Warnings: MDNI âą Explicit âą Terry Richmond x Black!OC Cleo, Self!Insert, a lil fluff, masturbation [both male and fem], usage of toys, short :)
Summary:Â Right place, right time. When Cleo meets Terry, the rugged pretty boy, at the club on a celebratory night, it seems like the first in a string of divinely twisted moments. But will fate be enough to move their love along, or will they have to weather some storms before their happy ending?
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đșđđđ, đđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđđ đđđđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđđđđđ đđ. Every breath was laced with a thought, a feeling, a hum. He was able to drop Cleo off at home with nothing more than a polite hug and a promise that they would get together again, but, that was it.
When he got home, he rushed to his leather sofa and plopped down, fighting a feeling he knew all too well.
It was a mistake to watch her so closely. He told himself.
After feeling like he was getting through to the real her with nothing but glances and friendly smiles, he found himself wanting to be closer, quicker.
Yet, here he was, barely a friend to her at this point, just a random man she met and decided to take a chance on. He wanted it to be more. Needed it.
The thick imprint in his work pants throbbed to prove it. His chest heaved. His pulse thumped in his arms and hands as he thought of what he was about to do.
Usually, he would just bring a woman home after flirting all night; letting on just enough that she knew what he wanted but not coming off too strong. Instead of picking her up from the bar, heâd get them a round or two, shoot the shit for a while longer. Once they reached his place, heâd make her comfortable, then make her come.
But everything in him told him to take it slower with Cleo. A woman so whole, soâŠreal, wouldnât want to rush it. Even if she did want to fuck him too.
He saw the darkness in her eyes when she looked at him at the club. Her flirting was just short of innocent, just like her gaze.
He could wait. Wait until she told him she was ready, and just how she wanted him.
So, he was reaching his hands to his belt buckle to undo the leather that was keeping his pants up on his waist. And as soon as it was unclasped, he pulled the sides apart, his hands darting to unfasten the pants themselves.
With his hard dick fighting against his briefs, he reached forward to the wooden trunk that he used as coffee table, and he lifted the lid. Inside, an extra throw blanket laid untouched, covering a few of his favorite toys and some lubricant. His mind was already set on what would bring him pleasure tonight so, he picked up his clear fleshlight and his favorite lube and closed the trunk.
Like he had done many times before, he flipped the lid open and squeezed the lube onto himself. He watched as it trickled down slowly and imagined that it was Cleoâs spit, dripping down from those pretty full lips onto him. He imagined her eyes staring at him as he put the bottle aside and adjusted the lid of the clear toy to his liking, then he pushed the silicone onto his shaft.
As the inanimate squeezed him into a quiet, shuddering submission, Terry closed his eyes, lowering himself further into his seat on the couch. He watched as a form twisted and turned behind his eyes to create the vision he desired, and then he let his mind go.
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đš đđđđđ đ đđđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđ đđđđđđ đđđ đđđđđ, as she sat cozy as ever under her covers. With the thick linen pulled up to her chin and her feet rubbing together, she used nothing else but Instagram reels and random YouTube videos to fill her witching hour. Anything to distract her from her thoughts.
Truly, as she spent more time with Terry last night, she found herself wanting to be closer and closer to him. And when he looked those pretty blue eyes over at her, her skin caught fire all over. A fire she didnât want to put out.
As she thought of her night with that mystery of a man, she flipped her duvet off of her body, her body heat increasing exponentially at the thought. Almost instantly, she felt a cool wash of air, and she was cooling down by the second. But the thoughts were still swirling in her head and making their way to the forefront.
For a second, and just a second, she allowed herself to trail a hand down her body. As her palm passed her chest, over her diaphragm and over her navel, she stopped right before she got to her mound. She closed her eyes quickly, gently squeezing them before she freed her gaze once again.
That heat that was once stirring under her covers was now dwelling at her center, and sending a pulse to every inch of her most sensitive flesh.
She just looked down at her hand as it rested upon her short bush, her chest rising and falling deeply.
Cleo really wanted to avoid getting attached to a thought of what could happen. She wanted to avoid quenching her hunger to the thought of a temporary man.
But as a vision of that temporary man filled her mindâs eye, even through her view of the 3d, she felt her pussy tighten around nothing. She wanted him.
And tonight? Nobody had to know.
After acknowledging her decision to satisfy her craving as best she knew how, Cleo slid her hand down between her thighs and laid her manicured fingers in between her thick pussy lips. As she eased them further and further down to meet her swelling clit, all it took was a few rubs, and she was coating her finger with her sticky, clear love.
She breathed in deeply, a rush of cool air pushing past her teeth to the space between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. While she stroked through her luscious pussy, her mind stayed on only one.
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đȘđđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đđđđđđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđđđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđ, fighting the cold air that followed suit. Terry stood refreshed, showered and fed amongst the late morning sun.
Steady hands gathered up the belongings that were scattered along the floor like trash. Memorabilia was cracked, broken; documents thrashed and disorganized.
But he still kept his cool. Soft jazz and neo-soul crooned through his speaker, filling the cool air of his space with peace. At least for now. There was still some work to do to make this house feel like his home.
His stoic demeanor bypassed the swelling feeling in his chest, that ache, that reminded him that he would be sleeping alone again tonight. It wasnât something he often lamented, but a proper introduction and a night spent with someone heâd rather wake up beside proved to exacerbate those feelings.
He really should have kept more distance.
All he could do now that the distance didnât matter, was to show up in ways that showed his intentions; showed how serious he was.
A good morning text and a heartfelt audio message lingered in the air waiting for her receipt. Until then, heâd keep his hands to himself, and his plans in motion.
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I do not condone any translations, replications or plagiarisms of my original work. Please do not repost as your own. Reblogs and comments/notes welcome. â„ïž
When Cleo meets Terry, the rugged pretty boy, at the club on a rare night out, it seems like the first in a string of divinely twisted moments. But, as they get acquainted she is quickly introduced to a life she had only dreamed about. Will fate be enough to move their love along, or are they only đđđđđđđ for this season?
A/N:Â Hi, Beautiful people. âșïž I am reimagining Aligned to be more like the vision I had for it before I brought it to 'life'. So, I am re-introducing the story with a few different themes, and some vague prose lol.
For those of you who are new to this series, I will have a link to the first part below. Please bare with me as I get this out to you all, I know it's been a while. Thank you!
A bright red door, that looked like it didn't lead to anything.
She couldn't keep her eyes from examining the scene, trying to pick up on clues of what might be going on.
She'd never even noticed the red door beyond its color. Other than that, she thought it was a simple mural, put in place by one of the many artists in the area. But now, she could see more through the cracked threshold.
A room... a studio? Maybe a loft.
Bigger than it seemed from out here, evidenced by the many feet trickling out. Dark floors, dark accents...red ceiling.
It made her think;Â What the hell goes on in there?
His gaze waited for her. Every breath in, flicker in her direction, examination of her frame âher fascinationâ called for her to pay attention. But she hadn't looked yet.
He didn't blame her. It was easy for him to go invisible, for him to hide in plain sight.
As he sipped on the last of his black coffee, his eyes darted from the beautiful woman in front of him to her focus, and he saw the cops walking out of his loft and piling into their cruisers.
He slipped his leather jacket back over his shoulders, and grabbed the empty cup as he rose from his seat. Contained, intentional footsteps carried him to the front door and in a few seconds, he was tossing his cup in the trash, and brushing past his next target.
Her eyes darted to the figure beside her, her vision fixed on a man she didn't recognize. But as her chest expanded with her inhale, she could feel a flutter in her stomach and her eyes brightened.Â
I do not condone any translations, replications or plagiarisms of my original work. Please do not repost as your own. Reblogs and comments/notes welcome. â„ïž
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC (Havana)
Wordcount: +1.8k
Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as slight cursing, no smut, heavily dialogue-centered, ALL fluff and cuteness
A/N: I did NOT proofread this one as much because I just wanted to write and put something out. I'm open to critiques. I am a little đ€đœ sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.đ„ș Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @theereinawrites. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.
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Christmas was days away, and in full effect in our home.
What was once a small, cozy apartment was now a winter wonderland. Almost a small replica of what youâd imagine Santaâs workshop looked like.
The small space was crammed with an overstimulating assortment of decorations. Waves of chunky garland ropes were strung from every wall. Large pine wreaths with golden bells, sparkly red and green bows, and bright red poinsettias adorned the doors. White snowflakes made of satin dangled from the ceilings. Soft white string lights lined the walls and cast a faint shadow across every surface in the living room, kitchen, and down the hall. The kitchen cabinets were wrapped in extravagant red ribbons and bows, making them resemble gifts. A large Christmas tree sat in the corner of the living room near the windowâ gaudy in nature and design; filled with multicolored lights, red felt bows, wrapped from top to bottom in silver tinsel, and simple red and green ornaments that weighed down the branches.
I can admit that I overdid it, but I wanted this Christmas to be special since it was our first Christmas together. Terry and I were spending this holiday alone as a couple, not so much by choice.
His parents were on a cruise, and all of his siblings were visiting their in-laws. Monnie and her bf were visiting her parents, who lived out of state. So that left Terry and me here, alone. Or, so we thought.
âSo, what do you want from Santa?â I asked my little cousin as I sat on the bed beside him.
âIon know,â he whispered, pulling his knees up into his chest and resting his head between his legs.
Watching as sadness slowly crept into the heart of my six-year-old little cousin was not my bingo card. Terry and I had agreed to watch him for a few days while his mother recovered from COVID. What we thought would be a few days had turned into a little over a week. He was no longer being his bubbly, energetic self. After the past few days, it was clear that the cookies, hot chocolate, and singing were only going to help so much.
Luckily for me, I had a great man by my side. Once Terry started to notice the change in my little cousin's attitude, he started taking him to work with him. It seemed to help a bit, but still, it was certainly not enough because I know he wanted nothing more than to see his mama.
âYou don't know? Whaaat?! You telling me you ain't write your list yet?â I asked, rubbing his back.
âNo,â he pouts, âI really just want my mommy. Is she okay, Vana?â The look on his face as he leaned up broke my heart.
âYes, baby. She's okay,â I replied.
âCan I see her?â He asked timidly.
I leaned over and pulled him into a hug. âYou can as soon as she feels better, Boogie,â I said, placing a kiss on the top of his head.
Silence filled the room as he sat with my answer.
âVana, what if she doesn't get better? Paw Paw says she has the nona virus,â he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
I giggled at his mispronunciation, âYes, she has the coronavirus. That's why you can't see her just yet. She doesn't wanna get you sick, Boog.â
âBut, I don't care about getting sick,â he cried.
âOk. Hey, listenâŠ,â I said, gently pulling his chin to face me. âWhat if⊠we called her? Would you like that?â.
âYes!â, he sat up on the bed, facing me.
âOk, I'll go get my phone and call her. If she answers, we'll ask her if she can FaceTime us. Cool?â
âYes!â he screamed, kneeling on the bed with excitement.
I scooted to the edge of the bed, walking towards the door. I slowly opened the door and closed it softly, leaving it cracked. I peeked back into the room to see him twiddling his thumbs with nervousness. I sulked in slight disappointment with myself. I felt like I was ruining this baby's Christmas. Had I not done enough? Did I not include him enough? Was there something that I was miâ
âNeed some help in there?â Terry asked softly as I turned around to face him.
âNo. Go get some rest. You've been at work all day. I'll warm up your food after I figure all this out,â I said, feeling gutted.
âVana. Baby, you don't have to do this by yâ,â Terry started to speak before I slid past him.
âTerry, go shower. I'm fine, honey. I promise.â
I walked down the hall to get my phone that I had left in the kitchen. I found it resting on the island still covered in flour from earlierâs little baking fiasco.
Picking up the phone and frantically dialing the number, I prayed that she would answer.
ring
ring
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âHeâ,â she coughs, âhello.â
âHâ hey, ummmâŠ.,â I stuttered.
âVana?â she questioned.
âYeah, it's me. You up to talking?â I pleaded.
âYeah. Is it Boogie? He bothering you? I know he can be a handful.â Her voice cracked slightly.
âNo. He's just worried about you. I think he's more concerned with you than Christmas,â I chuckled.
