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You’re mine

Synopsis: Jasmine and Elias had been dating for about 5 years before he finally popped the question and asked her to marry him. But things unfortunately go downhill after a huge misunderstanding and the engagement is called off. Now Elias is doing anything he can to remind Jasmine that there’s no such thing as breaking up in his book. She’s his forever.

Characters: Jasmine ‘Jas’, Elias ‘Stack’ Moore, Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore, Annie Moore, Mary, Sammie and Pearline

Warnings: TOXIC ASF, cursing, violence, SMUT, use of the ‘n’ word, guns. (Idk I think that’s all of it.)

Authors note: This might be a cute little 2 or 3 part series. Just had this in mind and had to get it out. It’s supposed to be light hearted (somewhat lol) just something quick to throw out while I work on ‘Back where you belong’

PART 1

It seemed like everybody in Compton or better yet, the whole of Los Angeles, knew that Jasmine belonged to Stack.

He wasn’t shy about letting people know he had a woman and showing everybody exactly who she was.

Every party, club event, or even if he was just chilling on the block. She was there. Looking pretty on his lap or standing next to him.

From the moment they met he’d been hooked on her. He didn’t know what it was and for a while he swore that Annie had did some hoodoo magic on him to fall in love because she was tired of him bringing random girls to every outing they had.

She kept telling him that she wouldn’t dare waste her precious herbs on his ‘stupid ass’ but that she was glad he finally found somebody to settle his ass down.

Stacked laughed loudly. “Settle down? Girl I ain’t settling down. This just some stupid little crush. Shit’ll pass”

Anyways …

5 years later and they were still conjoined at the hip. Stack made sure to take Jasmine everywhere. He spoiled her. Trips every month, allowance every week, ‘just cause you’re pretty’ money everyday and sex. Lots of it.

He also made sure to bring her around his family, constantly. His momma loved her and his cousins did too.

So when they heard that the two got engaged everybody was elated.

Annie, Mary and Pearline immediately started looking for wedding dresses before Jasmine could even get the words out.

At some point, three months after getting engaged, Jasmine started being distant. It wasn’t on purpose though. She worked as a NICU nurse and it was stressing her out, on top of other things that were going through her mind that she wanted to speak to Stack about but wasn’t sure how he was going to take it.

She wanted to find the right time to sit him down and have a conversation but with her work schedule and Stack doing… whatever it is he does when he’s out on the streets. They just couldn’t find the time.

And the distance only got worse.

One day Stack finally cracked.

They were laying in bed, backs facing each other. Jasmine was half asleep scrolling through tik-tok and Stack was up. Thoughts too loud and disruptive to even bother with his phone.

Finally he turned around, tapping Jasmine on her shoulder. “Jas. Turn around real quick.”

A soft ‘mmm’ leaves her mouth as she turns around. He was met with pouty lips and droopy eyes. Stack thought she looked so cute and for a second, he almost forgot what he was going to say.

“What’s been going with you? I barely hear from you. We barely speak, hang out, see each other or even have sex. You been pulling away from me. What’s going on?”

Jasmine tried her hardest to focus on what her man was trying to communicate but she had been up since 4 in the morning to start work at 5:30AM and didn’t end up leaving until about 8:30PM.

“I’m sorry baby. I hear you but I’m just so tired right now. Can we have this conversation in the morning? There’s … something I need to talk to you about, okay? But not right now. Please?”

Before Stack could even say anything, she had fell asleep and the next morning she was rushing out the house. It was supposed to be her off day but the hospital called her and asked if she could cover because two of the other nurses got sick and they were currently understaffed.

She placed a kiss on Stacks forehead before leaving. Making sure to text him that they’ll talk when she gets home.

But Stack didn’t wanna hear any of that. He was fed up. Tired. And something about Jasmines behavior triggered him. It reminded him of what he used to do to the women he dated.

So in some twisted way, he convinced himself Jasmine was cheating on him and that this was his karma for what he’s done.

That same day he booked a trip to Miami for him and Smoke. Told him they had business to handle out there.

Which was true but he also wanted to get revenge. He figured, if that was the type of timing Jasmine was on, then it was time he’d get his lick back.

He didn’t tell her he was leaving. Jasmine came home to an empty apartment. She didn’t think too much of it since he was always out doing something and then would come back to make sure they’d fall asleep together.

But the next day came and still… No Stack.

“What do you mean they’re in Miami?” Jasmine paced around the apartment, listening to Annie explain what Smoke had told her.

“He said they had business to handle and were gonna be gone for a few days. Told me I might not hear from him since they’re gonna be dealing with some dangerous people and they don’t want nothing following them back home…. You sure Stack ain’t speak to you about this?”

“No. He just up and left.”

“That’s weird. Were yall arguing or something?”

“No… I mean. I told him we had something to talk about but … We weren’t arguing. We’ve just been having a bit of a rough patch.” Jasmine bit her nails as she felt her heart threatening to jump out her chest.

“Okay… just relax. I’m sure he’ll explain when he gets back.”

6 days.

Six days of Jasmine not hearing from Stack. Messages flooded his phone and every single one went ignored. She had tried to reach out to Smoke but he wasn’t answering either.

On the night before they had to leave, the boys went out to celebrate another successful and smooth ‘business endeavor’. Stack was already halfway drunk before they even reached the club.

They sat down in a section in the back and ordered themselves two bottles of Don Julio. At some point during the night, Stack goes off to the dance floor and grabs on the first girl he saw that looked like she’d be ready for anything.

Smoke furrowed his eyebrows as he watched Stack rub his hands all over the girls body. Before he could go any further, Smoke grabbed him by the back of his white, fresh T shirt and dragged him back to where they were.

“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Dancing. What does it look like?”

“It looked to me like you was tryna fuck that bitch in the middle of the dance floor.”

With a roll of his eyes, Stack downed the rest of his drink before shrugging. “And if I was?”

“Nigga did you hit your head and suddenly get dementia or sum?”

“Nah. Did you? Should I be worried?” A chuckle slips past his lips as he reaches forward to pour himself another drink.

Smoke grabs the bottle before he can. “You tryna cheat on Jasmine?”

“Who’s to say she’s not cheating on me?”

A beat passes. Smoke was frozen in his seat.

He blinks.

“Is she?”

Stack shrugs. “Looks like it.”

“What you mean looks like it? Is she or is she not?”

“I don’t know Elijah. She been distant. Real fucking distant. For weeks. Then suddenly tells me she got something she gotta talk to me about. Tuh” He throws his hands in the air and then looks at Smoke as if he got the answers to the universe. “What that shit sound like to you? Like she probably getting her back blown out by some other nigga.”

A laugh escapes his lips before he shakes his head. “She better hope I don’t find out who it is. Cause I’ll blow his fucking brains out.”

Smoke stares at his brother like the man officially lost his mind. “Are you stupid?”

Stack sucks his teeth. “Whatever. You wouldn’t get it. You and Annie been together since kids. You don’t gotta deal with this shit.”

“Nigga you don’t even know what you dealing with. You assuming shit without speaking to her first. What you gon do when you find out she not cheating on you? Then what?”

With a clenched jaw, Stack slumped back against the booth. “I don’t know man. This shit starting to sound like-”

“Like nothing. You scared and I get that cause I was scared too when Annie and I were about to get married. You know, you was there. It’s a big step you taking and you scaring yourself. Sabotaging shit before you even get the chance to see it through. Just relax and talk to ya girl man.”

Smoke sighs deeply before pouring the two of them a drink. “You was five seconds away from fucking up the only good thing in ya life besides me.”

A smirk appears on Stacks face before he slowly grabs the drink. “Whatever nigga.”

The next day. Elias finally turned his phone back on, reading the hundreds of texts from Jasmine.

Some worried

Some angry

Most of them angry

He grabbed his spare key and walked into her apartment.

Jasmine was in the kitchen when she heard him come in.

He slowly walked up to her, analyzing the look on her face.

If looks could kill…

“Let me ex-”

“No! I don’t wanna hear shit from you. FUCK YOU!”

She grabbed her ring and threw it at him. Stomping past him to grab the bags of his clothes that she had previously packed and threw it out the door. “Get the fuck out. I don’t wanna hear or see you ever again!”

