarked.
“Joan… please… Joan,” you say on the recording, your voice thin and breathless.
Joan’s thumb hovers over the remote. With a subtle click, she jumps the video back ten seconds.
She watches you again. More specifically, she studies you. She observes the way your fingers dig into her back, the way your head throws back to expose the vulnerable line of your throat, and the way she sinks her teeth into a love bite just under your jaw. She fixates on that "needy" hitch in your breath, the one you always tried to hide, but that she always managed to draw out.
“There it is,” she whispers against the rim of her glass before bringing it to her lips.
She hits play. On the screen, the climax of the video peaks. Your voice is a frantic whisper, muffled against her neck, but the words are unmistakable: “I love you. I love you so much. I’m yours.” On-screen, Joan kisses you tenderly, her tongue brushing against your lips in a slow, skillful possessive claim.
Joan hits PAUSE.
The frame freezes on your face. Your eyes are fixed on her, your expression shattered by pleasure and complete, utter surrender to HER.
She stares at the frozen image of your vulnerability. Her expression isn’t one of sadness or heartbreak; it is the look of a scientist confirming a fundamental law of nature. A small, chilling smirk touches the corner of her mouth.
“Three months of silence. Three months of 'privacy,'” she says to the empty room. “But we both know you're just playing a part right now. This 'breakup' is just a performance.”
She gestures broadly to the space around her, the silent, immaculate house where you no longer live with her. “This... is just a stage. And I am a very patient director.”
She presses the LOOP button.
“...please… Joan… I love you… I’m yours…”
Joan closes her eyes for a moment, letting the audio of your submission wash over her like a prayer. She takes another sip of whiskey, settling in to watch the loop for the twelfth time that night.
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The night had grown colder and darker, you had realized. It was like driving into the abyss, into nothing. Even the stars had disappeared. Like they knew they couldn't be your guide by the end of the night.
The road ahead of you was lit up by occasional streetlights, though some areas would remain basked in the dark. Only with the help of your headlights were you able to see.
There weren't many cars ahead or beside you on the road at this time of night. But there were still a few.
The town you resided in felt eerie in a way, haunted almost. Or maybe you just believed that because it was surrounded by looming trees. You loved it regardless. It was where you truly felt like you belonged.
There were mountains on the far edge of town, you could see them from your apartment. Distant but beautiful.
During the days it was mostly foggy. The trees seemed endless. Bright, sunny days were rare.
You looked at the time in your car and sighed. It was currently 12 in the night. You're usually at home in your pajamas, bingeing a show at this time. All you wanted was to go home and fall into bed. Be overwhelmed with comfort. Your feet hurt and you were ready for the day to be over.
You'd been driving home from your workplace-your cafè you'd put your soul into. You'd opened it with your best friend after dreaming about it for years since you were younger.
You served many drinks and some sweets. And it seemed to attract enough people to keep your business alive.
You driving home this late was because of closing later than usual, not to mention all the restocking you were behind on. Along with that, it got busy on Saturday nights.
The drive wasn’t too long. You lived about 15 minutes away.
Once again, the area you passed through was basked in darkness. It almost felt like they forgot to put streetlights by the road here. You relied on your headlights once again and knew you’d need to change into the lane to your right since that’s where you turn next. There were barely any cars now, you'd be fine.
You were lost in your thoughts. Tired, but awake and aware enough to drive. Or so you'd thought.
You were thinking of how you'd spend your day off tomorrow. Whether you should run errands or take a day to yourself.
It all really did happen so fast.
One moment you were changing lanes and the next, you crashed.
Because of the dark, barely lit area, your brain hadn't comprehended the black truck in your blind spot, even with its headlights on.
It had came speeding by, out of nowhere almost. And in the blink of an eye, you unfortunately had crashed right into it.
The impact was unpleasant. Since both you and the other driver were driving much faster than the speed limit — because of the nearly empty road, It caused your passenger side to roughly collide with their truck, and push them further to the right.
You slammed your brakes. It happened too fast and became a blur even seconds after. You really hadn't meant to do that.
… what did I do…?!! Your heart was in your stomach.
You were a shy, quiet girl your whole life. Your business thrived because your best friend was the extrovert. Making social connections to promote. You on the other hand, did more of the internal work.
Big situations always made you feel like your heart would collapse or burst out of your chest. And this took the cake.
The world felt like it slowed down but it didn’t. It never did.
