#aaron Pierre Drabble

[yagrldariv]

Little Black Dress

Aaron Pierre x Reader

A/N: I have posted in a minute but this has been sitting in my drafts for months. This is just a little Drabble, I’m trying to get back into posting more consistently. Minors DNI.

TW:Smut, semi-public, fingering, squirting, overstimulation.




Tonight Aaron was insatiable. All you could think was ‘fuck I’m going to be sore tomorrow’ but in the best way possible.

Your night out was now over, ended a lot sooner than you expected. But that was no thanks to the tight little dress you had on. You knew by the way he eyed you coming down the stairs in that short black dress it would get you trouble.

“We really have to go to this party?” He questioned as he raked his gaze over every inch of your delectable figure.

“Yes it’s not everyday your friend opens a club, it’ll be fun.”

Every chance he got he was staring you down through the lights of the club, not even trying to hide the hungry look in his eye. And that’s how you ended up here, flustered in the private bathroom of his friend’s office.

Aaron had your back pressed against his sold frame, his thick hands roaming your body. Your breath turned ragged as he began pulling at the thin fabric that was barely covering your skin. His fingers gripping every piece of soft brown flesh. Eventually, his hands parted ways, one stayed on your chest, toying with your now exposed nipple, the other was encroaching dangerously close to your panty line.

“Fucking look at you, so fucking sexy” His breath was warm on your neck as he continued to nip and kiss your exposed skin. You watched him through the mirror but his gaze remained on your body, taking it all in.

“You think you can just walk around looking this damn good and I’m not going to do anything?”

You were way too overwhelmed to respond with anything coherent. All that came out was a pathetic sigh, which he chuckled at.

His fingers slid against your inner thigh, drawing up the hem of your very short skirt.

From where you stood, you could see everything in the large mirror. Your eyes went to his wide pupils, then to the marks already showing on the side of your neck from his lips. But your gaze lingered on his hands. Those expert fingers lightly traced over the lilac lace fabric that was growing damper by the second. When he saw the flash of purple from under your dress his smile turned sinister.

“Shit baby, you wore this just for me, didn’t you?”

You nodded, still unable to form coherent words as his fingers worked over your hot skin. You heard him mumble “so sexy”.

The pads of his fingers slip under the fabric and you gasp at the sudden contact. “You like this baby? Hm?”

Those expert digits moved excruciatingly slow over your aching heat, touching you everywhere but where you needed him the most.

“Answer me,” he paused his movements.

“Yes, yes I love it”

“That’s my girl”

He took that as an invitation to explore more. He let his hands drop from their positions and he backed away. You took those few seconds to breathe and try and adjust your dress a little bit.

“Put your hands on that sink or I’m stopping” he spoke flatly as he leaned you forward, exposing your ass to him. His hands gripped your cheeks under the fabric of the dress and he squatted down. You arched just a bit more for him gripping the sink for leverage, and he smiled. You were putty in his hands at this point and he loved it.

He started placing kisses along the skin of your ass where your hem ended, adding a couple of bites here and there. Nothing to hurt you but just rough enough it caused your walls to flutter everytime his teeth grazed you.

When you least expected it, his fingers were again on your inner thigh, slidding up towards your covered hole that was now throbbing. His hands bypassed where you needed him most and snaked further to grip your waist, pulling the fabric of your dress with him until it pooled around your waist. Your ass was on complete display for him now as he continued leaving kissing on the newly exposed flesh.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste?”

You couldn’t say no even if your brain had the capacity to form a coherent thought.

“I need that answer if you want me to keep going mama”

“Fuck yes, Aaron, please just touch me already”

“Since we’re pressed for time, I’ll allow it” and with that he slid your panties down your legs.

At the same time you felt the cool air hit your sopping core, you heard him let out a breathy “fuck”. It was barely audible like it wasn’t even for you.

“You’re fucking drippin baby, this all for me?”

You nodded “always for you daddy”

He finished pulling the thong down your legs and brought his attention back to your core.

Before you even took a breath his tongue was flat against your slit, moving up and down. You jerked forward, not prepared for the sudden contact.

“You made me wait all night for this, you better stay still”, his strong hands pulled you back, bringing his face deeper.

You were cursing already as his tongue moved faster and faster. Before you knew he was eating you out like it was his last meal. You were trying to muffle the sounds of your moans but he did not give a fuck. The loud wet noises of his lips against your heat filled the room. He rotated between licking your clit and sucking it moaning against your heat. When he felt you were right on the edge, he slipped his toungue as deep as possible in your pussy, making you squirm under his hands.

His tongue slipped out of your now dripping hole and circled your clit. You bit down on your lip to silence a moan as your legs shook. All he had to do was wrap his lips around your sensitive bud and you were already on your first orgasm of the night.

His rough hands caressed your cheeks as he licked you clean, unfazed by your shaking legs. You were almost on the cusp of another orgasm when he pulled away, placing wet kisses up your thighs and ass until he was at your lower back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ma take my time with you when I get you home,” His eyes were staring at yours through the mirror as he stood all the way up, moving back to his position behind you.

“But right now, i just want to have a little fun with pretty pussy.” He kissed your neck again as his left hand gripped your neck, turning your head until you were facing him. Your eyes fell on his plump lips, still glistening from his previous predicament.

“You don’t even know what you got yourself into huh?” He kissed you hard before you could respond. There was no struggle for control, he had all of it and you were just along for the ride. His right hand snakes it’s way up your waist, cupping your exposed tit. You moaned into his mouth, arching more into his broad chest. His expert fingers rolled your nipple back and forth and you pawed at his wrists, needing more. Right when you felt you were on the verge of running out of air, he pulls away. He placed one more chaste kiss on your swollen lips before releasing your nipple.

