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DAAaHRLINg,

"Joy, in part, is the justice we give ourselves." Drew Lanham

Audrey Hepburn in “Sabrina” (1954) dir. Billy Wilder

"Writing is something you do alone. It's a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't wanna make eye contact while telling it."

— John Green

Cuties!

Cinderella (1997) Hollywood Movie Premiere

— danagray

the idea of standing in between a man’s legs who’s just been in a fight and is all bruised and battered while tending to his wounds …. all while his hand (a hand who id usually rough and malicious) is gently placed on the back of your thigh, just below your ass …. he’s looking at you as if you’ve hung the moon in the sky ……….. it gets me going

Always & 4eva lol 😍😫

MOESHA & Q.

kevin atwater masterlist

❧ the works below are 18+ and contains themes/depictions of sexual activity. do not engage with these unless you are of age, and sensible enough to consume them. i am not responsible for your media consumption.

❦ headcanons

❧ his hard no’s

❦ one chicago wednesday fics

❧ wall

❧ suit

❧ bullying

❧ edging

soft asks to get to know people

what song makes you feel better?

what’s your feel-good movie?

what’s your favorite candle scent?

what flower would you like to be given?

who do you feel most you around?

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

what color brings you peace?

tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. 

what calms you down?

what’s something you’re excited for?

what’s your ideal date?

how are you?

what’s your comfort food?

favorite feel-good show?

for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

compliment the person who sent you this number.

fairy lights or LED lights?

do you still love stuffed animals?

most important thing in your life?

what do you want most in the world right now?

if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

what would you say to your future self?

favorite piece of clothing?

what’s something you do to de-stress?

what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

what movie would you want to live in?

which character would you want to be?

hugs or hand-holding?

morning, afternoon or night?

what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

We miss you, Chadwick. 💜

I can't believe I almost missed this! Since it's a swim party....

Kevin

Smut

Soaking, towel, me

Thank you!

OMGoodness! Wet Kevin put my brain on tilt. I blame you for this!

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You giggled as Kevin splashed you, pressing you into the corner of the hotel's pool - leaving you soaking in more ways than one. At 11pm it was blessedly empty. Kevin had tossed your bikini top over by your towel and was kissing away your weak protesting.

“Sir!” you hissed from his explorations under the water. "You're gonna have these people calling the police on me!"

He responded with a devious chuckle and dipping his face under the water to suck a hardened tip into his mouth.

“Baaaaaby,” you whined, gripping his head.

“Shhh! Let me take care of you, babygirl.”

Drabble Pool Party Post <<<

Atwater coded 😫🖤

the ladies reading and relaxing

“Don’t wander away from yourself to get close to someone else.”

— Unknown

i legally cannot let this sweet old woman down

This is too cute

Laroyce speaking my thoughts

Man…what’s this like??? lol

When a woman is consistently spoken to softly & treated gently, she becomes a new woman. You're helping her heal her nervous system, you're helping her heal generational trauma, you're allowing her feminine energy to flourish, you're helping her to remember who she is.

Gorgeous 🤍

Aaliyah as Trish O’Day in Romeo Must Die (2000)

This WRITING. These two…will ALWAYS have me stuck!!! 😫🖤🖤🫨🤤🤤Like leave me alone! But don’t! lol

Kevin Atwater x OC Ava Atwater one shot

18+ ONLY BLOG *🚩MINORS GO AWAY!🚩

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Reblog! Talk to me! #let's chat ;)

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Monday Morning Blues

Beeeep-beeeeep-beeeeep. 

Scowling, Kevin rolled over to turn his alarm off but it wasn’t his noisemaker that was disturbing his peace, it was Ava’s. Ducking back into the covers he hated to see her stirring. Ava having to go to work on a blustery Monday when she could be snuggled down in the bed with him on his day off was criminal. Slapping her hand down on the offending alarm clock to turn it off, she immediately pulled the comforter back over her head, with a sigh. Kevin tucked himself back under the covers up to his neck, rolling into her back.

Peeling the thick blanket down a bit, he distributed kisses to the side of her head. "Good morning." 

“Noooooo,” she groaned. 

Kevin curled around her, giving her a squeeze. “You should call in.” 

“Mmmm. Don’t start.” 

They lay like that for a minute then dragging herself up into a sitting position, she rubbed her face to wake up, fussing under her breath, “These people got me up in the damn dark like I work on a farm.” 