âMmmm⊠Aww⊠Him worried bout his mommy.â
âGirl! He misses you like crazy and won't let us forget it!â I affirmed loudly, maybe too loudly.
Silence took over the conversation. A pause that seemed to stretch for far too long.
I rolled my shoulders. âIf you feel up to it, can I FaceTime you? He's going insane, but I can come up with an excuse if yâ.â I was starting to ramble.
âHell, no. Go give my baby this phone and call me right back,â she yelled with excitement.
âDamn. Aggressive much?â I laughed.
âMy bad,â she giggled in slight embarrassment, âI guess I miss my baby, too.â
I floated through the apartment as I redialed her number. Eagerness and excitement coursed through my veins. My adrenaline was spiking by the second.
âOh, Boogie! Someone wants to speak to you,â I sang as I opened the door. I walked over to him and handed him the phone.
I could hear her through the other end as she spoke.
âHi, baby,â she said.
âMommy!!!â he yelled, jumping up on the bed. He held the phone directly in front of his face.
âHow are yâ,â she started to speak.
âYou okay, mommy? You still sick? The nona virus gone, yet?! Can I come hoâ,â he rattled off.
I could sense just how elated he was to hear his motherâs voice, but most of all see her face.
âOuuu, slow down, baby. One question at a time. Momma's brain ain't functioning that fast right now.â Laughter rattled through her chest. It was clear that she was still sick.
I laughed quietly to myself.
I turned and moved towards the door. âI'm going to leave you two alone. Alright? I'll be in the kitchen, ok?â
âYes, ma'am,â he said, too focused on the phone to look at me.
I sauntered into the kitchen, feeling like I had possibly saved this babyâs Christmas. I knew I couldâve called her sooner, but I didnât want to bother her. Plus, the last time we spoke, she couldnât speak at all. Her voice was practically gone and hoarse. She didnât want to FaceTime because she knew Boog couldnât handle seeing her that sick. She was lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to IVs, and had oxygen tubes in her nose. Boogie was such a sensitive baby, and luckily, his mother was in tune with her child.
I quietly danced around the kitchen as I fixed Terryâs plate. Placing it in the microwave to warm up, I spun around and wiggled my hips to the music in my head. I leaned on the counter and waited patiently for them to finish talking.
A few minutes had passed before I heard someone coming out of a room.
âSo⊠How you feelinâ, Boog?â I asked while walking around the island.
âI take it that that means you handled it, huh?â Terry asked, rounding the corner. He was rubbing a towel through his lumpy curls.
âYes, sorta.â I bit my bottom lip.
âWhatchu mean?â Terry asked, leaning down to kiss me on the lips.
âHeâs facetiming with her, but I know he wants to physically see her.â I hugged Terryâs waist, pulling him closer to me.
âThen, we gone make it happen,â he said, placing kisses on top of my head.
âHow?â I stepped back to look into his eyes. Confusion spread across my face.
âAsk her if we can bring him by? If she can make it to the door, he can see her that way.â
âShit, why dâ⊠Shoot, why didnât I think of that? See, thatâs why I love you.â I corrected myself.
âWell, I can think of other reasons why you love me.â Terry winked.
âLike what with yoâ nasty ass?â I grabbed his shirt.
âThis big ass dâ,â Terry started.
Before he could finish, we heard the guest bedroom door open. A rumble of quick footsteps rushed into the kitchen.
âMommy wants to talk to you!â Boogie yelled, handing me the phone.
A smile plastered his cute little face. His chubby cheeks had practically closed his eyes, turning them into slits.
âYes?â I asked, smiling down at him.
âThank you so much, Vana. You and Terry are angels for this,â she said appreciatively.
âYouâre welcome,â Terry and I responded in unison.
âAsk her,â Terry mouthed.
âSo, Terry had a great idea. But first⊠Would you be able to walk to the front door?â I asked.
âYeah. It might take me a minute, but I can get there,â she laughed.
âOk, so how would you feel about us bringing Boogie to see you?â
âVana, that seems like a lot. Yâall live almost an hour away.â She sat up and leaned back against the headboard.
Terryâs eyes roamed between Boog and me. He squatted down in front of him and placed his hands on his shoulders.
âGo get your shoes,â he instructed.
Before any more words could be spoken, Boog took off into the room.
âTerry!â I yelled while laughing.
âYou go get your shoes, and tell her weâre on the way,â Terry smirked.
I looked down at the phone. She was staring back at me with the biggest smile on her face. I could tell by how she tucked her lips that she wanted to laugh.
âYou heard that man. Go get your shoes, and bring me my baby!â
I rolled my eyes, pretending not to smile. Leave it to Terry to save the day.
A/n: I'm soo happy to be back writing and it feels like forever and a damn day since I posted anything. So I hope yall accept this as a giftđ«¶đŸ. Iâm not sure whoâs still here so if I didnât get to you just comment underneath and Iâll add you. Iâll release the official summary tomorrow as a way to connect things.
ⶠMayhem -> PROLOGUE || ONE || TWO || THREE
WRITERS: @keyaho & @zillasvilla
Warnings: graphic violence, racism, suggestive language and themes, not suitable for minors. read at your own risk. The language used gets a darker as the story progresses, so please read at your own risk.
pairing: Phil Brooks x Original Character, Randy Orton x Original Character
word count: 6.1k
summary: Questions arise on the validity of active and inactive status. Should kids be involved?
Mr. Rollins was in a meeting he had to secretly leave the Hamptons for. He left his wife and children home, needing a clear head and no distractions in this meeting. He had to be strategic about being seen. One wrong move and it could dismantle everything heâs been putting in place for the past two years. Instead of his usual flamboyant clothing, he opted for a dark suit. No accenting colors or gaudy designs. He pulled his hair back into a tight bun with thick aviator shades to cover his eyes. There was no car detail or luxury accommodations he'd normally put in place. Just an old Camry he rented in a staff memberâs name.Â
For more secrecy, he met his guest in a library study room. He knew there would be no cameras in the quiet space, and he rented a corner one with smaller windows and curtains to block out potential eyes. It was public place, but no one would expect him to be here.Â
He sat on one side of the table, facing the door, as his guest occupied the other.Â
âThey are in the Hamptons.â Seth said, his voice clear so the recorder could pick it up. âThey brought their family as well. Randy Orton has a girlfriend, Ziva. They have two twin daughters. Phil Brooks brought his wife, Naira, and their son and daughter.âÂ
âTell us what you know about Randal Orton and Phillip Brooks.âÂ
Seth went on his spiel about the two. From their company Apex Extreme, their relationships, allies he was aware of, and what it was they 'shipped'. He spoke about the two fights between them and Cody and Jade Runnels. He was careful about mentioning anything related to his life, but he knew those questions would come and he was prepared.Â
âThey were arrested and spent time in federal prison for drug trafficking, yes?âÂ
âYes.â Seth replied.Â
He kept his answers direct and short as best as he could. He was only giving information when asked as his lawyer advised him two nights ago.Â
âHave you seen this activity recently?âÂ
âNo.â He answered, he realized his deal was disappearing so he added, âhowever, they mentioned they would be in talks with certain individuals. I am unaware of who they are, but from what I understand,â he lied, âthey plan to make more connections that could potentially be referencing drugs, another shipment.âÂ
The embellishment was thrown in there and while he hated to toss in the lie, he knew it would land. Â
"Are you saying they have continued to move illegal narcotics?"
"There was a recent meeting discussing the deal that put Randy in prison. Recompence had to be paid apparently."Â
"Apparently,' the agent repeated. They looked down at their notes as they stopped the recording. âMr. Rollins, off the record, weâre going to need more than this. You do know we are aware of your own dealings and have decided not to involve you. You need to give more than this if you wish to be compensated. Your immunity relies on it.âÂ
He knew his lawyer would advise against it, having some deniability worked in his favor. It kept him ignorant on both sides of the fence he was currently straddling, but he knew if he didnât pick a side soon, he would be exposed. Exposure meant death.Â
Clearing his throat, Seth leaned forward. âAllow me a few more weeks to gather information. Weâve only been in the Hamptons for a few days and itâs too early to make any business moves. There have been some personal issues, and they have been very guarded.âÂ
The blond woman closed her notes and tucked the recorder back into her jacket pocket. She stood up and Seth watched her as she nodded, clearly not amused at having to wait.Â
"You have a month and whatever intel you gather needs to be worth my time and for you, your anonymity.âÂ
Hudson Farms
Hamptons, NY
Saturday, 3:00 am.
Unlike the set up at home, Hudson Farms had been on the smaller side. It sat in the middle of thirty acres surrounded by woods, and trails. A section was closed off as Sebastian and Ziah noticed the course was also stationary. There was a long table set up with disassembled guns on it. In front of that table, a couple yards away, were targets attached to rubber dummies with blood packs beneath the top layer. Randy and Phil had told them of the Skills Test last night and in preparation for it, they spent a few hours in the backyard of the house shooting and doing a few drills.Â
As they arrived, Phil and Randy noticed the other kids there. After that meeting, they both knew the other families would want their children involved. It didnât change anything as Sebastian and Ziah outpaced them. It wasnât intentional, but they made sure their kids were prepared. Being defenseless in their world was akin to neglect. The same way they took the kids on whatever trip they wanted to they made sure those same kids could disarm someone trying to attack them.Â
As they all gathered, Steve greeted them.Â
âIn light of previous situations and the addition of the younger generation to meetings, the Council decided to do a Skills Test. It will gauge if they can keep, gain, or their active status.âÂ
âFor what?â Cody snaps. âSome of us here have natural ability.â
âOh was that a compliment?â Sebastian grins.Â
"Some of us know what we are doing." Ziah added passively.Â
Steve closed his eyes for a moment, gathering himself. "If the children are going to participate, then we should see where they are."Â
âMaybe they shouldnât participate at all.â Cody looks around for someone to agree with him. Many avoided eye contact. âWhat kind of parenting is letting your kids play with weapons?â
âJust say Charlotte doesnât have skills and sheâs scared.â Seth teases.Â
He was well aware of Danielâs abilities despite Beckyâs ramblings of Sebastian and Ziah training since their single digit ages. No one was that goodâbut he loved a challenge.
