#stack moore smut

[cremeful]

thinking about how stack is so mean in bed :c .. how he just manhandles you so easily as if you’re made out of feathers, flipping you over on to your back and folding you into a mating press…

“oh look at you” he say it mockingly, you look absolutely wrecked, soft curls tossed, dark redish and purple bruises decorate your skin, drool smeared all over your mouth nd chin.. yet stack still thinks you look beautiful.

his cock bullies his way inside of you, you’re gripping on too his shoulders for dear life as if you could float away, tears staining your face, from the pure bliss. you start blabbing out incoherent thoughts but stack understand you better than yourself.

you’re to far gone and he just put his cock in you, it’s embarrassing to say the least. stack is a man that is there to give and you are there to take but something about this is different. he is taking everything from you and you are letting him.

he sits up on his knees, your legs now laying across his thighs, he leans down and kisses you. it’s sloppy and wet. his tongue slips into yours and your panting like a dog in heat, your hand on the back of his neck pulling him in to get even closer. he pulls away with a string of saliva following.

“such a nasty little thing. who taught you these things, huh?” he’s taunting you like he doesn’t know the answer, the first time you two had sex was your first time and he turned you out to say the least.

you say nothing, pushing your hips up for friction, a soft plead leaves your lips, he chuckles and pushes your hips down, “lets play a little game, called find the button.” his voice is sickening sweet yet he is doing things that shouldn’t sound remotely close to sweet. he watches as he slides into you, he can see you coat his length, he laughs to himself.

you try pushing at his stomach for him to let up but your weak temps barely break his focus. once he is fully inside of you, he slowly starts thrusting inside of you. you can feel him in your stomach, heart and soul. you try closing your legs but his grip is tight and wont allow you the mercy.

“no, its okay. you can take it, its all yours” he says it breathless. your squeezing around him so tightly that it makes him dizzy, his hand comes down to your stomach and presses down. you cry out, gripping the sheets “i cant i cant!” he just laughs, “i think i found it baby”

[prettyfilmz]

BACK OF THE CLUB • ELIAS S. MOORE

author's note: did this take me an entire month to finish and edit because I got hit with a major case of writer's block and had to drabble myself out of it? yes. but that's ok! it's been a minute since i've written something long so I hope y'all enjoy 🥹💗

synopsis: absence makes the heart grow fonder they say...when comes to elias and charlotte after 7 years of silence is the spark still there? or is this just a night of nostalgia?

pairing: elias 'stack' moore x black oc (charlotte belle)

warnings: 18+ (MDNI), modern au (set in the mid 1990s) some angsty themes, hints at religious trauma, flirty banter, established relationship, heartfelt confessions, closet sex, unprotected sex, lots of kissing, teasing, body worship, daddy kink, cunnilingus, hand job, missionary, sweet praise, clit play, riding, mating press, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, lots of dirty talk.

word count: 5.9k words

(songs to enhance your experience: back of the club - kwn , aeomg - coco jones)

Stack saw her before she saw him.

He always did.

Through a haze of liquor and bass speakers of the club him and Smoke recently purchased, where the air smelled of cologne, sweat, perfume, and marijuana, his eyes locked onto the silhouette near the back of the room. Poised, elegant, and haunting. 

His Lottie.

Her name had weight now. Charlotte Elise Belle : The world-renowned Poet. Her books blessed shelves across the world. Front page of Essence magazine, photographed on intimate balconies with timeless beauty and books that spoke like lullabies. Critics said her writing made people cry in languages they didn’t even know how to speak. That her words were soft, but heavy. Feminine, but untamed. Girls sent her letters about how her words healed wounds they didn’t know they carried.

He’d seen her on billboards with her face half turned, lips parted, a manicured nail poised beneath the title “Her Garden of Solitude” like she was about to silence the whole world with her pages. An NAACP Award nominee. Bestseller three times over. Her poems were everywhere now, whispered on lips that wondered who was the muse she scribbled with love, angst, and sultry incantations.

There was fire in her walk she shied away from seven years ago, confidence lining every step like she trained for the runway. Her once fidgety and buzzing nature bloomed into aura that was enchanting  and firmly claimed her femininity. She traded the bulky sweaters and ankle length skirts she used to hide her body in for a coral slip dress clung to her gently, not flashy, not loud, still authentically her but more mature. Her full lips painted with a deep berry color. Her doe eyes lined with kohl eyeliner and fluttery lashes. Her coily hair flowed just about near her mid-back which…god it suited her so well. Her body was even curvier than he remembered caressing in the latest of nights, her breasts more fuller and her ass had more jiggle, could make the holiest of man commit every sin if it meant getting a taste of what she had.

And grace. Lord, she moved with grace. Like the pain hadn’t stolen it,  the judgment hadn’t crushed it, and his absence hadn’t shriveled it up and tossed it behind her.

She hadn’t seen him yet.

Stack leaned back, drink sweating in his hand. Annie laughed nearby, brushing past him on her way to the bar, Smoke at her hip. Sammie and Pearline were on the dance floor somewhere. Lottie’s soft eyes flickered toward the floor then up again as she weaved through the crowd. Nervous, maybe but not scared. Not how she used to be. 

Not after what he did to her.

“Damn,” Stack muttered under his breath.

The blonde beside him curled a hand around his bicep. “You say somethin’, baby?”

He blinked. Barely registered her. Just set the drink down with a clink and stood up.

“Yeah. I'm gettin’ another round.”

He moved through the crowd like a slow storm, eyes locked, body drumming with anticipation. And when Lottie looked up and saw him—really saw him—her breath hitched in that way she always had when he was close. Her lips parted, her chin tilted stubborn, but he caught it…the ache, the longing, right there under her skin.

“Hi,” she said, voice soft yet steel like iron.

She didn’t hug him. Didn’t reach. Didn’t touch. Hell, she didn’t have to. He felt her touch through her intense stare with those big beautiful brown eyes he always got lost in.

“Hey, Lottie,” he said, low and rough, like her name lived under his tongue.

They stood like that a beat too long, taking each other in. Like they were trying to get used to seeing each other again after all the years that passed by.

Then he gestured toward the bar. “Can I get you somethin’?”

She hesitated, then nodded. “White wine. Nothin’ too heavy.”

He nodded, waved the bartender over. She perched on a stool beside him, legs crossed delicately, back straight, every movement elegant but not rigid. He watched her watch the room. It occurred to him then that she didn’t belong here. Not in the way others didn’t. She simply...transcended it.