Stack was completely unaware of the fact that Jasmine’s friends so happened to be in Miami at the same time and at the same club her man was at. They took pictures of him rubbing up on the random girl and sent it to her.

“Girl. Ain’t dis yo fiancé? 👀”

Jasmine had been feeling sick waiting for him to return home. At first she was going to demand an explanation but then she decided she didn’t care to know.

She wouldn’t be able to stomach it.

“Jas. Hold up. Let me talk.”

“NO! GET OUT. IM DONE. WE’RE DONE. FUCK THIS AND FUCK YOU!”

She stomped upstairs and slammed the door shut, locking herself in the bedroom before letting the tears flow.

Sounds of the front door opening and closing caused a loud sob to echo in the room.

They were done. Officially.

Stack went back to his apartment that hadn’t seen him in some time since he was always with Jasmine.

He was upset yeah, but he wasn’t letting her go that easily.

Jasmine was still his woman whether she wanted to admit it or not.

With that thought in mind, he showered and got ready for bed.

Two months later and Jasmine was making sure everyone knew that she was single.

She started taking time off of work and was going out with her girls, posting thirst traps for attention and walking around with the skimpiest outfits.

The men wanted her but were too scared to approach her knowing that Stack wasn’t too far behind.

Some couldn’t help but want to take the risk. She just looked too good.

Jasmine is a 5’5, browskin goddess with thick thighs and an even thicker ass. She had her full right sleeve tatted along with both of her hands and was slowly working on her left. Her entire back was covered too and a small ‘Angel’ tattoo, written in scripture, sat on her lower back right in between her dimple piercings.

On her left asscheek she had Elias’s name tatted and further up she had her nipples and both belly piercings.

Her hair, nails, toes and lashes were always done. She’s educated, intelligent, a hard worker and independent when she needs to be.

A kind hearted, extroverted soul that got along with everyone.

She was special in ways you couldn’t describe and that’s why Stack was so obsessed with her.

He knew she was rare and couldn’t replace her even if he tried.

“Work been dragging me down lately, I can’t wait to finally get some drinks in my system.” Jasmine complained as she threw herself on Annie’s couch.

Sammie was having his annual summer BBQ tomorrow night. The girls had been planning their looks for months since the whole of Compton was going to be there.

Pearline sat across from her on the love seat and Mary was in the kitchen preparing smoothies.

“Girl I’m saying. You found anything to wear yet?” Pearline asked as she reached for one of the smoothies Mary sat on the coffee table.

“Yup. Ass out. Titties out. Back out. Ready to find me some dick to bounce on.”

Annie, Mary and Pearline glare at Jasmine, already knowing how the night was going to go.

“What?”

“Jas please. You know Stack will skin alive anybody who even looks at you.” Mary gives her a pointed look.

“Fuck that nigga.”

Annie laughs and shakes her head. “Is he still trying to talk to you?”

“Girl yes. He keeps finding ways to text and call me. It doesn’t matter how many times I block him.”

Pearline giggles. “That man will never leave you alone. He still sending you money?”

“Yes!!! I don’t know how! I block his number and still someway somehow I wake up with money in my account.”

The girls laugh as Jasmine rubs her forehead in frustration.

“Well good luck tomorrow. You’re gonna need it.” Mary commented with a giggle.

Jasmine laid on her bed after getting home from Annie’s house. After a quick shower and eating dinner, she was finally able to relax.

That was until she heard the front door to her apartment open.

A loud groan escapes her lips as she gets up and heads down the stairs. She already knew who it was.

“What are you doing here?”

Stack stood in the living room, leaning against the doorframe as he trailed his eyes up and down Jasmine’s body. She had on a white tank top with no bra and pink juicy couture panties on with some fluffy hello kitty slippers.

“I came to see my kid Jas. Just cause you claim we’re broken up don’t mean you can keep him from me.”

“What fucking kid Elias???”

“Poncho.”

As soon as the name left his lips, the blonde dachshund ran up to him, licking and clawing at his ankles.

“You’re unbelievable. Get tf out of my house.” She raised her voice a little bit, watching as Stack ignores her and picks up the dog.

“Your house? The one I pay rent in?”

“You’re only paying rent because you and Smoke threatened my landlord into only taking rent money from you and not me! I’m lucky she didn’t fucking kick me out!”

“She knows better than to do some dumb shit like that, unless she wants to burry her kids.” He laughs as he pets Poncho one last time before setting him down and taking a step closer to her.

“Can you get out?” She sighs as she backs up.

Stack smirks, backing her up against the wall. “Say it like you mean it, baby.”

“I do mean it. I want you out and I’m changing the locks.” His fingers reach out to play with the waistband of her underwear and shivers run through her body at his touch.

Jasmine hears a deep humorless chuckle. It was the kind of laugh he did when wasn’t shit funny but he couldn’t help himself.

“Whatever you say baby.” His hands move from her waist to her hips and down to her ass. Rubbing it in circles. “Mmm you so fucking soft.”

Her breath catches in her throat as she tries her hardest to stand firm but the pool forming in her panties were telling a different story.

“Move Elias.” She grabs his hands and moves them. Lightly shoving them back into his space.

“You don’t miss me ?” With a slight tilt of his head, his eyes trail her body once more. His palm suddenly itching to touch her, to bend her over and make her regret ever ending things with him.

“No. Now get out. Please.” Jasmine sounded breathless. Her mind playing reruns of the last time they had sex. How he made her cum eight times in one night. Wringing her body of all its energy.

“Mm. Aight. Keep frontin’ I’ll be here when you ready.” He leans down, pressing a kiss to her neck, then her jaw and lastly her cheek before turning around and walking out.

Jasmine lets out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in. She didn’t know how much longer she could continue to act like she wasn’t craving him. Like she didn’t miss his presence, his kisses, his touch, scent, all of it. She’d crawl to that man if that’s what he wanted but she knew better. He didn’t deserve to be forgiven. Not now at least. She was still hurting.

The next day went by in a blur and now Jasmine was getting out of an uber and walking to Sammies backyard. She was fashionably late, walking in with a bottle of patron in one hand and her Louis Vuitton purse in the other.

As soon as she made it to the back, it was like Stack had sensed her. He quickly turned his head toward the entrance and immediately his jaw tightened.

“God dayum.” Sammie whispered as his eyes followed Stacks.

Jasmine walked in wearing a denim open back romper that was a little too short for Stacks liking but that hugged her body tight, her ass spilling out the bottom and her boobs were sitting up and at attention. She had on brown Louis Vuitton kitten heels that matched her purse and her curls spilled down her back, cascading a honey blonde glow.

Her skin was shiny with body oil and glitter and her face was beat to perfection. From her smile you could see the gold grills that sat on her teeth, along with her smiley and snake eyes piercing.

Her lashes were a fresh, wispy cat eye set and her nails were short and French, matching her toes. Her rings, earrings and necklaces were all gold and if you looked down at her feet, her anklet that had her initials on it, was gold as well.

She looked good and she knew it too.

Stack punches Sammie on his arm. “Watch ya mouth.”

“My fault bro, damn.” He rubs his arm in annoyance and Smoke tries his hardest not to laugh.

All eyes were on Jasmine as she walked through the crowd and towards her friends. As soon as they saw her, shots and drinks were being downed left and right.

Now tipsy, Jasmine and the girls made their way to where everybody was dancing. ‘Ring Finger’ by Lady Lava started playing and Jasmine lost it.

“AYYY!” She screamed as she whined her waist. She shook her ass as a man got behind her, gripping her like she was his.

Stack narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene unfold, his blood starting to boil.

The man lightly tapped Jasmine’s ass as she continued to dance on him and that was the final straw for Elias.

“Aight” He mumbled as he reached for his gun.

“Ay, you ain’t gotta do that. You ain’t gotta do that.” Sammie stood, trying to hold the brute back. Smoke quickly followed, attempting to take the gun from his brother.

“Relax man. Relax.”

Stack felt his whole body shake in anger as he gripped the gun tightly in his hand.

“Ima go talk to her man. Chill out. Sammie, watch him.”

