reelwriter19

[reelwriter19]

|After Hours| Snoh x MJB

I felt his stare out of my peripheral but I tried my best to focus on my studies. There was only one more chapter left to take notes on but ever since he had gotten home from work he was determined to make his presence known. Grabbing an apple and a knife, he slowly cut into it, never breaking his gaze. Biting down on my lip, I tried to focus but it was hard as the intensity of his presence was doing something to me. I had missed him all day long between work and school but I didn’t want him to know how bad for some reason. Deep down he knew though, that’s why he was perched against the counter. Waiting for me to really receive him.

“Babe,” I groaned out. 

“What?” he chuckled.

“I’m almost done,” I said. 

“So finish, I’m not stopping you. Simply enjoying my snack until my meal is ready,” he said, the innuendo behind his words not missed. It only made a shiver shoot down my spine. Three pages. That’s how many pages was between me and getting a dose of my favorite drug. So I read them. Did I take any notes? Nah but the test probably would only have a few pages from this chapter anyway. As soon as I closed my notebook, I was summoned. 

Keep reading

[reelwriter19]

Him so handsome 🖤

[reelwriter19]

🤣😂but accurate

[reelwriter19]

{KEVIN ATWATER}

❄️-from the December Daydreamz Series

I Got You

Oh, Night Devine ❄️

Simmer ❄️

S.O.S. ❄️

Good Morning

Serving It Up On Sunday

Flawless Communication

° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °

[reelwriter19]

18+ ONLY BLOG *🚩MINORS GO AWAY!🚩

Kevin Atwater x reader one shot

no rhyme or reason, just my rambling brain

800+ words

Chicago Pd belongs to Dick Wolf, this fic belongs to me and I belong to the luscious Kevin Atwater.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I can’t quite hide wickedness of my smile when I hear the snarky accusation in her question. “Do y’all ever talk?”

“Who? Me and Kevin?” I pause to let his name play on my lips. “Yeah, we talk.”

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

“Let me taste you,” he murmurs, closing in. His voice rolls out deep and alluring, his words slurring like he’s intoxicated by my presence.

His kisses on my lips effect my system like wine, softening the edges, slowing me down. He distributes them slow, letting them coat my senses like drizzling thick honey. The room is spinning but my tongue is still seeking him, lapping at him to catch the sweetness. His kisses on my neck are molasses and vinegar - dark, rich and biting. His breath on my skin sucks the air right out of my lungs. 

“Mm-mm. Come back here,” he rumbles when I shrink away from the tingles he’s creating there. "Gimmie that."

Tilting my head back in obedience, I embrace the sweet suffering. Enduring it while breathless, inarticulate sounds bubble out of me. His fingertips trawling up my back are a quiet call to come get my pleasure. And believe me, I’m coming to get it. That’s what he wants.

“Yeah, baby girl.” He groans between laps of my tongue on his skin, assuring me I can melt into this feeling. His encouragement is a promise that we don’t have to stop. Biting and tasting, I’m smiling into his neck, relishing in the shiver that shows he’s not immune to me even when it’s him that’s leading the way. Helping me undress him, he is quick to stop me from touching him.

“No,” he lifts his eyebrows, holding my hand away from his body. Letting it go he backs up several steps, taking his warmth with him. With his half-lidded, eyes locked on me, he wets his lips before saying. “Show me.”

Sitting down, he doesn’t say a word during the clump of my shoes landing on the floor. His eyes clouded over hearing the whirring sound of my unzipping and the rustle of the fabric dropping the floor. He nods his approval in slow motion elevating my heat. His eyes roam over me in undisguised appreciation. “C’mere.”

As I come his way, called by the siren song of his tongue wetting his lips again, clench of his torso and the bob of his length - his steady, calm hands rise to receive me. A dark groan of mmmm escapes him and connects to my apex, drawing me even closer and linking us. His fingers stroking across my collarbone, over my shoulders and my arms, knock me off balance - weakening my knees, setting me to trembling. Their continued trailing is more than any woman should be required to take. The sound I make raises his eyes to mine. It is familiar to his ears - it’s a ‘please’, mixed with a ‘now baby’ and a trace of ‘fuck me’. He knows I want to rush past this point. My need is calling louder than my patience for what he is offering in his leisurely pace.

“Hold on,” he orders. His eyes never leave my face as his hands draw me in. Pulling me down to kneel, my knees on each side of him but holding me up - suspending me above him, positioning me. “Hold on.”

"Goddamn," he hisses out, settling me down on him, bit by bit. The wait undoing him as much as it does me. With hands full of my softness and wrapped in my consuming heat, he let his head fall back in surrender. Cursing out his appreciation, his adoration, his reverence for our connection, he begins to move me.

His grip on my waist, on my hips, in my hair are always an unmistakable reminder of who I belong to. “You mine,” he whispers again and again while leaving his mark inside of me, cementing his claim, disassembling my soul. There is a declaration of ownership in every grimace, grunt and growl. There are no coherent words that I can utter when he is speaking that exquisitely torturous language…except one. Kevin. His name launches from my lips in pleas, in praise, in screams…then later - much later - it flows from my heart on contented sighs.

Shadows play on the walls while he wraps me in his arms, pressing me into his chest, my home. There in my safest place, I am grounded. Surrounded. Protected. Feeling me snuggling in impossibly closer while in his lap he smiles. Knowing just what I need, his arms tighten around me. Using his thick cords of muscle, he tenses and relaxes just the way I like to comfort me.

“I got you,” he breathes across my ear. “Don’t I always take care of you?”

My agreement comes from strained vocal chords but reaches his ears just the same.

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

Coming back from my memory, I look around the table at my girlfriends and take a sip of my iced tea. “Sure, girl.” I smile, hoping I’m nodding convincingly. “We talk.”

.