âShe knows how to handle a gun.â Cody sneered. âI can protect her,â he smirks, âI guess Randy and Phil canât if their children are-'
"Can she shoot it?" Ziah interrupted. "Picking up a gun isn't handling it."Â
Sebastian looks around realizing she was the only kid that wasnât there. âWhere she at?âÂ
Ziah folded her arms across her chest. "She's always sticking her nose in everything else. Why isnât she here?âÂ
âShe is tending to her motherâs wounds.â Cody took a long pause. âI donât need to explain myself to a child.âÂ
"Oh, she did get her ass beat." Ziah laughed, ignoring his budding disdain.Â
âI would like to see the footage on that.â Sebastian nudged Ziahâs side.Â
Booker T laughed. He was one of three other Council members that had arrived over the past few days. They knew it was him considering he genuinely laughed at anything he thought was funny, no matter who it was aimed at. He was known to always make it known who he did and didnât support. His sense of morality was strong and was strict about how he maneuvered. Dâvon, a shorter, stockier man stood to his left side and nudged him hard.Â
âMan, that shit ainât funny.âÂ
âThere will be none of that.â Steve interrupts. Things were starting to get out of hand already. "Ziah, would you like to go first?"Â
"Do you want to set the standard that high?" She replied. âBecause Iâd hate to stress them out more than I know they already are.âÂ
âLet the others go first.â Phil suggests. âShe's a little too eager.â
Sebastian and Ziah glanced at each other before finding chairs to sit in. This was up their alley. Their area of expertise. They might deal with different sides of the family business, but anything related to field work had them excited.Â
âNames have been pulled at random.â Dâvon steps up with a timer and clipboard at hand. âThe first test is simple. Step up to the table and on your call the time starts. You will assemble the gun and in two shots hit the target matching the butt color on the gun.âÂ
Steve adds in. âBeing as Sebastian and Ziah work as a pair, they have the option to separate for their own tests, orââ Â
âItâs only fair they separate.â Seth says.Â
"Twenty grand I beat you," Ziah wagers as she looks at Sebastian.Â
âNo betting." Randy and Phil replied in unison.Â
Sebastian huffs. âBuzz kills."Â
Dâvon looked down at his clip board. âOnce weâre done, everyone is ranked by fastest to slowest time.âÂ
âDo we get a prize?â Ziah asked, rocking back and forth on her heels.Â
âIâll take you car shopping if you outpace everyone by at least thirty seconds.â Randy says.Â
Ziah turned to her dad, âget ready to import my Ford Everest Wildtrack.âÂ
Cody watched the exchange between them and their children. The ease at which they could ask for and spend money. He wouldn't admit it, but he was jealous of that. That was the type of money he wanted. Endless. He was well aware of some of their financials.Â
âThey will separate." Steve looks to Dâvon. âBron is here?â
Dâvon nods. âHis first work trip. Heâs been asking to come.âÂ
âShit, my boy, has too.â Booker nods toward where they had been standing near the building.Â
He waved them both over to join the group. Randy and Phil never understood why they waited so long to train their kids. They didnât understand why they wouldnât want them to know the ins and outs of the world they operated in. If they hadnât noticed, no one was off limits.Â
âWait, what about the other two?â Cody says. âAs I recall, Orton and Punk have two each between."Â
Randy's eyes narrowed. "They aren't active."Â
"So, like Charlotte." He chuckled.Â
Ziah rolled her eyes as she sat in one of the chairs, one leg crossing over the other. "RĂan and Giselle are better than Charlotte on their worst day." She paused. âIf Charlotte isnât here, why are you here?âÂ
Cody looks to Randy and points towards Ziah. âYou need to teach her some respect.âÂ
âRespect was lost the moment you opened your mouth.â Ziah looks Codyâs way.Â
âLetâs just get started.â Steve shakes his head. âWho is first?âÂ
Dâvon looks at his list, the fifth member of the Council had done the drawings and was inside the building.Â
"Daniel."Â
Seth smiled, clapping his son on the shoulders as he stepped up to the table.Â
Steve pointed to a box on the end of the table. "There is a scope attachment for each if you need it."Â
âWe wonât need it.â Sebastian mutters, specifically talking about Ziah and himself.
Steve gave them all a chance to look over the guns before the test started. Sebastian's eyes grazed over the Colt 1911, Bolt-Action Rifle, M&P 15-22 Series pistol, and his personal favorite Desert Tech MDRX 308 Forward Eject rifle. Randy never let them use scopes, he considered it a handicap, and if you needed it, you didn't need to be handling guns.Â
âThis light work.â He mumbled.
Steve shakes his head. "Let's get started."Â
Daniel didnât show it, but he was nervous. His father gave him reassuring words before he took a deep breath, touched one piece of the disassembled Desert Tech and called for the time to start. He focused on the two guns he was familiar with, though he fumbled getting the magazine in. He managed to finally load it and forgot to remove the safety, causing the gun not to fire. He cursed under his breath and removed it, firing twice rapidly. He missed the target on the first shot, clipping the edge of the paper on his second.Â
âTake your time kid,â Cody says.Â
That was the mantra as each name was called. Take your time. Ziah took note of the growing times between assembling the guns and shooting their targets.Â
"Non ci lasciavano passare all'arma successiva se sbagliavamo qualcosa durante l'assemblaggio." She replied. ("They wouldn't let us progress to the next gun if we messed up on any part of assembly.")
âIf you have something to share, speak English.â Cody looks their way, "Otherwise, you are a distraction.â
"Take your time has been said sixteen times between you and Mr. Rollins. That is distracting considering this is a timed skill test." Ziah turned her head towards Cody. "Sei stupido?" ("Are you dumb?")
âWhat?âÂ
"Exactly."Â
âEveryone, letâs refrain from talking during the test.â Dâvon steps in.Â
It was clear that Cody was antagonizing the kids, but Ziah and Sebastian always kept up-having a response for every comeback. As Bron and the others each had their turns, he moved towards Phil and Randy standing behind him.Â
âListen, your kids are right to defend themselves.â Dâvon lowered his voice, just so no one else could hear. âBut theyâre intense.â He tilted his head towards Ziah. "Especially your daughter."Â
Sebastian learned to drown out the background noise. Even as he stepped up to the long table of disassembled guns. They were laid out by size, length and power, he expected something harder, maybe one on its own table and having to move aroundâŠthe way his dad and uncle Randy trained them.Â
âOoh, somebody looks nervous.â Seth taunts with a teasing smirk.Â
âHarley has a time of five minutes,â Sebastian cracks his knuckles and lays his hand on the Colt pieces. âAnd thatâs on the one she knew how to put together.â
Ziah wanted to say that was too long if she knew how to put the guns together, for a novice it would be on average around three and a half and that was too long. However, she bit her tongue, only letting out a breathy laugh remembering Harley only put that one gun together and didnât attempt the other three.Â
"Any order on which we have to start with,' Sebastian inquired.Â
"No. It's up to you." D'von gestures to the table. "Have at it."Â
Ziah tilted her head to the side. "So you're stealing my method?"Â
Sebastian grinned, 'it is easier."Â
Cody was growing agitated, and what he thought was a silent response in his mind, was blurted out. âQuit talking and fuckinâ start already!âÂ
The timer started as soon as he touched the Desert Tech, breezing through the mechanics of the gun with practiced ease. He placed them down in the order of colors on the target, starting with what was closest to him. His least favorite, the Colt 1911 was first on the target, and the easiest to put together at an even thirty seconds. Instead of shooting immediately after he put them together, each one was assembled and placed into its spot.Â
âHeâs supposed to shoot after!â
Steve shook his head. "It was never shoot after. It was assemble, and in two shots hit the target."Â
âIf our kids missed the target the first time, I'm sure he will.â Seth states.Â
All of the kids before Sebastian each missed the first target, the second hit landed where it should, though some did need the assistance of the scope. He was expecting for it to be the same with them. It should be the same with them. No one talked that much shit and were perfect.Â
Sebastian picked up the Colt, his finger pulling the safety and pressing the trigger. He fired off his first shot, barely letting it hit the dummy before moving to the next gun and target in succession.Â
âZiah aurait fait un meilleur temps au premier essai. Refais-le.â Randyâs accent got thicker through gritted teeth. (Ziah would have a faster time on the first try. Do. It. Again.)
âMoĆŒemy anulowaÄ sezon, jeĆli tego chcesz.â Phil threatens. [We can cancel the season if that's what you want, Bash.]
They watched in real time how Randy and Phil dealt with their kids. They barely moved and while they couldn't understand, they noticed the way Sebastian and Ziah responded.Â
"It's the fastest time so far,' Booker cut in with a cough.Â
Randy moves over to where he stood. âDo you have more like these?âÂ
Steve nods, motioning for the rangers in the back to set up the table similar to Sebastianâs set up. Some were confused but Ziah knew exactly whatâs about to happen. It wasnât often Randy had to correct her, and the times he did, she hated it, but it made her better. She never let it get to the point where he had to correct her in public.Â
"FarĂČ in modo che mia madre lo maledica, non rendergli le cose facili, Sebastian." ("Ill get my mom to curse him out. Don't make it easy for him, Sebastian.")Â
He didn't understand, but Randy turned his gaze on Ziah and she pursed her lips shut with her hands raised. "My bad. I'll be quiet."Â
âYâall done?â Seth steps in. âSome of us have plans later.âÂ
âThey can take all the time they want.â Booker defends. âThis is what you should be doing with Charlotte.âÂ
The guns were set up in a different order but not assembled. New target sheets were added as the dummies were replaced again. Randy moved back to his table, just as Dâvon moved to Sebastian's table again. He was mostly timing Sebastian but with the addition of Randy at the other end. He counted them down. Sebastian closed his eyes, having memorized the layout of the pieces from just watching everyone go before him. He could really do it with his eyes closed.
Three
Two
One
Sebastian kept himself focused as he flew through the test again with more ease than the first time.Â
"One minute. Fifty-one seconds."Â
Randy stood there the entire time, arms crossed over his chest as he watched. "Don't fuck with me again, Sebastian."Â
Ziah stopped her Dad before he could step away from the table. "Oh non non non, je peux battre ça et toi." ("Oh, no no no, I can beat that and you.")Â
Ziah bounced from foot to foot as their guns were taken apart.Â
Randy obliged his eldest. "Scramble the pieces."Â
They turned around, so they couldn't see them being shuffled around the table until they were mixed. Ziah saw the way Cody stepped closer to see what was happening.
"Remove a bullet. I only need one." Ziah grins up at her Dad.Â
"You take way too much joy in this,' he replied as they turned back to the table.Â
It wasn't a drill she hadn't done before but he wanted the other men watching to know why Ziah was sitting at their table now. Many thought Randy was hard on her, and he was, but when it came to knowledge of guns Ziva had taught Ziah most of what she knew. It was a very distinct style based on his wife's past.Â
D'Von stepped between them, the timer reset in his hands. "Ready?" He asked, moreso to Randy.Â
"It's her call." He says.Â
Ziah rolls her shoulders as she steps up to the table. âAller!" (âGo!â)
Her hand seeks out the larger pieces first, putting the Desert Tech together first. The butt of the rifle was placed properly in her right shoulder, her head tilting just slightly to the right as she aimed at her fatherâs target. She ejected the magazine while picking up the M & P. Same sequence as she moved down the length of the table, hating the stationary position.Â
âDamn.â Deondre coughed.Â
Ziah had only just heard her fatherâs second shot but unsure of the order he picked, she knew it would be close. Her eyes swiped over the Colt and realized the Bolt was missing and instead they had given her a disassembled Baretta. She pieced them both together before taking them both in her hands. When it came to the Colt she shot better left handed. She held the Baretta behind her back and widened her stance while making sure her feet were planted. The Colt fired, and the Baretta shot after as she shifted her weight when her arm came from behind her back. Two shots within seconds of each other. Grip firm as she had it in place the moment the Baretta was in her dominant hand.Â
Ziah called for time in the same breath.Â
âI never saw her switch the safety.â Someone else whispered.Â
âWhy would I leave the safety on when I can turn it off before putting the gun together?â Ziah placed the guns down, arms crossed. âWhatâs my time?âÂ
DâVon stared at the in shock. âUh, um, one minute and fifteen seconds.âÂ
âBroke your record, Dad.âÂ
âFor now. Who switched the gun?â Phil asked.Â
Shawn coughed. âWell, I thought throwing in a change would get more honest results. She knew the line up already.âÂ
âRun that by everyone next time,â Steve says.Â
âNot even that,â Randy says. âShe has a custom Baretta and you gave her one similar to what she trains with.âÂ
âSo does she have to do it again?â Cody asks.
Ziah shook her head. âStart my time from one-fifteen..âÂ
She disassembled Randyâs Bolt and had someone mix them up. She stepped to the table and called for time to start. The pieces slid through her hands fluidly.Â
She shot and called time again. âHow many seconds did that add?âÂ
âFifteen.âÂ
âYour cousin is scary,â Deondre whispers. âWhat did he say to you?âÂ
Sebastian looks to his Dad. âTo byĆo zbyt Ćatwe.â (this was too easy.)
âSzukasz innego testu umiejÄtnoĆci? (looking for another skill test?") Phil questions.Â
âLet's do another, there's no way these kids did that.â Cody argues.
Seth chooses to remain quiet, realizing the extent of which these kids were trained. While Harley was just starting her own training into guns, Daniel had been a few months in.