Kevin’s deep chuckle behind her helped lift her spirits a little, but not much. Slipping out of bed, she headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind her. After a few minutes, he tapped on the door, peeking in to see her brushing her teeth. She gave him a sad smile in the mirror as he joined her, turning on his electric toothbrush. She watched him do his thing in the mirror, pleased he was still bare-chested and in his briefs. Just as he finished, he heard his phone going off somewhere in the room. He gave Ava one more soft smile before leaving her to her shower. 

Knowing he was awake but not busy getting ready for work too, made her shower feel lonely. Once she got out, she could hear him in the kitchen talking on the phone to his sister in Texas as she lotioned up and the smell of coffee began to permeate the room. 

Kevin held up his cup to her as he reentered the bedroom, now washed in dim morning light. “Breakfast?”

“No,” she said, dropping her robe and standing at the closet deciding what to wear in her underwear. Picking out a pair of black jeans, and long sleeve olive shirt and a calf-length black cardigan, she continued.  “They promised to feed us as payment for setting this meeting so damn early. We honestly could have done this after Alderman Quincey got back from vacation but noooo.”

Ava wasn’t fussy often, so Kevin sat on the side of the bed and set his mug down. “Put that down and come here.” 

Ava looked over her shoulder at him and he raised his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side with a look she never questioned. He spread his feet some to make room for her and his chest jumped in a silent chuckle as she drug her feet, pouty as ever, over to stand between his legs. Looking up at her, Kevin slid his hands over the backs of her thighs before reaching up and tugging one of the ties on her headscarf. 

Knowing what he wanted, Ava sighed again and tugged off her net, shaking her head to let her hair gently fan out from her wrap and flop where it may. 

“There she is,” Kevin smiled softly, reaching up to flick it back over her shoulder. “Now we gon’ try this again. G’mornin’, baby.” 

“Morning,” she pouted. 

Kevin buried his laugh into her tummy, kissing the expanse of sweetly scented brown skin on display in front of him. Not finding a smile on her face when he looked back up again, he gave her thighs a squeeze. 

“Come on now. What’s that face for?” 

She let a frown crease her forehead, “I wanna stay home…with you,” 

“That so?”

“Yeah.” Ava stroked his shoulders coming around to cup his face and rub her thumbs over his beard.  

“Look baby girl, I cain’t have you walking outta here with that sad face on. Fools on these streets gonna think I’m not doing my job at home. ” He tugged her closer raising his eyebrows, waiting until a smile started to play at the corners of her mouth. “And we both know I’m doing my job, don’t we.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Mmmm…then c’mere. Let’s fix that face.” 

Ava climbed up with a knee on each side of him and he took her wrists in his large hands, rubbing his thumbs over her soft skin. “Look at me.” 

Lifting her arms, he maintained eye contact while he pressed a pathway of warm kisses from her palm to her elbow on one arm. As he lifted the other, she held her breath. With now open-mouthed hot suckling kisses up the inside of her arm, he seemed determined to make her forget the freezing Chicago air outside by heating her up from within. Finished, he pulled her into him, drawning her into an intentionally sultry hug. With his face buried in her neck, he squeezed her off and on, feeling her relax into his hold. He swept away her tension with skillful long strokes up and down her back, across the back of her neck and up into her hair until a sigh slipped past her lips. 

“There’s my girl,” he rumbled into the soft skin of her jaw.

Trailing his way up to her lips, he continued to alter her mood with a slow, explorative kiss as his long arms wrapped around her again. Methodically, Kevin cured her blues with deep tongue strokes and gentle sucks on her bottom lip, tracing intricate patterns on her hips with his fingertips. With practiced bites, he teased her nipples through her bra until the last thing on her mind was the inconvenient early hour. Leaning back, he felt a moment of satisfaction at seeing her dark eyes no longer troubled but glazed over.  Letting go of his own restraint he gripped the back of her neck and kissed her breathless, cupping her behind to rock her forward against his thickening hardness. Ava scooted in as close as humanly possible wanting more - more friction, more warmth, more of him. 

Holding tight around her waist with one arm, Kevin raised up yanking his briefs down his hips some to free his erection while Ava found a mouth-watering spot on his neck to nip and suck. Working his hand down the front of her panties, he was pleased to find her slick and swollen. He moved his hand slightly, coaxing more liquid heat from her with minute motions up and down her slit. Bringing her entire focus to the valley between her legs he held still, making her respond to get more - making her work for it. His dick throbbed feeling her drag over his fingers and palm, moving the way she wanted. Abandoned to herself, she moaned into the air while he watched mesmerized by her face and body seeking pleasure from him. 