“Get these nice and wet for me babygirl”

Two fingers slip into yours open mouth and you greedily sucked them in, circling your tongue around each one, eyes locked on his. His thick dick, that was pressed against your ass, hardened even more at the sight. He loved you like this. Flustered, needy and eager to please him.

Once he felt you were ready, he removed his fingers from your mouth, saliva trailing on your lips. The hand around your neck slid down towards your chest, holding you up against him as he propped your leg up, giving him better access. His wet fingers wasted no time finding your hot core and he cursed under his breath again at how good you looked like this. He could never get enough of it. The way he was holding you, you were almost completely exposed to his in the mirror.

He could see your sticky wetness dripping down your thighs, “You’re always so fucking wet for me, I love that shit”.

He rubbed your clit applying just enough pressure to make you roll your head back onto his shoulders “Fuck daddy I’m gonna cum again”

You felt him chuckle “Already babygirl? I haven’t even started yet”. His pointer finger slipped in, and you moaned, louder than expected.

“Now you don’t want everyone to know how im sluttin you out in here, you gotta keep quiet.” He smirked.

You bit your lip as he continued his exploration, he wasn’t making it easy for you to keep it together. He wanted everyone to know how good he was making you feel, how good you were being for him, he did not give a shit about them hearing.

He picked a grueling pace, sliding his finger in and out. His hand on your chest resumed its assault on your nipples and you moaned again, this time a little too loud.

That one got his attention, “Alright you gotta keep quiet baby. You want someone to kick us out before I make you cum again hm?”. He did not like being interrupted, that was a given.

He pulled his hand away from your core and dug into his pocket, pulling out your lace panties. “Open”

You opened you mouth and he filled it with the purple fabric, sliding his hand back to his previous position.

“Now, you interrupt me one more time, you’re not cumming”.

His lips attached back on your neck and he slid two digits in this time. You bit down hard on the fabric as you came after a few more strokes, your loud moan thankfully muffled by the fabric.

You thought after that orgasm he’d let you go but boy were you wrong. He added a third digit and picked up pace. You gripped his forearm and your eyes rolled back, feeling an even stronger orgasm growing. Your legs became shaky and your pussy spasmed around his hand.

“That’s right baby, cum all over daddy’s fingers”. You were practically screaming, even with your underwear in the way. Any care of getting caught was long gone from your brain, you just wanted to make it out of there with your sanity.

“I know you got another one for me baby, cum for me”. You shook in his arms, cumming hard. His fingers slipped out, running fast circles over your clit “oh my god daddy I can’t I-“ you words were garbled as he worked you over into one more orgasm, your wetness dripping all over the floor as you squirted all over his hand. “Good fucking girl.” He praised

“Please..”you begged, completely overstimulated. He slowed his pace until he completely pulled away from your pussy, conceding for now. He returned you down to the ground, as you fought your breath.

Aaron pulled the panties from your mouth, placed a kiss on your lips, then another on your forehead “You look so pretty after I make you cum.”

You shoved him slightly in jest. He put his hands up in surrender. After another few minutes of him cleaning you up and fixing your dress, you two left the room.

He pulled you behind him, down the hall towards exit, hand clasped in his. “Let’s go home babygirl, so I can take care of you, properly”

[henneseyhoe]

Have Your Cake- Drabble #2 💭

Paring: Terry Richmond x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Content, Sub!Terry

Oh nothing…Just thinking about Dom!reader using a pretty pink bow as a cockring for Terry, tying it with just the right about of tightness around his heavy dick and balls, grouping them together.

Precum would drool from the tip of him, sticking to your finger when you touched to test just how much there really was. He’d flinch, his birthday sash placed so cutely on his bare torso rustling against his skin and his muscular thighs tensing up as he bore down, preparing himself for what you were gonna do next.

He didn’t know if it was a slap that was to come, a kiss, a stroke, whatever. He was clueless and so hard that he almost didn’t want you to touch him at all, the first few seconds of contact being almost unbearable for him. Painful, even. A pain that he couldn’t even explain if asked.

You let go and watch his dick twitch as if it were dancing for you, the shaft hitting his stomach with a heavy tap before it stood tall like a ready soldier once more.

“I betchu just ready to bust.. Ain’t you, baby?”

You asked like the absolute bitch you were, knowing exactly what he was ready to do.

He nods and sucks air through his clenched teeth, desperately trying to hold himself off from cumming all over you. But, he couldn’t help it. He could just feel that heat climbing up his stomach with butterflies that had his head spinning.

“Baby, please-“

“Aht! I wanna watch it. Make that shit cum for me”

The way he squirmed in his seat, he was such a good boy that you didn’t even have to tie him down this time, giving him the freedom to move which he took liberty in by dragging his short nails up his thighs when the feeling got too intense, red stripes following after his fingers the longer he dragged.

His grunts could be heard all the way downstairs if anyone else was home. Now, white strings of his cum were lazily pouring out of his tip, and usually he was a shooter.

💌~Happy birthday, Terry 🤭<3

[wonderlustwrites]

i've had this idea for an oc for the rebel ridge universe pretty much SINCE i first saw the movie lol, the ideas are still being fleshed out, but all in all the story would be heavily focused on and as closely related as possible to the actual events in the movie and the aftermath.

again IT IS A VERY EARLY draft (of a flashback for both oc and terry), but i wrote this the night before last and i cannot stop thinking about it so lemme know what you think!!

“You don’t have to be scared of everyone, but you also don’t gotta let them walk all over you either…” 

“Scared? Ain’t nobody scared…”

Even he was surprised. She usually just looked at him, or rather, looked through him, giving him grunts or a simple rolling of her eyes as she acted like he didn’t exist. But this time, she actually responded. She actually spoke to him. It was…weird. But he shook it off and continued, not wanting to lose the moment.

“Okay…maybe “scared” isn’t the word, but I mean, if you don’t wanna do something, then tell them that. Tell them to fuck off and leave you alone. And if you…just tell me, at least. And I’ll make sure they don’t bother you no more. Okay?” 