“Didn’t see you at the openin’ last night,” he murmured, sliding her the glass.

She took it gently. “Wasn’t ready last night.”

He gave her a half smile. “What changed?”

“I got tired of hiding from ghosts.” She shrugs.

His chest ached. That definitely struck a nerve.

He sipped his glass of scotch slow. “You ain’t no ghost, Lottie.”

“True, but you were.”

The silence that fell between them hurt. It was thick and suffocating.

“I read your book,” he said finally, voice low.

Her lips parted, eyes flickering toward him. “Which one?”

“All of ‘em.”

Her laugh was soft and surprised. “You said you hated poetry.”

He leaned in, close, elbow brushing hers. “I didn’t hate it. It just didn’t have your soul in it before.”

Her smile was small, fragile even.

“I ain’t ever known anybody who wrote like that,” he continued. “Felt like you carved those pages outta my own fuckin’ chest.”

“I didn’t write it for you.” She states plainly.

“I know.”

“I just…knew if I didn’t release any of this pain, I’d never heal.”

His throat tightened.

She shifted, hands brushing down the smooth curve of her waist like she didn’t know what else to do with herself.  “My mama threw my writings in the fireplace,” she said after a moment. “Daddy tried sending the deacon to ‘pray the demons out of me.’”

Stack’s jaw clenched.

“I ain’t seen ‘em for a few years now,” she said quietly.  “Guess when your baby girl writes about cunnilingus and religious trauma, it don’t fit with the gospel of shame they taught me.”

Stack frowned, taking another sip from his glass allowing the burn to trickle down his throat. “You didn’t deserve none of that.”

“I needed it,” she said. “All of it. Losing you, the silence, the judgment, the isolation. It gave me the confidence to stop livin’ for other people and start livin’ for Charlotte.”

He nodded, proud of her but regretful in his part of her growth.

“You ever tell your family about us?” he asked quietly after a brief pause.

She tensed up, taking a generous sip of wine but nodded.

“After you left… I didn’t have a reason to hide anymore. They knew somethin’ was up anyways ‘cause I was cryin’ nonstop the first two weeks after you left. I ended up leavin’ the house a few weeks later. I just felt..suffocated. Like every time I walked through the door, I could hear their voices…not talking, just judging me and lookin’ at me like I was damaged goods. And telling me who I was supposed to be, what loving you meant, and what God would think.”

He said nothing.  

Lottie took a slow breath. “They said it was God’s will that you left. That your kind of man only brings ruin and I should be grateful I was spared.”

“My kind of man,” he echoed, bitter.

She took another sip of wine. “They meant the man who fucked me on a picnic blanket mid-day near the bayou and came inside me in his busted ass buick before even making me his girl. That kind.”

Stack choked on his drink, not expecting the vulgarity out of her. 

“You were mine,” he said, his voice hushed and raw.

“No. You fucked me and then left me,” she cuts him off, pointing a finger at him. “That’s not a proclamation of love, that’s a fling with a timestamp.”

“I had to leave.” He argued.

“No, you didn’t,” She snapped. “You wanted to.”

Stack exhaled. “I wanted to keep you safe. Away from the shit me and Smoke were drownin’ in.”

“You should’ve let me choose that.” Her eyes narrowed, pierced right through him.

“And then what?” he asked, tone sharp, but low. “You get caught up in mob shit, end up bleedin’ in a trunk some night in Chicago ‘cause I wanted to feel loved? Nah, I’d rather be the villain than the reason you bled out.”

She leaned closer now, barely a breath away. Taking in the warmth of his cologne that haunted her for years. Her voice turned cold with fury laced in heartbreak. “I’d rather bleed beside you than ache in a room full of people who only love the molded idea of me.”

That shut him up.

Lottie traced the rim of her glass, then continued. “Anyway, I left their house. Annie helped me out with some jobs and I got my own place. Started reading everything I was never allowed to read, wore what I wanted, wrote what I wanted and I stopped asking for forgiveness for loving you.”

His jaw clenched. “Lottie-”

“Don’t interrupt me.”

He closed his mouth.

“I found my own rhythm but it didn’t come from them. And it damn sure didn’t come from you either. You leavin’…it hurt me so bad I thought I was dyin’ from a broken beart. But it cracked me open and I gained a spine from it. I found my freedom.” Her voice didn’t raise, It was calm, measured, still kind.

He watched her, awe carved into the lines of his face.

“I ain’t surprised,” he said.

She looked up.

“You always had that strength in you, Lottie. You was just scared to embrace it.”

“No. I had love. You just didn’t believe you were worth basking in it.”

That hit him harder than any bullet could. She always knew how to see through him like he was made of glass.

“I believed you were too good for the world I was walkin’ into,” he confessed.

“You don’t get to make that choice for me.”

“I see that now.”

She didn’t respond. Didn’t have to. 

He finished the last of his drink and placed his glass down again. “Dance with me?”

Lottie hesitated, then stood determined. “Only if you hold me right.”

He nodded. “Always will.”

Stack pulled her in. Slow. Soft. The music was fitting perfectly for their vibe, Sade being spun by the DJ this time. Her fingers slid over his shoulders. His arms wrapped around her waist, strong and sure, and the moment she laid her cheek against his chest, something inside him cracked.

He pressed a soft kiss to her hair.

“I saw your tattoo,” she whispered against his chest. “The one inside your forearm.”

“You like it?”

“It’s my name. You don’t think that’s a little…”

“Permanent?”

She looked up. “Stupid.”

“I got the flower too,” he said, smiling boyishly. “Hibiscus. ’Cause I remember how much you loved ‘em. You always said roses are too cliche.”

She looked down, her voice caught in her throat. “You remembered that?”

“I remember everything’.”

They moved slow, her body molded to his but still holding back, like her soul wasn’t sure whether to run or be reborn. They were silent again. As the song played on, she sighed into his shoulder.

“I missed you, Elias,” she whispered.

“I missed you too, Lottie. More than you can imagine.”

“Still flirtin’ with them white girls, huh?”

 “Ain’t none of em’ ever made me feel like a goddamn boy again. The only woman I want got her name on my skin.”

Her lip trembled, but she smirked. “And I thought I was the poetic one.”

He chuckled. Then, quietly he says “I loved ya, even back then.”

“You never said it.”

He nodded. “’Cause it scared the hell outta me.”

She looked up. “Why?”