Moments after, you saw the truck slowly pull over to the side. Rather, your “victim”.
With shaking hands, you regained control out of pure adrenaline and did the same.
The impact hadn't hurt you, thankfully. The damage to your car you weren't sure of. Nor were you sure of the other person.
What you could see in this state, was that everything remained in one piece. At least nothing seemed to have fell apart. But it sure felt like you were about to.
.. you could’ve killed them… You told yourself.
You didn’t know what to think. You were just sorry. You could cry. But you wouldn’t do that now.
Abruptly putting the car in park, and leaving it on, you got out on trembling legs. You walked yourself to the truck you'd hit, which was pulled over distantly in front of your car.
You could barely think straight. Your eyes blurred as occasional cars on the road flashed by.
You saw the truck’s door open, and prepared to apologize like your life depended on it. Based on your experience, truck owners were known to be somewhat unforgiving.
Once, when you had just started driving, you almost ran into one while leaving a parking lot. You heard some new, vile curses that day.
Oh, this person would get you killed for sure.
As you processed your doom, your eyes watered and couldn't see clearly, you hadn't processed the large, intense man getting out. Fuming.
"I-I’m so sorry! I don't know why I did that!! I swear on my life.. I didn't see you! I never meant to!”
Upon seeing you, a fragile, young girl. His brain short circuited. He hadn’t expected this.
Your black top and baby pink skirt. You did love dressing cute to work.
Your hair was long. Shiny.
You were like a doll. But looked like you'd fall apart if someone took something away from you.
That didn’t matter now. He still felt undeniable anger.
But, he didn't say what he was originally going to. Didn't curse at you like he thought he would at the stupid fucker who'd hit his car at this time of night. He just rubbed his face in frustration and scoffed.
“Fuck.”
Your distressed expression reminded him of a vulnerable deer. Like the ones he’s hunted. It ignited the same thrill in him, he almost wanted to hunt you. Wanted to push you into his truck and make you pay right then and there. And he wasn’t going to let you run off.
Hearing a scoff and a hard voice, your eyes became clearer to make out the person you could've potentially harmed.
Cruel. He looked cruel. He was older definitely. Rugged and stern. Much bigger than you too. If he decided to strangle you on the spot out of rage, you’d stand no chance. It’d be the end of you.
You stood at a distance, yes, but with someone like him, that didn’t matter.
You didn’t understand the way he eyed you, his gaze heavy. Like he just discovered something new. For a split second, a small smirk appeared on his face, but you missed it. His face went back to becoming stoic.
He was attractive, yes. But that wasn’t important. Not when you were so overwhelmed.
The air had made you feel warmer, even when it was cold out. Your palms became sweaty. Your clothes felt suffocating, and not just because of the situation you were in. No, something felt off.
Being on a dark road with this man would cause no good. But upon the situation, what could you do? When it's your fault. You brushed it off.
"I... I'll pay you! I'll pay you to fix the damages..." You walked close enough to see the damage you did, cautious enough to not get close to where he stood, only close enough to see. Legs still shaking, you saw there weren't any dents or heavy damage. Only deep scratches. It could’ve been worse.. right?
“I'll- i’ll do anything! are you going to report this..?"
You obviously had a horrible choice of words. Your nerves heightened. Before you'd continue on with your mindless begging, he cut you off.
"Anything huh?" He almost mocked you. "Stupid girl. You don't say that to random men."
“..What?-”
"Yeah. You understand what I’m sayin’ little girl? Or are ya’ too dumb?” He raised a brow. “You even supposed to be drivin’? Show me your id.”
You were beyond baffled at how this man was addressing you.
“Little...!? I'm fucking 21! Don’t talk to me like that!" You were also very much distressed. “…And what would you need to see my id for?”
"Huh. You got a mouth on you. It won't do you any good. Now, don’t run that mouth. I said show me your id. Or I might just have to report ya. Wanna sit your pretty ass in jail, doll?" He was definitely terrifying now. The way he talked to you, the way he looked.
Strangely enough, there were no cars flashing through anymore. You both stood secluded in the dark. Only able to see because of the moonlight and your cars lights.
This wasn’t right. Being alone with someone like this.
"I... that’s not necessary.. Just give me an amount! I'll pay it I'm telling you!!” You had to figure a way out of this. You were anxious more than guilty now.
"10,000."
..."What? But... the damage isn't half bad for it to cost 10 thousand." Is he messing with you?
"Y'know anything 'bout fixin cars, girl?"