He took out his hand for her to shake, almost making a silent promise to himself to watch after her. When his great aunt first told him about another young kid that lived on the street and happened to go to the same school, he thought it was going to make this already terrible situation even worse, only…he didn’t expect to meet someone, possibly one of the only people that could understand him, even if they didn’t realize it at the time. 

After a few moments, he feels maybe he’s being too forward, praying that hopefully his words were enough. Just as he’s about to put his hand back in his pocket, she reaches her own hand out to reciprocate his shake, not even sparing him a look up from her book she always found her head in. 

It barely lasts a second longer than needed, as she lets go, pushing her glasses up her face and continues reading in silence. Terry slides down the opposite side of the tree, as he takes his own book out his book-bag and begins reading in silence as well. At the time they didn’t know it, but this would become a quiet pastime for them both, especially in great times of need for one another. They would meet at this tree, and sit and read in silence for however long, it was just an unspoken understanding between them. 

[violetmuses]

How We Do - A. Aretas 💥

Title: How We Do - A. Aretas 💥

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: While Mike, Marcus, and Armando stay on the run, this large-scale bounty hits South Beach, launching drama. @yassbishimvintage @nelo0wesker

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2024

Nathan Caldwell took charge throughout Miami and soon became known underground as The Ghost. Rarely seen, but still drifting somewhere.

“Thought you don't party anymore?” You motion for Nate to move closer and your rump perches on his leg.

“Can't dance without my favorite girl…” Nate whispered between spotlights.

There's almost no other room to sit down in the section because Tabitha arrived with loud energy and trailed this neon crew, infamous for years.

“Hold up.” Nate checked this phone once you sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder.

5 million dollar bounty?! 💸

The text message pinged all around and voices mumbled, quietly seeking three targets:

Detective Mike Lowrey, his partner Marcus Burnett, and criminal Armando Aretas!

“Nobody should swing yet.” Nate quickly warns you.

Even Tabitha brings up this random conversation to avoid giving motives away.

Holding back laughter, you still recognized three fugitives. Lowrey, Burnett, and Aretas look ridiculous wearing these unexpected outfits.

“Damn! What happened? They stepped out of the mud.” Nate slips through chuckles and briefly points you toward Armando.

Wearing this Bud Light shirt, Armando chose one trucker that veiled his eyes.

Dirty jeans covered both legs as he found one of the final overlooking seats. Older boots stepped along.

“We need different clothes, a new ride, and some phones.” Mike and Marcus volleyed requests near Tabitha.

“Yeah. Guns, too.” Armando jutted his chin and mentioned weapons.

Just when Tabitha would keep running her mouth as usual, Armando leaves his spot, walking toward you and Nate.

“Hey!” Mike and Marcus catch the sight together, but Armando doesn't care, intrigued by you.

“Sup, man?” Nate glances toward Armando and stands up first, protective of you no matter what

“Who's that?” Armando still noticed your own face.

“None of your business.” Nate won't reveal your true identity.

“Don't get shot, motherfucker!” Marcus yelled out of nowhere to Aretas.

“Shut up, Marcus!” Tabitha revealed her gun and you followed everyone else in defense.

“Should've kept sitting down.” Nate pointed his firearm toward Armando, ruthless. “The bounty is dead or alive. Don't be stupid.”

Before Armando leaves with Lowrey and Burnett at gunpoint, Aretas locks eye contact with you.

Your heart dropped.

[dreamdrbbles]

so here’s my first drabble! interpreted from a very fun dream i had. it’s definitely a fantasy, so if you don’t mind suspended reality a little bit with me.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’ve finally convinced yourself to go back to school and get your degree, you’re late to your first class and your professor doesn’t take too kindly to tardiness. or, does he?

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: aaron pierre as dr. pierre & the black!fem reader as you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: heavy smut, power imbalance, daddy kink, crude language, a bunch of grown folks things. minors do not interact.

Going back to school was your greatest accomplishment to date. At thirty, it wasn’t easy to take the leap and register for classes. You were terrified of being seen as the old freshman, but your dreams held more weight than your ego. You were proud of the life you’d built, sacrificing your own education to work and save so your younger brother could have the college experience he deserved. At just eighteen, you stepped up for your family, getting a full-time job to help fund his education. Now, ten years later, your baby brother was well on his way to earning a master’s degree. It was finally time to center yourself for once.

“Shit!” you yelped, bolting upright in bed. Your alarm hadn’t gone off, and the panic was immediate. You were supposed to be up an hour ago, but now you were going to be late for your very first college class. The one everyone told you not to take because it was at 8 a.m. You’d brushed them off, thinking, I used to wake up earlier than that for work. I got this. Clearly, you didn’t. It was 7:15, and you had 45 minutes to pull yourself together and get to Magnolia A&M University, your local HBCU.

Luckily, you’d picked out your outfit the night before. You had work later at the country club, and tennis lessons were on the schedule. That meant your Nike tennis skirt and matching top would have to do. After a rushed shower, skincare routine, and throwing your hair into a curly pineapple, you grabbed your keys. It was a ten-minute drive to campus, but with your luck today, who knew if you’d make it on time?

Magnolia A&M wasn’t just a school; it was a deliberate choice. Your family had always valued community and Black excellence, so an HBCU was a no-brainer. Every time you stepped on campus, you wished you’d started right after high school. Now, at thirty, you felt too old for frat parties or the Battle of the Bands, but you still loved the sense of unity. The royal blue and orange school colors? You wore them with pride.

You sped to campus like you had a getaway driver’s license, thanking the ancestors you didn’t get a ticket. After finding the right building, you made it to the lecture hall only 15 minutes late. African-American History was your first class of the day—and your minor. It had been the first course you registered for, the one you were most excited about.