-fin-

Humble tags: @berberriescorner @awerkofart @megamindsecretlair @blowmymbackout @spaghettificationandpretzels @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @yaachtynoboat711 @ravennaortiz @blkbutterfly816 @kindofaintrovert @kenbechillin

[reelwriter19]

10 Tips for Crafting Authentic Characters

Give them depth: Create characters with multidimensional personalities, including strengths, weaknesses, quirks, and flaws. They should have a mix of virtues and vices that make them relatable and interesting.

Provide backstory: Develop a detailed backstory for each character, even if only a fraction of it makes it into your story. Understanding a character's past experiences, traumas, and motivations will inform their actions and decisions in the present.

Show their emotions: Allow your characters to express a range of emotions realistically. Show how they react to different situations, both internally and externally, to make them feel human and relatable.

Give them distinct voices: Each character should have a unique way of speaking, with distinct vocabulary, syntax, and speech patterns. This helps readers differentiate between characters and adds authenticity to their dialogue.

Create internal conflicts: Give your characters inner struggles and conflicting desires that they must grapple with throughout the story. Internal conflicts add depth and complexity to characters, making them more believable.

Show their relationships: Develop meaningful relationships between characters, whether they're familial, romantic, platonic, or adversarial. Show how these relationships evolve and influence the characters' development over time.

Make them evolve: Characters should grow and change over the course of the story, driven by their experiences and the challenges they face. Allow them to learn from their mistakes, overcome obstacles, and develop as individuals.

Ground them in reality: Anchor your characters in the real world by giving them relatable experiences, hobbies, jobs, or cultural backgrounds. Incorporating realistic details adds depth and authenticity to their portrayal.

Show their flaws: Imperfect characters are often the most compelling. Don't be afraid to showcase your characters' flaws and vulnerabilities; these imperfections make them more relatable and human.

Give them agency: Allow your characters to drive the plot forward through their actions, decisions, and choices. Avoid making them passive observers or mere vehicles for the story's events. Characters with agency feel more authentic and engaging to readers.

[reelwriter19]

[reelwriter19]

Oscars Night Part 2 (MBJ x Famous Black OC)

A/N: So we got Michael's Oscar win… here's Charlotte's! A little fluff and smut with our favs. This gif has nothing to do with the Oscars but he looks damn good so here we are… Enjoy!

Warning: Smut

“And here we have the insanely gorgeous star of the night, Mrs. Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan. Mrs. Jordan, how are you feeling?”

Charlotte slid her hand into Michael Strahan’s as he politely helped her step up onto the platform for her pre-show interview at the 90th Academy Awards. Her stylist had gone for full glam with her outfit, it was a bit more dramatic than she would usually go for but it hit the mark and clearly was a showstopper, which was exactly what Law believed she should be for the night. However, without her husband’s usual arm to steady her, she questioned how she even made it this far down the carpet by herself. 

“I am doing amazing, thank you! So excited to be here.” She offered him and the camera a dazzling white smile, which expertly hid the massive waves of anxiety crashing over her. 

Her eyes carefully examined the chaotic terrain of the red carpet and wondered silently how her peers sauntered down these red carpets with such ease and confidence. It was certainly not her first award show, it was not even her first time at the Oscars. It was, however, her first time as a nominee and she felt like a fawn testing out its wobbly new legs for the first time. Despite all the award shows and events she had gone to in her career, tonight felt as if she had ascended into a whole new level of terrifying. And it did not help that she had to make it through the evening without the one person who could keep her anxiety in check, the only person who knew the right words to pull her back from the edge of anxiety and doubt. 

“Well, first, you look absolutely stunning. Tonight is a huge night for you as a first-time nominee. But it could also be a significant historic night for you and the film industry. You are only one of three women nominated for Best Song and Best Actress in the same year. And you could become the second Black woman to win best actress, and the youngest person to become an EGOT in history. How does that all feel? Are you excited?” 

She let out a quick and light chuckle, “No pressure at all, right??” She paused and shrugged. “But honestly, I am trying to not think too much about all of that. I just… I just strive every day to do my best work and be the best vessel for other people’s stories that I can be. Naomi really was the embodiment of that for me. And given the reckoning that is happening across the country, but particularly in our industry over the last few years, I think Naomi’s story is too familiar for far too many people. And it has been great to see the conversations this film has started and how it really centers the journey of survivors. So I am just so proud and honored to be part of it. And while the recognition from my peers this season has been incredible, I am more happy about that. So I’m just looking forward to performing tonight and celebrating the best of the best in our industry. I try not to get too caught up in all the other stuff.” 

Her role in the indie film, Bird Set Free, was timely and deeply personal for Charlotte due to her own struggles with abuse. The film tells the story of Naomi, an aspiring songwriter who is assaulted by her boss at her part-time job. The project, loosely based on the screenwriter’s own life, followed Naomi’s journey to recovery and shed real light on the harsh impacts of trauma on survivors. With this role, Charlotte had the rare opportunity to both play the main character and dust off her songwriting skills by contributing to many of the songs showcased throughout the film. As a survivor of abuse herself, Charlotte knew her performance tonight was her moment ensure her performance of “She Used to Be Mine” reflected her character’s and her own experience overcoming trauma. She had poured all that pain from her own journey into that ballad, creating one of her most emotional songs yet. 

“That is amazing and we wish you all the best. Before you go, I do have to ask, you are missing the other Michael tonight. I know he is out promoting a little movie folks may not have heard of… just a billion dollar cultural phenomenon.” 

Charlotte’s lips curled into a soft smile, her sadness still coloring the edges though she tried to hide it. 

“Yes, Michael is promoting Black Panther with the rest of the cast overseas. I am sad my partner in crime isn’t with me but this is a historic moment for him and the entire cast so I couldn’t be prouder. And our marriage works because we both do what we love. So I know he is cheering me on.” 