 âHow old were they when you started training them?âÂ
âIt doesnât matter when they start." Steve interferes. âWeâre determining the kids' status. Itâs very clear that Sebastian and Ziah can keep theirs.â
âIt absolutely doesn't!â Cody shouts. âHad I known, this is what we're doing, Charlotte would be here.âÂ
"She doesn't need to be here. If she is not already training. We all know she's not." ZĂŹah replied.Â
âThe Council didnât specify the training age for nepo babies.â He spits. âThere is nothing in the bylaws about an appropriate age. How is anyone supposed to be prepared?âÂ
Ziah couldn't understand how Cody couldn't understand. "Why are you running from common sense?"Â
"Ziah," Randy calls. "Je vous demande de reculer." ("I need you to back down.")Â
"Listen to your Daddy, little girl," Cody snaps. "Grown men are talking."Â
"Watch it,' Phil says.Â
âLack of planning on your part, does not constitute an emergency on ours.â Booker shouts. âWere you expecting us to just test them two?âÂ
âWe were expecting a fair shot.â Cody argues. âPutting together and shooting guns is not a good judge of skills, anybody can do that.â
âYou sure do bitch a lot.â Sebastian crosses his arms.Â
âAnd you need a muzzle.âÂ
Ziah wasnât surprised at the derogatory comments, nor was she surprised at the speed in which Sebastian invaded his space.Â
âCody!" Steve roared.Â
She moved to flank Sebastian, but Phil grabbed her upper arm to stop her. He was proud of how they worked in tandem with each other, but this was not the time.Â
âAnd I'll beat his ass right nowâ Sebastian grits, barely fighting through Randyâs grip on his shoulders.Â
Shawn pushed back an agitated Cody to make distance.Â
âNo one is fighting,â Steve barks. âSince this was too easy, the fifth member suggested the kids fight each other.â
"Oh," Ziah says, a little excitement in her voice. "That sounds fun."Â
âI'm sure it does.â Randy grumbles.Â
He already knew how this was going to go. By his and their standards it still technically wasn't fair, but he wasn't going to say a thing.
âAs far as who goes up against who. Sebastian and Ziah will have to fight each other.â Steve adds.Â
âAnd how is that fair?â Seth questions.Â
While guns were still a learning thing for Harley and Daniel, fighting was different, they started when they were fourteen, quickly picking up the styles of him and their mother.Â
"When we get to the mats we'll show you." Phil says.Â
They followed Steve back inside the building. On a lower level was a large, matted area and a gym on the other side. Ziah slid out her shoes before they reached the mat, already anticipating a fun time. Steve and Shawn had them spread out into a large circle. She had smoothed her hair back into a ponytail, bouncing from foot to foot.Â
Sebastian stood on one side, removing his jacket to toss on the ground next to his own shoes.Â
âShouldn't it be girl vs girl and boy versus boy.â Daniel questions. âWhy is he fighting her if they train together?â
"Ziah isn't going to hold back,' Phil explains. "She's not going to give you a moment to breathe. She's not going to stop until we call her off and even then," he shakes his head. "Sebastian is able to balance that out."Â Â
Sebastian and Ziah circled each other for a few moments. She wasn't sure how he was going to come at her until he charged and tackled her to the ground. His shoulder smacked into her chest in the tackle and for a second, she lost her breath.Â
"Oh,' she grunted, 'you want to fight for real?"Â
Sebastian lifted her up, but she had her arm around his neck and dropped her weight, putting him into a headlock. Sebastian tried to pry her off, but her hands were locked, fingers linked and he couldn't see to grab them. He grunted, hoisting her up and backwards causing her to let him go and fall to the mat.Â
"Yes,' he replied, slightly breathy but laughing, "I want to fight for real."Â
He was brute force which meant Ziah relied on her speed and agility. She got in a few punches and one open slap to the side of his head, but he was determined to win.Â
"Are you sure they should be fighting like this,' Bron asked wincing as Sebastian took a kick to his side.
He held Ziah's leg and yanked her forward before dropping her to the mat with a hand to her chest.Â
"This is not the worst of their fights." Randy says.Â
"What was the worst fight?" Hayley asked, bewildered at what she was seeing.Â
"Sebastian needed stitches." Phil shrugged. "We found out that night, Ziah's skill with knives."Â
"Her mother taught her." Randy cuts in.Â
"Ziva,' Booker asks. "That does make sense."Â
"Sebastian is stronger than Ziah, obviously. He knows she's fast, but they know each other so he's able to out-power her." Phil explained. "Sometimes he justâŠâŠout powers her the entire time."Â
Randy makes a few mental notes for Ziah's training. She was letting Sebastian bait her in. "He's given her a black eye before. That was another one of the serious fights."Â
Cody swallows as he watches the way the Brooks-Orton kids fight each other. He noticed Seth had the same look on his face, eating his words from earlier. These kids were not normal. On the mat, Ziah's shoulder and back were burning. He was either keeping her grounded to the floor, which she hated, or he was blocking and tossing her to the floor. She had bit him twice to get out of a chokehold he was going for.Â
Steve folded his arms across his chest. "When do you stop them?"Â
"If we thought they were going to kill each other." Randy replies. He points to the two on the mat, realizing it was about to come to an end. "They both use a submission to end their sparring."Â
Sebastian knew how much Ziah hated the rear naked choke, but it was fun to put her in it. Heâll deal with the retaliation later. Ziah rolled her shoulders backwards after her recent barrage of fists to his shoulder, side, chest and the hard crescent kick to the side of his head. He grounded her again, and she drove her knee up into his stomach. She head butted his cheek and he blocked her attempt to get up with a knee in her chest. Ziah's fist drove into the side of his thigh and he fell off. Sebastian watched her swing her legs to kick him again, but he grabbed them and flipped her to her stomach. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into the choke hold. He applied just enough pressure she could squirm. Sebastian knew she wouldn't.Â
"He's going to take it easy on her,' Cody said, gesturing towards the two on the mat. "It's not a fair fight."Â
Maybe it was the constant nagging and whining that ticked Sebastian off. His hold on Ziah tightened as he rocked her side to side. Her toes were barely touching the ground as he swung her side to side.Â
"Tap, princess." He taunted, knowing she hated being called that.Â
Ziah lifted her arm, driving her elbow back into his side and stomach several times to get him to release her from the choke hold. She pushed to her feet, driving her foot into Sebastian's side before he could stand up.Â
"Oh, no,' Phil whispered. "Maybe we shouldâŠ"Â
Ziah drove her knee into the side of Sebastian's head. "I told you not to call me that!"Â
Sebastian laughed, shaking his head as he pushed up to his feet. He reached for Ziah but she ducked and kicked the back of his thigh. His knee bent as he dropped to it. The laughing sent her over the edge, and she swung her fist, grinning as it smacked into his jaw. She saw the blood from his busted lip.
"Aw, is your lip busted, pretty boy?"Â
While he was down, Ziah managed to get two more hits in before Sebastian stood and tackled her to the ground. They rolled across the mat, his knee finding her stomach, back, and almost her head before she rolled out of the way. It was a show between strength and agility. Sebastian worked close up and he slowed Ziah down several times by keeping her close to the floor.Â
"He's baiting her,' Phil notes.Â
Randy nods, his eyes watching Ziah slink around the mat, hooking her leg in Sebastians' to make him fall forward. He pushed to his hands and feet when Ziah's head tilted to the side. Sebastian caught her eyes and the slow draw back of her leg. The look in her eyes was vacant. Ziah, like Randy, was a hunter and he wasn't going to be idle prey. He lingered on the mat a little longer and when she ran towards him, he jumped up, his knee rising high to connect with her face. She dropped to the ground, hand over her nose as she shrieked. Not a shout. Not a cry. A shriek. Loud, ear piercing and angry.Â
"Holy shit,' Bron shouted.Â
"And you wanted us to fight them?" Deondre asked, looking towards his Dad.Â
They had seen them both fight to exhaustion against each other, but this time was different. Sebastian grabbed Ziah by the front of her shirt, yanking her to her feet before his knee slammed into her stomach.Â
It took a minute for Randy and Phil to fully comprehend the series of moves Sebastian did, slinging Ziah to the mat face first to disorient her more than they knew she already was. Sebastian grinned and moved along her side until they were face to face, locking eyes as he closed his hands together and resting them under his cheek as a way of saying âgo to sleepâ. He gave her a moment to push up onto her hands, like he knew she would, then moved in to grab one arm and pull her up and over the back of his shoulders into a firemanâs carry. By that point, Randy and Phil had rushed to the mat, separating the two just as Sebastian hosted her up in the air. Phil caught Ziah and pulled her back before Sebastianâs knee could connect to her face.Â
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief at the interruption. It didnât matter if the other kids fought or not. They were nowhere near the level these two were on, and it was scary to see what they would be like as adults.Â
Phil had Ziah by her waist, hauling her away from the mat as Sebastian taunted her. He eventually picked her up to put some distance.Â
"Come on princess,' Sebatian shouted, stumbling backwards when Randy pushed his chest.Â
âIâm going to rip your head off!â Ziah screamed as a stream of blood came from her nose. She struggled against Phil trying to push her way out his arms.Â
"Elle allait me donner un coup de pied dans la tĂȘte!.â Sebastian huffs, using the back of his hand to wipe away the blood that was starting to dry on his lip. âLes coups de grĂące servent Ă tuer.â [She was going to punt me in the head!] [The finishers blows are used to kill.]
Phil tried to pull Ziah away but eventually lifted her up and over his shoulder. âZiah, Iâm not putting you down, until you calm down.â
âWise choice, cause Iâm beating his ass!â Ziah shouts over his shoulder. "Put me down!" She said, eerily calm, though Phil could feel her heart pounding in her chest.Â
Neither of them was sure what brought this on. While on one hand Phil was proud of Sebastian for getting the upper hand over Ziah. He still took it too far.Â
âYouâre bleeding and we need to stop it.â He lowers her to her feet, but keeps a firm grip on her arm to guide her inside where the bathroom is.Â
âSo, none of the freaks speak English?â Cody laughs. After seeing the fight, the two just put on, he shouldn't be speaking, but he couldn't help himself. âItâs a nice show really, but boring.âÂ
 âTu voulais te battre contre lui?â The realization dawned on Randy the source of the kids' spiraled fight. Sebastian glances at Randy with a nod. It should have been obvious with the way they let the fight progress to such dangerous heights. Both were on edge and needed a release that shooting guns wasnât going to give them. âTu auras dix-huit ans dans trois semaines, patiente.â [You wanted to fight him] [You'll be eighteen in three weeks, be patient.]
âDo you have a business?â Booker asks CodyÂ
âYeah.â
âThen mind it.â He warns. âAs far as they may have went, they are still miles ahead of your own child.â
Erik "Killmonger" Stevens x Black fem reader (Penelope aka "Penny")
*Gentle Reminder: YOU are in charge of your own consumption. 18 & up audiences only; minors, please don't interact!* THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!
SUMMARY: Penelope wishes she could get rest. Insomnia doesnât even begin to describe her inability to sleep. Sheâs tried it all: melatonin, hypnosis, sleeping pills, you name it. On her last straw, she visits her best friend, Georgia, who has something that just might work. But, she doesnât warn Penelope about the vivid dreams that accompany itâŠ
PAIRING: Erik Killmonger x Elias (Stack) Moore x Elijah (Smoke) More x Penelope âPennyâ (reader)
WARNINGS: SMUT; porn with little plot; language; BDSM themes; if I leave something out tell me.Â
AUTHORâS NOTE: I got the idea for this from a dream of my own after binging Supernatural, but I decided to tweak it a little and bring it to life on the page. Iâve been gone for a while, but I hope you guys enjoy something new from me. I want to make this into a series. As always, constructive criticism is welcome, but babygirl is sensitive, so be gentle. I definitely have ideas for making this into a series, if you guys want more, that is. Happy reading, my loves !! If thereâs anyone I forgot to tag please comment and let me know!!
WORD COUNT: 2.5K
REM SLEEP (rapid eye movement): A stage of the sleep cycle characterized by rapid eye movements, vivid dreaming, and high brain activity thatâs similar to being awake.
NIGHT ONE.
âGeorgia, are you sure this shitâs going to work?â you ask, eyeing the bag of the african dream root she'd given you.Â
âPenny, my aunt swears by it. You know her PTSD is really bad, it helps her sleep after the worst nightmares.â Georgia said, rubbing your arm. âYou havenât slept peacefully in months. Come on, youâre tired, barely making it through your shifts. You need rest or youâll burn out more than you already have. Just try it tonight, and if it doesnât work, you can throw it in the trash,â you watch as she tops off the bag with more tea leaves. Thanking her, you take the bag, and head towards the door hugging Georgia on your way out.Â
Once you got home, you did your regular nighttime routine, made your tea and settled into bed. Turning on your soft mood lighting, you grab your kindle and settle into bed. Youâre reading a why choose romance, where a woman is at the mercy of three male suitors. Sheâs tied to an extravagant bed while they use her for their pleasure, and sheâs enjoying every second of it. Youâre on the second chapter of orgasms when your eyes begin to droop.Â
âMmm, my pretty Penny, how wet are you for me hmm?â You blink your eyes open, the figure on top of you slowly coming into focus. Sepia colored skin, marred by keloid scars. Muscular torso with a tapered waist that led to an impressive bulge. Though, as the room around you came more into focus there was no denying that this was Erik Killmonger. His tapered locs hanging freely, just barely showing his eyes, a dangerous smirk painted on his face, and his skin glowing in the hazy light. Glistening with oil or sweat, you didnât know, but it was hot as hell.Â
âErik?â you question.