Sammie gulps as his eyes shift from the woman who was completely oblivious to the massacre she’s about to cause, back to the man who looked like he was 0.2 seconds away from showing just how good he is with a gun.

“Yo. Let me talk to you.” Smoke gripped Jasmine’s arm and pulled her away from the confused and almost dead man.

“Whaaaattt?” She whined in annoyance.

“Let me ask you sum. You tryna be responsible for the reason someone dies tonight?”

With furrowed eyebrows, Jasmine shifted on her legs, her heels slightly digging into her feet. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Stack was about to become real trigger happy.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes in annoyance. “I don’t know why, we’re not together anymore.”

Smoke sucked his teeth. “You know how he is about you Jas, don’t act like that.”

“I don’t care. He should’ve never-”

“Never what? Cause if you’re insinuating he did anything in Miami, I can tell you right now he didn’t and you know I don’t lie. I don’t care to spare anyone’s feelings.”

Jasmine looked down at her toes, sighing slowly as she turns her head slightly to look at Stack who was currently sat watching her. Leg shaking, gun placed on his lap, hands crossed on his stomach and a blunt hanging loosely in between his lips.

“Now. I actually want to enjoy myself tonight so please don’t make me have to choose my brother’s side and shoot some random nigga. Okay ? Okay.” He walked away from her and Jasmine groaned slightly before doing the walk of shame back to her girls who had gone back to their little section.

“Bitch did you just get scolded by Smoke?” Mary snorted and Annie tried to hide her laugh behind her hand.

“Ha. Ha. So funny. I fucking hate the both of them.” Jasmine poured herself a shot and quickly downed it, crossing her arms in annoyance.

“Aw babe, I’m sure Smoke was just trying to-” Annies words get cut short as Stack walks up to Jasmine. The anger clearly radiating off of his body.

He tapped her shoulder once. “Come on.”

“Why would I go anywhere with you?” Pearline sucked in a breath as she watched the two. She had figured this was going to happen. All the girls did. Stack didn’t care about anything else when it came to Jasmine.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time…” He stepped close enough to where his chest touched her arm. “I said. Come on.”

Jasmine knew she wasn’t going to win this battle, so with another roll of her eyes, she followed after Stack.

The two of them sat in Stacks car that was parked behind the house, they were close enough to where they could hear the music but tucked away in the dark where nobody could see them.

Jasmine looked out the tinted window even though she couldn’t see anything. It was pitch black outside.

Stack stared at her.

Neither of them had said a word.

That was until.

“Do I play with you Jasmine?”

Full use of her first name meant that he clearly wasn’t fucking with her. Her stomach dropped as she saw the look on his face.

On one hand she felt like maybe she might’ve pushed him a little too far, she knew that she was doing, she knew he was watching. On the other hand was the picture her friends sent her of him and the girl in Miami.

And that hand, always won.

“Stack please don’t st-”

“Jasmine, do I play with you?”

“We’re fully broken u-”

“Answer my question.”

“I don’t have to ans-”

“Do. I. Fucking. Play. With. You.” Jasmine nervously played with her fingers, he was pissed. His breathing was loud and heavy like he was trying to calm himself down but wasn’t succeeding.

“No.” She replied softly.

“So why tf are you acting like I do?” Her heart beat loudly in her chest. She felt anxious and yet a familiar heat spread through her body. As much as she hates to admit it, she liked seeing him like this.

“What? You mute now?” He leaned in closer to her, so close that she could smell the musk of his cologne. It was intoxicating. She felt dizzy.

It didn’t help that the liquor was kicking in and in full force. She wasn’t drunk.

She was tipsy, which somehow was worse.

“It was just a dance Elias.”

“It could’ve been a fucking handshake for all I care. Nobody and I mean nobody, touches what’s mine like that. You hear me?”

Unfortunately Jasmine had heard him, loud and clear and unfortunately because she was blessed with the gift of hearing, the throbbing in between her legs was getting worse by the second.

“Do you know how close I was to killing that nigga? Hm? You almost got somebody sent home in a bodybag baby.” He teased as he ran the pads of his fingers up and down her exposed thigh.

“I’m not yours anymore. You know this so I don’t know why you’re acting crazy.”

Stack smirks and shakes his head, gently gripping her thigh. “Let’s act like we got some sense Jasmine, okay?”

“You’re fucking insane. I’m sick of this shit.” She went to go open the car door but was pulled back as Stack grabbed her full body and sat her on his lap.

“Chill tf out.”

“Let me go” She tried to off of him but Stack grabbed her hands and put them behind her back, holding them there so that she wouldn’t move.

“You know what I think is so funny Jasmine? Is how you think I don’t know you.” He leaned in placing a kiss to her neck. His warm tongue sticks out of his mouth as he trails it down to her collarbone.

“You sitting here all pretty, tryna act like you sick of my shit. Like you don’t want me.” Stack maneuvers so that he could grip her arms with one hand while the other trailed up her back, slowly.

“But I think you’re forgetting that I know you like the back of my hand baby and I know for a fucking fact that me acting crazy over you got that fat pussy nice and wet for me.”

Jasmine’s breath hitched and a shiver runs down her spine as Stack slowly moves his free hand to wrap around her neck. He pulled her so that their lips were barely touching and a small whimper is heard throughout the car.

Elias slightly chuckles, “Yeah, I know princess. You just want daddy to take care of you.” He bites her bottom lip before letting it go. “Isn’t that right baby?”

Jasmine was loosing it. Her mind foggy from lust. She was horny. So horny she couldn’t think straight, let alone clearly.

“Yes daddy.” She whined.

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ceceslanddd · 7 days ago

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creeping in the light

It’s been decades since Elias has seen the sun, felt the warmth of the light. He meets Angeline, a woman whose aura sounds like the soothing lulling sounds of the moon. New in town she radiates light and everyone wants a piece. their isn’t a certain time period but it’s modern

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ceceslanddd · 7 days ago

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WELCOME TO WONDERLAND

where we love intensely

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ceceslanddd · 26 days ago

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Dear Angela

ꨄ Apryl finally meets the man of her dreams, and he’s everything she could ever want. Except hers, she’s over the going missing without contact for days the random pops ups and fucking her back into his arms only to leave again eventually. She’s sick of it and it’s now or never.

Modern!au Elijah“smoke” Moore

I hope y’all like it I’m kinda nervous P.S PLAY THE SONG AS YOU START READING. Like, comment, feedback welcome

Another night, in the same bed, with the worst man Angela had ever met. In all her twenty-four years, she had never felt anything close to hatred, no, not this strong. Daddy was right, life isn’t fair. My mind shouldn’t be this heavy. He’s just scrambled my brains whilst chilling my body with the sweetest words to have ever been strung in a sentence.

As I lay on my back, Elias somewhere else for the moment, like always. Maybe it’s the dreams I’ve dreamt the longest that keep my mind dócil. Maybe six years ago I would’ve had the sense to die where I stand, with meaning. She would’ve never accepted this.

I won’t.

His footsteps slipped behind my thoughts. I barely felt his gentlest hands to be rid of any trace of us. It would bring a smile to the devil’s lips, such a lie. I’ve imagined what our children look like. Whose smile would go to who. Who would look most alike the other. A cruel morning sometime last week, I had a dream I’d given life to beautiful children. That same morning’s feel washed over again as I woke, reaching for my babies, for my husband.

The one I’d never get to have. No, I could.

“Why are you making that face?” he spoke, breaking my barrier between mind and reality. His accent deep, almost as deep as his beautiful dimples, as he pondered with a raised brow.

The moonlight hitting my face. My eyes were sure to well with tears, but that’s just who I am. The way Father God made me.

That was the night I’d last prayed to Him. I’ll apologize later. My gown pooling over where my knees and calves meet as I kneeled. Eyes squished as tight as they could be without causing those little floaty things that seemed to be falling with beautiful color.

“Oh Father God, please tell me where my babies are.

Oh Father, I felt you in my heart when he and I are near.

Dear Father, why must my tribulations be so plentiful, shedding my being as your plan carries out.

I love him, but I owe myself a deed.”

The floor was an unforgiving place.