She had repeated that refrain over and over to herself for the last week since Michael revealed he would have to go out of the country to promote the film and would not make it back in time for the Oscars. Work was work and Marvel required a lot of the cast to promote this historic blockbuster. But she would not lie to herself and pretend it was not still disappointing. And while she knew she could not say this to the well-intentioned reporters interviewing her, deep down today only served as a reminder of the downside to being married to a fellow actor: neither of you could be as present as you wanted or should be. 

“But,” she continued. “He sent a gorgeous bouquet of flowers and champagne for me and the team while I was getting ready. So if I can’t have him, champagne is a decent replacement.” Her light laughter was cut short by two strong hands wrapping around her waist and settling on her hips, her body pulled back into a familiar embrace. 

“Hey honey bee…” 

Charlotte whipped around, her legs almost giving out beneath her as she found her husband standing behind her. Her hands immediately ran over his arms as if she had to feel him to believe he was truly there and not a ghost. Tears sprang to her eyes as she drank him in, any and all words stolen right out of her throat.  

“W-what…. H-how?” She mumbled as he pulled her into a kiss, her interview long forgotten. The kiss was brief but she felt it, all of his whispers to relax, urges to breathe, and desires for her to enjoy her moment. 

Just a moment in his arms made Charlotte feel more at peace than she had been since she woke up this morning. She pulled back from their embrace to study him, her brain still refusing to believe he was really with her and not across the world. She could not stop the wave of lust that hit her as she took in his tux. It baffled her how he always managed to look so damn good.

“Where there’s a will…” he shrugged, smiling down at her and offering her a sly wink. She dabbed her eyes to stop the tears from falling, knowing she would never hear the end of it from her team if she ruined her makeup before the show even started.

“That is just beautiful. Safe to say you are surprised?” 

“Yes, 100%! He called me earlier, pretending he was in a whole different time zone,” her tone playfully accusatory as she poked his side. “Usually, I’m pretty hard to get a surprise over on but he definitely got me this time.” 

Michael leaned over and offered a quick peck on her nose, Charlotte’s face scrunching up as she blushed. 

“You two are definitely going to be relationship goals by the end of the show. Michael, it’s always great to see you and best of luck, Charlotte.” 

Given they had not seen much of each other in the last two months since Charlotte was doing Oscar’s press and Michael was promoting the film, the pair found it difficult to keep their hands off each other as they finished the rest of the carpet. With Michael’s calming presence by her side, Charlotte did not desire to rush through the carpet as she normally did. Instead, she savored the moment, posing and grinning and joking with Michael as photographers took their pictures. 

Charlotte found it hard not to simply stare at Michael the entire time though. Words could not describe how elated she was to have him there. She could not explain it but the outcome of the evening mattered significantly less to her now that he was by her side. Charlotte was never one to fuss over awards. The only one she had ever truly cared about winning was her Tony. After all, she had risked everything for that shot, a 20% chance at an award she dreamed about since she was old enough to have ambitions. 

She wanted the others, aimed for that status of EGOT. But she was young and knew it could take decades to do so. She wanted it, but she also knew this would not be her only chance if it did not work out. That was the reality she chose to remain grounded in. But whatever the outcome, she knew Michael would help her enjoy the night and not obsess over what was to come.

She barely had time to enjoy the first half hour of the show or Michael before she was whisked away from her front row seat to prepare for her performance. This was the only portion of the evening that did not make her nervous. Charlotte’s acting chops were only outdone by her own singing talent. Though she never wanted to a full-time singer, she always gravitated toward roles that allowed her to also sing, which is why musicals were perfect for her. It was as thoughtless as walking or breathing for her to sit at a piano and sing. She just let the words and music consume her, and the audience just melted away like ice on summer day. She could do that in her sleep.

She took one last deep breath before the curtain opened and the spotlight came down on her. She blocked out everyone and everything as she listened to the opening refrain of the song and began to sing. There were no frills or hooks in her performance tonight. It was simply her and an orchestra of all women of color behind her as she sung her heart out. She still remembered the day she wrote this song. She poured out all of the grief and regret she once felt for the pieces of her that died after her ex, the pieces she, at the time, believe she could never get back. She recalled that hopelessness as if it was still part of her, still had its claws so deeply rooted in her soul. She was no longer that woman, but that was who Naomi was when she wrote it and that song represented her and Naomi and countless survivors at their lowest points, when the road to recovery seemed too dark, when all you could do was drown in the regret of the person you weren’t in anymore. It was them at their most vulnerable and Charlotte, ever a performer, showed that with every note. 

It was not until the final note played that she came back to reality, her mind unable to ignore the standing ovation and cheers that rung out around her. Her eyes immediately fell to Michael though, whose cheers could be heard above the rest. He gave her a discrete thumbs up and mouthed, “I love you,” as the show went to commercial break and the lights went down.   

Like a well-oiled machine, she had no time to rest before she was ushered backstage and back around to her seat before the commercial break ended. She hated that her categories were among the last of the evening. She enjoyed the Oscars but sitting and waiting all night was not her idea of fun. And though it was great to see friends and people she admired win throughout the night, she could not deny that it felt as if she was dragging toward the end of the show. 

She rolled her neck and straightened up in her seat as John Legend walked up to the microphone and launched into his scripted speech. His words sounded muffled in her ears as she sat there, unable to register anything. She was sure whatever his spiel was about the importance of music in film was true but now that her category was mere moments away, all the anxiety she had pushed off was crashing over her like a tsunami. 

Her mind only checked back into reality when she heard the announcer read her name and heard a few bars from her song in the movie. She instinctively sat up and put a smile on her face, knowing the camera would be on her from that moment forward, win or lose. Her hand sat in Michael’s lap as he held her hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles in the inside of her wrist, his nonverbal cue to relax. His grip was tight but not unwelcome as she waited to hear if she would make history. 