âWhat are you doing?â you mumbled, your eyes drifting lower to see the bulge in his briefs.Â
He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling your ear as he purred, âWhat does it look like Iâm doing baby? Iâm taking whatâs mine, and there isnât a fucking thing you can do about it.â You try to reach for him, but are met with resistance. Glancing up, you see that your wrists are tied to the bed frame, struggling to free yourself proves useless. Goosebumps pepper your skin as Erikâs strong, large hands rest on your thighs. His touch is electric, sending shivers down your spine.Â
âWhat do you say, we put that pretty mouth of yours to good use?â Erikâs lips brushed your neck with every word, making you arch into him.Â
âWhatâs going on?â, you ask, your mind reeling trying to grasp the situation in front of you.Â
Erik chuckles against your neck, âBaby I thought that was obvious.â He leans back, his onyx eyes focused on you. Chest heaving with lust, lips plump and moist. You couldnât help but bite your own at the thought of them on your body, kissing, licking, and sucking. You glance down at your body, your eyes widening at your bare frame. Only a thin pair of blood red panties on, pushed to the side. This is crazy! Thereâs no way that the fictional man of your dreams has you tied to bed practically naked. Fuck it, you thought. If this is the only chance you have to fuck the man of your dreams, youâre going to take it. Erik feels your body soften against the restraints, legs widening to accommodate his size.Â
âThatâs right mama, let me in. Let me worship you, take you, please you and make you mine.â Erik pulls back, his eyes focused on yours, impatiently waiting to defile you.Â
Your eyes roll back in your head as Erikâs hands grab your heaving breasts. His calloused hands immediately find your sensitive mounds, kneading and groping as he leans in to capture a pert nipple between his teeth. You whine, unable to hide the need in your voice as Erik sucks and tugs your nipple with his expert mouth, as his hand reaches up to tease your other nipple.Â
âYeah baby, let me hear you,â Erik moans into your flesh.
âI want it all, your moans, screams, your cum. I want you crying, begging, and pleading until my name is the only thing you remember,â Erik moans his mouth leaving no part of your breasts untouched.Â
âMm, more E, please,â you moan. Your hips canting in the air hoping to find some kind of friction.Â
âThere she is,âErik smiles, his signature gold slugs making an appearance. âWhere do you want my mouth?â
âKiss me,â you respond immediately. So desperate to feel his lips on yours. Something similar to a growl leaves his lips before they meet yours in a heated passionate kiss. Tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours as mewls and moans are released from you. You struggle against your restraints wanting to touch him, run your fingers through his locs, claw at the defined muscles of his back, you wanted it all. The kiss is a dance of dominance and desire, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth as if heâs claiming you, possessing you utterly. He pours all of his pent up passion and longing into the kiss, his lips moving against your with a fervor that takes your breath away.Â
One hand tangles in your hair, gripping your braids and angling your head to deepen the kiss further. The other hand slips between you and the sheet to grip your ass pressing your wet pussy against his leg. You immediately search for friction, grinding your warm center against his leg. As the kiss intensifies, your hips continue their relentless rhythm, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Erik swallows your moans, following up with a few of his own. You can barely think, in a kiss drunk state all youâre able to do is whine and moan.Â
âErik, please,â you beg against his lips.Â
Breaking the kiss, Erik trails his lips down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin hard enough to leave marks. His teeth graze your pulse point before latching onto it, sucking hard enough to make you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.Â
âThatâs it Penny , let me hear all those sounds,â he growls against your throat, his voice rough with lust. âYouâre mine now, all mine. Iâm going to break your body apart piece by piece and put you back together again.â
You fight against the restraints, desperate to touch him, touch yourself, fuck it you just wanted friction. âErik, touch me please,âyou whine. His thigh was so slick with your juices, you âd be embarrassed if you werenât so horny. He pulls away from your neck with a guttural groan, his eyes blazing with primal hunger as they lock onto yours.Â
âNeed more?â He smirks, his fingers trailing down your torso to tease your clit with slow deliberate circles.Â
You whined, throwing your head back as you babbled incoherently. âYes baby, I⊠I n-need more. S-so much more. Untie me please,â you cry out, pulling on your restraints.
Erik leans back, a cold smirk on his face, âWhy should I untie you pretty Penny?â
You groan, your mind delirious with need, âBecause, I want to pull your hair, while you eat my pussy daddy. Please donât deny me,â you whine.Â
A low appreciative groan rumbles in his chest at your request. âMmm, you nasty bitch.âÂ
Your body arches as Erik kisses a trail of fire down the length of your body, pausing to lavish attention to each hip, no doubt leaving marks behind. Continuing his descent, he settles between your thighs. He inhales deeply, savoring your intoxicating scent. Reaching out he parts your pussy lips admiring your glistening flower.Â
âFuck, you smell so good. You this wet for me baby?â Without waiting for you to answer, he dives right in. His tongue delving between your folds to taste your essence directly from the source. He laps at your slit hungrily, alternating between broad flat strokes and targeted flicks against your clit.Â
His hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he feasts on your pussy like a man starved. Your hands grip the back of Erikâs head pulling him closer, a high pitched whine leaving your lips as you began to ride his face. His nose bumping your clit as your hips circled his mouth.Â
âThatâs it baby ride my fucking face, use me,â Erik moans, tongue deep in your cunt. In the dimly lit room you see the slick shine thatâs convering his face, making you moan even louder.Â
âK- Keep eating me Daddy, just like that,â you finish with a moan. Biting your lip you look down to meet Erikâs eyes. He focuses his attention on your clit, flicking and circiling the sensitive nub with the top of his tongue while two fingers thrust deep into your dripping core. He curls his finger deep, rubbing against that spot that has your toes curling and you seeing stars. Your back arched, hips nearly leaving the mattress, but Erikâs arm pinned you down.
âNah baby, donât run away from this. You take everything I give you,â he murmurs against your flesh, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.
âI could eat this sweet little pussy for hours,â to emphasize his point, he seals his lips around your clit hard. Simultaneously pumping his fingers faster and deeper, determined to push you over the edge.Â
âOouu yes baby! Thatâs it! Right there!â you moan, as you feel your release beginning to build. Your abdomen tightening, your pussy buzzing with that delicious burn, and your hips picking up to a rhythm of their own.Â
âYour fucking mouth feels so good on my pussy daddy! Keep going Iâm ganna fucking squirt!â
Erik doubles his efforts at your words, driven wild by the knowledge that heâs bringing you to such heights of ecstasy. His tongue dances over your clit in rapid fluttering motions as he adds a finger. The noises heard from you pussy are past pornographic and just downright nasty.
âThatâs right baby. Let go for Daddy. Squirt all over my face like the nasty little slut you are,â he growls against your pussy, his filthy words only fueling the fire that was burning in your belly.
âI want to taste your cum, to feel it gushing down my throat as I make you fall apart. Give it to me Penelope! Now!â
On his command, you felt your climax crash over you. A euphoria like no other rattled your bones, rendering you almost speechless. Your inner walls clampled down rhythmically on Erikâs fingers, rippling and pulsing with intense contractions. Then, a flood of your release gushed forward, spraying from your spasming pussy to coat his face and mouth in your sweet nectar. You hear Erikâs groan of approval in between your own squeals and moans.
He moans in delight as he feels your warm essense splashing against his skin, lapping it up greedily and your body continues to shudder and quake below him. Through it all, he keeps his fingers buried inside you curling and stroking your g-spot further prolonging your orgasm.
âOh my god!â you cry out, your body giving out. Your arms and legs went slack, your orgasm draining you of all your energy, You watched with hazy eyes as he slowly emerges from between your thighs, his face glistening with remnants of your orgasm as he crawls back up your body. A satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your dazed blissed-out expression.Â
âDamn baby, watching you come like that, feeling your sweet honey coat my faceâŠâ He leans in to capture your lips in a deep, sensual kiss letting you taste yourself on his tongue. âSo responsive, so passionate. Iâve never seen anything more beautiful than you when youâre cumming.âÂ
You moan, strecthing like a feline, âYou know my body so well daddy, Iâve never come like that before.â
He chuckles softly, a deep, rumbling sound in his chest as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. âWell, weâre just getting started baby. I want to see what else I can make that body do.â His hands begin to roam your curves once more, caressing and kneading your soft flesh as if committing each dip and swell to memory.Â
âI plan to worship every inch of you, to unravel you until youâre nothing but a trembling pleading mess beneath me.â He nips playfully at your earlobe. You moan contently curling into Erikâs side, your body craving his warmth after he wrung you dry.Â
âCan I regain feeling in my legs first?â you ask playfully, kissing his neck.Â
He chuckles, âKeep doing that, all youâll be feeling is those guts being rearranged.â He presses a tender kiss to your temple, his lips lingering on your skin.Â
âYou can rest for 10 minutes, then Iâm getting in that pussy baby. My pretty Penny, youâre amazing,â he murmurs softly, his voice sounding far away as you stared into his eyes. Erik reached for a blanket from somewhere on the floor, draping it across the both of you. He held you close, your head on his chest, legs intertwined, and you drifted off to the sound of hisÂ
heartbeat.Â
Your eyes squint open from the blinding sunlight streaming through the coutain. Stretching your arms above your head, you reach to your side, feeling for Erik. Touching nothing but a cold mattress, your eyes shoot open. As your eyes adjust to the morning light, you take in your surroundings. Your bedroom looked exactly the way you left it, kindle and water bottle on your bedside table along with your phone. Nothing out of place to indicate that anything you just experienced even happened. Â
âIt was a dream?â you question to no one in particular. Sitting up you fling your sheets off your body and swing your legs to the side of the bed. The dampness between your thighs is unmistakable, Well it was definitely a good dream, you thought. You yawned drowsily as you made your way to your ensuite bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.Â
After using the bathroom and washing your hands, you turn on your shower. Undressing while the bathroom heats up. Undressing you double take looking at yourself in the mirror. Small little fingertip shaped bruises littered your thighs, and a hickie was at the base of your neck.Â
Here is where all my fics for MBJ will live. All of his fics will be categorized by character and labeled accordingly. Unless it's labeled otherwise, it's just 'MBJ'
Summary: Violet steps into the courtyard behind The Blackline and Smoke follows, hungry.
Warnings: SMUT
The Arkansas sun was high and swollen, spilling down like warm honey over the courtyard of The Blackline. The air clung heavy and thick with heat, scented faintly with honeysuckle and the iron tang of old brick warming in the sun. Cicadas screamed from the trees like spirits in heat, their song rising and falling in waves as languid as the breezeâwhat little of it stirred.
Violet moved slow through that garden, barefoot in the shade-dappled courtyard where the magnolia trees stood like sentinels in bloom. Her dress was a slip of a thing, thin and pale like lemonade satin, damp in places from sweat and clinging to the swell of her hips. The straps had slipped down her shoulders, as if too weary to hold on, leaving her collarbones bare and glowing. Her curls had given up the ghost, too, haloing her face in dark, syrupy coils that caught at her neck and temples like ivy. A ribbon the color of pomegranate wine was tied high on her thigh, just under the hem, nearly hidden unless you were looking.
And Smoke was.
He leaned in the shade of the jasmine-covered archway, arms crossed, shirt open at the throat, the rise and fall of his chest slow and deliberate. A cigarette dangled between his fingers, though he hadnât lit it. He was watching her sip water from a jar, watching the way her lips curved around the rim, watching the drop that ran down her chin and traced the column of her throat before vanishing between her breasts. Her skin shimmered with sweat, kissed golden by the sun, and he wanted to press his mouth to every bead of it.