“Yeah,” he murmured, encouraging her on. “Get yours, baby.” 

Her hips rocked and circled faster while she gripped his shoulder and the back of his head with her eyes squeezed shut tight. Pulling back a bit, he yanked her bra cup down, loving the way she spilled out, every movement she made caused a rippling jiggle of temptation. Opening his mouth wide, he took in her whole areola rhythmically sucking to her gasps and moans that increased in volume with every clench of her hand on his head.

“Oooooooh,” she moaned. “Baaaaabyyyyy.”

“Let it go,” he breathed between sharp bites on her nipple. “Let it go.” 

As she rocked on him, so close to release, he could feel her opening clenching and reaching for him. He was dying to relieve that ache within her - for her and himself. Frustrated he latched back onto her breast, working his tongue over the hardened peak, knowing what the long gasp she sucked in meant. Here we go. 

Her body jerked as she cursed. A shrill sound escaped her with every convulsion and selfishly he pressed his hand against her harder for more of it. Offering no reprieve, he pulled the narrow strip of her panties aside. Gripping her ass tight, he lifted her and she took her cue from him, reaching down between them to help guide him in. Feeling her fluttering divide catch his tip, he drew her down with a grimace, as he fought not to lose it on the first few strokes. 

“Damn, baby,” he groaned as she settled down, adjusting her position, throbbing cruelly around his sensitivity. 

Kevin was indeed a king and her body was his kingdom but right now his lap was her throne. Waves of pleasure rendered him mute. Dropping his head back, he clung to her to keep her fused to his chest. Heat settled on his skin as she rose and fell, winding and twisting her pelvis. Her hips jerking forward and back, were pulling a streak of profanity from him in a smooth baritone that sent shivers up her back. Needing even more connection Ava held his head firmly, stealing the last of his breath from his lungs with a kiss that made Kevin gave up the fight. Falling back on the bed he held her hips steady and pumped up into her hard and fast. Ava quickly lifted up and locked her arms, taking every ramming thrust he gave using fistfuls of their comforter for counterbalance, biting her lip to contain the sporadic cries he forced out of her. Putting one foot up on the bed for more power, he dug in his heel increased his speed. Within seconds her arms buckled as her orgasm overtook her and she flopped down on his chest, lost in sweet spasms. Kevin didn't so much as slow down, lifting his ass off the bed for his last rutting thrusts to be in sync with her vibrating helpless cries.

Ava’s core was milking his length, causing Kevin’s eyes to slam shut. He tucked his lips in, feeling every muscle in his legs and core tighten with each delicious stroke. The ever-tightening coil in his abdomen gave him a zero warning before it finally snapped. His spine arched and dipped as ejections of hot cum shot from him, each one accompanied by a low, choked-out growl he let out between clenched teeth. Holding Ava tight, they rode out the rest of their torturous completion until the quivers subsided and their breathing began to return to normal.

Pressing several lush kisses on her lips, Kevin rolled them slightly and Ava purred out a soft sound at their disconnection. On rubbery legs, she went to the bathroom for a quick clean-up and came back with a warm wet cloth for him. Love drunk and happy they shared a few teasing looks while he sat on the end of the bed watching her rush to get dressed. 

As she buttoned up her coat at the front door, he opened the door for her and wrapped her scarf around her neck, drawing her up to drop one last lengthy kiss on her lips. When her eyes fluttered open, he was stroking her cheek and wearing a ridiculously cocky smile. 

“What?” she grinned, knowing full well what his expression was about. 

With eyebrows raised, his eyes sparkled and he wet his lips, “That look right there? That’s the look I want the streets to see.” With heat rushing to her face, she huffed and cut her eyes at him, grabbing her bag. With a wink, he added, “Lookin’ like a satisfied woman, baby girl.” 

Still cheesin’ Ava smacked his chest and hit the hallway. Knowing he was watching, she put a little extra swing in her hips.

“Mmm-hm!” He catcalled after her. “Let em see it!”

Mortified, she shushed him for their sleeping neighbors’ sake then burst into giggles, waggling her fingers in goodbye over her shoulder. 

-fin-