“And the Oscar for Best Song goes to…” Charlotte closed her eyes as she waited with bated breath, the seconds inching by as John opened that damn envelope. “Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan, She Used to Be Mine.” 

Charlotte’s face immediately fell into her hands as she heard her name, her shock paralyzing her in her seat. Everyone around her jumped up with loud applause, cheers and whistles filling her ears. It was not until Michael discreetly tugged on her arm that she broke out of her trance and stood up. She hugged him tightly and kissed him before making her way to the stage. 

After her quick obligatory hug to John as he handed her the statue, she stood in front of the mic and waited for a moment until the cheers died down. She examined the card in her hand, reading it for a moment. 

“Wow… I am honestly just in shock. Literally just wanted to read it to make sure it really said my name,” she chuckled, a few cheers and laughter breaking out as she paused, her brain moving too slow to remember her speech. 

“T-this… this is an amazing honor.” Her voice broke slightly as she continued, the weight of this moment starting to truly hit her as she spoke.“T-thank you to the Academy, it is a true honor to be recognized by one’s peers. U-Um, thank you to the entire team that worked on this song with me. It was a blessing and honor to tell this story with you. Thank you to Christina, our amazing screenwriter, for trusting us with this story, for trusting me with your story. I… I can’t think straight and left my notes at my seat so I am saying honor a lot, which is weird,” Charlotte rambled. “And now I’m rambling, everyone who knows me knows how on brand this is. So I will just say apologies to anyone I forgot. But thank you all so much. No song is created alone and I owe this to all of you for pouring your souls into this piece of art.”

“Lastly, to my dad and siblings and my friends, thank you for listening and enduring all the terrible songs I wrote when I was 10. Your unwavering support of my love for music got me here. And to my husband, thank you for all your love and dedication to me and to supporting my dreams. I love you so much. Thank you!” 

She lifted the Oscars in the air slightly and smiled before turning to walk off stage. As she passed folks backstage, everyone offered her hugs and congratulations. However, Charlotte barely registered any of it, she just let the PAs guide her where she needed to go to be back in her seat for Best Actress. She still could not believe that had truly happened. Part of her was still waiting for someone to find her and tell her it was a mistake and rip it out of her hands. She was officially an EGOT, something she had always wanted but felt so far out of reach. And it was finally hers. 

“See, I told you,” Michael whispered as she settled back into her seat. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing the that held her wedding band. “That’s why I’m always right. 

“How could I not know that by now??” She whispered as she leaned over to kiss him on the lips. And he was not wrong, Michael said every day since she was nominated that she would walk away with at least one Oscar tonight. She just had not believed him.  

“That’s what I’ve been sayin’ this whole time,” he joked. “An EGOT… man, I’m so proud of you, baby.”

They shared another deep kiss before the lights flickered, signaling that the commercial was over and the cameras were about to roll again. Charlotte’s stomach did backflips as she watched Mahershala Ali walk up to the mic. This was the award that would truly determine how she felt about this historic night. Of the two awards she was nominated for, this was the one that held more weight to her. She was proud to win Best Song, but Charlotte was the most critical of her acting. It was the craft she had to go to school for, study, and train to be her best at. She never believed she was a strong actor. And though she would not be all that disappointed if she lost, she knew it would be the affirmation she needed to finally cast all doubt aside. 

“These five women gave us performances that blew us away. From a spunky young teen to a survivor trying to rebuild her life, these performances made us laugh, made us cry, and made us question our world. These are the nominees for Best Actress.” 

Charlotte watched the reel closely, her heart filling with pride as she watched snippets from some of her own personal favorite performances from the year. This was a tough category, and Charlotte knew she would be happy to see every single woman walk away with it. She wanted it, but at least she knew it would go to someone truly deserving if she lost. Michael’s grip was now on her thigh through the slit in her dress and almost painful as she, once again, straightened up for the camera. 

“And the Oscar goes to… Charlotte Elsbeth Jordan, Bird Set Free.” 

She shook her head in disbelief but she stood up quicker this time, tears already streaming down her face. She repeated the same path toward the stage after hugging and kissing her husband.

“Wow ok, being up here a second time is kinda perfect so I can say everything I forgot the first time.” She paused as the crowd applause renewed. “U-um ok, thank you once again to the Academy. First, I want to say what a blessing it is to be even included among this insanely talented group of nominees. I want to thank the entire cast, crew, production team of this movie. I was so insanely proud to come to work each day and bring this story to life. And proud to wake up daily and portray the story of Naomi, a story that is too familiar to myself and many of us in this room and many of you watching tonight: the story of a survivor who took their power back and decided to thrive. Our world and our industry has a ways to go but I want every survivor here and watching to know that I see you, I love you, and this is for you.” She paused as the crowd applauded her. 

“Lastly, I want to thank my husband, Michael. Your…” she looked up at the ceiling for a moment as she tried to stop tears from falling. “Your love for me is unlike anything I have ever known and there isn’t enough time or enough words to adequately express how grateful I am to walk this Earth each day with you by my side and spend those days loving you and being loved by you. There has never been a dream that you have not encouraged me to chase and never been a door that you haven’t helped me push open when I doubted whether I could do it myself. I would not be here tonight if it weren’t for your unwavering belief in me.  Thank you for being you and for always encouraging me to be my fullest and most authentic self. I love you to the moon and back over and over and over again.” She blew him a kiss before smiling and offering a last broad thank you to the entire crowd before turning to exit the stage.  

From there, the night felt like a blur of congratulations, interviews, and parties. She endured all of them, the chaos and frenzy of every event, though she really just wanted to retreat to her hotel room with her husband. 

Finally, on their drive to the third after party, Charlotte said, “How committed are you to going to this party?” 

Michael raised his eyebrow and chuckled, “Tapping out already, old lady?” 

She rolled her eyes, “Shut uppppp. Seriously, you wanna just head back to the hotel?” 