As you pushed open the lecture hall doors, all eyes turned toward you, including those of your professor. You couldn’t see him clearly from the back of the room, but his posture alone radiated disapproval. Your stomach sank as you scanned the rows of seats. Of course, the only open spot was smack dab in the front row. Middle seat.

You braced yourself for the walk of tardy shame. Muttering “excuse me” and “sorry” at least ten times, you maneuvered your thick frame between tables and chairs. The awkward ordeal felt like it dragged on forever, but finally, you slid into the empty seat, heart racing.

The professor’s voice was what caught your attention first—deep, rich, and laced with a smooth British accent. You froze mid-search in your bag for a notebook and pen. When your gaze finally lifted to meet his, you nearly forgot to breathe.

Goddamn.

The word echoed in your mind before you could stop it. Beautiful wasn’t a word you usually reserved for men, but no other word fit. His sharp, masculine features contrasted with a pair of thick lashes framing aquamarine eyes. His neat facial hair outlined full, pink lips, and you couldn’t stop your thighs from pressing together as a very salacious thought crept into your mind. one that started with his wet duo on your first set of lips, and ending on your second.

Focus, girl. Eyes off the man and on the syllabus.

You forced yourself to listen, trying to ignore the low hum of his voice that made your spine tingle. Curiosity bubbled up as you wondered what a man from London was doing teaching African-American Studies in Texas. Almost as if reading your mind, he began explaining.

He told the class how reading The Autobiography of Malcolm X in middle school ignited his fascination with race relations in the West. That fascination led him to pursue a bachelor’s, master’s, and doctorate in African-American Studies. The name “Dr. Aaron Pierre” on your schedule had conjured an image of an older, graying professor who had more experience than book knowledge. You weren’t expecting a thirty year old Adonis who looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ.

The class went on like normal, an introductory first day of school. The hour ticked by as you gawked at your professor’s arms in the fitted black polo shirt he wore. It wasn’t until everyone around you had gotten up that you realized class had been dismissed. You followed suit, only to have your name called out in that deep baritone. How had he remembered it? Your introduction was one of the first of at least seventy-five.

“Can I see you in my office? You missed the first few minutes of class, just want to make sure you’re up to speed.”

Your throat was suddenly rivalry for the Sahara desert, your stomach hollowed. You were about to get kicked out of your first college course, all because your stupid alarm didn’t sound. You followed him to his office in silence, he opened the heavy wooden door for you and you ambled inside. Once the door closed behind you, you turned on your heels with an explanation at the ready. Until you realized his eyes were scanning your frame.

“The outfit… it’s different.” His comment caught you off guard, making your brows knit together. Was he picking on you? You glanced down at your tennis skirt. It hugged your curves, sure, but it wasn’t like you’d rolled out of bed in pajamas.

“I work after class,” you explained, tone sharp but polite. “I’m a tennis instructor.” His eyebrows lifted slightly, a flicker of interest flashing across his face. “Tennis?” He asked as he walked past you, to the other side of the cherry wood desk.

“Yeah, tennis.” You straightened your back, meeting his gaze. You’d been playing since elementary school. Your parents always joked that you could’ve been the next Venus or Serena, but you were realistic. You weren’t that good, just good enough to teach seven and eight year olds the basics.

Dr. Pierre leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms. “Let me be clear. Lateness will not be tolerated in my class. I take my work very seriously, and I expect my students to do the same.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. He really expected a room full of teenagers and young adults to be on time for an 8 a.m. lecture? Cute, and delusional. “Dr. Pierre,” you said, softening your voice. “I apologize. My alarm didn’t go off, and I worked late last night. I promise, it won’t happen again.”

His gaze lingered on you, and then he said, with absolute confidence, “I know.”

Your head tilted slightly, trying to figure out what he meant. He didn’t know you. And he sure as hell wasn’t your daddy. “Uh, okay. Whatever that means,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to him.

He smiled—a slow, deliberate curve of his lips—and then, to your utter shock, said, “You’re beautiful.”

“Tha-thank you,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dr. Pierre’s expression remained unreadable as he began to close the distance between you. Each deliberate step sent a jolt of electricity racing down your spine, rooting you to the spot. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think—completely stunned by his actions. By the time he was within arm’s reach, your breath was shaky, uneven. His hand reached out, wrapping gently but firmly around your wrist. The warmth of his touch sent a spark up your arm, and before you could process it, he pulled you closer.

Your chest brushed against his, and the faint, intoxicating scent of teakwood and cedar enveloped you. The combination was rich and grounding, but it wasn’t just the cologne—he smelled good. Too good.

He leaned down slowly, his aquamarine eyes locking onto yours, heavy with intent. You were hyperaware of everything in that moment; the way his grip lingered, the heat radiating from his body, and the way his lashes framed those impossible eyes. Your faces were so close now that your noses barely brushed. The faintest touch, but enough to make your heart race like you’d run a marathon.“Can I?” he murmured, his voice low and velvet-smooth, like a secret meant only for you. The words hung in the air, and without hesitation, you gave him what he needed, your consent.

The moment his lips met yours, the world seemed to fade away. His kiss was slow, deliberate, and impossibly soft. He moved with care, as though savoring every second, every touch. You felt your knees weaken, and for a fleeting moment, you feared you might melt into the floor right where you stood. The scent of him, the warmth of his lips, the way his hand slid down to cradle the small of your back—it was all-consuming. Time slowed, and the only thing that existed was him. When he pulled back, just enough to let your noses brush again, his eyes searched yours as if waiting for a sign. Your lips still tingled from his kiss, and your heart thundered in your chest.

“I-I’m going to be late for work.” You stumbled, he laughed, amusement of the irony coming from the depths of his diaphragm. “You didn’t give a fuck about being late to my class, am I not just as important? Hm?” He inquired, tilting your head up so that you were staring in those oceanic orbs. He subtly pushed you backwards until the bend of your knees collided with his desk. With ease, he picked you up and sat you on top of it. He kneeled down before you, as if your body was an altar he would pray to. “You smell so good.” He uttered as he leaned in and pressed his nose to the center of your now soaked panty, taking in your aroma. It was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to you.

