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guys what if jaafar surprises you and invites one of your favorite soccer players (jude bellingham) to have you for a night…he watches first then joins in!! would yall read that?? 👀
The party was packed both the backyard and the living room were full of people talking and dancing. It was almost dizzying hearing everyone’s conversation as you walked by to find Jackie.
where is he?
after the 15th excuse me, you found him nursing a drink in the backyard
“there’s my Jackie bear!” your smile turns into a scowl as he makes eye contact with you then looks away.
“Jackie!”
“Shh”
“Why do I have to shh?!” you turned your head to the side in complete shock at his attitude
“See now you’re making a scene”
“You just ignored me!”
His old friend came over and jokingly put his arm around him “Jackie bear…that’s new” his friend cackles, “and here i’m thinking you player but nah you’re Jackie bea-“
Jackie shrugs him off “that’s enough man, she was just leaving too”
You were pissed.
Jackie could tell and went to follow up with a sorry excuse but you cut him off
“no we were just leaving” you grab his cup and set it down before grabbing his hand.
“baby-“
“let’s go”
you held his hand as you made your way through the crowd ignoring the “where you going? Party just started” and the “you must be in trouble sig, don’t let her run ya now”
You drive him to your house, his car would be fine where it was.
You cut through the silence with a steady voice, “so you don’t like my nickname? If it makes you that embarrassed I’ll just give it to someone else…“
“I like the nickname mama,” he groaned
“then why did you ignore me?”
“ ‘m sorry” he tried to touch your thigh but you smacked his hand hard
Jackie knew what type of night it would be.
When you got to your house he followed you around trying to keep his hands to his side. He is so used to charming his way out of things that he doesn’t know what to do with himself…that’s why you have to tell him.
“Go sit on my bed and wait for me”
“baby don’t get crazy-“
“Now!” you point as you watch him go in the door.
You walk in pleased to see Jackie sitting there with his hands in his lap.
“so handsome” you stand over him and run your hand down his face to his neck.
“Thank you mama, Let me apolog-“
“When I call you, you answer” your finger nails softly grazed the side of his neck.
“yes ma’am I understand-“ his eyes close as he tries to steady his breath.
“if you understand then why did you ignore me? that hurt my feelings Jackie, I gave you that name special” you pout then sigh shaking your head in mock disappointment.
Jackie panicked, “please don’t be upset with me! the guys make fun of me for that stuff even though it’s special”
“You care what they think more than you care about your girlfriend?”
“no no no baby I’m not saying that-“
“Baby?” you started to take off your clothes causing his breath to quicken, words halting in his throat.
“I mean no mama, I don’t care about them more. I was being stupid”
“uh huh”
“I don’t deserve you” his voice was pleading “but I need you anyway”
“needing me but dismissed me at the same time? Jackie you need to make up your mind…”
you were fully undressed as you pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him.
he whispered something in amazement.
“speak up”
“lemme taste”
“you will, but your hands are gonna stay where they are”
he wanted to beg thinking his embarrassment would make you reconsider but you weren’t going for that.
“yes ma’am”
you sunk down on to his face and he instantly moaned. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your core
he stuck his tongue out flat and you grinded down on his face
“just like that” you held on to the headboard and leaned forward
Jackie wanted to close his eyes and let you take over all his senses but you looked too good for him to act on it.
when he started the sucking motions you almost forgot that you were mad at him, he was hoping you would too. He started to move his hands to his jeans rubbing over the bulge that was getting uncomfortably hard.
“don’t you fucking dare!” you reached back and smacked his hand again
he mumbled some sort of apologies as you sped up
“Sig Im gonna c-“
the vibrations of his moans finished you off
you sit back on his lower stomach and take a good look at him
as he’s licking you off of his lips you run your hand over the slight damp patch under his zipper and he whimpers
“you don’t need to be like that baby, I get it! i’ll answer to whatever you call me”
you don’t say anything you just tug his pants and boxers down
Jackie calls your name and throws his head back against the pillows
you pump him in your hands a few times before getting on top and sinking down on his entire length.
“you’re not gonna cum until I say” you roll your hips slowly and grab his chin “I’m not playin either Jackie”
You knew you would get off faster than him anyway, especially since you still felt sensitive from his mouth.
“Yes ma’am”
The room was filled with both you and Jackie’s moans and the sound of your juices starting to soak the sheets
“oh shit!” your nails dug into his shoulders, you were so close
“please let me cum with you,” he started to thrust up matching your rhythm
“you want to baby?”
“yes!”
with one more bounce your vision went white as you spasmed around him, though you still had your right mind and got off him quick ruining his release
“should’ve thought about that before you made me look stupid” you give him a kiss and dodge his grasp taking the sheet with you, leaving him flat on his back sweating and calling your name.
Could we possibly get another Hallorann fanfic? 👀 🤍
I’m sooo glad you asked!! 🙂↕️🤍
Warnings: MDNI 18+ not proofread
your eyes dart to the doorknob slowly twisting open, 1 am…not bad considering what his job puts him through
He locks up and sighs trudging into the doorway
“Rough day baby?”