“Baby!” He was suddenly sitting in front of me, gripping my hands. I couldn’t help but angle my head to match my confusion.

Just humming in response, looking down at our hands. His hands. His strong arms, the ones I know were more than responsible for the pain of a few people. The arms I wanted nothing more than to climb in, climb on, and under. Letting go of my hands and turning me to face him.

“Are you okay, baby?” A ping in my chest hit me. The concern in his voice hit me. The small cracking in his voice. The way the moonlight hits his eyes. His gaze is evermore of a child’s inner sparkle.

“Am I ever going to be your girlfriend?” A telling silence as his features twitched, reaching for me before pulling back a little.

“Am I ever going to be your wife?” I puzzled.

“The mother of your children?” I contained myself once more before I started to feel the tears.

“Your anything?” I paused, gasping as I started to grasp myself, who I was and how I failed myself. I thought I would never, ever ask any man these questions. I was always my mother’s biggest critic when it came to this kind of thing. Older folk don’t have sayings for nothing, and I didn’t understand how it could possibly get to that point until it was me.

A rite of passage, if I’m taking accountability.

The pain of not knowing, and feeling your heart further away than you ever imagined.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, his hand releasing my chin and grabbing into me. Standing up, knowing he’d follow me into his doom if I walked far enough. I didn’t want him to chase me or to prove his loyalty. I wanted the grandest prize of them all, him.

“Doing what?”

“Crying, please stop, you know how I hate when you cry,” he pleaded from behind me as I faced the wall.

“Then answer my question so you don’t have to see it. I don’t mean to cause a scene or to cry, but I need to know,” I gritted. If I saw him now, in his broad glory, knowing he was only clad in his boxer shorts.

“I love you, Angela!” He crept, trying to sway me.

“Stop it! Answer me!”

“You know I can’t.” He let go, placing his head on the back of my head, back to chest. His arms finally encasing me.

It felt so good. Like a little girl’s first bedtime dream about her prince.

“Why?” I cried harder now. My eyes were clouded, and my heart heavy as I cried into what I saw, darkness. My eyes were sure to be puffy, my face red. I was most beautiful that way. My momma said.

“What good am I as a husband, as a fiancé, or a boyfriend if I can’t give you what you want the most? Myself. Angel, I couldn’t burden you like that.” I knew from how deep his face was in my hair that he was crying.

“You as you are is all I want. I don’t want anything else.” He quickly turned me around.

“But you deserve better.” He slightly raised his voice. He marched over to his bedroom closet where I knew his safe was. He stood broad when he came back, two thick stacks of blues in his shaky hands.

“Here, Angela, take it,” he held it out to me. My jaw dropped. I knew he had money, but to have so much he’d blow it on something that wouldn’t happen. He wanted me to go.

He was letting me go. He thought I’d take the money. He wouldn’t know me at all to think I’d run away with full pockets.

“I’m not going anywhere. I just want to love you,” I said, reaching for his wrists, to pull him close to me. He stepped back, dropping the money on the bed.

“At least leave here with something,” he said before leaving. “I’m sorry, Angela, that your dreams won’t come true. Not with me. I do love you, I just, I couldn’t do that. I’ve known nothing but violence and hustling, and it’s all I’ve got left. Because of the choices that I’ve made, I don’t deserve a reward, after all that I’ve let the darkness do with everyone behind.”

He paused, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

“It wouldn’t be fair. I wasn’t capable then, and I’m probably not now,” he finished, kissing me gently. I felt his tears hit my chest as he grabbed his keys and left.

“What did you lose that was so precious? You can tell me all about it, and I’ll try to understand. We can still be together,” I said, hoping he stalled for a moment to listen.

I would’ve never understood an ache like that. How much I missed that last breath I took before my entire heart broke, and all I would continue to do is gasp for air in between the light and dark of blinking away tears.

You never truly understand until it happens to you.

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Dear Angela

Modern!au Elijah“smoke” Moore

I hope y’all like it I’m kinda nervous P.S PLAY THE SONG AS YOU START READING. Like, comment, feedback welcome

I won’t.

The one I’d never get to have. No, I could.

“Why are you making that face?” he spoke, breaking my barrier between mind and reality. His accent deep, almost as deep as his beautiful dimples, as he pondered with a raised brow.

The moonlight hitting my face. My eyes were sure to well with tears, but that’s just who I am. The way Father God made me.

“Oh Father God, please tell me where my babies are.

Oh Father, I felt you in my heart when he and I are near.

Dear Father, why must my tribulations be so plentiful, shedding my being as your plan carries out.

I love him, but I owe myself a deed.”

The floor was an unforgiving place.

“Baby!” He was suddenly sitting in front of me, gripping my hands. I couldn’t help but angle my head to match my confusion.

“Am I ever going to be your girlfriend?” A telling silence as his features twitched, reaching for me before pulling back a little.

“Am I ever going to be your wife?” I puzzled.

“The mother of your children?” I contained myself once more before I started to feel the tears.

A rite of passage, if I’m taking accountability.

The pain of not knowing, and feeling your heart further away than you ever imagined.

“Doing what?”

“Crying, please stop, you know how I hate when you cry,” he pleaded from behind me as I faced the wall.

“I love you, Angela!” He crept, trying to sway me.

“Stop it! Answer me!”

“You know I can’t.” He let go, placing his head on the back of my head, back to chest. His arms finally encasing me.

It felt so good. Like a little girl’s first bedtime dream about her prince.

“Why?” I cried harder now. My eyes were clouded, and my heart heavy as I cried into what I saw, darkness. My eyes were sure to be puffy, my face red. I was most beautiful that way. My momma said.

“You as you are is all I want. I don’t want anything else.” He quickly turned me around.

“Here, Angela, take it,” he held it out to me. My jaw dropped. I knew he had money, but to have so much he’d blow it on something that wouldn’t happen. He wanted me to go.

He was letting me go. He thought I’d take the money. He wouldn’t know me at all to think I’d run away with full pockets.

“I’m not going anywhere. I just want to love you,” I said, reaching for his wrists, to pull him close to me. He stepped back, dropping the money on the bed.

He paused, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

“It wouldn’t be fair. I wasn’t capable then, and I’m probably not now,” he finished, kissing me gently. I felt his tears hit my chest as he grabbed his keys and left.

“What did you lose that was so precious? You can tell me all about it, and I’ll try to understand. We can still be together,” I said, hoping he stalled for a moment to listen.

You never truly understand until it happens to you.

#elias stack moore x reader #elijah smokes x black!oc #sinners #sinners x oc #sinners x reader #Spotify

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ceceslanddd · 26 days ago

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New Smoke fic coming sooon

#black reader #elijah smokes x black!oc #smoke moore #sinners #sinners x reader #sinners x oc #elijah smoke moore #elias stack moore x reader

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ceceslanddd · 2 months ago

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Formally known as Living

Lorena and Joshua have a unspoken bond, but when Lorena re-evaluates their agreement. She wants more and she wants more with Josh. Joshua is thriving and doesn’t want anything to change.

Will Lorena cave and give up her dreams just to be with Josh?

Will Josh cave in and give Lorena what she wants?

They both know the answer but still fight, she knows he’s Mr.wrong but when they get along they get along so good.

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More coming sooonnn

Starring Lorena Mitchel 28, “The lover girl”

Joshua Fatu 37, “Mr.wrong”

Jordan Calloway, 33 “Mr.Calloway”

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ceceslanddd · 2 months ago

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Me and Mr.Wrong

The calm up and down of your breathing, the only calm thing in the room right now. Nerves. The clench of Josh’s hands as he sits at the edge of the couch. Maybe his hands were itching to touch her, maybe they were itching to pull himself up and out of the house altogether.

Up, down. Up, down.

She said in her head,the only voice she cared to hear right now. It felt like her arms were spreading the shakes everywhere. The hot, uncomfortable sticking to her like sweat.

Up, down. Up, down.

“Baby,” he called out, feeling her slip away all the friendliness he had liked so much about her was gone, toward him. She sat there in silence something she never did. This was a bad idea.

She sucked in a deep, sudden breath before she tried to open her mouth and say something. The dryness of her lips telling time on its own.