Michael merely shrugged. “Not up to me, baby girl. It’s your night, Oscar winners get whatever they want for at least a week. So you’re callin’ the shots. So what do you want?” 

She tilted her head as she studied him for a moment, the lust she felt earlier in the night returning with full force now. 

She slid across the limo to sit by him, her legs straddling his hips. It was a bit dangerous in a moving car but she did not care. She leaned in and kissed him softly, before moving down to his neck. She sucked softly on his sensitive spot, smirking as a moan escaped his lips. 

“You know what I want, baby,” she whispered in his ear, his hands immediately going to grip her ass. 

“Aye, brah!” Michael called out to the driver. 

“Yes, sir?” 

“Take us back to the hotel. I’ll triple your tip if you get there within 10 minutes.”

Charlotte laughed as they continued making out like two horny 20 year olds. Charlotte willed Michael to fill her right then and there, but he refused, deciding they could wait until they got to their suite. By the time they reached their hotel, in record time thanks to their motivated driver, Charlotte’s need was so overwhelming she felt as if she might die if he did not touch her. 

The moment their suite door slammed suit, the pair were all over each other. They made quick work of removing Charlotte’s dress as they kissed hungrily, Michael pushing her body against the wall of the hotel room as he kissed every inch of skin he could find. 

Charlotte let out a small yelp as Michael hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He threw her down, immediately hooking his fingers on the small fabric of her thong and sliding it down. Michael placed a trail of soft gentle kisses slowly down her body, starting at her neck and working his way down to her soft stomach. He took special care with her breasts, his mouth engulfing her nipple as he sucked lightly. Her groans of pleasure filled his ears and spurred him on as he switched sides, ensuring he gave each equal treatment. He knew Charlotte loved nipple play and he knew exactly which buttons to press to turn her into a blubbering mess in his hands. 

By the time Michael reached her lower stomach, Charlotte was panting, her pleads for more were on the tip of her lips, her pussy aching to be touched. 

“B-baby, please,” she begged.

“Let me take care of you, honey bee,” he whispered, placing a kiss and softly biting her inner thigh. 

“You know how much I love you, Els? How fuckin’ perfect you are?” He asked as he alternated between soft kisses and gentle bites that drove Charlotte wild. Each kiss got closer and closer to Charlotte’s aching core but not close enough. 

His hands pushed her legs open, her flower already dripping wet for him. He licked his lips as he prepared for his favorite meal. 

He immediately dove between her legs, his tongue caressing her sensitive bud and causing her back to arch off the bed. 

“F-Fuck! J-just like that, baby,” she moaned as a deep shudder of pleasure racked through her body. 

Charlotte’s hands gripped the comforter as he pushed her up a mountain of pleasure. The things Michael could do with his mouth were otherworldly. Charlotte quite literally often saw stars. He knew everything there was to know about Charlotte and her body. He did not have a college degree but he had a ph.D in his honey bee. So every time he was between her legs, he made sure she was more than well taken care of, often taking her body and pleasure to new heights she could not even fathom. 

As he inserted two fingers inside her, Charlotte knew it would be one of those marathon, new heights type of evenings. Her moans and screams created a symphony throughout their hotel suite as Michael spelled out his love for her with every kiss, lick, and touch. 

Feeling how close she was to her peak, Michael increased his speed, curling his two fingers into her G-spot. 

Charlotte let out a breathless scream as Michael sent her over the edge. Her words were incoherent as waves of pleasure pulled her deeper and deeper under the surface. 

He gave her no time to recover as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of her at a relentless pace as he emerged from between her legs. He roughly pressed his lips to hers, allowing Charlotte to taste herself on his lips. 

“Just like honey,” he whispered, causing her to smile as he recalled something he said to her the first time they had sex, the genesis of his second favorite nickname for her. 

She whimpered against his lips as the pleasure became overwhelming. 

“I-It’s too much, B-Bakari,” she moaned as she felt her orgasm building again too fast and too soon. 

“Take it, baby. I know you can,” Bakari whispered in her ear, his deep voice causing Charlotte to acquiesce to his will immediately. She would do whatever he asked of her, ride the waves of whatever pleasure he was willing to give her. “You got one more, baby girl. I know you do.” 

Bakari smirked as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open with every moan. They had been together for years and the sight of her cumming never got old to him. She looked perfect, wild and uninhibited. 

It did not take long for his expert ministrations to send her tumbling down yet another earth-shattering orgasm. 

Her vision went white as she came on his hand, Michael whispering sweet nothings to her. 

“Good girl. That’s right, cum for me, baby.” 

He finally removed his hands from inside her, watching her come back to reality. 

“You’re…a… fuckin’ menace…” she whispered after a few minutes of silence, causing Michael to chuckle. “I can’t feel my damn legs.” 

“You said you wanted me, baby girl. So I’m giving you all of me. And there’s still a lot left.” 

He gently slapped her thigh, spurring her to push herself up on her forearms. 

“Hey,” she grabbed his arm and pulled him in for a soft kiss. The entire evening had been frenzied and chaotic. She just wanted one moment that was slow and intimate, a true moment of quiet between the pair of them before the night was over. “Thank you, Bakari. Tonight was perfect. I don’t des-” 

He stopped her and captured her lips with another kiss before saying, “Aye, none of that today. You deserved every moment of it and more. I’ll never let you forget that. Now lay back down so I can keep showing you how I proud I am of you, aight?” 

She laughed and laid back on the soft comforter and nodded. “I’m all yours baby.” 

Tag list: @certifiedlesbianbaddie @reelwriter19 @bangtanxmegan @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @msniaimani @hi888888sworld @destinio1 @lynaye1993

***

AN: Bird Set Free is a fake movie, of course lol but She Used to Be Mine is a real song if folks were wondering - from the musical Waitress. I’m obsessed with it.