“Because when we had our time together, sex or not you always looked at me like I was something sacred to keep. And I ain’t never been that. Not once…and I knew I’d ruin it.”

Her cheeks flushed. Her voice was still soft but steady.

“Yeah?” She said, ”And yet you still had the nerve to lick the blood off my pussy after you popped my cherry in your car that night on Valentine’s Day.”

His body tensed, eyes darkening and teeth clenching as if he was automatically transferred back to that moment remembering her moans, her taste, her touch, the feeling….

“Lottie..”

“Lottie, what?” her voice laced in a sarcastic tone. “You can’t rewrite history like that shit ain’t happen.” She stared up at him, voice quiet but sharp enough to slice him raw.

His grip found her hip, a firm warning. “You sayin’ shit like that’s gon’ get you-”

A soft smirk played on her full glossed lips. “Get me what, Stack? got a problem? fix it.”

And with that, she broke away from his hold, walking with an extra sway in her hips exhibiting temptation. She didn’t have to look back to know he was following her trail.

♡

The door clicked shut behind them softly.

Cool air in the closet kissed Lottie’s flushed skin. The hum of music outside was muffled by thick walls and the thudding of her heart. Her back was to him. 

Stack stood behind her with his hands at his sides, breath heavy.  The space between them was fragile, like a wand bubble too full to last in the air. 

“I ain’t ever been good with words,” he said softly. “Not like you.”

She turned then. Slowly. Her chest rose and fell fast, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her dress. She looked up at him with those big, beautiful brown eyes. “You didn’t have to be good with ‘em. You just had to use ‘em.”

He stepped forward, cautiously to see if she would back up..but she didn’t. She instead moved towards him, closing the gap between them. 

“I love you.” He breathed, the words held a weight on his heart for seven long years.

The pause after was heavy, her hands flattening against his chest like she needed to hold the words still between them as if they were going to disappear.

 He leaned in, kissed her forehead, then her nose. “I never stopped.”

“I needed you to say it back then,” she murmured.

“I know.” His voice cracked. “I’m so sorry.”

“I hated you for so long.” She sighed, a single tear falling down her face which Stack gently wiped away from her cheek with his thumb. 

“You got every right to,” he murmured. “You never looked at me like I was wrong—even if I was—you always looked at me like I was someone worth lovin’ and…fuck Lottie I didn’t know how to deal with it.”

Lottie lifted her hand to place against his cheek, prompting him to turn his head and lay a gentle kiss on her palm.

“You’re still it for me,” he said. “You always were. Even when I was drownin’ in my demons, gettin’ my hands bloody, even when I was fuckin’ around just to feel anythin’ but empty…I’d see your name in a bookstore or your beautiful face on a billboard and it’s like my whole world goes quiet and calm.”

Her lip trembled as she took every single word into her soul. As much as she wanted to believe he was bullshitting, just saying things just to say. The way he gazed at her like she held the sun, moon and all constellations in the sky made her heart flip. 

“You know…I wrote those poems for myself.” she whispered. “But a part of me really wanted you to read them.”

Stack brushed a few wild curls away from her face. “Once I found your books, I keep readin’ em’ over and over. Whatever place Smoke and I ended up in, I’d sit and read. It’d help me sleep.”

“If I known that I would’ve sent you an autographed copy.” she dryly joked. “Shouldn’t have made me suffer in silence. You either.”

“I didn’t think I deserved a woman like you.” 

“Then be the man who does.”

His lips parted, but no words came out. 

Her hand left his cheek to slide down to his forearm, fingers trailing the brown skin until it met the ink that decorated it. His sleeve was rolled up enough for her to see its full design. Her name—Charlotte— carved in delicate cursive with a blooming hibiscus twined through each letter. The petals shaded in vibrant pink and red hues that he remembered she loved best. 

She traced over the tattoo softly with her fingers.

“When’d you get this?” she asked.

“Six months after I left,” he murmured. “I couldn’t get you out of my head. Needed a reason to keep goin’.”

She sniffled a little.

“You not leavin’ again?” she asked, silently praying this wasn’t a single night of nostalgia.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere Lottie.” Stack took her hands into his, squeezing in reassurance.

“Promise?” she pressed, voice cracking.

“Wherever you go, I go.” His voice filled with emotion as he pulled her close, lips a few breaths apart from hers.

She let out a shaky breath as her body melted into his. Their lips met soft and delicate. His kiss poured all the words he left unsaid for seven years and Lottie didn’t dare pull away. Her hands slid up into his short, slicked back curls, fingers tugging gently earning a few quiet groans from him which sent a throb in between her legs as his lips deepened against hers, slow and coaxing. He kissed her like he was eager to relearn every inch of her mouth, tongue tracing hers, exploring the taste he deprived himself of for too long. 

Her breath hitched every time he pressed himself closer to her body, his hand ghosting the curve of her waist, sliding over her hips to grip her thigh.

She gasped into his mouth when he lifted her.

“Elias..” she murmured against his lips.

“I got you,” he whispered, something told her that statement had several meanings…all which made her heart warm.

He pressed Lottie carefully against the closet wall, the coolness from the heat combined with heat of his body on hers felt almost erotic. Her legs were cradling his hips all while Stack kissed her neck. Every brush of his warm, wet lips against her neck, every nip and gentle suck against her pulse point brought back memories her body stored. Lottie tilted her head back, lashes fluttering, every breath she took was shaky between her full parted lips as he licked the spot beneath her ear that made her whimper even years later.

“I’m surprised you remember that.” she whispered.

“I told you I remember everything about you, baby.” Stack mused. His hands slid underneath her dress, warm against the back of her curvy thighs, trailing higher where her thighs met her ass. 

“No fair…you’re teasin’.” She moaned as his palms kneaded her flesh.

“Ain’t no fun without a lil’ teasin’” he chuckles, kissing her pouting lips. He gave her ass a firm squeeze and a sharp smack that made her squeak, and his grin widened against her lips.

“You still mad at me?” Stack murmured, kissing under her ear, letting his lips linger on the sensitive skin.

“Maybe.” Lottie’s breath hitched when she felt his teeth nibble on her lobe.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm.”

“I should make up for that, huh?” His tongue traced the curve of her throat, his teeth scraping gentle against the skin under her jaw before placing wet, open mouthed kisses there. 