“It’s okay, Joshua,” she muttered before standing up. Him popping up right behind her—the heaviest weight that had been on his shoulders lifted, but then was replaced twice over. Dread.

No matter what she said, he knew this wasn’t okay. After such a long battle, after such a simple and perfect time. It had looked like their future.

Joshua would carry it around in his wallet if he could.

Hi hi everyone I’m potentially back and I will be continuing Me and Mr.Wrong but, I will be revamping it so that may take me a while but in my involuntary time way I realized I haven’t been the type of writer I want to be and in order to be that I need time so….

The updates will probably be very slow but that’s just because I care and there aren’t many people this update will be for but I digress.

I will also be writing for other people, I would love requests but that’s all for now thank you for reading. 💕

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ceceslanddd · 2 months ago

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Okay my phone is still in and out but it’s mostly out but I will get back to writing

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ceceslanddd · 2 months ago

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Nvm yall im going back out

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ceceslanddd · 2 months ago

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Omfgggg tumblr guess who’s phone came back onnnnnn

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ceceslanddd · 3 months ago

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Ony and Anjelica make filthy, sloppy, passionate love.

Warning you may need to change your panties(if I do say so myself)

Intro to Physics was so boring. It felt like high school, the hour and a half class started to feel like a full school day. I could barely keep my eyes open using my balled up fist as a pillow against my cheek as I dozed off again.

“Excuse me Miss Richard’s can you please tell me one of newtons laws?” Mr. Brown quizzed.

Quickly sitting up flipping through my notes as the question repeats in my head. I feel like he makes the lessons boring as fuck on purpose so he can do things like this.

A little under instantly I recited “The force acting on an object is equal to the mass of that object times its acceleration. F=m, Newton’s second law.” Looking at the old man who just quietly nodding a me lazily before going back to the lesson.

Stepping outside again back into the warmth felt amazing. Linking up with my friends James, Nora, and Londyn.

“I want some chipotle” Nora whined as we walked down the stone brick pathways on the way to drop James off to his dorm apartment.

“It’s James’ turn to pick.” I reminded going through my emails. “Fuck” I accidentally said out loud.

“What?” Londyn asked

“The salón is infested with termites so Mitch is shutting everything down for at least a week for fumigations.” I did not bust my ass getting my license just to have it sit in the frame.

“Damn but speaking of the salon and stuff my homebody Ony, he needs his locs done and stuff.” He rattled off as we approached his building.

“How you a boy and don’t know about loc’s?” Nora laughed.

Smacking his teeth “Cause what glorila said ima black ass nigga with waves.” He remixed.

“And a mixer with hella ugly.” She fired back Nora and James doesn’t know it but we all know they’re fucking on the low.

“I wasn’t even talking to you, sis you gon take care of my boy?” He asked causing Londyn to snort.

“She gone take real good care of him.” She dragged.

“Awe hell this sound messy let me gon head and go in the house and we’re eating tacos tonight.” He said going into house.

“Wait you know Ony?” Nora asked

“She more than knows him remember last year when Ony got into it with that boy on the field? That was because our sis got some good cootie cat.” Smacking my teeth at her.

“We were together in high school. We broke up when we got to collage, and then we broke up again year before last and Ony having a short temper don’t got nothing to do with me.” I finished explaining our history.

“Damn so you retwisting his hair?” Nora asked

Shrugging “I mean money is money.”

“Plus it’s Ony and maybe even some dick. . . Okay bye now” she slickly said before going into her apartment leaving just me and Nora.

“Don’t worry I won’t be in the way I too have a d appointment.” She said trying to be vague.

“It’s not a d appointment and we already knew what you were doing tonight. The same thing you’ve done four Friday’s and Wednesday’s in a row.” I teased as we walking into our apartment.

“He he ha ha worry about Ony and when he coming over here.” She said going down the hallway into her room to get ready I’m assuming.

Going into my bathroom getting my shine and jam, hair clips, ratail comb and everything to wash a detox his hair. Maybe five minutes went by before I heard a knock on the door.

Trotting over and opening the door stood Ony in all his tattooed six foot two glory holding two drink and a chic fil a bag.

“You remembered I always get- the 12 count nuggets with the fries, two Polynesian sauce and a lemonade. I know pretty.” He ran down my order walking past me into the house.

Sitting on the couch eating my food before realizing Ony didn’t have anything.

“Wheres your food?” I asked maybe it was just me but I always had a thing for eating in front of someone it felt rude.

“I’m cutting right now.” He said “eat your food.”

“Have just one please you know how I feel about eating in-front of people.” I said holding out one of the dipped nuggets for him to take.

He leaned over and ate the nugget out of my hand. I’m not going to lie I was stuck.

He gave me a half smile before leaning back over and watching the Rick and Morty I had on the tv.

Finishing my food I rinsed ony’s hair and let some stuff sit to get the products and dirt out. Standing over his form rinsing his hair when I felt his right arm wrap around my waist.

Putting my front back on as I continued to wash his hair. After his hair was dried and cleaned I started twisting his hair. Feeling him shift in the hair I stopped.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah just a little uncomfortable.”

“Oh well you can get another chair and take a little break?” I asked

“Nah hold up” he said he stood up leaving the room before coming back with my pink desk chair. He brought it to the living room and sat in front of it on the floor.

“Ony what are you doing?” I asked looking at him as he shrugged before turning back to the tv.

“Waiting for you to finish my hair” he said casually.

Fine if he wanted to get his hair done in the floor than okay.

Continuing like normal I found my rhythm knocking two of the four sections out easy. Turning his head so I could do the front left leaving his head against my knee and inner thigh.

I felt him start to rub in my thigh sending shockwaves to my pussy.

Rushing to finish the section whilst still being neat I turned his head to the other side of my leg. I tried to ignore the way his hand rubbed in circles gently. Making my clit throb.

Finishing his hair a stood up trying to go change my panties before he noticed.

“Where you going?” He said looking at me with those soft hazel eyes he looked so handsome.

“To bed?” I rushed out trying to step away again but he held his grip on my hand. He turned me to him on we were face to face, chest to chest.

“You really don’t miss me ma?” He said looking down at me his voice soft like it always was when he looked at me like this.

“How you figure that?” I asked getting sucked into his eyes.

“You rushing and you barely talking to me. What’s wrong?” I asked pulling me into a hug his lips against my ears as he rubbed on my butt.

Melting into him

“Nothing I just don’t want to get caught up into you again?” I said truthfully

“Why?”

“I get caught up into you so bad. And you abuse it”

“How?”

“You do everything right in the beginning but then you fall off, stoop showing your care stay out longer without saying anything. Just being careless.”

“I’m sorry baby, you just full of so much love I get scared and fucked up about you. Give me another chance i promise I’ll do right by you baby!” He said taking his head from my neck and looking me deep in the eyes.

He stared kissing on my face trailing down my neck. One, two, three wet kisses on my neck.

Licking my sweet spot just below the underside of my jaw biting my lips to keep from moaning out loud.

“Tell me” peck “to stop” peck peck “and I’ll stop” he said.

Moving my hand around his neck titling my head to give me better access.

Grabbing two handfuls of my ass he stuck his hands in my shorts playing with the thing sting on my thong. His big hands trailing down my skin all the way to my pussy he grazed my clit with his thumb, going in between my leg with the rest of his other fingers feeling my wetness.

“You missed daddy, baby?” He softly asked pecking me on the lips. I nodded.

“Use your voice!”

“I missed you Ony” I moaned out before helping as Ony picked me up and carried me to my room. Making quick work of my clothes I was face down ass up with Ony holding my hands behind my back.

His tongue, flat and wet as he licked in between my lips quickly finding my clit.

“Oh fuck” using our connecting hands that sat on my ass he bounced my pussy deeper on his tongue and locking me into place. He knew my body like the back of his hand the fierce wet licks easily making me cum.

“Oh-h papa I’m finna cum.” I cried out trying to crawl up the bed.

“Naw, take this shit! Cum on daddy face.” He said slurping me harder feeling the ballon in my belly get bigger and bigger as my orgasm got more intense.