“I can’t believe this…” You meant to keep that inside, but clearly your mind had other plans.

“Believe it.” He responded with a laugh. “I wanted you the moment I saw you walk in my class, baby.” Skillfully he pulled your panties off completely, opening the drawer next to him and dropping them in there as his own personal souvenir. He pushed your skirt up onto your body until it was damn near a belt, balling up the pleats in his hands as he devoured your center, lick by lick.

He feasted on you as if he would never be nourished again, sipping your waters as if they came from the finest of natural spring. hell, clearly they had. “Oh my fucking God!” You squeaked as his lips wrapped around your pulsating clit, giving it a sweet, sloppy french kiss. His middle and index finger grazing your drenched slit as he slipped both inside. his thick digits filled you up, causing your muscles to tighten around him. He grunted against your pussy, imagining how tightly you would grip his manhood.

“That’s not my name princess, I’m not God.” He was to you, in this moment. he had sucked your free will right out of your coochie. What was his fucking name? “What’s my name?” He inquired as if he was reading your mind once again. His fingers continued to please you, grazing his smooth tips against your ribbed g-spot. This nigga had a Ph.d in more than just some history. “Doctorrrrrrrrr….” You whined out, dragging out the profession as he pressed sweet kisses right above your gushing mound while you smothered his digits in your sweetness.

“Doctor….daddy!” You cried out, hoping that there was no one in the near vicinity that would’ve heard your outburst. Another laugh as he slowly slid his fingers out of you, now covered and dripping in your cum. “Doctor daddy..I like that.” He retorted before slipping his fingers into his mouth, cleaning you off of him one by one as you watched in awe. Stunned by his insistence of eye contact. Removing his fingers, he used the same two to beckon you to come close to him, once you sat up he leaned over you, his lips ghosting yours before he spat the mixture of your cum and his saliva into your mouth before engaging you in a messy lip lock.

The kiss was the distraction. You had completely missed the unbuckling of his belt, the sound of his zipper or him removing his hard inches out of his dress pants. Before you realized it, he pulled you to the edge of the desk and slipped inside of you. Your walls reacted before your brain could, gripping onto him for dear life. So surprised by the intrusion that it felt like you would push him out all together. Your breathing hitched, in a way to relax your body so that he could continue exploring the depths of you.

“Augh!” You groaned out as he worked the first few inches of himself in and out of your throbbing center. He pressed his lips to yours repeatedly, whispering for you to hush every now and again. “Be a good girl, take this dick…if you can be late to my class, surely you can handle dick.” He mumbled, his accent causing a chill to run up your spine. He was gentle, despite his rough approach. He fed you little by little until your pelvises collided and you were completely full of him. He laid you on the desk, hands on each side of your head, eyes connected as he began to stroke, deep and powerful. “Look at you, such a pretty girl. Wrapped around me like you love me.”

‘I DO.’ You wanted to scream. But instead melodic moans escaped your warm lips, words were inconveniently absent. You can tell your lack of verbal participation was bothering him just a bit, by the way the swing of his hips picked up with every new thrust. After a moment or two, he was fucking you relentlessly. His thick crown had found your spot and was no longer caressing it with care. He was beating your shit.

“Are you gonna’ be late again?” he asked, every syllable being drilled into your guts. Your stomach twisted and turned with each pump, but he peered down at you like he expected an answer, like your brain could comprehend what he was even saying.

You parted your lips to speak, but failed once again, a moan being the only verbalization you could produce. the strokes came to an abrupt stop, he pulled out of you without so much as a warning. “Wait!” you called out, desperately, holding your hands out like you could put him back in your damn self. he chuckled darkly. “You think you can ignore me and cum?”

You couldn’t realistically promise you’d never be late again, you didn’t control traffic, or flat tires, or bad hair days but you would’ve said anything to feel him again. “I’ll never be late again, Doctor. I promise. Just please…let me cum all over you.” You purred, making empty promises.

“I don’t believe you.” He added curtly, slapping the head of his massive erection against your clit, watching his pre-cum glaze your bulb. “But your pussy feels too good for me to argue.” He concluded as he entered you again, continuing his euphoric pillage of your body. The knots in your belly felt permanent, your toes curled as your legs wrapped around him. Your climax approaching with the volt of a thousand watts. His wood throbbed inside of you, pulsating with the same intensity. He was meeting you at your peak. “Fuck…” He grunted, proving your theory right. You draped your arms across his neck, leaning in and pressing your lips to his jawline, placing kisses until you reached his ear. “Cum with me, Dr. Pierre…I wanna feel you dripping out of me.” Your salacious words seemed to do the trick as both of you unraveled at the very same time.

You should’ve felt shame, or even disillusioned. But you felt nothing short of satisfied and empowered. Your legs were shaking and you were full of a strangers seed, but dammit was your first day of school memorable.

“8:00 AM, Wednesday. Don’t be late…” He spoke as he buckled his belt, looking up at you with those piercing orbs. “Oh, and that seat in front of me is now your assigned seat.” He added, prompting a laugh to fall from your lips.

“See you Wednesday, Dr. Pierre.” You concluded as you exited his office and back into the real world.

Fuck, you were late for work.

[spookysanta]

@spookysanta's Masterlist

As of April 2025, content written before 2024 will be found in the ARCHIVE masterlist. This list will include full-length fics, drabbles, and the dad!fic masterlist also.

Important note: all writings feature Black women.

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Red-colored texts denotes content frequently written for this person, with ** denoting sexual or NSFW content.

Click here to read relationship dynamics across all muses.

Michael B. Jordan

Grills.**

Your Motherfucking Moment.**

Puffball.