She let out a hum of agreement, tilting her head back to give him more access. He didn’t rush when he slid his hands under her dress. He took his time pushing it up, revealing smooth thick thighs that trembled slightly. He dropped to his knees. Kissed her belly, then the sensitive spot on her hip, and hooked his fingers into her lace panties.

“Can I see her, baby?” he whispered. Lottie complied, resting one leg on the shelf nearby and the other on his shoulder, letting him pull her panties down and off, her thighs parting on instinct. 

He stared in awe. She was glistening. A small but neatly trimmed triangle of dark curls framed the mound of her swollen pussy. He saw the twitch of her heat and the slow throb of her clit peeking out between the puffy lips of dark pink.

“Damn, Lottie…”

She tried to close her legs in embarrassment but he was quicker than her, hands holding her thighs apart firmly. 

“You wet like that from kissin’ me, hm?” he teased, lips ghosting over her inner thighs.

“I-Shut up..”

He chuckled knowingly, grabbing her ass to pull her forward until her back arched off the wall. 

“Don’t hide her from me,” he murmured. “You know I love this pussy..I missed her.”

She gasped as he leaned in, burying his face in between her thighs. One of her hands flying to the wall and the other clinging to his hair. He didn’t go straight for her pussy. He teased her inner thighs with slow, wet kisses, nuzzling her folds with his nose, dragging his lips up her mound and down again. When he blew cool air over her clit, she shivered.

“Eliaaas,” she whined. “You’re teasing..”

“You said I owed you,” he smirked. “This how I pay my debts.”

Stack’s tongue traced her slit slowly, teasing the sensitive flesh before flattening against her clit in slow and greedy circles.

“O-oh, god…”

He moaned against her, tongue working her open, mouth sucking on her clit not too hard but not too soft..just the way she liked it, lips locking around it while his tongue flicked back and forth.

“Mmmnh! E-El-Elias…oh-“

“I missed this lil’ button,” he said with a wicked grin, tongue flicking right over her clit, then down again. “She so fuckin’ pretty… always so damn sweet for me.”

Her thighs shook. She arched into his face.

His voice was filthy now, soaked in lust.  “You always liked it when I talked to her, huh? She likes it too. She pulsin’ on my tongue, baby. She know who I am.”

He used two fingers to spread her open, licking deeper now, tongue darting in and out of her hole before flicking up to her clit again, stroking slow circles. She rolled her hips into his face, crying out softly with every pass of his tongue.

She cried out, the sound raw and needy, hips jerking against his mouth. “Fuuuuck, baby, don’t stop—don’t stop—”

“Not stoppin’ till you cum all over my fuckin’ face,” he growled, tongue and fingers moving faster.  “Let her give it to me, come on, baby girl, let it go.”

And she did.

Her body tensed, thighs clenching around his head, pussy spasming around his fingers. She moaned his name in a high-pitched cry, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm rolled through her like a wave, long and hard and aching. He held her steady through it, fingers still pumping in and out of her pussy. He lapped at her, slow and deliberate now, sucking and kissing the oversensitive flesh until she whimpered and pulled back.

“Too much,” she pants tapping his shoulder, voice shaking.  “Oh god too much…”

He pulled back, lips and chin glistening, looking drunk on her.

“I ain’t even started yet,” he murmured, licking his lips, standing back up to full height.

He kissed her again, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, and she whimpered into him. 

He pulled her dress off completely, tossed it to the floor next to her clutch and took a slow, full step back.

“Lemme see you, Lottie.”

She stood in front of him, completely bare, brown honey skin glowing under the closet’s dim overhead light. Her breasts full and soft, nipples dark and hardened peaks. 

He reached out, ran his fingers down her torso.

“You so fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathed, thumbs brushing over her nipples. “Shit…I shoulda worshipped you better back then.”

He bent his head, kissing along her throat, her collarbone, down to her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, circled it with his tongue, then bit down just enough to make her gasp.

She grabs his shirt at the hem, helping him pull it over his head.

Then she kissed his chest. His neck. His jaw. Soft little nips and whispers of her breath across his skin. Her hands unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, pushed them down until he was bare, his shaft was heavy, thick and hard, standing proudly between them.

Her eyes dropped and her breath hitched.

“I forgot how big you were,” she whispered, prompting a smirk to appear on his lips.

“Still yours,” he said. He took her hand and wrapped it around him. “Still remember what to do with it, baby?”

She stroked him slowly,her hand barely able to wrap around him fully, thumb circling the slit at the tip where precum beaded, eyes locked to his.

“Like this?” she asked, voice sugary sweet, tone soft but knowing.

He groaned, burying his head in the crook of her neck. “Fuuuck, baby…”

“You look like you missed me.”

“I did.”

She pumped him slower, watching his jaw clench.

“I think you should say it.”

“I missed you,” he breathed. “I missed this hand, this mouth, this pussy—fuck, baby, I missed everything…”

“I think you should prove it..” she purred, her hand leaving his length to bring up to his view, her fingers shining with precum that she eased into her mouth while keeping eye contact with him. 

Stack growled, picking her up with ease earning a gasp from Lottie  and laid her on the bench against the wall. He stroked himself once, lining up with her soaked entrance with the head. 

“You still my sweet lil’ Lottie?” he asked, lips ghosting down her neck, warm lips dragging along the line of her jaw, lightly tapping the head of his cock on her clit. 

She whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist. “You know I am.”

He took that as an invitation to push in. 

The stretch was divine.

Lottie’s breath was caught sharp in her chest the moment she felt him sink inside. She reached for him instinctively, arms curling tight around his shoulders, nails digging crescent moons into his brown skin, face buried in his neck as inch after inch filled her up. Her pussy fluttered, drawing him deeper with every soft gasp that escaped her lips.

“Mmmnnh fuck Elias…’s too much..” she whimpered and he shushed her gently.

“Shhh…just breathe, baby…I got you.” he whispered in her ear, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other gripping the plush meat of her thigh. He moved slow, letting her feel the full press of him, allowing her body to adjust. 

When he was buried to the hilt, pelvis flush against hers, he paused and exhaled. 

She was warm, slippery, and tight and so damn soft. Like her pussy spent the last seven years waiting to mold perfectly back around for him. Her walls fluttered, squeezing him in slow little pulses that made his jaw lock.

“Damn,” he groaned into her neck. “You still tight like you ain’t let nobody else in here.”

“s’cause I didn’t..” She blinked up at him, flushed and panting.

He froze, throbbing inside her.

“You bein’ serious?”