“Just like that, good girl.” He praised as I squirted on his face. “Keep riding my face! Getcho nut princess.” I swirled my hips riding his mouth.

“I’m cumming” I chanted as my eyes rolled hard back into my head.

“Stay just like that!” He said as I came down from my orgasm, feeling Ony’s heavy dick tap on my ass.

“I missed your pussy so much baby” Ony slurred a little. taking his dick and tapping it on my clit before putting it in.

My eyes instantly rolled in the back of my head as he filled up me slowly going in and out of me. moaning I put my hand over my mouth.

“Uht-uh I needs hear that” he said smacking my ass a gasp escaping my mouth moaning as he started to speed up. Crawling down the bed pushing myself onto onys pelvis.

“N-need some more papa” I moaned

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I didn’t finish this my phone broke it was a whole thing but anyhow I will try to be more active I love yalll 🪼

#Spotify #Ony #onyankopon x black reader smut #ony x black reader #attack on titan #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x black reader #black reader smut #aot x black reader

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ceceslanddd · 3 months ago

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Me and Mr.Wrong 04

Jey needs answers

Warnings: cursing, choking(consent is implied), arguing, usual wrestling violence.

Catch up

Who the fuck did she have in here?

The cooling air, the warm arms and blankets around me. Turning over nuzzling deeper into Jordan’s neck closing my heavy eyes again before I felt the covers being yanked off.

“What the- what Lorena?” My eyes shot open sleepiness long gone.

He was dressed in a black nike tech and some matching forces.

“Aye who is this?” He hollered slightly startling me quickly finding my robe, thankfully I wasn’t naked.

“Joshua come here.” I said trying to drag him by his arms outside of the room before he woke my neighbors and Jordan. I was already feeling dizzy and a little sick lately I didn’t need a headache on top of that.

“Lorena why you playing with me? Huh you tryna save his ass?” He yelled yanking his arm away from me. Quickly running behind him back to my room as he walked over to Jordan smacking him in the face a few times.

“Wakey wakey it’s time to check your ass out!”

“Joshua your being ridiculous, stop!” I tried Jordan woke up as the feeling, quickly waking up and getting on ten before realizing who it was.

“Oh you must be Joshua, Rena Ima head you and let you handle this. Call me.” He said putting on his pants calmly and kissed me on my forehead before leaving.

It was maybe five- thirty in the moraning hiding from how the sun had just started to peak over into the windows of my high rise.

“How did you even get in here?” I asked turning the lights on doing my morning routine as if he wasn’t there and this wasn’t happening.

“Who is he and why was he here Lorena? You lucky I got some sense and didn’t stick my foot in his ass.” He said following behind me.

“Josh- don’t Josh me shit I need an answer and now!”

“His name is Jordan I’ve known him since high school and collage.” I answered. There wasn’t anyway around this.

“Why was he here? Did yall fuck?” He asked next pacing the island of my kitchen.

“Yeah” I shrugged. Why does he care? Hearing him smack is teeth and mumble what I just know he didn’t say. “What’d you say, Samuel?”

“You just fucking anybody huh?” He looked me up and down and this is where he had me fucked up.

“Oh I fuck one person someone I’ve known since forever and I fuck everybody! I know Mr.community dick ain’t talking, like you didn’t fuck Jaida and Gianna! You think you slick like California hair and you not!” Not only did he invite himself in here. He now has the gual to try and call me something.

Please, he needs to find something safe to do!

“Yeah you didn’t think I knew but my duck ass went after the club to see you to apologize but miss thang opened the door and there you were buck naked and slumped.” I said bumping past him to sit on the couch. Clicking through my fire tv looking for something to watch.

Today was my off day and he wasn’t about to ruin my self-care day.

“You keep walking away from me like I don’t show you something for playing with me” he followed me once again snatching the remote out of my hand. “So this what we doing we on some get back shit?” Huffing.

“No, we’re not Jordan and I went on a date we had an amazing time and it led to it. You can do whatever but the second I do something I’m easy? Man bye.”

If he wasn’t going to commit fine. He’s more than grown enough but I’m not holding myself back waiting for him. Yes I loved him but I refused to beg- let alone wait for a man to love me.

“What you bringing them up for that’s petty! You just mad it was them and not your ass!”

“Let it be them then. But you can get the fuck out. Both out of my face and my house.” Walking over to my call button I waited for him to refuse.

“Stop playing with me Lorena Alice Mitchel.” He stormed over putting his left hand around my throat lightly. He would never hurt me and I knew that but I couldn’t lie and say the pressure didn’t have my panties soaked.

“Get out before I call security!” I barely got out. Trying to ignore how good his hand left around my neck. Ignore how primal his eyes looked right I loved when he got like this. My heart was racing.

“Alright you’re gonna be back like you always are. You pretend done and entertain some other dude,but the second you see me with someone. You get jealous cause a scene and then we go home. Ima let you think you doing something.” He said letting go and leaving.

Tonight was my qualifiers match for the chamber. I was facing bayley. This was a very big match for me it was potentially my fifth title opportunity. Sitting in hair and makeup next to bayley we’d just got done practicing for our match tonight.

“I’m so excited.” I clapped as I was getting my hair curled.

“I’m so happy for you finally get your push. There is nothing like your first clear road to a championship. Plus the people love you and are rooting for you tonight.” She said getting her lashes put on.

“Right sis but on other news, word around the locker rooms is that you and Jey broke up.” Jessica aka Tiffany Stratton said. Cutting my eyes to her before I laughed.

“We’d have to be together to break up.” I kept it cute.

“That’s now what they saying. They’re saying Jey brought some girl to his hotel after the after party.” She continued I could feel her looking for a reaction out of me which I wasn’t going to give her.

Lifting my chain clad arm I shrugged before turning into the mirror to look at my hair. Layla has been a wwe stylist for about seven months and we’d gotten close. She was one of the few people I trusted to do my hair especially after how the barbers had the boys looking especially Josh and that country ass hair cut.

It looked like a five year old tried to draw a design on the side of his head with a sharpie. But that wasn’t my business.

“She being all types of nosy.” Layla said from behind me combing through my hair.

“Right, but wasn’t much to tell and especially not to her.” I said bending down as she put in my gold crescent moon headpiece.

I was covered in gold chains long my shorts and my bralette cut top. I had an enchantress ring persona like off of suicide squad but in gold instead of silver. I looked like a sun goddess.

I had a quiet but intimidating persona, so whenever I did get on the mic for a promo weather I said two words or had a whole spiel they went crazy for it. I had been called up from aew within a year and a half I was a two time champion and well known in the kind of underground company and by my fourth year I was called up to the big leagues.

It was hard my first year here. Not because the people didn’t like me but because my co-workers didn’t. They didn’t know much about my background and didn’t care to learn so they just assumed I was some easy call up that would burn out. They felt like I hadn’t worked hard enough to sit with them.

And me not giving a damn to get their approval didn’t help much and I was quickly stamped. It wasn’t until Bianca got called up and Gianna or liv Morgan came back that I had any friends. And then trinity and Layla.

Getting to the gorilla waiting for my music I bounced off the nerves. Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and tried to calm my nerves.

“You got this sis!” I heard John say tapping my arms.

“Thank you, but the nerves still get to me sometimes.” I said popping my eyes open.

“You’ll get used to it.” He said walking off but I hoped I never gotten used to it. That I never got to comfortable this business moved fast. As John said ‘you either step up or step aside’ I had worked so hard to be here and I’ll be mad if I get this far and get comfortable. Hearing my music I walked through the curtain.

“There she is folks the enchantress his here in Toronto.” Micheal Cole commentated.

“She is my person favorite to not only with elimination chamber and the gold but my favorite period. I watched her at aew and I still can’t take my eyes off of her and if bayleys still smart she won’t either!” McFee said.

“I agree Pat she’s fast, like nothing I’ve ever seen before and she ring aware two very important qualities.” Cole responded.

“Starting this match off we have a bit of a stare down.” He continued

“Her eyes trap your soul.” Pat said

“Off to a slow start as Aalice and bayley lock up. What do you think leads ladies need to do to leave victorious?” Cole asked pat.