Violet didnât say a word. Just walked further in, letting the stone path warm the soles of her feet. She knew he was behind her, watching. She felt it like a breath at the back of her neck. Every step she took was an invitation.
Smoke finally moved.
The gate clicked behind him.
His boots were quiet on the flagstones, but she heard the rasp of his voice just as she reached the camellia bush blooming near the fountain.
âHot out here.â
Her back was to him, âMmm. You ainât even touched the heat yet.â
âYou sweatinâ like you are,â he said low, deep, âLike the sun been suckinâ on your skin all day.â
Violet tilted her head, curls brushing her bare shoulder, âMaybe it has.â
Smoke crossed the courtyard in three slow steps, and when she turned, he was there. She was smaller than him, and the heat between them wasnât just summer it was the kind of southern, wicked thing that drew in thunderclouds and stirred wind through still air. He stared at her ribbon, tied soft and sinful on her thigh. Then at the drops of sweat still sliding over her clavicle. Then at her lips.
âDonât drink no more water,â he rasped, hand curling at her waist.
She blinked up at him, lips parted, âWhy not?â
ââCause I want to taste it off your mouth.â
And then he kissed her.
It wasnât sweet. It was thick and slow and hungry. His mouth was hot against hers, tasting of smoke and salt, and her moan curled up into the August air like steam. He cupped the back of her head, tugging her hair just enough to make her gasp, then caught her lower lip between his teeth. His other hand slid down, palm rough over her damp dress, fingers gripping the meat of her ass through the thin fabric. He pulled her flush, the hard line of his desire pressing into her belly.
She whimpered, hips shifting. Her hands gripped his shirt, twisting the linen as she kissed him back with a fever that surprised even her. When he pulled away just slightly, her lips followed.
âYou taste like..â he whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth. â...Like summer and sugar and sweat. And that goddamn ribbonâŠâ
His hand slipped down her thigh, fingers brushing the bow. She gasped, breath catching.
âDonât untie it,â she whispered, voice hoarse, âNot yet.â
Smoke smirked, his nose brushing hers, âThen donât run.â
âI ainât runninâ. I came out here to burn.â
He growled at thatâan honest, hungry soundâthen kissed her again, deeper, his tongue demanding. His hand slid under her dress, fingers grazing skin, nails scraping just enough to leave a whisper of possession. The fountain bubbled beside them, but neither heard it. Not over the rasp of their breath, the slick heat of their kiss, the creak of the old brick wall as Smoke backed her into it.
She sighed into his mouth. âItâs too hot for thisâŠâ
âThen take it off,â he whispered against her throat.
âNo.â
âNo?â
âI want you to fuck me through it.â
Smokeâs head fell back, eyes closing, breath heaving like heâd been slapped. He looked at her againâsweat-streaked, flushed, hungryâand knew the sun wasnât what had him sweating now.
The heat had found its match.
Smoke pulled back from the kiss like a man coming up for air, chest rising slow but full, eyes hooded and dark. His skin glistened now, sweat beading along his temple and jaw. Without a word, he turned and dropped onto the wide stone lip of the old courtyard fountain, the spray behind him catching the sunlight in tiny rainbow arcs.
He leaned forward, dipped both hands into the water, and let the chill bite through the heat. Then, with a sharp inhale, he splashed his faceâpalms dragging down over his cheeks, through his beard, over his throat. Water dripped from his chin, ran down the hollow of his collarbone, soaked into his open shirt. He sat there a moment, breathing. Gathering himself.
Violet hadnât moved.
She watched him from where she stood, dress clinging to her like second skin, her chest heaving from the kiss and her curls catching the sun like ink poured over honey. Her thighs pressed together subtly beneath the hem of her dressâone hand ghosting over the ribbon still tied there, the other curling at her side.
Smoke looked up at her, water dripping from his lashes.
âCâmere, girl.â
She stepped toward him, already undone, and he took her by the waist and guided her into his lap like she weighed nothing. The warm stone at his back, the soft curve of her body against his chest, the heat of her skin on his. He groaned low and let his mouth find hers again, slower now, deeper, like he was memorizing the shape of her breath.
She straddled him, knees spread against the fountainâs cool edge, dress riding high. The curve of her thighs framed his hips, and her lips parted on a sigh as his wet hands gripped her waist, sliding around her back to hold her firm.
One of those handsâstill slick from the waterâslid down, fingers dragging under the hem of her dress, grazing warm, sweat-slick skin.
Her breath hitched.
âShhh,â he whispered into her mouth, âlet me.â
And then his hand sank between her thighs.
His fingers were cold from the fountain but her heat made them steam. He found the edge of her panties and slipped past with ease, parting her with slow yearning, then sinking a finger into her with the kind of gentleness that made her tremble.
âOhâŠâ she gasped, mouth falling open as she clutched his shoulders.
He watched her. Watched her eyes flutter. Watched her fall apart slow like sugar cubes melting in tea.
âLook at you,â he rasped, curling another finger inside her, thumb dragging up to circle her clit, âDrippinâ on daddy like you were made for this. Made for me.â
Violetâs hips rocked, helpless and slow, grinding down onto his hand as he kissed the side of her neck, licking away the sweat. His voice stayed low and sticky, every word like a hand dragging through honey.
âYou sittinâ in my lap like thatâŠdress damn near fallinâ off your shouldersâŠthighs shakinâ. This what you wanted when you came out here?â His voice was velvet, full of lust, âWanted me to touch you in the sun?â
âYes,â she breathed.
He sucked a mark into the soft spot beneath her jaw, âSay it again.â
âYesâElijah, I wantedââ
He groaned like the sound hit something deep, âI know, baby. I know.â
And with that, he slipped his fingers in deeper, coaxing her open with practiced patience, watching her come undone in the thick Southern heat, right there on his lap in the garden of The Blackline.
Her thighs trembled around him, muscles taut with tension and need. She clung to his shoulders like she might float away if she didnât hold on, her dress bunched up at her waist, the bow at her thigh brushing his wrist.
Smokeâs breath dragged heavy from his nose as he watched her, soaked with sweat and desire, riding the edge of something sharp and sweet.
âHold on to me, Violet,â he said low, like a prayer or a warning.
Then he slid in another finger.
She cried out, a soft, desperate sound swallowed into the crook of his neck. Her nails bit into his shirt, fingers curling in the thin linen as her hips instinctively rocked to meet the deeper stretch.
âMmm,â he growled, letting his teeth graze the shell of her ear, âThatâs it. Thatâs what I wanted.â
She looked up, dazed, lips parted, curls stuck to her cheeks. And he kissed her againâharder this time, mouth greedy and full, tasting her sighs like they were sustenance. His fingers kept moving, slow and deep, scissoring slightly, curling just so, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit every time her hips tilted.
The kiss turned molten.
She moaned into his mouth, and he drank it down like a man in a drought. The sound went straight to his thick pecker, stiff and trapped beneath her, but he didnât care. This was her moment. This was about watching Violet lose herself, watching her body learn him, open for him.
âYou feel what Iâm doinâ to you, pretty girl?â he spoke with a hushed tone against her lips, âHow deep I am?â
She nodded, eyes wide, voice caught in her throat.
âI want you to fall apart right here,â he whispered, âRight in the damn sun, in my lap. Let me feel it. Let me taste what this heat made you.â
Their foreheads pressed together, sweat mixing where skin touched. He kissed her again, slower now, licking into her mouth like a promise, fingers still working herâdeeper, fullerâuntil her thighs quivered around his hips and her whimper broke into a cry.
He was losing himself in her sounds, in the clutch of her body, in the soft gasp that left her every time he curled just right.
âYou close, baby?â
She nodded, breath hitching.
âCum for me, Violet. Right here. Just like thisâŠâ
His mouth claimed hers again, sealing them in silence and sunlight, as her climax hit like thunder beneath the skin. Violet was still trembling, her body fluttering around his fingers when Smoke leaned in and pressed a soft, possessive kiss to her temple. She was limp in his lap, boneless and breathless, and stillâstillâhe wasnât done.
His voice rasped against her cheek, âI ainât lettinâ you go yet.â
Violet was still shaking in his lap, chest rising and falling like sheâd just run through a field barefoot. Skin slick. Dress wrinkled and bunched around her waist. Her eyes barely openedâlashes fluttering, mouth parted, legs wide and limp.
And Smoke just sat there. Breathing heavy. Watching her.
âLook at youâŠâ he said low, his fingers easing out of her soaked pussy. They glistened in the sunlight, coated in her slick. He lifted them to his mouth and suckedâslow, then greedyâtongue sliding between each digit with a growl that rumbled through his chest.
âDamn,â he muttered, âYou taste like you been sittinâ in the sun waitinâ on me.â
He shifted beneath her, lifting her easilyâone arm strong under her back, the other hooked behind her kneesâuntil she was on the fountainâs ledge. Her bare ass kissed the cool stone. Her legs fell open without protest. Her panties hung twisted at one ankle.
And Smoke dropped to his knees.
The wet brick scraped his skin, but he didnât give a damn. His face was already pressed between her thighs, and he groaned at the sight.
âThatâs mine?â he whispered, more to himself than her, âThis messy little pussy all mine?â
She tried to close her legs from the intensity, from the look in his eyes.
He gripped her thighs and spread them wide again, âNuh uh. Donât hide that from me. I wanna see how bad I made it.â
Her folds were puffy, slick with cream, lips swollen and twitching from his earlier touch. He could see the way her release still glistened inside, like honeyed milk pooling in the heat. His mouth watered.
âBe a good girl,â he whispered, lips brushing her thigh, âand keep quiet. You hear âem voices from the house? All them folks? Donât want nobody cominâ out here, right?â
Violet whimpered and nodded, teeth catching her bottom lip.
Smoke smirked, âMmm. Remember when I fingered you under the table? That little dinner we had? People talkinâ all around us while you was grindinâ on my hand like you was starved? This the same. Bite your lip. Do whatever you need to. But donât you make no noise I donât let you.â
And then he went down on her.
No teasing. No slow licks.
Just mouthâwideâopen.
He sucked her clit into his mouth like heâd been waiting all damn day for it. His tongue flattened against her, then lapped fast, slick, greedy. Slurping sounds echoed off the stone walls, drowned only by the distant hum of laughter and chatter from inside the house.
Violetâs head tipped back.
She clung to the fountain behind her, water splashing her spine, eyes rolling as his tongue worked side to side and up again. The stone was slippery from the fountain spray, but she held on.
Her moans were soft.
Whimpers even softer.
She didnât want to cry out, but his tongue kept finding that spot. His lips wrapped around her clit and sucked, then licked slow right afterâjust to fuck with her. He groaned between her legs, the sound vibrating through her whole damn body.
Smokeâs grip got tighter.
His fingers dug into her thighs, pulling her open wider, locking her in place while his tongue dragged down, then up, then circled her clit like he was tracing a map to heaven.
âFuck,â she gasped so softly, her voice barely there.
Smoke didnât respond with words. Just wetter licks. Sloppier kisses. He nuzzled his face deeper between her legs, let her ride his mouth while his tongue flattened and pressed, dragged, flickedâfast and filthy.
Her thighs started to shake again.
âMmhm,â he growled, mouth still full, âGimme that. I feel it.â
He sucked her lips into his mouth, then licked between them, nosing up to her clit again. His face was drenched. Chin shining. Mouth messy. He didnât care. He devoured her like the world was ending and she was the last thing worth tasting.
Violet slapped a hand over her mouth.
Her other hand flew to his head, fingers fisting in his waves, trying not to ride his face but her body was already bucking, already arching, already close.
That tongue of his flicked again. Circling. Flattening. Fast.
And then he sucked her clit hard.
Violetâs back bowed.
She shook with a cry that got swallowed into her palm.
Smoke groaned, tongue never stopping. His mouth moved with hers, licking up every drip she gave him, swallowing her pleasure like it fueled him.
He didnât stop when she came.
He didnât stop when she squirmed.
He just kept eating.
Spit and cream glistened down his chin as he licked her clean, tongue dragging through every fold, every crevice, until she twitched from the aftershocks and whimpered his name against her palm.
âElijahâŠâ she whispered.
He lifted his head, chest heaving.