Her fingers trailed up the back of his neck, nails softly brushing against the small curls there.

“You’re the only man that ever touched me, Elias…the only one.” She whispered.

That struck something vulnerable in him.

Stack kissed her hard, lips crushing, open mouthed, tongues entangling as he started to move. He started with long, deep strokes at first, the drag of him inside her was slow and greedy, savoring in the way Lottie’s pussy clung to him like a vice. Her nails dug into his back, the stretch still intense, toeing the line between pleasure and pressure but it was perfect.

“Mmm..Mmmnnh—fuck..” she gasped, head lolling back. “God you feel so good.”

He grunted, pulling both her thighs over his shoulders, thrusting deeper to hit those sensitive spots at a different angle. “Look at you,” he rasped, brown eyes trained on her face, the way she shivered and moaned underneath him. “You so pretty like this...that’s my good girl.”

“‘m your good girl.” she whimpered back, voice shaky.

“That’s right. My sweet lil Lottie.”

Her pussy clenched and his breath got caught in his throat.

“Yeah?” he murmured, hips grinding slow and tight. “Still like when daddy calls you that, hm?”

“Y-yes…” she moaned soft and high, choked by the pleasure blooming hot between her thighs, her hands on his shoulders, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. “I love it.”

“Rub that button for me, baby.” he instructed her. “Give her some love.”

Lottie placed a hand in between her legs, rubbing tight, quick circles on her clit, just the way he used to teach her. She moaned high and sweet as she came for him again, Stack kissing her through her orgasm.

“Let me see you ride it, baby.” he growled, pulling out and sat on the bench with his thighs spread. 

“C’mere, mama.”

Lottie climbed into his lap, knees bracketing his hips, her thighs trembling with anticipation. She reached between them and guided his cock back to her soaked entrance, rubbing the thick head against her clit at first, teasing herself with little circles until Stack grunted and grabbed her hips. 

“Teasin’ ass.”

She smiled knowingly, and then she sank down on him slow, eyes fluttering as she took all of him. 

“Ohhh…fuck…” she moaned, bottoming out, thighs tensing around him. 

Stack’s head fell back against the wall, jaw clenched. “That’s it,” he groaned, gripping her ass, guiding her up and down his length. “Bounce on it, baby. ’s all yours.”

She rolled her hips, beginning to ride him slow at first then picking up the pace. Her body moving like a slow dance, glistening under the closet light. Her breasts bounced with roll of her hips, he reached up to cup them in his large hands, fingers pinching her nipples lightly. Her hands braced his shoulders and he watched her like she was straight out of his favorite dream. Lips parted, eyes glazed over with lust, lashes fluttering against the tops of her cheeks, her signature scent of orange blossom, vanilla marshmallow and a hint of amber flooding his senses. Her pussy was soaked, dripping down over his thighs, making slick and obscene sounds as she moved. 

“You been practicin’?” he teased, hands sliding over her ass to squeeze.

She moaned, a little laugh escaping in the process. “N-no…just remember what you like.”

He laid a sharp smack to her ass, prompting her to cry out and bounce harder. 

“I like all of you, baby girl.” he leaned up to catch a nipple between his lips, suckling on the swollen nub until she gasped. “Every inch. Every moan. Every fuckin’ part of you.”

He gripped her hips tightly, beginning to thrust up into her as she dropped down, slamming into that sweet spot inside her over and over. Her moans turned into cries, breathy little sobs of pleasure.

“You sound so pretty, Lottie.” Stack growled. “You love daddy’s dick, don’t you?”

“Y-yes yes, baby…’s so good.” Lottie keened, head falling against his neck pressing wet kisses to his throat. He kissed her jaw, then lowered his lips to her collarbone, tongue flicking in between the valley of her breasts.

“Gon’ cum again for me, baby?” he panted, watching as her face twisted up into that beautiful, broken expression.

“Mhm..mhm-oh God yes! Please please don’t stop-“ she babbled senselessly.

He reached in between them to rub fast little circles over her swollen clit with his thumb, her thighs locking up. 

“I got you, baby.” he promised. “Cum for me. Let go.”

And just like that, her body shook. She moaned, loud and high pitched and ragged, thighs shaking as her orgasm hit. Her pussy gushed between them, soaking his lap and drenching his thighs. He caught her mouth in a sloppy kiss, hands rubbing her back while she sobbed softly into his neck. 

“That’s it, baby.” he praised softly. “Did so good for me.”

He moved again, flipping her gently, laying her back across the bench now, folding her thighs to her chest and slid back into her in one fluid motion, groaning at the feel. He started to fuck her slow, hard, deep, each thrust making her cry out, overstimulated and limp underneath him, tears sliding down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes,

“I know, baby…I know it’s a lot,” he cooed, kissing her jaw, her cheek, her lips. “But I need it. I need you one more time okay?”

He pulled all the way out, leaving only the tip inside, then slid back in slowly, dragging a moan from her throat. Then again, faster this time. He pounded into her now, whispering filth against her lips.

“Look at this pussy…she suckin’ me in like she missed me.”

“You milkin’ me girl goddamn..”

“Used to dream about the fuckin’ pussy baby.”

She was a mess now, drooling, sobbing, her words slurring. Lottie bit into his shoulder, nails raking down his back, and every moan she let out made his balls tighten.

“You gon’ give daddy one more?” Stack cooed into her ear, pressing his thumb against her clit.

She nodded frantically, feeling another orgasm burn through her core. “Y-yes! I-i’m close-“

“Give it to me, Lottie. Let her sing for me, baby.”

She sobbed, pressing her forehead to his, lips trembling as she came for the final time. He kissed her hard, tongue claiming her mouth as she milked him.

“I love you, Charlotte.” he moaned. “Always fuckin’ loved you.”

She whimpered, arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders. “I love you too,” she sobbed. “Don’t stop..don’t stop baby.”

“Shhh…” Stack soothed her pleas, fucking up into her in a steady gentle rhythm helping her ride out the aftershocks, now chasing his own edge. “You take me so good baby. You feel so good…I’m gonna…fuck-“

His head dropped to her shoulder. He groaned loudly against her damp skin, shooting warm thick ropes inside her with a few airy moans, cock pulsing as he filled her up.

They stayed still for a moment, skin to skin, the sounds of their heavy pants filling the closet. She peppered soft kisses to his temples, his eyes fluttering closed as he let her ground him back to reality.