“Bayley needs to remain calm and to control the pace aalice is very fast and trying to be faster is near impossible. As long as aalice controls the pace she’s a given to win Cole. Bayley need to keep this as slow as possible”

“And woah a huge close line from bayley as she goes for a pin- kick out at one.”

“We’ll be back after this commercial break.”

“During the break it has been all aalice she is dominating bayley in a way that I have never before just as expected she even in such a fast pace still very precise.” Cole said

“Bayley made the mistake of speeding up the pace coming off the ropes aalice hit her with a gobsmacking right hand.” Pat relayed.

“Boom a bayley to belly she may do it here Pat.”

“One, two- kick out at two.” Cole counted out.

“The back and fourth is starting again bayley is in control she needs to be careful.” He added.

“Oh my god future shock ddt- future shock ddt!” Pat yelled.

“She’s going to do it. She’s going to do it.”

“One! Two! Three! The enchantress is going to the elimination chamber!” Cole cheered.

“Shes my pick to win this whole thing!” Pat added.

Thank you for reading!

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WHITE TEE • 2

summary: yall just landed in Vegas heading towards yall hotel room and Jey wanted to see how good Normani looked in glass window to get a better view right?

warnings contain: unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, BDSM, choking, hair-pulling, oral(m receiving) Basically giving 365 days 😭😭 and fluff at the end :)

word count: 3.2k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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In just a few moments of relishing the luxurious hotel room, Jey's gaze fell upon the Wrestlemania cake elegantly displayed on the table, accompanied by strawberries draped in white chocolate. Without hesitation, he lifted Normani by her thighs, as if releasing a pent-up energy that had been waiting to burst forth.

In a fervent frenzy, they collided with their surroundings, tearing at each other's garments as if this moment had been long anticipated, particularly for him. With his significant night approaching on Saturday, it was essential for him to release all that pent-up energy beforehand.

Normani knelt before him, adorned with a collar, as he grasped the leash, drawing her closer. Their lips met in a fervent embrace, a kiss that was both languid and tinged with a hint of intensity, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. From the moment they first crossed paths in Atlanta and shared that unforgettable date, the dynamics of their relationship transformed dramatically and swiftly.

Delving into one another's desires and preferences, both the likes and dislikes, the intimacy was nothing short of exceptional. Normani often found herself struggling to keep pace with him during their passionate encounters.

Jey had pulled away from the kiss staring deeply into her eyes as she smiled at him innocently like a little puppy obeying its owner—she opened her mouth sticking her tongue out as he tapped his dick on her tongue. “So nasty, baby keep that mouth open fo’ me.” She obeyed him keeping her mouth open as he sticked his dick inside of her mouth feeling the tip hitting the back of her throat causing her to gag.

He pulled back gazing down at her, “Relax yo’ throat fo’ me baby,” As he began to move in and out of her mouth, observing her ability to take him fully into her throat, she followed his guidance and eased her throat.

Normani kept her eyes shut, avoiding the urge to look at him as he continued to push deeper into her mouth, prompting him to clutch her hair with increasing intensity. “Look up at me Mani, lemme’ see how good I’m fucking that pretty face of yours,” Her innocent gaze met his as she playfully swirled her tongue around the tip of his member.

“Mhmm, just like that mama. Taking me so well hm?” Normani formed her lips into an "o" as he continued to move rhythmically within her inviting mouth.

He delved deeper into her mouth, allowing drool to cascade from her lips to the floor, all while locking eyes with her. He sensed her cheeks sink in and her tongue explore him, prompting him to throw his head back in sheer ecstasy.

She took him in her mouth, feeling a mix of pleasure and discomfort. As he pressed deeper, she felt his balls brush against her chin, which helped her relax her throat and take him in even further.

The chamber resonated with his groans and coarse, profane language that spilled from his lips like that of a seasoned mariner.

"Such a delightful girl for me, darling. Are you going to savor this treat for daddy?" He let out a low grunt as Normani nodded in compliance.

He found a captivating rhythm as he continued to pleasure her throat, seeking his own ecstasy. The delightful sounds of her soft gurgles around him brought a satisfied smirk to his lips.

She inhaled deeply through her nose to regain her composure as Jey took her. With determination, she focused on relaxing her throat, aware that each involuntary contraction heightened his desire.

Nomani felt a rush of desire as he pressed against her throat, her body responding with warmth and need. Tears rolled down her face, and she could feel her drool trickling onto her chest.

He gazed at her with admiration, saying, "You're so beautiful, mama," as he felt a thrill inside her mouth.

He thrusts deeply, feeling his tension build as sweat drips down his face. Her throat becomes the perfect fit for him, enhancing his pleasure.

He thrust into her, driving himself deeper into her throat as he released his warmth, filling her completely. She swallowed every bit of it, and he let out a pleased moan.

He had removed himself from her throat, noticing the dried tears on her cheeks as she smiled at him with such innocence. He tugged on the leash while she was on all fours, resembling a dog, and led her to the sofa.

“Bend that ass over fo’ me Mani.” A rich, resonant voice reached her ears from behind as she gracefully arched her back, lowering herself until her abdomen made contact with the sofa.

Jey held her hips firmly, teasingly brushing the tip of his arousal against her slickness before plunging deeply into her, eliciting shared moans of ecstasy. With a swift tug on the leash, he drew her closer, thrusting powerfully from behind, prompting her to cry out his name in delight.

“Dadddy, ouuu. Daddy.” Normani moaned.

“Mhm, take this dick baby girl. take it.” Jey grunted, thrusting in and out of her gushy insides.

Jey playfully spanked her while keeping a firm grip on the leash, ensuring she stayed in place and didn’t fall onto the bed. He wanted her to arch her back beautifully. She was tightly gripping him, and her creamy essence covered him perfectly.

He enjoyed the way her cream covered him, prompting him to circle his thumb around her second hole before gently inserting it, gaining more control as she moaned in response to the sensation.

“Oh my godd, Jeyyyy.” She let out a soft whimper as Jey tugged on the leash, causing their bodies to bump together and resulting in another slap to her ass.

“Is that my name baby? Say it correctly.”

Normani gazed at him with innocent eyes, biting her lower lip. This made him lean in for a gentle kiss. As they moved together, her body pressed against his, the sound of their skin meeting echoed throughout the room.

“What’s my name baby?”

“Daddy.” She whispered softly only for him to pull the leash a little bit harder. “What was that mama? I didn’t hear you?” He pounded her in so deeply she was seeing stars at this point.

“Ohhh, Daddy!” Jey had a smirk on his face. “There she go baby girl. That’s right, say it again.” He held her chin gently, maintaining eye contact as his hand slid down to her intimate area, where he started to rub her clitoris, causing her to gasp.

Jey quickly rubbed her clit, noticing how she reacted to his touch as she tightened around him. She wanted to close her eyes but felt the need to keep them open, watching him get lost in the moment, his head thrown back in pleasure as he bit his lip.

Hearing her whines and moans fill up the room.

“I love youuu so muchhh.” Normani mewled out.

“I love you too mani, fuck this pussy is so good.” Jey growled. He was deep inside her, and she could no longer hold back, begging him for more.

Normani felt a tightness building in her stomach as she tapped on his thigh, urging him to let her climax. Her eyes were filled with desperation, resembling a pleading puppy. He was thrusting deeply inside her, withdrawing his thumb from her other entrance while gripping her hips. With his other hand, he rubbed her clitoris faster and faster.

“I can feel her baby, cum on my dick baby.” His soft whispers gave her chills.

She felt herself tightening around him as she let out a loud moan, her juices flowing and dripping down her leg. Her body shook, and she wanted to collapse onto the sofa, but she knew Jey wouldn’t allow it.

She felt drained and overwhelmed from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced. Wearily, she gazed into his eyes as he kissed her passionately, his movements stirring her sensitive body. His tongue explored her mouth, enjoying the flavor of her lips. He tugged at her bottom lip before diving back in, kissing her deeply like never before.

“D-daddy, please. I can’t take it.” She murmured between the kisses.

“Yes you can Mani, take this fucking dick like a big girl.” He murmured back.

He felt himself throbbing inside her, becoming lost in the moment, which made him roll his eyes back before he finally pulled away.