His mouth was wet, his lips red, his chin glazed in her. He looked like a man whoâd just survived a war and wanted to go right back into battle.
âStill ainât lettinâ you go,â he said again, voice dark and thick as syrup.
And with that, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and went right back in.
Violetâs legs were still open, still glistening.
The fountain gurgled soft behind her, water splashing her back, cooling the sweat that slid down her spine. But nothing could cool the fire between her legsânot with the way Smoke was lookinâ at her now.
He stood.
Big and broad. His shirt was damp with sweat and fountain spray, plastered to his chest. And his slacks hung low from where heâd unfastened them, undone and open like a promise. For a second, he just watched her. Took her in. Her thighs still spread, dress hitched high, pussy messy and twitching from his mouth.
He peeked over his shoulder.
The courtyard stayed still.
Then his gaze dropped back to herâslowly. Dominant. Burning.
He unbuckled, tugged his slacks down to his thighs, and that thick, long, veiny dick bounced freeâhard, dark, beautiful, veins pulsing, tip flushed and glistening. Violetâs lips parted on instinct.
Smoke gripped the base, thumb sliding slow over the slick crown. âSpit on it.â
She blinked up at himâdoe-eyed, cheek dimples soft from still catching her breathâbut she leaned in anyway. Opened her mouth and let a slow string of spit fall onto the tip.
Smoke hissed through his teeth. Bit his bottom lip. And then he slapped that heavy dick right on her tongue.
Slap.
Slap.
She didnât move. Just held it thereâpretty and pliant.
âYou a pretty ass girl,â he said, voice thick and gritty, âalways lettinâ a gangster do whatever he want to you, huh?â
She nodded slow, lips brushing the underside of his shaft. Her voice was a whisper, âYes, papaâŠâ
That did something to him.
His jaw clenched. His chest swelled. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, just like thatâlike she was weightless.
âCâmere. Gimme that pussy. I ainât done witâ you.â
He turned, still holding her, and sat right down on the fountainâs cool stone edge, planting his feet wide. Her thighs straddled him againâbut this time, her pussy hovered over his dick, dripping onto the tip.
Violet whimpered. Tried to ease herself down.
But she was going too slow.
âNah, baby,â he growled. âDonât make me wait.â
He grabbed her hips and pulled her downâslow but strongâeasing her tight, messy heat down onto his thick length.
She cried outâsoft, breathlessâas he stretched her open, deeper, deeper, deeper.
âShit,â Smoke growled, voice caught in his throat. âYou ridinâ daddy raw like thisâŠdrippinâ alreadyâŠfuck. You feel how Iâm hittinâ?â
She nodded, eyes wide, hands flying to his shoulders for balance.
He grunted, grip tightening, âBounce on it. All the way down. Câmon.â
Her hips started to move, slow at firstâbut Smoke wasnât satisfied.
He grabbed her waist again, helping her find rhythm. Made her rideâup, down, slap, bounceâtill she was takinâ him to the bottom. Till every stroke punched a cry from her throat.
âThatâs it,â he rasped, âJust like that. Keep ridinâ. I wanna feel you grip every inch.â
Her body obeyed. Her thighs shook. Her whimpers turned breathy and high as she bounced harder, faster, wetter. Skin slapping. His dick so deep it curved up against her spot. Her curls stuck to her cheeks. Her nails clawed at his shoulders.
Smoke tilted his head, eyes locked on the place they met.
âLook at this fuckinâ pussyâŠâ he groaned, watching her cream spill down the base of his shaft, âMessy fuckinâ girl. Ridinâ dick in the damn sun like itâs yours.â
âIt is,â she gasped, âIt is, papa.â
That made him growl deep. Possessive.
He pulled her in close, mouth at her ear, âThen show me.â
And she didâgrindinâ, ridinâ, whimperinâ while the fountain sang behind them and the heat swirled around like smoke from a match just struck.
Violet was ridinâ like she belonged there.
Ass clappinâ against his thighs, slick thighs flexinâ, curls swinginâ with every bounce. The sun caught on her brown skin, all glazed up and glowinâ from sweat and lust, her dress bunched at her waist, tits spilling from her bodice.
Smoke was gone.
Palms gripped tight around her hips, helping her ride his dick deeper. Harder. Watching her with those low, dark, greedy eyesâeyes that didnât miss a damn thing. His lips were parted, breath ragged, chest rising and falling like he was trying to hold back, but he couldnât.
âFuck on that dick,â he rasped, voice so low and gritty it sounded like gravel, âYou hear me? Donât just sit there. Fuck me.â
Violet let out a soft whimper, her rhythm faltering, his size stretching her wide, that curve inside hittinâ just right.
âUh uh,â he grunted, dragging her down hard again, âBeen on this dick long enough. Thought good girls knew how to fuck. Donât slow up now.â
His hands gripped her ass, guiding her stroke for stroke. Up. Down. Bounce. Grind. Smack.
She moaned againâhigh and breathlessâbut her hips obeyed, rolling and bouncing like he told her to.
âThatâs itâŠâ he growled, âThere she go. There my girl go. Look at this tight ass pussy takinâ every inchâŠâ
Her eyes fluttered. Her mouth hung open.
âI love this fuckinâ pussy,â he hissed, jaw clenched, eyes locked on where they met, âI could live in this shit. Bury my dick in it every damn day. Itâs wet for me right now âcause it know itâs mine.â
Violet cried outâsoft and shakyâbut it wasnât loud enough to catch attention.
âYou ridinâ so good, baby. Fuck. So fuckinâ pretty on my dick. This what you wanted when you came out here with wet panties? Hmm?â
She nodded fast, lip caught between her teeth.
His hand slipped between them, thumb finding her clit againâpressing down while she moved, makinâ her twitch and shake as she kept grinding down on that thick dick.
âSay it.â
âI wanted it,â she gasped, âWanted you to fuck me. I wanted this dickâPapa, pleaseâŠâ
He grinned, all teeth and tension.
âThatâs my girl,â he whispered, âNow take it. All of it. Bounce till I hit the bottom. Donât stop. Donât you fuckinâ stop.â
She didnât.
Violet kept ridinââwet, raw, deeperâbouncing on his lap with everything she had, his name caught in her throat, her body clenched around him, close to fallinâ apart again.
Smoke watched her like he was starved.
She was gasping, grinding, her moans climbing like the heat in the air, body locked in a rhythm that was all instinct and hunger. Her fingers dug into Smokeâs shoulders. Her eyes were glassy, lips swollen and parted as her breath caught.
She was close.
So close.
âGo âhead,â Smoke said low, thumb still on her clit, his dick buried deep inside her. âDo it pretty, baby. Let me feel it.â
And Violet didâhead tipping back, curls stuck to her cheeks, mouth falling open on the softest, sweetest cry as her pussy clamped down around him. Her body fluttered with that full-body quake, thighs trembling as she came hard, breath ragged and eyes rolling.
âMmm. There it is,â he muttered, dick twitching inside her, âKnew you had another one in you.â
He let her ride it out. Let her grind through it, let her little moans melt into his neck. His hands never left her, big palms stroking her back, guiding her hips, holding her in place until her body went soft against himâboneless, whimpering, still twitchinâ from the aftershocks. And when her thighs started to tremble again, when her hands gripped his shoulders and her walls started fluttering all over his dick, thatâs when he wrapped one big arm around her waist and stood the fuck up.
Lifted her like she was nothing but air.
Her gasp caught in her throat when her back left the stone. He had her up, legs dangling, arms clinging to his shoulders, eyes wide as he hooked his arms beneath her knees and spread her wide. His dick slipped out only for a secondâjust long enough for her to see it, fat and glistening with her slick.
Then he thrust back in so deep she could have sworn sheâd seen stars in broad daylight.
âOhfuckââ she choked, legs kicking.
Smoke didnât pause.
Didnât give her time to adjust.
He was plowing her from below, strong thighs rooted, thick arms holding her up and open, his hips snapping up with brutal, perfect force. She clung to himâhelpless, gasping, toes curled tight as his dick pounded into her again and again.
âD-daddy,â she cried, voice breaking.
âYeah, baby,â he groaned, face pressed against hers, his breath hot on her lips, âSay that shit again.â
âDaddyâŠâ
Harder.
âDaddyâpleaseââ
Faster.
âDADDY.â
He snapped.
âFuck. Thatâs what I like. My name in your mouth while I tear this shit up.â
Her head dropped onto his shoulder, teeth sinking into his neck to muffle her cries. Her fingers clawed at his back, legs trembling as he wrecked her from belowâballs slapping, stroke deep, dick curving up into the sweet spot over and over again.
âYou feel me fuckinâ you like that?â he growled, âThis what you needed, huh? That why you came out here so wet? Needed Daddy to beat that pussy up?â
âY-yes,â she sobbed, shivering, completely gone, âYesâyesâyesââ
Her pussy was a messâsqueezing, gushing, clinging to him with every deep stroke.
And Smoke was locked in, eyes shut tight, forehead pressed to hers, groaning every time her walls clamped down on his dick like she didnât wanna let go.
âI got you,â he panted, thrusting harder, âI got you, baby. Just hold on. Daddy got you.â
And she did. Arms around his neck. Legs trembling in his grip. Pussy swallowing every inch like it belonged to her.
He was tearinâ her ass up, and she was takinâ all of it.
Smoke was panting.
His grip was tight beneath her knees, arms flexed, body gleaming in the thick afternoon sun. Violet was limp in his hold, moaning against his neck, still trembling from the brutal stretch of his dick slamming into her again and again.
But he wasnât done.
He shifted, turned, and laid her down across the slick, rounded edge of the stone fountain. Water splashed behind her, warm droplets kissing her back, her thighs, her shoulders. Her curls were wild against the wet brick. Her chest rose and fell like she couldnât catch her breath.
She looked wrecked.
Smoke hovered over her, all power and glistening muscle, body carved in sweat. His thick dick was still hard, twitching, soaked in cream, bobbing just above her soaked slit.
Then he slid back in.
All the way.
âFuuuck,â he growled, eyes rolling for a second, then locking onto hers as his hips started to snap againâslow at first, deep, full, each thrust punching the air from her lungs.
Water licked at her sides.
His thighs slapped her ass.
The sound of itâwet, hot, relentlessâechoed off the stone and trees.
Violet cried out, but Smoke was on her. One big hand came up, covering her mouth, pressing her head back against the ledge.
âShhhhâŠâ he hissed, breath heavy, lips parted, âTake it. Let Daddy kill this pussy.â
And he did.
Hard strokes.
Perfect rhythm.
His other hand gripped her hip tight, holding her in place while he pumped into her with that deep curve, every thrust hitting that sensitive spot inside like heâd been born to ruin her.
Violet was moaning under his palm, drooling behind it, her thighs twitching, legs falling open wider as he kept pushing, pounding, digging.
âYou feel that?â he grunted, hips snapping faster, âFeel what you do to me? You got me fuckinâ crazy, baby. This pussy too damn good.â
He watched herâeyes locked, lip caught between his teeth as he felt her walls flutter again.
Thenâ
âOh myâ!â she tried to cry out, but it came out muffled.
Her whole body shook.
Her pussy clenched hardâand then gushed.
Hot slick sprayed between them, down his thighs, onto the stone.
Smokeâs jaw dropped.
âGod damn, babyâŠâ he groaned, never slowing, fucking her right through it, hand still over her mouth as she quaked and twitched and tried to breathe through the pleasure tearing her apart.
âYou just squirted all over this dick, huh?â he growled, hips still rolling deep, still milking it out of her, âYou nasty little thingâŠâ
She was goneâlegs flung wide, arms limp, body wrung out beneath him. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth, her eyes glassy, her pussy clenching again, begging for more.
Smokeâs pace faltered.
His breath hitched.
His abs tensed.
âFuckâIâm close,â he bit out. âFuckfuckfuck, Iâmââ
He pulled out fast, hand stroking his thick, wet shaft.
âCome here.â
Violet blinked, dazedâbut obeyed.
She rose up on shaky elbows, mouth open, tongue out like the good girl she was.
Smoke grabbed the back of her head and guided his dick to her lips.