“So…still think you don’t deserve me?” she asks after fully catching her breath.

He chuckled, still breathless. “You were always too good for me, Lottie. I’m just still glad you wanted me anyway.”

Her fingers threaded through his curls. “I never stopped…even when I was cursing your name.”

He lifted his head to fully look at her, eyes all round and soft, twinkling with love. He pressed a few soft pecks to her lips and brushed her now messy curls from her glowy face.

They remained in their little bubble of oblivion until they heard three hard knocks on the closet door, causing them to jump.

“Y’all better be decent in 15 minutes before I spray your nasty asses down with this fucking lysol.” Smoke boomed from outside the door. “This ain’t the type of establishment you were advertisin’ to me when we bought this joint, Stack. It was nice seein’ you Lottie…”

The couple remained quiet until they heard his heavy footsteps walking away to break out into a short fit of laughter.

“You think he heard?” Lottie managed to say in between giggles.

“Yeah,” Stack groaned. “He gon’ be on my ass about that.”

She leaned into him again, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Worth it?”

He looked down at her, seeing her eyes glimmer the way he remembered. “Yeah,” he said with a smile, show casing the gold of his grills. “One hundred percent.”

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[classytiti]

i wonder what Stack is like during sex. Rougher, deeper, meaner. The kind of man who doesn’t ask... just takes. (18+, MINORS DNI) Masterlist Here Discord link Here

he’s got your wrists pinned above your head with one hand, the other gripping your ass. his voice is a growl right up against your ear, hot breath coating your skin.

“you knew what you were doin’, wearin’ that little dress,” he mutters, hips slamming into you so hard the headboard slams the wall. “wanted me riled up, huh? well, now you got it.”

you can barely breathe. each thrust is painful, almost punishing. you arch, moan, claw at the sheets.

“stack—”

“say it right,” he bites down on your shoulder. “say my name like you need it.”

“stack,” you gasp, broken. “fuck, Stack, please.”

He pulls your leg higher around his waist, fucking deeper. your back bows. pleasure coils low in your belly, threatening to snap. his thumb drags over your clit in tight, rough circles, and it’s almost too much.

“i said please,” you whimper.

“and I said I ain’t done.” his eyes are sharp, hungry, eating you alive as he watches your fucked out body beneath him. “you’re gonna take every fuckin’ drop I give you, girl. every inch. every damn time.”

you don’t know where you end and he begins. there’s sweat, teeth, breath, bruises blooming on your hips. he flips you over like it’s nothing, hand on your spine, pressing you down.

“look at you,” he mutters behind you. “back arched like you lovin' this shit.”

and when he finally lets go, when he grabs your hips and slams in so hard your breath gets knocked out, you cum with a cry that echoes in the dim room, raw and wrecked.

he groans, low and deep, spilling into you like he’s been holding it back for years. his weight drops against your back, chest heaving.

a beat passes. Then:

“don’t go thinkin’ this was just tonight,” he says into your neck, lips brushing your skin. “next time, I’m takin’ my time with you. gonna make you beg for it slow.”

[decayingearf]

speechless

✗ warnings: 18+, mdni, teasing, condescending praise, animalistic!smoke, munch!smoke, oral (f!receiving) wc: 1k

synopsis: an impromptu phone call whilst away from home led to an risqué situation.

[a/n: READ WITH SONG!]

you’ve got me

after an extempore phone call you made to your boyfriend, he was on his way home. the phone was anything but innocent.

you’ve got me

you were currently adjusting your hair and robe knowing that after the call ended he was gonna fly home. you texted him to see what the hold up was. although it hasn’t even been fifteen minutes, you were needy.

you’ve got me

“baby im on the way, five minutes away” he reassured you trying to not let his needs cloud his mind. you scoff dramatically after reading the message and decide to take things up a notch.

you’ve got me..

you lay on the bed opening your robe the slightest bit and then, open the camera app on your phone, angling the phone down towards your chest. afterwards, you forward the message to him, chewing on your finger. just as it’s sent you notice that he’s seen it.

three dots appear and disappear for about two minutes before you hear his car pull in the driveway.

speechless

your heart pounds with anticipation of what’s about to happen once he reaches the door.

where you been, baby?

you run over to the bedroom window looking down at him getting out of the car and walking towards the door, key already in hand.

waited for you all day

you hurry over to the railing of the staircase only to find him on the other-side of the door twisting the key in the lock.

waited for you to use the key

the door opens and you move over, back to the room shutting the door behind you before, sitting on the bed as if you hadn’t been the cause of him feeling pent up. you fiddle with your hair some more as your heart hammers.

that opens my place

you hear your heart louder than anything thing else.

my heart starts trembling

aside from your heart, his shoes can be heard with every step he takes to meet you.

as i hear your footsteps pace

you stare nervously at the closed door seeing the exact moment his hand collides with the cool stainless steel of the door knob.

lock open, door knob turned

your eyes shoot up as the door swings open and you see his dark gaze.

there appears your face

before you have time to say anything he’s coming towards you his gaze none wavering. he pulls his sweatshirt over his head once in front of you—still without a word.

you watch as if you’ve entered a trance. elijah steps away for a moment, grabbing a pillow before placing it down and picking you up. he kisses your mouth, then neck. god.

“lil needy ass couldn’t wait for me to get home, huh?” he speaks between kisses after laying you down, the small of your back resting against the pillow.

going out my head, i think im losing all my mind

you softly bite down on your finger again. he resumes kissing what’s underneath the silk robe. his lips gentle as if he wants to enjoy this. the kisses move lower to your inner thighs.

still missing where you wanted his mouth. then finally, you feel his lips kiss your dripping cunt. you gasped softly as he growls at the sound he was able to get you to make. “that feel good? you happy im down here finna eat this shit?” smoke questioned already knowing the answer but, still wanting you to say it. you nod before he scoffs and rubs his tongue against your bud causing you to squirm. “i said ‘does that feel good?’ baby?” he repeated as you quickly said “yes it feels good” to which he nodded before pressing his thumb against your clit again, and massages it.

drive me crazy, burning candles, making love all night

you huffed needily at his ministrations closing your eyes. that was short lived before smoke chimed in “nuh-uh, look at me while you cream on my tongue”. you whined before he stuck his tongue in your hole still rubbing your sensitive area. only thing you can see was his head peeking over your tummy and up at your eyes. you watched as he deduced you to a desperate, pent-up , brat.

you can feel his tongue curling in you as if he was trying to get all your essence on his tongue. you’ve never had a guy eat it for his own pleasure. not unless he wanted something in return.

feels so strange , it feels so crazy to be in your world

you’d moan and shudder as your pussy would flutter against his tongue. it was so overwhelming. you were already wound up, now he’s eating it like its his last meal? you wrapped your legs around his head whimpering and shaking. he soon pushed your legs apart, “this what you wanted right? wanted to tease me and get me riled up? take this shit” he grumbled locking his arms around your thighs to ensure you don’t move.

in your arms, lost for words, you’ve got me

he pulled his tongue out before sucking on your clit recklessly with no disregard for how overstimulated you were.

you’ve got me

you tried to push away from his merciless mouth before he dragged you back down towards him.

you’ve got me

you cried out as sucked harder. all you could do was cover your face out of embarrassment. which only lasted for a few seconds before you heard him groan.