Keep Your Eyes Open.**

Check Yourself.

Til' You Can't Stand.**

Off Day, On Edge.

FEATURING CONTENT FROM RYAN COOGLER'S SINNERS:

Orbit.**

Dodging Bullets.**

The Stack Effect.** (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Midday Madness.**

Keep That Same Energy.**

Aaron Pierre

Action Figure.

Dinner.

Nothing to Prove. (Part 1, Part 2)

Over the Edge.

Not Dressed for the Club.**

You Asked For This, Remember?**

Overflow.**

Bound in Every Way.**

Kelvin Harrison Jr.

Rome Flynn

Keith Powers

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

ARCHIVE MASTERLIST.

[kenthoe]

PART 1 of my x reader fic recs from someone who reads almost every fandom there is

ps. some of them have smut but it is mostly angst and a little bit of fluff

please show our dear writers some love and support by liking and reblogging their works ⁠♡

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

• the hunger games

☆ finnick odair

our song and dance series by @mrs-kmikaelson

— 1 2 3 4 5 6

• formula one

☆ oscar piastri

you're the only friend i need by @requiemforthepoets

we never talked about it by @cherry-leclerc

matchmaker smau by @harrysfolklore

☆ carlos sainz

lolita by @cherry-leclerc

☆ max verstappen

reckless driver by @cherry-leclerc

forced

let me be the lighter series by @nostappen

5 times by @disneyprincemuke

something stupid smau by @linaslivery

☆ charles leclerc

for you, always by @theonottsbxtch

newsflash by @pucksandpower

☆ franco colapinto

el coqueto by @theonottsbxtch

☆ pierre gasly

♡ by @ghoststann

butterflies by @ghoststann

☆ lando norris

part 1: the other woman part 2: margaret smau by @linaslivery

• mcu

☆ bucky barnes

unsolved series smau by @shurisneakers

• stranger things

☆ steve harrington

the four steps between (best) friends and lovers by @stevebabey

speed of sound series by @lovrily

1 2 3

nine facts, one lie by @stevebabey

• harry potter

☆ draco malfoy

too little, too late by @sleep-i-ness

☆ james potter

stop, you're losing me by @amnmesias

down bad by @prongsiepotter

about you by @ma1dita

☆ cedric diggory

pencil sketches by @wreckofawriter

☆ oliver wood

part 1: the hate game part 2: all's fair in love and war by @heartthrobin

• lockwood and co

☆ anthony lockwood

better this way by @mazywrites

the language of longing by @fleetingvow

expecto patronum series by @novelizt

• shadow and bone

☆ kaz brekker

bloody hands by @rubysunnday

bet to lose by @nezuscribe

bruises and scars by @kasagia

• the vampire diaries

☆ damon salvatore

hanahaki by @keehomania

• criminal minds

☆ spencer reid

tired flights by @mentally-gone002

sparks fly series by @avis-writeshq

love me not by @bau-drabbles

be so stupid by @mariasont

part 1: you're still a traitor part 2: wait for your love by @uranometrias

don't think i don't like you by @luveline

clingy by @street-smarts00

you were like an angel to me by @januaryembrs

☆ aaron hotchner

spontaneous phenomena by @luveline

dance until we're bones by @atlabeth

long time coming by @uranometrias

haunted part: 1 2 by @bau-drabbles

if things go bad by @luveline

part 1: ignited spark part 2: old flame part 3: burned hearts by @messylxve

the night we met part: 1 2 3 by @bau-drabbles

• outerbanks

☆ rafe cameron

you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

• bridgerton

☆ anthony bridgerton

(not so) simple series by @atlabeth

☆ benedict bridgerton

love in bloom series by @bosbas

dog day afternoon by @gogobootz1

[jimmybutlrr]

All the terry Richmond and Aaron Pierre fan fictions I have come across.

[ranikyani]

The Aaron Archives 💚

A collection of fics featuring Aaron as himself as a main character, exploring different stories and relationships.

💌: Make sure you read warnings before engaging + Take care of yourself while reading, mwah💋

🏡: Return to Daddy's Library or…

💬 Readers Remember: Supporting our writers goes beyond just liking a post! Yes, likes are cool but comments/reblogs and kudos can be incredibly meaningful and make a huge difference! Many talented writers feel discouraged by the lack of engagement and recent foolishness, so let's uplift them by showing appreciation for their work. Don't make our favs beg for a crumb of attention!

✍🏾 Writers, this is a work in progress... but if anything needs to be changed or removed immediately pls lmk.

Status: Completed 🏁 - Ongoing📝 - Hiatus ⏸️

Length: Drabble✨ - OneShot 🎯 - Series 📚 - MiniSeries - ⏳ - Universe 🌎

Note: Summary will be provided for stories without one included. If anything should be changed pls lmk. I haven't read 1/2 these fics yet... will continue to update as I make progress.

A

The Actor and His Muse 📝📚

Summary: When an up-and-coming screenwriter meets her match in a rising actor, their worlds collide as the lines blur between business, pleasure, and maybe love…

Author: @nubiawrites

B

Between Us. 🎯

Summary: You were a diligent boss in the corporate workplace with a need for change in your life, but you didn't know that Kelvin and Aaron would be the excitement and love you needed. They invited you to their house, but one of them has an idea that they think you would open to. Not only becoming with your best friends and lovers Kelvin and Aaron.

Author: @notapradagurl7

C

Countdown ⏳

Summary: Zerina and Aaron had built a quiet but strong relationship over the years, choosing to keep their romance private, known only to their closest friends and family. As their careers skyrocketed, both found themselves navigating the pressures of fame while striving to maintain the bond they’d formed long before the limelight. But with their rising success came the inevitable sacrifice of quality time together. Their once-steady connection was now limited to late nights and stolen moments, with days filled with work and promotional commitments. As Aaron is filming Green Lanterns, thinking he’s going to be away on her birthday. She accepts an offer to style a few clients for the NAACP Image Awards.