"No, but-"
"Then shut the fuck up. I asked you to get somethin'. Not gonna do it? Then y'better get ready to spend your days going to court."
That shut you up. You really were naive.
The truth was he wouldn't dare call any type of law enforcement near him. Why would he do such a thing to himself? It was almost laughable.
Besides, the worst that would happen is you getting ticketed. They don’t arrest people for small accidents like this.
You knew that, didn’t you? But he said it with such certainty, you believed it.
Your eyes wandered. You forgot about his empty threats because it only got worse. Your gaze had lowered to his black shirt. Clinging to his muscled build, biceps on display. It would’ve flustered you in any other circumstance. But not now. Not when your heart skipped a beat because of another detail.
That stain on the inside of his arm. You didn’t catch that before. It was red, smudged.
You became aware how of how he didn’t look the most clean, smudges of dirt along his skin and clothes.
But that. It couldn’t be…blood?
Seemed like he missed a spot. Oops.
You quickly looked up, silently praying he hadn’t caught that. Praying that you could be smart about this. You were terrified. Of HIM. Had you realized too late??
“..o-okay. I’ll get it for you.." You slowly backed away, to your car.
He nodded stiffly.
You needed to stall. You needed to do something.
This was all going horribly wrong. No, HE was horribly wrong. Sure, you could brush it off, think that it’s his own blood. Were you quick to assume? Maybe he got hurt?
No. Don't be foolish . It wasn't his blood…He had no wound in sight.
You knew it. The way he looked at you. Like you could easily become his prey. He was a dangerous man. He did bad things. It was practically in the air.
You could show him your id, maybe he wouldn't do anything if you listened right? That didn’t seem right either. Why would he want to see it?
As you walked to your car, your instincts were on high alert. Every step you took felt heavy. But you didn’t care anymore. You had to do something. Your gut screamed at you for it.
You reached your car. He came closer, but still at a distance. You released a breath you’d been holding.
Your id, he had said.
You grabbed your bag. Feeling around for your wallet.
Instead, your hand made contact with the pepper spray you always kept.
Your hands trembled. Your heart rate increased. That was it. You had to be bolder than you felt.
Out of everything, this couldn’t be your Saturday night. Right..?
But it was.
“It don’t take this long to get your fucking id card, stupid girl.” His voice cut through the silence. Closer now. Interrupting your escape plan.
Fuck.
“ ‘m getting it!! One minute..!”
You had to do it. You had to pepper spray him and leave. Leave before he knows that you know. As fast as you fucking can.
The only problem was, he knew you had seen his little mistake.
as you guys can see, my latest fixation is the man himself and he probably will be for a while so i thought i'd make a separate masterlist for him to make navigation easier. anything aaron or terry related will be found on here and everything else on my main masterlist (linked)
quick reminder that i write for black readers only and i do predominantly write smut and dark fics so 18+ readers for everything, MDNI
smut will be indicated with **
ordinarily my ask box would be closed for any kind of request but seeing how aaron is my current obsession, it will be open for any blurbs and headcanons but not full fics atm. i do reserve the right to ignore or decline if i feel like it is out of my depths, inappropriate etc but if any of my mutuals or writers in general see the ask and want to take it up then they are more than welcome to !
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as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated as well as feedback and if you want to join the taglist, either comment or send me an ask - other than that though...happy reading 🥰
last updated: 31st december 2025
Aaron Pierre
Aaron Pierre - Running Home
Aaron Pierre - Playing with Fire**
Aaron Pierre - The Reunion. Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5 ** Pt 6 (complete)
Aaron Pierre - The Games We Play **
Aaron Pierre - Unravelled **
Terry Richmond
Terry Richmond - Welcome to the Neighbourhood **
Terry Richmond - Shades of Red **
Terry Richmond - Lessons in Obsessions **
Terry Richmond - Caught In The Act **
Terry Richmond - Friction & Flames **
Terry Richmond - A Symphony of Sin ** (part 2 to Lessons in Obsessions)
Terry Richmond - I Spy **
Terry Richmond - Tequila Temptations **
Terry Richmond - Made for Me **
Terry Richmond - Confinement **
Terry Richmond - NSFW Alphabet **
Terry Richmond - Spellbound
Terry Richmond - By His Rules **
Requests
Aaron x Reader in a couple's interview
Aaron x Reader - Red Carpet Romance
Aaron x Reader - teasing and jealousy on holiday **