“Mhm” he sits beside you on the couch and pulls you on his lap “you make it so much better though, lord knows…”
You laugh and place kisses down hallorann’s face to his neck
“wanna get to bed?”
some of the tiredness left his voice as he fumbled with your shirt “nah, right here’s fine with me”
He’s so attentive!! you don’t even need to use your own words. not that you could
“Where’s your head sweetheart? You with me?”
You weren’t, it would be impossible when he’s fucking you this good, this deep
you can only moan out incoherent pleas if pure lust as you feel him kiss your forehead
Hallorann grinned looking down at you
“I could just check…” the notion of him combing through your mind right now made you shy. You already looked needy, biting back moans and rolling your body against his. That paired with your thoughts would leave you looking downright pathetic.
“but I think I have an idea, I mean look at how your pulling me in. You needed this more than I thought,” he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in
“my poor baby”
you whine and cover your face at his teasing
“c’mon lemme see that pretty face”
you held on to him, each stroke making you more dizzy than before
“I know baby I know, don’t have to do anything but take it”
He also knows what to say in a crisis…Derry isn’t the ‘safest’ place. He wants you to know he’s got you.
“Baby I know what I saw!” you fold your arms in disbelief that he would question if you really did see an old woman holding a red balloon sitting in the park smiling unnaturally wide
“you know what,” you grab a newspaper and start to put it up to the window “while i’m tryna explain myself to you, she could’ve got someone to follow me” your eyes scan the table for tape.
Hallorann keeps his cool. Trust that he believes you but telling you that there’s an evil entity in the town he brought you to live in isn’t the smartest idea right now.
He takes the newspaper from your hands and sets it back down
“so you’re just gonna let your wife get stalked and maimed by the smiling lady?!”
“Listen” he pulls you closer by your waist “breathe”
you roll your eyes still feeling like you aren’t being taken seriously.
“I’m not saying you didn’t see that, what I’m saying is when you’re with me it’s nothing to worry about”
“This isn’t military stuff baby…” you start to tear up “it’s weird here! Haunted-“
“have some faith in me my love”
So when would it be a good time to bring up the clown that’s obsessed with your man?
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I will never stop talking about this or reminding all the amazing Black writers in this fandom just how talented, creative, and appreciated you are. 🫶🏾
Please keep doing what you're doing. Your stories matter, your voices matter, and this fandom is better because you're here.
Note: I discover new writers in this fandom all the time, so I know I definitely haven't found every amazing Black writer out there yet. If you didn't get tagged, this absolutely applies to you too.
And if you know a Black writer I missed, tag them! I'd love to check out their work and give them some love.
Lastly, to any Black writer who's been doubting whether they should write that story or post that fic: do it. Someone out there is waiting for a story that only you can tell.
Warnings: MDNI 18+ you know the drill 🫡 not proofread srry bb
PervyBsf!Marlon who couldn’t handle it after he talked up a big game
you wrap your legs around his waist tight to keep him from pulling out and tilt your hips forward to meet his uncoordinated thrusts.
“What’s wrong Mar?”
He just shakes his head, mind fuzzy that you let him do this in the first place
“you feel so good mama, so soft- lemme just taste you“ he was so close to cumming early and he didn’t want to mess up his chances for a second time
you smile and tighten around him
“You wanted me like this remember?”
PervyBsf!Marlon shyly asks to take your panties home after
PervyBsf!Marlon looks at the pink polka dot pair in his hands with pure adoration and worship. It was a symbol of growth in your friendship. He groans thinking about how you let him take the panties down your warm thighs and stepped out of them before pushing his face into your core.
Now that you let PervyBsf!Marlon be intimate with you it’s all he thinks about! Even when laying next to you in bed his hands find their way under his pajama pants trying to get the same relief he had the first time.
It doesn’t feel the same so he kisses you awake and asks you to help him out
Warnings: MDNI 18+, sort of bratty reader, OldMan!Jackie, desk sex, very short ramble
AN: Hope yall enjoy! i’m still taking requests at the moment🤍🤍
As i’ve said many many times before I think OldMan!Jackie lets you run everything. If you want him you can have him no questions asked…
Yes, even when he has an over the phone meeting.
“No, I’m not busy” he rubs his warm hand down your back in circles and you rolled your hips slow feeling every inch of him
Jackie pulls a notepad from his desk drawer and and starts writing stuff down
you put your hand around the side of his neck and started to move faster
“oh my goddd!”
He called your name gently, as a way to remind you he was still on the phone.
“Sorry lemme just turn the TV down…” he looks at you sternly and goes back to writing
You continued to bounce on him but you couldn’t move as much as you wanted having your back so close to the desk
Jackie noticed your frustration and put the pen down
You thought he was going to stop you, but when your eyes went wide and you mouthed your apologies he shook his head and motioned you to lay on the desk.
He kissed your ankle and slid into you slow smiling at how pretty you looked
“Yeah im still here, I thought we weren’t gonna do the mahogany chests?”