Author: @zillasvilla

D

E

F

Forever My Lady 📝📚

Summary: a look into your world being aaron pierre’s love interest in a new film.

Author: @idyllicbarb

G

H

Have This Dance. 🎯

Summary: See Ask. You and your London boy attend a Jamaican carnival together, having an amazing time while things get a little freaky between y'all.

Author: @notapradagurl7

Herbal Remedy 📝⌛️

Summary: Sloane Matthews had given her all to James Carter, only to learn he was having an affair with her cousin Celeste on their wedding day. After leaving her home town for Los Angeles she returns home a year later for the holidays for her grandmother’s annual Christmas retreat. What she thought was going to be a horrible time turned out to be a weekend of renewal and love.

Author: @keyaho

He's Not You 🎯

Summary: You and Aaron are roommates and he gets jealous when you get hit on by a client. It switches POV’s throughout, so if that’s something you don’t enjoy, this might not be the one for you. 

Author: @writingsbytee

Ho Is You Blind? 🎯

Summary: Reader is a blind baddie and Aaron has to suffer along with her

Author: @overthedeadsea

I

It's Always Been You 🎯

Summary: You and Aaron finally confessed how you feel about each other, now it’s time to get it in!

Author: @writingsbytee

J

Jaguar

K

L

M

Ma Belle Evangeline 🎯

Summary: After a long press tour for his upcoming movie Mufasa, Aaron finds his way back home to the smell of a pot roast and a gift waiting for him.

Author: @zillasvilla

Market Days 🎯

Summary: A quiet morning of gardening and enjoying each other's time leads to a day at the market, and an exchange of gifts from friends

Author: @zillasvilla

Melanin Prepatory 📝📚🌎

Summary: Terry and Blaire are in shambles while Aaron and Brennan make things more official.

Authors: @keyaho + @zillasvilla

N

O

One World 📝📚🌎

Summary: Brennan & Blaire navigate college, relationships and family.

Authors: @keyaho + @zillasvilla

P

Parent Trap 🎯

Summary: Doing your best to avoid all signs of your ex, you’re “unknowingly” thrusted back into his presence. Surprise!

Author: @writingsbytee

Press Tour Shenanigans 🎯

Summary: chaotic, flirty, and slightly unhinged interview energy between the trio. More of a Aaron x reader (wink), jealousyyyy.

Author: @overthedeadsea

Q

R

Red Carpet Chaos 🎯

Summary: Red carpet banters and after party crash outs.

Author: @overthedeadsea

S

The Seminar 🎯

Summary: You have a seminar in France and ask Aaron to go with you. He sadly tells you he can't make it due to his filming schedule.

Author: @alldthoughtsinmyhead

T

Tatted Up 🎯

Summary: ...

Author: @hotgrlcece

Time ⏳

Summary: You and Aaron have been in a long distance relationship for three months, as you reside in your cozy home in Seattle, and he stays in Los Angeles for work. Only ever having a quick day trip for quality time between your busy schedules, a long awaited break comes up on both of your calendars; three days and two nights at the end of a long week. Finally having the opportunity to see each other face to face, you enjoy a weekend of deeper, more intimate moments.

Author: @venusincleo

U

Untitled (multiple parts) 📝📚

Summary:...

Author: @alldthoughtsinmyhead

V

W

Warm Towel Affection 🎯

Summary: You're getting full-service post-shower princess treatment ft. Aaron being an absolute nuisance with those big hands

Author: @overthedeadsea

Whipped Vanilla, Soft Cashmere, Skin to Skin. 🎯

Summary: quiet moments of pure love

Author: @overthedeadsea

X

Y

Z

[proceduralpassion]

WIP Game

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Tagged by bestie @drabbles-mc

Would y'all believe if I said this is how many WIPs are in my files after deleting hella stuff that's been in there for years lmaoooo. This is crazy but idc 🤷🏽‍♀️ please indulge me and ask me stuff

As Fate Would Have It (Original Fiction, Sci-fi/Fantasy)

PIGZ (Original Fiction, Post-Apocalyptic Horror [think Walking Dead but with college students])

I'm The Sky To You (Original Fiction with Aaron Pierre x Jayme Lawson as face claims, Romance)

For Still Loving Even When I'm Aching- OA Zidan x Tiffany Wallace (one-shot)

Turning Tables- OA Zidan x Tiffany Wallace

Love You Like I Will- OA Zidan x Tiffany Wallace (OrganizedCrime!OA x PrivateInvestigator!Tiff)

Always Win- Vorrester (Celebrity!AU, childhood sweethearts)

Live and Die- Vorrester (Syndicate!AU)

Unrelenting- Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x OC

Ached For- Jake Seresin x OC (Hockey!AU)

Going To The Chapel- Javy Machado x OC

Deeply Stuck- Kevin Atwater x OC

Warm Embrace- Kevin Atwater x OC

Always Yours- Kevin Atwater x OC (High School Sweethearts!AU)

All I Ask- Burzek (Biker!Adam x Assassin!Kim)

Dangerous Road- Juice Ortiz x OC

Got Me Feeling The Way I Do- Opie Winston x OC

Fallin'- Nestor Oceteva x OC

Shoot 'em Up- Jay Halstead x OC (Mafia!Jay)

One Chicago Next Gen Fic

I've Got You- Ivan Ortiz x OC (one-shot)

It's Gonna Be A Scream- Chicago PD (Slasher!AU)

No presh tags: @roosterforme @rayslittlekitten @imagineredwood @darqchilddaydreamz @withmyteeth @ashlingiswriting

[ruewritesoccasionally]

Masterlist

welcome hunnies 🥰🥰

things to know before we get started...

i'm rue, 21, full time student and a semi-retired writer.

