I'm just a woman who loves all, advocates and refuse to stay silent.Proud Black Woman. Follow me on Instagram: SparkleMichele_. "Don't scare me like that, Colonizer!"-Shri
I’m going to put it out there if you are a Black woman in a fandom of a white male celebrity looking for stories that caters to you, don’t read Celebrity x Reader stories. They are 99.9% of the time not for you. They do not write for us in mind. I just tried to power through a few Austin Butler x Reader, fem reader fics and I made it through one that did not fully take me out the story. There was the usual “blushing” moments but I powered through cause the story was good. I gave the author props. However the few others I read. They needed to be OC. They were not all inclusive for all readers, especially Black readers. It’s 2022….wtf is going on. Consider making your reader an OC if you are catering to the main stream. Speaking for myself I’m tired of clicking on celebrity x reader and taken completely out of the story within minutes. At this point I’m f*cking tired! Y’all need to do better!! If you are open minded to suggestions my inbox is always open as I am sure many other Black writers inbox may be open. It’s really not hard to write without physical description of the reader. That is if you truly want to write an inclusive story. If not then please carry on, however as to respect BIPOC readers you might want to label your writing as not inclusive to such groups or put pics up of your envision white reader. That will help us sift through content that is not for BIPOC people. It would save us a lot of heartache and headaches. ✍🏾⌨️💞
🖋️ Author’s Note: Beautiful Strangers – Still Writing. Still Watching.😉
This story began as a one-shot in Richonne Lemon Shots back in 2020—a flicker of heat and ache that refused to stay small. I promised a few that I’d expand it into a full story. And I keep my promises.
Though I’m no longer posting on FF or AO3, I’m finishing the drafts and releasing Beautiful Strangers on Wattpad. Not for clout. Not for noise. But to protect my energy. To honor the ache. To timestamp my voice.
I’ve noticed the ones who said they’d ride with me have turned to ghost. That’s fine. I’m still writing. Still original. Still watching.
This isn’t just a fic. It’s a boundary. A blueprint. A final Richonne that carries everything I’ve built—emotional realism, erotic charge, narrative integrity.
And if you’re reading this and you’ve echoed my terrain without acknowledgment, I still hope you do better. Because legacy isn’t about who wrote it first.
It’s about who wrote it with fire. 🐦🔥
Here’s mine. Let it burn. Let it teach. Let it remind you: I’m still here. And I’m finishing what I started.
—Muse
Read A Broken Home from the story Beautiful Strangers by TaraNorthman (BLKGURLSMUSE) with 14 reads. familyproblems, dr...
"She is a spiritualist, conjure woman, and a healer. She is a pillar and center in the community. She owns a little shop with roots, herbs, and she also cooks. She is Smoke’s other half. She is a part of him in a way that she’s his healer and his sanctuary, his place of vulnerability and openness. He can’t hide from her. Neither can she hide from him. She’s a mother and she’s someone who is deeply rooted in her traditions. She’s connected to the motherland, and she’s connected to the spiritual world—she’s a very powerful person."- Wunmi Mosaku.
Summary: Reacher finds out that his best girl was having a bad day.
Warnings/Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, reader is black, sneakylink!Reacher, sneakylink!reader, sexual themes (fingering, oral sex, over stimulation, bondage, slapping), MINORS DNI
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You woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
You couldn’t fall asleep until two in the morning so you only had five hours of sleep. You stepped in dog shit on the way to your car so you had to go back into your house to change your shoes.
Only for one of the heels to get stuck in a grate and tear off the back so you just settled for some flats.
You spilled your iced coffee on your silk shirt. At least it wasn’t hot because that would have sent you into a different kind of rampage.
When you finally get to work, your boss chewed your ass out because the printer froze in the middle of printing the investment proposal.
An investment proposal he needed for the board meeting this morning, which meant he either had to push the meeting to this afternoon or had to share the proposal digitally.
At this point, you were counting down the days so you can go home and spend the rest of the day rotting in your bed.
“Maybe I can call Reacher over here to help cheer you up,” your sister suggests, sitting in the chair in front of your desk.
“I’m not in the mood for teasing, Y/S/N.” “I’m not teasing you. I’m just saying that-“
“Not even Reacher can bring me out of this, okay? I just want to go home.”
“Y/N,” “I said leave it, Y/S/N.” You grumbled, shifting your attention back to computer.
“Okay, fine.” She says with full intention of calling Reacher anyway.
Your sister walks past the boss who was on the way to your office. He pops his head in the say, “Y/N, I need the updated spreadsheet ASAP.”
“On it,” “You’re still running point on the presentation, right?”
I thought you said I was incompetent.
“Sure thing. Did the board decide on a time tomorrow?” “Eight a.m.,”
“In that case, I’ll be in at seven thirty to prep.” He nods and gives a soft knock on the door before leaving.
Y/S/N closes the door of her office to call Reacher. He gave her his number when he found out the two of you were going to a concert in Philadelphia.
He knew you were the confrontational type and wouldn’t call anyone if you found yourself in trouble.
He wanted the er on the side of caution so he trusted your sister to let him know if anything happens.
Reacher was your sneaky link that wasn’t really that sneaky. He wasn’t easy to miss. He would walk into your place, fuck your face into the pillows, order the two of you some food, fuck your face into the pillows again then leave in the morning.