[reelwriter19]

Our Christmas

Summary: A continuation of the holiday fanfics. The pandemic created stress for everyone and in your favorite month of the year, you begin to worry that Erik has become distant

Words: 2K+

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, y’all! Despite the current state of the world, I hope y’all can read this and feel some happiness in the form of a gushy fic. As always, I write for my black beauties out there. I can’t wait to hear what you think! - Shanti J.

You always loved Christmas. Not for the presents; but for the feeling. The feeling that most of us took for granted as children and chased after as adulthood began to emerge. Most people told you it would go away as you grew up. However, well into your late twenties, that special warmth never left your soul. You loved cooking holiday meals with the intent to feed and nurture. Soft festive jazz music humming in the background; the warm glow of the tree’s lights illuminating your lover’s face as you sip hot cocoa together. No, it was never about the presents for you. Far from it. 

But this year had whittled you down to a nub. After the outbreak of the virus in the Americas and Asia, Wakanda had shut its borders for good. Most large events had to be permanently postponed; including your wedding. Erik moved you back into the palace much to the behest of queen-mother’s traditions. But circumstances had changed and you were all forced to adapt. You were trying your best not to let the stress of this year get to you. You still decorated the tree with your family over Zoom. Made Christmas pastries and convinced T’Challa to let you decorate the entirety of the palace. And still, nothing was enough for you. Erik had no time to spare for any of these festivities because of his duties. It felt as if he was taking care of everything and everyone but you. 

On the morning of Christmas Eve, you wandered through the halls, eating breakfast on the go with your craft caddy in tow. Erik wasn’t in bed this morning and there was only one person that would have him up this early on a holiday. 

You approached the doors of T’Challa’s office and the Dora’s let you in without question. T’Challa had stopped talking as he and Erik looked up at you. 

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” You spoke sheepishly, your mouth still full of waffle sticks. 

“Nonsense, you know you are welcomed in here. How are you, y/n?” T’Challa always treated you like a younger sibling and you appreciated it. 

“Well, it’s Christmas Eve so I’m doing great. I actually came to steal Erik away for some festive crafting,” you said, giddily smiling at your fiance. He looked at his cousin and then stood to give you a hug. 

“You know I would, cakes, but I’ve got some business to handle with the outreach today,” he informed, kissing you softly before walking to the door. 

“Babe, what about our plans?” You pouted, crossing your arms in disappointment. 

“Uh, ask T. Love you!” And just as quickly as you had seen him, he was out of the door. You turned to look at T’Challa who had already resumed his work. 

“My king..,” you cooed sweetly, “do you think you could spare a few hours to hang out with your favorite cousin?” 

“Could you not ask Shuri to do this?” He tried his best not to look at you.

“T, you know she’s working around the clock to create a vaccine. Come on! Let’s get into the Christmas spirit!” You were practically begging him at this point. 

“Eesh, y/n you know I do not celebrate Christmas. Can we not skip the festivities today?” He knew you would talk him into it, but insisted on fighting you. 

“Don’t be like that, T! Look, I’ll give you my cute friend’s number that you’re always bugging me about. Please!” You drew out your ‘please’ and clasped your hands in a praying position. You could see a smile creep onto your soon to be cousin’s face as he considered the deal. 

“Fine. You get a few hours and then I must get back to work. Send me her number,” he smiled and rolled his eyes as you danced around. 

You pulled T’Challa by his hand, guiding him to the art room. You only had a few crafts planned but luckily there was a massive screen so you could show him a couple of your favorite holiday movies. 

After making paper snowflakes, pipe cleaner snowmen, and paper mache penguins, you could tell T’Challa was getting sick of crafting. He had one of his courtiers bring in some lunch while you watched The Preacher’s Wife. 

“T, can I ask you a question?” You looked down at your Banga soup, swirling it around. 

“Sure, as long as you don’t ask my intentions with your friend,” he joked, nudging you with his elbow. You smiled and sighed. 

“I know this pandemic has been hard for everybody. Do you think Erik doesn’t-. Do you think he’s having second thoughts about us? I mean, I’ve barely seen him this month. Have I gotten to be a nuisance over these last nine months?” You didn’t dare look at him; what if his answer was the same one you had been dreading for the past three weeks?

“Ntombazana esisiyatha. Y/n, do you think he would profess his love to you every day if he saw you as a nuisance? N’Jadaka is great at many things but lying is not one of them,” T’Challa assured you, patting your knee. 

“You must keep your wits about you, y/n. He just may surprise you.”

***

That night, you lay in bed rewatching Holiday Calendar on Netflix for the 17th time, munching on the good ice. Erik walked in and threw a black parcel on your bed. 

“Put this on and meet me in the ballroom in 30 minutes,” Erik demanded before turning back to the door. 

“What are you even talking about? I haven’t seen you since this morning,” you exclaimed with your mouth full of ice. 

“Cakes, I don’t have time to explain. Just get dressed; I’m sending in the handmaidens to help you out. Take off your bonnet, man!” His voice echoed in the room as he walked out. 

You paused the movie in a huff and tore off your bonnet. The handmaidens greeted you as they walked in with a myriad of hair products and accessories in their hands. You sat in the chair in front of your vanity and the ladies started on your hair. 

“Do y’all know what this is all about?” You winced at the parting of your hair, watching them put the top of your hair in two buns. 

“No, miss. We were only ordered to get you ready,” she uttered. You nodded, sat back, and let them finish your hair. 

20 minutes passed and you were finally done, but still confused and upset at your fiance. You dressed in the beautiful cream-colored dress Erik had given you and began to make your way to the ballroom. You could hear faint music playing as you walked down the Christmas ladened hallway. Pushing the door of the ballroom open slowly, you peeked in the see Erik standing by himself in front of the Christmas tree. He was wearing the same cream-colored outfit as you; teetering side to side, stretching out his shoulders. You walked in nervously until his eyes met yours; filling you with comfort. 