for that reason, requests are closed but my ask box is open for everything else - don't be shy, i love talking you guys.

the majority of my work features smut, dark and heavy content so i do ask for 18+ readers, MDNI.

all my work is written for black readers.

you could previously find my work tagged under "mochaxmars writes" - i have since changed my username "ruewritesoccasionally" something i thought was a little more fitting 🤭 and fics will be tagged under "ruewrites" from now on.

if you wanna satisfy my praise kink and earn a place in my heart then please comment - i love hearing what you guys think, please don't be a silent reader ! 🥹💓

onto the juicy parts now...the men now

i'm not not writing for these guys anymore but i also probably won't write for them again, these fics are old tbh and back when i still had a thing for them (henry, chris, trevante and florian)

my current obsession is aaron pierre/terry richmond so expect a lot of pieces with them

any pieces of smut will be marked with **

last updated: 31st january 2025

Celebrities//RPF

Trevante Rhodes - Undeniable Attraction **

Trevante Rhodes - Lost Time **

Florian Munteanu - Duality **

Henry Cavill - Crave**

Henry Cavill - Soft and Dirty **

Aaron Pierre - Running Home

Aaron Pierre - Playing with Fire**

Aaron Pierre - The Reunion. Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3 Pt 4

Characters

Angel Reyes - For Love is Medicine **

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)

Headcanons

Chris Evans - Tease **

Drabbles

Imagine Henry as a gentle dom

[violetmuses]

Requested! 💌

@cloveroctobers @bluebirdbts 🏷

====

2024

Veteran Terry Richmond discovered your home out of nowhere after escaping the rural yet dangerous town of Shelby Springs. Justice prevailed, yet fear would still remain now.

“Be nice, Terry. Kids live here, okay?” You've set up one candy table and sat by the house together during Halloween this year.

“I'm nice.” His deep voice faced your direction as bright eyes crossed the moon found just overhead. Crickets chirped between silence.

“Smile at me first.” You gently instructed. He frowned while organizing different bowls.

“Aight, hey.” The moment became this adorable staring contest and you nearly giggled when his teeth illuminated.

“Hi.” You grinned back, ready when families emerged from their homes. “Let's have some fun.”

_______

From seeing superheroes to viewing wizards and more, you made kids happy before bedtime rolled around. Who knows how sugar rushes would go?

“There's glitter on my clothes.” Terry chuckled after helping you clean up that night and stood on your porch just in case.

“Stop whining. Thanks for visiting me.” You laughed and unlocked the front door again.

“You're welcome. Next year?” Terry arched his brow.

“Next year.” You nodded and smiled, leaving Richmond for the night.

[violetmuses]

Terry Richmond + Female Reader 🫂

Fandom: “Rebel Ridge” Film Universe

Character: Terry Richmond

Author's Note: Here's a quick drabble. Enjoy! - V. 💜

@episodes-ff @diaries-of-me @pocketsizedpanther @blackgurlnhermoods @sweettea-and-honeybutter @babybratzmaraj @persethegawd @uzumaki-rebellion @helloncrocs 🏷

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2024

“Daddy?” You've signaled one of Terry's nicknames.

“Um-um. You only call me that when looking for something. What's up?” His deep voice moved toward this path as Richmond held your waist.

“Happy birthday.” You smiled and led your husband to the kitchen, offering this special cake in peace.

Good endings thrive after all.

[violetmuses]

Requested! 💌

Original Ask 💌

@yassbishimvintage @thomasrunner @planetblaque 🏷

“What was the question?” Aaron struggled to pay attention and you laughed out loud during this interview.

Playfully nudging his arm, you pulled together and finished that broadcast, saying goodbye as expected.

Despite shortcomings, you're thankful just to marry this absolute sweetheart.

[violetmuses]

Scarlet - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Title: Scarlet - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Rebel Ridge” Film Universe

Character: Terry Richmond

Pairing: Terry Richmond + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Someone new joins your neighborhood.

@peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @deja-r @hyper-trash-panda @amethyst-loves-bucky @planetblaque @sweettea-and-honeybutter @lovedlover @xjjawsomex @readingisahobby @kindofaintrovert @nelo0wesker @gg-trini @cloveroctobers @maliagurl @nobodygetsza @twinklestarslight @yassbishimvintage @episodes-ff @sweetiepie4190 @kirayuki22 @katbakhoe @persethegawd @babybratzmaraj 🏷

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2024

No matter what took place next, it was a miracle to escape the rural yet dangerous town of Shelby Springs.

Moonlight guided all paths when veteran Terry Richmond drove without even confirming the objective. There's definitely no other choice.

An incoming neighborhood lined up the streets, but Terry started just frowning with darkness. As of this moment, people just couldn't help out.

Yet, one of the last homes caught his own intrigue.

Soon enough, Terry parked, gathering his weathered backpack from that nondescript vehicle and heading to this porch first.

Terry rang this doorbell and simply waited, no longer caring when surrounding dogs barked to pierce the air.

Woken up minutes ago, you open the front door and noticed this stranger carrying his backpack.

“Can I help you?” You asked, puzzled while this man stood.

“I'm sorry for disturbing you, but I need some help.” Terry pointed backwards.

“No gas?” You acknowledged his car that stood between shadows.

“I can't keep driving to hotels.” Terry shook his head. “It's complicated…”

“Come in.” You stepped back and welcomed this man into the house before anyone else noticed.

_______

This complete stranger introduced himself as Terry Richmond and you organized the guest bedroom, handing out space until further notice.

In the morning, you offered breakfast and discovered that Terry wanted a new home but explained that someone else moved at this time.

Before long, Terry negotiated with others and moved across the street, safe at last.

“Feel better?” You asked while inviting Terry for dinner.

“Yes, Ma'am. Thank you.” His deep voice echoed toward you as this rare smile brightened.

“You're welcome.” You toasted regarding the future, happy to bring peace.