“move your hands mama” he demanded prior to continuing his licks and kisses.

ooh, you’ve got me

soon enough, you were a puddle beneath his mouth. he didn’t stop, though. just sucked you through the aftershocks. with one final roll of your hips, he raised to his feet, leaned over and kissed you.

lord, you loved that man.

you’ve got me speechless.

[desire4ella]

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐆 ❞

♪‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Poly! Stack x Brat!Reader x Smoke ( no incest between the two brothers dw)

⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You always knew just how to push a nerve didn’t you? ‘ that slick mouth of yours gon get you in serious trouble lil girl’ they always said, but you always failed to listen, until today….

ᝰ.ᐟ𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.9k

۶ৎ𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: (THIS FIC IS A KINDA LONG AND NOT PROOF READ ), Spit!play, Bigdick! Stack , Daddy!/Sir! kink, Dumbification!, squirt!, eaten out ( w receiving), Orgasm denial!, HardDom! Smoke, SoftDom! Stack, Chocking!, Gagging! with fingers, Fingering!, Spanking!, Panty sniffing! and just down right nastiness so buckle in.

Them to men of yours were damn right trouble, especially stack, his eyes always shone bright right before mischief was to occur, twinkling like the vast midnight sky, the hazel brown tint that was once there faded out into the shadows, overcame by the darkness all compressed into two eyes. And oh baby that cheeky smirk of his could make any girls panties drop, it sure did yours…his teeth were lined up straight to perfection, pearly whites always on display like a propaganda, with a snake like tongue that was sharp and ready to lash out in an instant at anyone who even dared to look at him wrong. metal grills placed at the centre of his chompers,showing richnesses and wealth in one clean smile.

Let’s not forgot about the honourable smoke he exudes a dangerous charm that’s impossible to ignore—a perfect blend of stern authority and raw, magnetic allure. His presence commands attention the moment he steps into a room, dark eyes sharp with a calculating edge, scanning every detail like he’s always five steps ahead. There’s a cold precision in the way he speaks—measured, low, and laced with quiet dominance—that leaves no room for argument, yet somehow draws you in deeper. His voice, rough like gravel but smooth enough to make you lean closer, holds secrets you want to uncover but know better than to ask about. Always cloaked in shadow—whether it’s the low light of a backroom or the metaphorical weight of his past—Smoke carries the kind of mystery that burns slow and steady, like a lit cigarette between gloved fingers. He’s not the type to smile, but when he does, it’s the kind of smirk that hints at trouble and promises a thrill. Stern, sexy, and wrapped in secrecy, Smoke is a man you shouldn’t trust—but can’t help wanting to.

And then came you….

A regular girl, living a regular life that just so happened to catch the eyes of two big burly men. Nah fuck dat, I got the scenario wrong; You were not just some regular girl living a boring life,no-you were a spoilt brat that got WHATEVER she wanted by any means necessary, you had hips,ass and a banging body that many had to cop using surgery-nah baby it’s all natural round here! face card neva declined even on your worst day; a baby face that could get any man whipped with the batter of your eyelashes and a pout— oh, and God did you smell heavenly!! skin drenched in all of the finest coco butter oils and rich vanilla/ strawberry perfume encased around your wrist and neck , the typa smell that clung to others like a vice, the typa smell that introduced you before you even did; the typa smell that intoxicated anyone within a 50 mile radius - you get it by now. Your scent was distinct but not unknown, always wafting in places that it shouldn’t be. Fingers and toes always kept prestigious a nice baby pink that looked delicious when white stains got on it.

Nobody knows how you did it, two of the most notorious men in all of Mississippi, already crawling on their knees for your attention ? Hell ! you didn’t even know how you did it yourself. But you know what they say, ‘good things come to those who wait’ so i guess your prize came in a double package, but hey! you damn sure ain’t complaining.

Right now, these two were giving you hell all you because you decided to have a little girls night out, what? a woman can’t go out and have person now? i guess not seeing the way that they acting….

The night was still young as you stumbled through the front door, giggling to yourself. Your heels clicked loudly against the hardwood floor as you made your way inside. The house was dark and quiet, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. You smirked to herself, thinking that Stack and Smoke must be asleep already."Hmph, too bad," you muttered under your breath. "I was hoping for some fun tonight."Just then, the lights flicked on and Stack and Smoke emerged from the shadows like the men in black , their faces set in hard lines. You faltered for a moment, taken aback by their imposing presence."Where the hell have you been?" Smoke demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "It's after midnight."

You rolled your eyes and sauntered over to the couch, flopping down onto it with a sigh. "I was out with the girls, what does it look like?" you said, feigning innocence."You reek of booze and...other things," Stack growled, his eyes narrowing as he took in her disheveled appearance. "You better not have been with anyone else.”You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. "Oh please, like either of you can talk," she said with a sneer. "I've seen the way you two look at other girls, back in those days."Smoke stepped forward, his eyes flashing with anger. "Don't try to change the subject" he snarled. "We're not going to tolerate this kind of behavior from you, little girl." You just smirked back at him, clearly enjoying the power you held over them. "Or what, big boy?" you taunted. "You gonna spank me?"In a flash, Smoke had you by the arm and was dragging you to your feet. He spun you around and pressed your face-first against the wall, his body pinning you in place.

"You're playing with fire, brat," he growled in her ear. "And me and Stack are gonna enjoy putting you in your place." You squirmed against him, you squirmed against him, as you could feel his hard cock straining against his pants pressing against your ass. You bit your lip to stifle a moan. "Go ahead then," you purred, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Show me who's boss sir”Smoke's eyes darkened with lust and he reached down to grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. “ Stack gon head and take of her panties and smell ‘em, gon head and see if the little whores been out and about cheating or not” Stack smirk widened as he roughly pulled down your panties, accidentally ripping them in the process of his eagerness.