“Cakes. You look beautiful, baby,” he complimented with his smile beaming. He pulled you into a hug, kissing your head. 

“E, what are we doing?” You searched his face for answers as he took a couple of deep breaths. He held your hands to his chest as he gathered his words.

“Well, baby, this has been a trying year for us and we were supposed to get married five months ago. So I thought why not now? I love you, cakes; I don’t wanna wait anymore. Marry me, y/n,” Erik pleaded, caressing your arm. 

“N’Jadaka,” you whimpered, trying to hold your tears in, “my mom isn’t here. My aunties and my cousin aren’t here. I can’t do this without them.” 

“About that.. Y’all can come out now,” he projected into the empty ballroom. 

The doors opened and in walked both your family and his. Your hand shot over your mouth and Erik held you steady. You ran over to your mom, gathering her into your embrace. 

“Mommy,” you sobbed into her shoulder. Your mom rubbed your back as you cried, whispering ‘i love you’s and announcing your beauty. You looked at Shuri in shock. 

“Shuri, how? Both T and Erik said no one could be admitted into Wakanda until you made a vaccine,” you exclaimed. 

“N’Jadaka helped me all month to find a preventive and curative vaccine. He’s smarter than he looks, aye?” Everyone chuckled at Shuri and your mom squeezed your hand. 

“It’s time,” mom said as she guided you back to Erik. 

T’Challa took his place between you two, quieting everyone down. Erik held your hands, rubbing the back of them with his thumbs. 

“I really wanna kiss you right now!” You stomped your foot in frustration, causing everyone to laugh. 

“Nah, cakes you gotta wait. I got some things to say first,” Erik said confidently.

“Before we get too carried away, I would like to thank everyone for being here. Witnessing this bond of love is a gift to us all. As this is not a traditional ceremony, we will let the bride and the groom say their words of love and commitment. N’Jadaka?” T’Challa stepped back to hand the floor over to you and Erik.

Erik pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and proceed to crumple it up; throwing it over his shoulder. 

“I was going to read this piece that I had written for you but I don’t need a piece of paper to convey this. I know how I feel about you, y/n, and I’ve felt this way since the first time we met. I love everything about you. Your corny jokes at the most random times; the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous. You illuminate every room you walk into, every conversation you make, every life you affect. The way you can take a mess of a person and help them grow into the man they knew they could always be is astonishing.” Erik stopped to compose himself as you silently sobbed. 

“You’re enamoring, y/n. You’ve filled a void that I didn’t even know was there. I spent a large fraction of my life in search of my purpose; my ordained destiny. And, I found it the day I met you. And I swear on everything that I will continue to fulfill that purpose. I will stand by you in times of triumph and defeat. I will love you until my last breath and I will strive to go above and beyond every day; as long as I get to look over at you and say ‘that’s my wife and the mother of my future children’, I’ll be straight. I love you, man.” Erik wiped the tears from his face and held your hand against his lips. 

“Erik, you…” You held your head back trying to hold in the tears. 

“That’s alright, cakes. You got it, baby,” he said reassuringly. 

“You’re everything that I didn’t know I needed. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this kind of love. It’s a love that I was afraid of, one that tore me down and built me back up again. I’ve tried to run so many times but you wouldn’t let me give up on this. On us,” you proclaimed with a quivering lip. 

“I had lived in fear of loving deeply for so long. Fear that I would let you in and give you the chance to hurt me or shut me out. But you were confident in us-  in me. You gave me love and with each passing day, you breathed life into this bond and created what we have today. You are strong and bullheaded. Open and vulnerable when someone needs you. You’re the soundtrack to my life and I wanna play it again and again and again; I can’t get enough of you. I will be strong when you are weak. I will work tirelessly so that my love reflects yours every single day. Your birth is my birth,” you cried as you smiled lovingly at your groom. 

“And your death is my death,” Erik replied, wiping his face. 

“Please exchange the rings,” T’Challa instructed, handing you the rings. After sliding the rings on each other’s fingers, you joined hands once again. 

“By the power of Bast, I now pronounce you husband and wife. N’Jadaka, you may kiss your bride.” 

“Shit, you ain’t gotta tell me twice,” Erik joked, cradling your face in his hands and kissing you deeply. Cheers erupted around you as the warmth of your husband’s love lit your soul. 

“I love you, baby. I love you,” he said, placing kisses all over your face. 

“I love you more,” you smiled. 

You sat at the table with the rest of your family as waiters walked in with celebratory food and drink. You looked around at your family laughing and caught Erik staring at you. 

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Stevens,” Erik whispered to you. 

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Stevens.”

Translations:

Ntombazana esisiyatha = Stupid girl

TAG LIST:

@great-neckpectations @babybluepeaches @muse-of-mbaku @melaninmarvel @ashanti-notthesinger @naturallyqueenie @itsmegarabitch @nyneebeyexemplary @pocmarvelworks @howtoshuckatlife @magic-madness-heaven @tgigoldie @archivistofwakanda @alexundefined @minyara-kun @destinio1 @siriuslycollinss @raysunshine78 @foulmouthedandfanfic @madamslayyy @notdsg @syl-leea @ghostfacekill-monger @jaleelawhite @soufcakmistress @greennightspider @bitchacho25 @elaindeereads @slades-side-chick @whatthefuckbilly143 @jordanhelah @puremolasses @ajspencer1892 @wakanda4everinthisbitch @monochrome-pineapple @psuedo4 @chaneajoyyy

[reelwriter19]

falling back in love with your hobbies feel like a second chance at life.

[reelwriter19]

🌹🌹

These two have truly grown on me...Enjoy!

*************************

“C'mere.”

“Nope.”

“Why not? That girl is knocked out.”

“Shhhh! Kim said she sleeps light.”

Kevin's hands were rummaging around seeking a way to get up under her blanket by her feet. Massaging the top of her foot may have seemed innocent but she knew better.