“Where you want this nut at baby?”

“Nut inside of me daddy.” He just needed to hear those words from her as he pressed down on the sofa, playfully pushing her face into the cushions.

“Fuckkkk!” He was determined to reach his climax and wasn't going to let anything or anyone, including her, distract him as he thrust into her. He had no interest in listening to anything else.

He let out a hiss of pleasure as he felt her warmth enveloping him deeply. He continued to thrust into her until she began to see stars, her mind becoming blissfully hazy in that moment.

He pressed her head down onto the sofa with his hand, rolling his eyes back as he felt a tightness in his body, clenching his thighs while he moved roughly with her.

“I can’t, I can’t. I fucking can’t Joshua.” She cried out earning a slap on her right ass cheek.

“Don’t tap out yet mama, fuck.” Jey exhaled as he observed her engorged pussy enveloping him completely.

His movements were intensifying her pleasure, leaving her feeling overwhelmed. With her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't do much, so she pushed her hips back to help him reach his peak.

He adjusted the leash to match her movements, creating a perfect rhythm as they both expressed their satisfaction with moans and groans.

“Just like that Mani, keep it going. Make daddy nut all in his pussy.” His praises were making her more wet than ever.

Normani sensed another orgasm approaching as she moved in circles around him, feeling the tip of his penis touch her cervix again. "Ohh, daddy… daddy…" she moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

He felt a familiar excitement as he looked down at the perfect sight of his girlfriend's backside bouncing against him. With one hand, he grabbed a handful of her curves and playfully gave it a slap.

“Gonna cum.”

“Fuck, Mani. Fuckk.”

Jey thrust into her one final time, blending his essence with hers as they both released a pleasurable moan. His warmth filled her deeply, and as he gradually withdrew, he spread her legs apart, watching his essence trickle from her.

He wasn't finished yet; he took off the collar from her neck, lifted her by her thighs, and carried her to the large window so everyone could see who she belonged to.

He swiftly picked her up by her thighs, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. To him, she felt almost weightless, especially as she watched his muscles flex with strength during the effortless lift.

The sharp contrast between the coldness on her shoulder blades and Jey’s intense warmth wrapping around her front sent a wave of shivers down her spine.

He changed his hold, his powerful hands cradling her form, gently parting her as he aligned himself at her entrance once more. "I'm going to show everyone who you belong to, mama."

She obeyed, crossing her ankles at the back of his waist while he pushed her against the glass window. Her fingers wove through his hair as she leaned in for a kiss.

He pressed into her softness and then entered her fully in a powerful motion. Normani bit his lower lip to stifle her cries, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely filled. The angle was firm—deeper than ever, touching parts of her that left her mind in a haze.

The damp radiance of her enthusiasm enveloped him with every motion, the gentle thump of her back against the glass window, their breaths intertwining and echoing in the shadows.

“I could never get enough of this Mani.” He growled softly, his movements firm as he pushed deeper into her.

Jey adjusted his hold on her thighs, his fingers pressing into her soft skin as he pushed her against glass window. He widened her legs, enabling him to penetrate deeper. With each upward movement, he pulled her down onto him, his fingers sinking into her gentle curves.

As he moved deeper, her warmth wrapped around him tighter, flowing down to where their bodies connected with each powerful thrust.

“O-oh f-fuck.” She inhaled sharply, her voice a faint whisper as she sighed. Her head gently leaned against the glass window with a soft thump, revealing the elegant curve of her neck to his eager lips.

He quickly found her pulse point, sucking with enough intensity to create a mark she would need to conceal the next day. His hips moved in a steady motion, the firm length of him gliding against her sensitive spot. With every pull back, her body clung to him, only to surrender completely as he thrust back in.

Their bodies were surrounded by her wetness, making each thrust smoother and enabling deeper penetration than ever.

He pressed closer, his voice deep and gravelly, almost a whisper as it tickled her ear. “So fucking pretty when I beat this pussy up?”

Her body reacted, pulling him in further with each movement. The pressure in her abdomen intensified, becoming more constricted with every thrust.

Jey continued, increasing his pace as he noticed her response. “My pretty little girl.” He said.

She eagerly embraced him, her toes beginning to uncurl. "Oh, fuck," she murmured softly, her thighs trembling as they clung to his waist. "I can't take this."

“Take this fucking dick.” He emitted a soft growl, his hands holding her tightly. “You’re doing good mamas, be a big girl for dad day and take this shit.”

He sped up, moving towards her with intense desire. The sound of their bodies meeting became increasingly loud and urgent. Normani pressed her face into his shoulder to stifle her cries, biting down on his skin.

As he persisted in his attack, Jey's hands pulled her cheeks wider apart and kneaded her ass. Because of the situation, she was totally vulnerable and at his mercy. She gasped as he pushed through her clenched hole after tracing the edge with one finger.

He whispered, "What a good girl you are for me," ss he noticed her facial expression through the light of the window.

She felt as if she were floating, her thoughts consumed by the intense emotions rushing within her.

With each thrust, the pleasure grew stronger as her clitoris pressed against his lower abdomen, creating just the right amount of friction that pushed her closer to orgasm.

"Hold onto me like that, Mani," he urged, his voice tense as he struggled to keep his composure. "Clench onto me some more, I need to feel all of that baby.”

She turned her face towards his lips, releasing a gentle moan as the first waves of her orgasm began to envelop her.

Jey was immersed in the sensations, his kiss becoming passionate and fervent as he sensed her grip tightening around him. "Mhmm," he murmured softly between kisses, "feel so good around me mani.”

His movements turned her body into a source of pleasure, driving her closer to ecstasy. Every muscle tightened, and every nerve tingled as she neared her climax. Jey became more frantic, his breath heavy and uneven against her skin.

Jey let out a quiet groan against Normani's lips, momentarily losing his rhythm as her body tightened around him. "I'm about to nut, oh shit. I'm about to nut."

His movements grew more frantic and intense. Normani held on tightly, her thoughts swirling with a blend of excitement and lightheadedness.

Before she could fully understand what he was saying, Jey placed a second finger alongside the first, intensifying the sensation. The combination of emotions—his powerful presence surrounding her while his fingers explored other areas—left her feeling overwhelmed and delightfully confused.

The combined feelings surged through her body, creating waves of pleasure. Her eyes closed, and her mouth parted in a silent gasp as the intensity of her orgasm overwhelmed her.

She released a deep moan as she hit her climax, enveloping him in her essence and making a delightful mess around them. A powerful wave of pleasure surged through her. The warm liquid trickled down his thighs, pooling on the wooden floor below. The strength of her orgasm caught them both off guard. “So nasty baby making a mess on me, I’m about to nut all in this pussy.”

"I want you to have my children, Mani." He breathed deeply against her neck, his voice tight as he struggled to keep his composure. "You want my children, Mani?"

She nodded her head looking at him, “yesss, fuck I want it daddy. I want it.”

Normani wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close. He breathed heavily against her neck, his movements becoming more urgent as she held him tight. She felt the warmth of his release inside her, along with a soft groan as his face pressed against her skin.

A wave of pleasure enveloped her, causing her thoughts to fade. In his embrace, her body trembled, each shiver creating waves within her, while Jey remained absorbed in the moment.

In a fleeting instant, they lingered in each other's embrace—her back against the cool glass window, her legs entwined around his waist, his face nestled in the delicate curve of her neck. Jey gradually pulled his fingers away from her back, his body still intimately near hers as he tenderly traced kisses along her jawline.

Jey's arm gently caressed her ear as he held her against the glass window, their bodies intertwined, shimmering with sweat and the traces of their mutual bliss. The atmosphere surrounding them was charged with the enduring fervor of their desire, tangible and undeniable.

He noticed the weariness etched on her features as he gently pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

“C’mon princess, let’s take a shower together and sleep in for a while before I leave to do these interviews.” Jey says as he carries her down towards the bathroom to take a shower together.

So much for trying out those strawberries covered with white chocolate over them.

fin🤍

a/n: ummm heyyy how yall doing? 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I just had to make a another one shot for white tee yk since it is Wrestlemania weekend 😩 I hope I didn’t have yall in a chokehold.

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