You pouted and moved your fingers to your clit silently cursing his furniture company for stealing his attention
Your voice started out softly begging but when he continued to talk on the phone you got louder again
“please sir! want it faster”
To your surprise he sped up and quickly told the man they’d talk later
“baby, are you that needy? You know how to wait”
Your nails dug into the wood, hoping they wouldn’t chip
“but I had you first sig!”
Jackie smiled and pushed your legs back further, “you’re so possessive…”
why do you write for black readers only if you still get hate? wouldn't it be easier to just write for everybody or make everybody feel included
No.
It probably would be easier, but that's not why I started writing in the first place.
I started writing Black reader fanfiction because I wanted to see myself in the stories I was reading. Growing up and even now, a lot of fanfiction felt like it was written with a white reader in mind, whether that was intentional or not. I wanted to create a space where Black women could open a fic and immediately feel like, "Oh, this was written with me in mind."
The hate doesn't change that.
For a long time, fanfiction has centered white experiences. White writers can write exactly how they want to write. They can describe blushing, someone's face turning red, gripping something until their knuckles turn white, running fingers through straight hair, or any number of experiences that are specific to the characters they're writing, and nobody expects them to stop and make sure every single reader can relate.
But when Black writers do the same thing, we're suddenly expected to make our stories "inclusive for everyone." We're expected to write in a way where anybody can insert themselves into the story, even though that same expectation has rarely been placed on anyone else.
That's the double standard I don't agree with.
Representation isn't about excluding other people. It's about creating something for a community that has historically had to search a lot harder to find itself in fanfiction. White readers already have countless stories where they can see themselves. Black readers deserve spaces where they don't have to imagine themselves into the story because they're already there.
So no, I don't plan on stopping. I'll keep writing the stories I wish I'd had to read, and hopefully they'll make another Black girl feel seen the way I wanted to feel seen.
Also, my stories are still public. I'm not stopping anybody from reading them. I
've had readers tell me they're Latino, Asian, and from all kinds of different backgrounds, and they still enjoy my stories because a good story is a good story. I write with a Black reader in mind, but if someone who isn't Black chooses to read it and enjoys it, that's completely fine.
If seeing a Black reader makes someone uncomfortable, I think that's something worth reflecting on. My story existing isn't the problem.
Black stories deserve to exist without constantly having to justify why they exist. I don't think Black writers should have to explain why we write Black readers any more than anyone else has to explain who they write for.
It's also about authenticity. I write from my own perspective and experiences, so naturally that's going to show up in my stories. I'd rather write something that feels genuine than try to water it down so it fits everyone. The specificity is part of what makes the stories feel real to me.
Seeing other Black writers made a huge difference for me. It showed me that there was space for stories like mine and encouraged me to start posting my own work. I hope my blog does the same thing for another Black writer who's thinking about sharing theirs.
At the end of the day, readers have choices. Fanfiction is huge. There are thousands of incredible writers out there, all writing different kinds of stories. Nobody has to read mine if they don't want to, and that's okay. I don't expect every story to be written for me either.
And honestly, I write for myself first. I write the stories I wish I'd had when I first started reading fanfiction. The fact that other people connect with them is something I'm incredibly grateful for, but the reason I started writing was because I wanted to create the representation I was looking for.
Lastly, I just want to show some love to other Black writers in the community. I'm going to tag a few of my favorites below. If you're reblogging this, feel free to tag some of your favorite Black writers too. I'd love for more people to discover them and support their work.
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Warnings:MDNI 18+, Manipulation, Not proofread yet
PervyBsf!Jermaine buys clothes and has you try them on to see if they’d be a good fit for his girlfriend
“aren’t you gonna leave while I change?” you put your shirt back down realizing he’s still sitting there smiling.
“no why? cmon girl you know we’re just friends…”
PervyBsf!Jermaine has photos of you in varying positions hidden in his playboy magazines. You never go through them, that’s why he put them there
PervyBsf!Jermaine will leave certain things around to spark a conversation about your love/sex life. he’ll pick up the panties some girl left behind and be like
“you ever wear anything like that?”
“Jermaine…”
“bet you’d look better than she did”
This may be controversial but walk with me! If you ever mentioned him having a significant other when he would make his ‘friendly’ comments PervyBsf!Jermaine would offer a three way
“we’d have a lot of fun, and no it wouldn’t be weird baby, you know us!”
PervyBsf!Jermaine plays guitar for you! In between songs his hands would rub up and down your thigh before slipping his thumb under the cuff of your shorts.
Along with playing for you PervyBsf!Jermaine also offers you guitar lessons. He even shows you examples of how your fingers are supposed to move.
your back arches in the chair as you grip onto the sides
“see how fast my fingers are going? It’s gotta be at the right time too…”
you moan his name
“now that sounds good” he tastes you on his fingers
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sending so much love to everyone who feels like they’re never chosen as the best friend, as the partner, as the favorite. sending love to all of you who have been treated and felt like second best. sending love to all of you who have felt rejected and unwanted. to all of you who have had to try really hard to fit in because you felt like you never will.
you are so loved. you will be seen and heard by the right people. you can trust that you are valuable and not defined by other people’s perceptions of you. if someone doesn’t see your worth, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
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