Tucking her feet up she giggled, “Stop it.”

“What?” Kevin raised his eyebrows in innocence.

Ava jerked her head her eyes going toward the hallway “There is a child in this house.”

His face scrunched slightly “So what?”

Shaking her head at his devilment, Ava folded her arms and looked back at the tv. “Nope. Sorry.” 

Kevin sucked teeth then leaned forward to grab her ankle and tugged hard. 

Ava squeaked grinning. Opening her eyes wide she shook her head no, “Stop that.”

“I just want you over here with me.” Kevin arched his eyebrow and wet his lips. Nodding yes he bit his lip lifting his fingers from the back of the couch just enough to wave her over. “Come on baby. You know you wanna be over here with me.

Ava was pressing her lips together hard on the smile he was working out of her. “No. You don't know how to act.”

Kevin leaned back in the corner of the couch his face angelic. Patting the space between his legs he crossed his heart holding his hands in the air. “I'll be good.”

Ava squinted before crawling over to his side, “You better be.”

[reelwriter19]

[reelwriter19]

🖤 ♡ 🖤

[reelwriter19]

[reelwriter19]

If you [ b l a c k ] reblog this.

don’t care what shade just reblog.

[reelwriter19]

[reelwriter19]

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC RECS M.LIST

ONE CHICAGO

KEVIN ATWATER

Badge of Honor — @keanureevesisbae

Torments — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

I’ll Be Seeing You — @proceduralpassion .☘︎ ݁˖

Just One Round — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Coffee Bae — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

Can We Talk — @yaachtynoboat711 .☘︎ ݁˖

S.O.S. — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

I Got You — @darqchilddaydreamz .☘︎ ݁˖

Daddy Kink — @strwbrrykss

Nothin’ I Wouldn’t Do For You — @libraryofloveletters

Won’t You Be Mine?— @ssahotchswifemain

Smoothie — @reelwriter19 .☘︎ ݁˖

Say It — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Doctor’s Visit (Drabble) — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Lucky Ones — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

Ready — @blackmissfrizzle .☘︎ ݁˖

CONNOR RHODES

Lunch — @collecting-stories

Model Husband — @deanstead

Money, Money, Money — @poppadom0912

Vows — @deanstead

In The Dark — @bullet-prooflove

JAY HALSTEAD

My Blessings — @halsteadlover

Mine — @onechicagolife

What Are You Doing? — @themultifandomgal

Never Been So Scared — @dlmlufics

Med Students — @poppadom0912

I’m Late — @dlmlufics

Domestic — @lily174

I’ll Look Out For You — @lily174

Birthday Surprise — @dlmlufics

I Promised You Forever — @dlmlufics

The Sister Halstead Materlist — @citygirlcharlotte

Baby Halstead — @dlmlufics

Mrs. Detective Jay Halstead — @dlmlufics

HANK VOIGHT

Keep You Safe — @poisonedjoinery

Filthy Secrets — @poisonedjoinery

Sweet Little Thing — @poisonedjoinery

The Family We Chose — @procrastinatorimagines

Hank x Deaf!Fem!Reader — @keanureevesisbae

Is That My Shirt? — @one-sweet-gubler

Slow And Steady — @smaoineamhsalach

Accidental First Kiss — @libraryofloveletters

TLOU

ABBY ANDERSON

Anything But Me (+ Ellie Williams) ⎢ Part 2 — @seattlesellie

Abby x Ticklish!Reader — @lolasimms

First Kiss — @millerssurora

Sleepy Lovemaking w/ Abby — @lolasimms

Scumbag!Abby — @canaidliafail

Uncharted Territory — @sweetercalypso

Abby Being Sweet w/ Crybaby!Reader — @sweetercalypso

Stressed Out — @ourautumn86

Tea Parties and Mockery — @lolasimms

Espresso and Hand Holding — @lolasimms

Abby and Reader w/ Toddler Twins — @lolasimms

Girl Mom!Abby x Black!Reader ⎢ More HCs — @theendofevangelionnn .☘︎ ݁˖

At Least I Got You In My Head ⎢ 1 ⎢ 2 ⎢ 2.5 ⎢ 3 — @whatwouldsylwrite

Camgirl!Reader x Camgirl!Abby — @deblklesb

Abby Making A Sextape With You— @deblklesb

Soft Ridges — @elsfairy

Discovering The Mommy Kink — @hope-drunk

The Late Shift — @pinknightsinmymind

Tan Lines — @sweetercalypso

Look, Wild Cherries! — @s-4pphics .☘︎ ݁˖

Sexting w/ GF!Abby — @ourautumn86

Jealous Sex w/ Basketball!Abby — @elsweetheart

Morning Routine — @lolasimms

Abby Teasing You — @strawberryjamheart

Stay Grounded ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @canaidliafail

Deep End — @angelkissiies

Stubborn — @darlingmisa

It’s Gonna Kill Me — @fleshwaters

Abby Anderson NSFW HCs — @pinknightsinmymind

Size Kink w/ Abby — @seattlesellie

Mom!Abby HCs — @lolasimms

Abby Helps You Squirt — @sweet-lover-girl

Mornings — @pinknightsinmymind

Wife!Abby and Reader ⎢ Part Two — @lolasimms

Modern AU: GF!Abby HCs ⎢ Part 2 — @hyperfixatesnwrites

What? Like It’s Hard? — @angelkissiies

Try Something New — @toasty-melons

Lemon Color, Honey Glow — @girldreaming

Munch! — @ourautumn86

Being Modern!Abby’s Girlfriend — @hope-drunk

Rugby Player!Abby — @abbysgirlx

Cooking For Abby — @darlingmisa

Hockey!Abby — @millersaurora

Serene — @elsfairy

Talk You Through It — @pinknightsinmymind

Text Messages (+ Ellie and Dina) — @onestopfanficshop