“Reacher,” he answers. “Hey, Reacher. It’s Y/S/N.”
“Is everything okay?” “Yeah, everything is fine. Um, when are you hanging out with Y/N next?”
“We didn’t really decide on a day this week,” Reacher states, unsure of where this conversation was going.
“Y/S/N, I’m sure you’re a great woman but I only have a thing for your sister and I’m a loyal man so..”
“Wow, that was not on my bingo card. I’m not trying to hit on you, Reacher. I’m asking if you can pick up Y/N from work today. She’s having a rough time.”
“Oh.. how rough are we talking?” “Like she’s about to bite the boss’ head off,”
“Okay, I’ll be there. What should I bring her?” “I trust your judgment, Reacher.”
With that, Y/S/N hung up and sat down at her desk leaving Reacher dumbfounded in Finlay’s living room while Neagley and David played video games.
“What’s with the face?” Finlay asks, handing him a beer. “What should I get a woman when she’s having a bad day?” Reacher asks everything in the room.
Neagley pauses the game and everyone slowly turning to Reacher who opened Google to find out the answer to his question.
He noticed the silence and looked up from his phone to meet their shocked expressions.
“What?” “You have a girlfriend*?” David questions.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he grumbles. “Then why do you care if she’s upset?” David retorts.
“Because it’s a nice thing to do for someone,” “Right, says the guy who breaks peoples faces for a living.” He presses the resume button on game.
**
As soon as the clock hit 5 o’clock, you gathered your things and sped walked out of your office. You practically ran into the stairwell when you heard an office door open.
You didn’t have any more energy to give to that god forsaken company today. You rush down seven floors until you reached the front door, inhaling deeply when the fresh spring air filled your lungs.
You heard someone to your right clearing their throat and immediately rolled your eyes. You were not in the mood to hear anyone’s cheesy pick up lines right now.
“Looks like someone’s cranky,” a familiar voice calls and you looked over to see Reacher leaning against his truck.
“Reacher?” You approached him with a confused expression. “Are you looking to invest something or..?” You trail off.
There was no way he was here for you, right?
“No. I’m not here to invest, peach.” He kicks off his car and closed the gap between you, towering over you in the process.
“Then why are you- I’m going to fucking kill her.” You seeth, turning to walk into the parking lot when Reacher stopped you.
“You want to know what sounds better than killing your sister?” he starts, slowly rubbing the sides of your arms.
Your eyes fluttered closed when his rough hands smoothed over your shoulders, humming in response.
“Some curry and sushi for dinner,”
That does sound really good.
“And my face between your thighs for dessert,”
God, that sounded even better.
“How does that sound, peach?” He questions as he continued rubbing your arms.
“Really good,”
“Good because Y/S/N already took your keys and drove your car home. Hop in.” Reacher suggests, opening the car door to hand you a Dunkin iced coffee.
**
“R-Reacher,” you groaned, twisting away from his eager tongue smoothing between your puffy folds.
He didn’t even wait until you were fully situated. Shutting the door, he took you in his arms and carried you into kitchen.
He set you on the counter and nudged you on your back. You gasped when he tore your pantyhose down your legs and lifted your skirt over your waist.
Pulling your panties to the side, he licks between your folds spearing your tight hole with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh my God,”
Shaking his head, he buries his face deeper in between your legs. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucked harshly on your sensitive nub.
He gathered your slick on his finger tips and sank two fingers into you, expertly thrusting upwards into your gspot causing your body to twitch.
He made it his mission to make you cum quick and hard.
“Mm, fuck.” You rolled your hips to match the thrusts of his fingers when he kitten licks your clit, sending you over the edge.
“I-I, fuck. I’m cumming, Reacher.” “Let it go, peach. Let me taste you.”
Your legs close around his head when your body trembles under the intensity of your orgasm.
A satisfied sigh left your lips when you came down from your high, your limp body was sprawled out on the counter.
He doesn’t slow his fingers and you could feel another orgasm building in your belly. He draws figure eights on your clit with his tongue, causing you to whine.
“Wait, I-“ you push his head away and tried to slide away from him but he pushed against your hand.
“Reacher,” you whimper, twisting your body away and covering your cunt so he would stop long enough for you to breathe.
“Move your hand. I’m not done yet.”
“I need a break,” you breathed out. “Move. Your. Hand. I’m not going to say it again.”
You don’t move fast enough for him and he threw you over your shoulder, smacking your ass hard as punishment. He didn’t care that you yelped out at the sharp sting.
Dropping you on the bed, he stripped down to his boxers.
“Strip,” he commands and you pulled off your clothes in record time.
You pressed your legs together when he approaches the bed when he pulls you closer by your ankles and flipped you on your stomach.
He placed a hand in between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. He straddled your legs and pulled your arms outstretched before tying your hands to the bed post with his belt.
Oh, you were in some deep shit now.
Moaning when you feel his hard cock against your ass cheek, he took your face into his hand and made you look straight back at him.
“You misunderstand, peach. The dinner was for you. The dessert was for me. I’m not going to stop until you’re crying and brainless.”
Do you know when next part of Kissing On My Tattoos Will be out xx
Hi my dear. I hope you are well. I don’t know if I will finish the series. It’s been so long since I wrote for it. Thanks for reading it. I may reread it and do and update one day as I do love me some Tom Hardy!
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
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