âClean it up.â
She sucked slow, wrapping her mouth around the head, swirling her tongue to catch the taste of herself, the glisten of spit and squirt. She moaned around him, looking up with wide, teary eyes, dimples soft, so fucking pretty.
Smoke groaned loudâhips jerking.
âFuck. FUCK. There you go. Thatâs it. Take it. Take it, baby.â
His grip tightened.
His hips snapped once more.
And then he cameâhot, thick, deepâright down her throat.
She swallowed like it was nothing. Let it paint her tongue. Licked him clean.
And when she pulled back, lips swollen and wet, Smoke was still staring down at her like she was a fever dream come to life.
He dragged the back of his hand across his mouth. Still breathing hard.
âGoddamn,â he muttered.
And Violet?
She just smiledâslow and wreckedâbefore the next splash from the fountain kissed her cheek.
đđđđđ¶đđ: savee enters the world of adult films. signed by viper entertainment she makes her debut with the ceo and adult film actor, randy orton.
Terminology
House - A specific film company or studio an adult actor/actress is a part of and/or films exclusively for.
Green - New to adult films and has never filmed content.
Angel - Virgin
Viper Entertainment - An independent porn company owned and funded by Randy Orton.
Randy Orton - A prominent figure in the adult film industry. He's a porn actor, executive producer + creative director.
đđđđđđđ đ đđđđđđđ: â ïž This story will feature explicit sexual content that is not suitable for minors đ. This story is essentially porn with plot, just a smidge more plot.
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âAre you sure about this?âÂ
Savee looked up from her computer. She chewed on her straw, as her ice coffee watered down from the melting ice. Condensation rolled down the glass, creating a ring on the countertop she kept wiping away. Too lazy to get up and get a coaster she slid a paper town under it. Her roommate, and cam girl, Jasmyne, had been very surprised when she brought up applying for a porn company.Â
âPorn?â She says, placing her lunch bag on the counter between them. âThatâs a big leap from pictures.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âYouâre a virgin.âÂ
Savee cringed. She wasnât embarrassed about it. Some of her work friends have horror stories about their sex life and lack of fulfillment. She wasnât in a relationship and new to the dating scene since moving to St. Louis. It was difficult making the move from her hometown, but there was nothing there. So she worked and saved and after weighing the pros and cons of different states, she settled on Missouri.Â
The area of the city she lived in was middle class and she was only able to afford her rent because of a trust fund set up by her biological motherâs mother. Savee never met either of them but apparently she was in the will. After being released from the foster care system, it was released to her in a decent amount each month for the next three years. She worked to supplement what she was being given.
âSo I found a company with an open call,â Savee replied.Â
Viper Entertainment was the pinnacle of professionalism in the industry. They only worked with people that adhered to strict rules and guidelines. They were very inclusive but it was rare to work for them. They didn't have many open calls and when they did they were invitation only. However, at a recent convention, Randy mentioned in a panel that he would be opening up to open calls soon and to watch the site.Â
Savee found that video in a reddit thread and in fact watched the site. She was waitlisted for weeks, but given preliminary tasks to do to based on her positon in the waitlist. She received her first set of tasks two weeks ago. Her clinic was empty the day of her appointment, so she was ushered right back to a small exam room. Her blood was drawn and a urine sample was taken. The results would go directly to the company by using the email they provided. No room to fake it. The results would be in before the day was over after the clinic was verified.Â
Once the results were in she would receive a call.Â
The audition was not what she expected. She thought she had the wrong address when she entered the room. Dressed, according to the email, in a pastel colored dress she arrived and found herself one of few in the color selection. Everyone else was in all black. She didn't know anyone there, but recognized some faces she'd see in videos. The flow of the room was simple. They entered on the right and made their way to the left side of the room, ending on the right. Savee got to know of girls who were Green. It was then she realized she was the only one in a blush pink. After traveling the room she learned it meant Angel. One female star pulled her to the side, her mocha skin glittering beneath the ambient lighting.Â
"Angel means you're a virgin. What's a virgin doing here of all places?" She inquired curiously.Â
Savee had thought about how to answer that question in her initial quest to find out more about the porn industry. Other than the money, she was curious about sex and if Viper Entertainment was as professional as it was claiming to by, why not do it on camera?Â
"I was going through content on Viper's platform and noticed there was a category for it. Not much to see considering there weren't many videos." Her left shoulder lifted in a shrug. "Virginity is soâŠâŠweird to say out loud."Â
She laughed in response. "You're right. You really only get a few videos out of it before it's no longer virgin porn. I just see girls come in and waste their first time on porn."Â
"I don't give it that much power over me. It's never been an opportunity for me to have sex, so I figured I would create it myself. Control where and when it happens."Â
"That's a smart way to look at it and you picked the right company to pitch yourself to."Â
"Really?"Â
"Yeah,' she sighed. "I mean they are known to be strict, but once you're a part of their team they take care of you. Randy managed to change the culture around what we do."Â
Savee nodded. "Have you worked with Viper Entertainment before?"Â
"A few times." She shrugged. "I'm more of a solo kind of girl, but the scenes I've shot were great experiences."Â
She spent a few more minutes talking before making her way around the room. There were graphic posters on the wall, each of them a poster for movies the company had produced. She mentally noted the lack of diversity but the industry was dominated by white men and women. Each of the posters were of high quality, air brushed perfection, with raunchy undertones or outright nudity. As she walked she was approached by several of the men in the posters asking questions about her experienceâŠ..well lack there of. The final wall of posters were from movies produced by Randy where he was featured. Seeing him on film was one thing, it was known he was muscular, tall, and thick build, but the photos made him look massive. He himself wasn't naked in the photos, but he didn't need to be.Â
But something was off about the images.
It was his expressions that didn't match. He was there, but he lookedâŠdisinterested. In some of his videos she could tell when he wanted to be there versus when he had to be there. She looked to her left where a poster of another actor was placed. His expressions were different. He looked to be in the moment. When she glanced back at Randy's it was lost. He didn't look like he was enjoying himself on that project.Â
Other than how to navigate the room, Savee wasn't given instructions on who to speak to or what to specifically do.Â
A week after that event she was called. She had passed her initial health screenings. The recruiter for Viper Entertainment was enthusiastic about the details of her next interview. She would be meeting with producers and casting directors. This was going to be her first impression and she wanted it to go smoothly.
She arrived to Viper Entertainment by a chauffeur from her hotel they booked. Everything had been covered and she enjoyed the suite they had given her for the weekend. The recruiter told her to dress as she normally would. They wanted to see personality and style. It helped the see which genres they could possible cross into.Â
Savee arrived in a pair of baggy jeans and a crochet halter top. Beneath it was a black lacy bra. She swapped out her silver nose ring for gold, and applied light make up that she would normally wear. She thought about braids for her hair, but opted for a full sew-in in a chocolate brown and black color combination. She pulled it back in a pony tail with with long bangs in the front. She eventually tucked those behind her ear, showing off her gold hoops. She looked casual, but had a clear style. The last thing she wanted was to be a niche, but she wasn't going to pretend to be something she wasn't.Â
The conference room they were taken to was large. She was seated with six other girls all looking very similar to each other in style. Viper Entertainment had a specific look and they did their homework to copy it to a tee. She was starting to wonder if she should have done the same when a door to their left opened. A tall woman with bright blue eyes and platinum blonde hair stepped through. Behind her was two of the executive producers and the company owner himself, Randy Orton.Â
He was big on screen, but he was massive in person. He towered over the group with him and the all black sweat pants and hoddie did not hide the thickness of his arms and chest.Â
"Hello ladies," one of the men said. "Viper Entertainment is glad to have you. You five girls have made it to the final rounds."Â
Savee didn't know if she should cheer or run out the room. She followed suit and clapped with everyone else instead.Â
"We're going to take a tour of some of the sets. Then we will sit with each of you for one on one interviews. There's no pressure, no casting couch, none of that. We want to get to know you and make sure you're a right fit for the company."Â
They were led through the doors the executive team had come through. The blond woman, Trish, narrated as they walked towards the sets. She pointed out private dressing rooms, a sauna, spa rooms, indoor pool and gym, and other amenities they could use upon hire and contract signing. None of those areas were used for filming. Instead, they were led into a large warehouse with multiple sets. It seemed to go on for days and she realized it was about the size of a plane hanger.Â
A few bedroom sets, two kitchen, a large living room with a sectional couch, a classroomâŠ.and loads of space to create whatever scene the producers wanted. There were two separate locker rooms with multiple showers and stalls for men and women. It was a massive facility and Savee was highly impressed at what she was seeing. Lingering behind them as they took the tour was Randy and one of the executives.Â
"Think about it Randy." Shaun says. "You can revive the Angel category, it's been about six years since the last series. Plus she's green." He shrugged. "And your type."Â
Randy folded his arms over his chest. He watched her as she walked one of the sets with the groups. He was interested in wondering why she decided to do porn. The other girls were obvious about it. They came in dressed in the 'porn' aesthetic. She looked like she walked in from the coffee shop down the street. Different. But uniquely her. Shaun's comment about his type was why he was hesitant. In his younger days, he'd done a lot of different genres of porn. He learned early on that his attraction to black women made it hard to work with them on screen. He hated the those categories and performed worse in those in his younger years. It never felt right to him. He made it a rule to avoid his type when it came to filming.Â
Now, his team was doing the exact opposite of that and he didn't know what to do. It could be really good or god awful.Â
"Don't over think it. We know working with Angels is a process. I know you haven't had sex with a black girl-"
"Woman,' Randy corrects firmly. "Black woman. I haven't shared the screen with a black woman in years." His personal life said otherwise.Â
"Why?" Shaun wondered.Â
"Certain things you do can be degrading and the dynamic looks bad. I avoid it because that's not what I want to put out. I don't even want it to look like that. This isn't and will never be that type of company."Â
Shaun backed off, but still asked. "And is she your type?"Â
Randy looked at Savee as she talked with some other actors as they passed. "She is gorgeous,' he mused, "petite. You know she's my type."Â
Randy has a size kink. In all ways. He liked towering over the girls. He liked folding them up as he fed them his dick.Â
Shaun agreed. "Yeah, she is."Â
"Working together could potentially ruin her." Randy admitted. âAfter that series if she doesnât have a solid niche she might as well retire.âÂ
Shaun ran the numbers and projections in his head. "Angel work is exclusive for a year. That category is a financial risk. Especially if the subscribers aren't interested."Â
âIt could give her a career and kill it at the same time.â He worked his jaw. âIâd need a year's worth of content planned out.âÂ
âSheâd need the right story. If itâs too gimmicky it wonât sell. But if itâs too bland then itâs boring.â Shaun folded his arms across his chest.Â
Randy scratched along his jaw. "Bring her to my office first in about thirty minutes. We can talk and see where it goes. Have the lawyers draft an Angel contract."Â
"You think she will sign it today?"Â
Randy watches as Savee catches up with the group, her ponytail swinging over her shoulders. "If she does we have some time to work out the kinks. If not, we'd have to blacklist her. The last thing I want is her ending up on some low quality fetish site."Â
Summary : Ezra wasnât just spoiledâshe was coddled, treated as if she couldnât do a single thing for herself without someone stepping in. But, truthfully, she didnât mind.
-> Pairing : Montez Ford x Ezra Lawson x Jalen Hurts
-> wwe!superstar x college!student x college!athlete
warnings: This story will contain dark content. sexual themes, violence and foul language. The language of this work will be heavily influenced in AAVE and Southern Dialect.
âWow, uhmâ They nervously laugh and look at the award as a hand comes to their shoulder. âWasnât expecting to win anything tonight. All of the other nominees are so talented and their bodies of work and their creativity is so inspirational, that I'm sure one of them was going to get it.â
They paused and finally looked into the crowd at the row of familiar faces that have been there since the start of their journey. âFirst off, I wanna dedicate this award to my mom who has been such a big inspiration in my life, and my career. Her passion, dedication, and love has been something I looked up to for years, and to finally get this momentâis a blessing that I thought would have never happened. I want to also thank my team of people who have pushed me to be better than my last. This is for the supporters who have been with me during this journey we call life." They smile briefly before raising their arm up in the air to show off the award.Â
âThis is not me being arrogant, this is me saying a winner doesn't quit on themselves, and I'mma keep winning.â