Stack’s nostrils flared as he held the torn panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply. His eyes narrowed as he searched for any hint of a male scent on the delicate fabric. But all he could detect was the sweet, musky aroma of your arousal.He turned to face Smoke, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well," he drawled. "It seems like our little brat has been a good girl after all." Smoke tisked in mockery as his eyes bored deep into yours “ well that’s to damn bad sweetheart, we still gon have to punish you”. In all honesty you couldn’t wait to be punished, because at the end of the day, you’re still gonna get that sweet release, or so you thought. *SMACK*, *SMACK*, SMACK* you mewled as you felt your ass sting from the harsh spanks, those would definitely leave a bruise on your delicate skin “ ah ah ahh, ion wanna hear no winnin or nun, you gon take these hits like a good lil girl, ya understand me?” Smoke screwed up his face in annoyance as he didn’t hear any reply from you. “ I *SMACK* said *SMACK* do *SMACK* you *SMACK* understand *SMACK*” the last smack had you buckling at the knees as you let out pathetic whimpers and whines “ Yessss! sir i understand!” his mf hands were heavy.

“ shhh shhhh, you know i love it when you cry pretty girl” Stack muttered close to your face as he wiped your tears from your face with his thumb, placing it in his mouth he closed his eyes in delight and moaned “ very sweet with a hint of salt, just how i like it” you looked at him in with wide eyes as you never expected him to be THAT much of a freak, i guess you learn sumn new about people everyday. Stack perked up as he just got a new idea “ Speakin of sweet, lemme eat that pussy”, getting underneath you he wasted no time in latching his plump lips unto your pulsing clit which caused you to yell and brase your full body on the wall, He licked and sucked at your wet folds with unbridled enthusiasm, his tongue delving deep inside you as he sought to taste every drop of your essence. Your head fell against the wall, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as Stack's skilled mouth worked its magic on your sensitive bundle of flesh.His fingers joined in, two of them plunging deep into your soaked cunt as he curled them just right to hit that perfect spot inside you that he knew would have you spinning .Your body shook and trembled, hips bucking against Stack's face as you rapidly approached your peak. With a final, hard suck on your clit, Stack sent you hurtling over the edge and into oblivion. Your body convulsed once again, as your juices flooded Stack's mouth and coating his face as you squirted all over him. He lapped it up hungrily, his eyes never leaving hers as he savored every last drop of you release.

Releasing your clit of his mouth with a nasty “pop” he smiled up at you cockily as your juices dropped from his beard “ damn girl, i knew you could squirt, but dat right dere is a waterpark ” he joked and patted your pussy. Laughing at his brothers remark Smoke reached down, gathering some of the grool leaking from your soaking pussy, causing you to wince from the sudden contact. He brought his coated fingers to your lips, forcing them between your teeth. "Clean them off, slut," he demanded.Moaning in response you felt his two fingers hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag reaptidly as spit spewed from the corners of your mouth. “ There you go” he cooed in your ear as he sped up his fingers. Tears fell from your face and your eyes rolled back at the protrusion in your mouth. Pulling his fingers from your mouth you gasp for air, only for it to be cut short as you felt Stacks plump lips forcefully press against yours. Gripping your throat tightly he groaned as he began to lick the spit from around your mouth, pulling away he said “ can’t be wasting your precious juices, now can we ma?”

………………………………

"On the couch," Stack barked, jerking his head towards the cushions. "Ass up, slut." You scrambled to obey, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat. Your pussy clenched with anticipation as the two men loomed over her, their eyes dark with hunger."Who do you belong to?"Smoke asked, trailing his fingers along her slit. You shivered at his touch. "You and Stack," you whimpered. "I'm yours."Smoke chuckled darkly. "Damn right you are." He slapped your pussy hard before turing around walking towards the wooden chair in the far corner “ brother you can go first, I wanna watch her crumble” smoke grunted out and opted to just just sit and watch.

With that Stack,buried himself to the hilt in your tight heat, causing the you to scream in ecstasy. You pushed back against him, desperate for more as he began to pound into you ruthlessly."Fuck, this cunt is divine," Stack groaned, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "Gonna fill it up real good."You could only moan in response, your body shaking with the force of Stack’s thrusts. Your pussy spasmed around him, growing tighter and wetter by the second. You could feel that delicious tingling sensation in your stomach as your toes clenched and mouth gaped open ready to catch flies, “ mmmmm fuck Sir, r-r-right thereee” just as you were about to cum, he slowed down his movements and instead focused on hitting deeper inside your cunt, reaching round to grab your throat, he pushed you up so that your back was touching his sweaty chest “ cum without my permission and i’ll make sure you don’t cum for a week”

You couldn’t handle it, the feeling on his cock hitting spots in your body that you never knew you had, those veins big and pulsating, bullying your little cunt with every thrust. Your hair disheveled and strewn over your face, sweat coating your body like a second skin “please daddy pleaseee let me cum!” you cried out and you felt your near rising. “ Awww my pretty princess, you look prettier when you beg” Smoke outed from the other side of the room, slouched on a chair, lighting up a joint allowing the fumes to travel out of his nose “ but sadly no.” All you could do was babble nonsense and gasps and you felt like you couldn’t even speak, every word was knocked out of you with every snap of Stack’s hips. You could feel his heavy breaths hitting your skin and his loud boisterous groans only turned you on more—making it harder to keep your orgasm at bay.

“ Awnnn FUCK! your pussy was just made for me mama, imma cum soon, and you best not dare cum after me” his thrusts sped up and you felt his meaty sacks slapping heavily against your aching clit, why did they have to be so mean to you? welp i guess you deserved it. Naughty girls don’t get to cum, now do they?.When he finally filled you with his hot seed, he moaned loudly, thrust slowing down and he stilled inside you, marking you inside and out as his property, you barely registered what was happening. You didn’t get to cum, but just the feeling of his cum painted inside your walls was enough to keep you satisfied until next time. You layed there limp and compliant as Smoke wiped you clean and dressed you in a fresh pair of panties and a t-shirt emblazoned with "Property of Stack and Smoke."

As you curled up on the couch next to your sweet men , boneless and sated, the last coherent thought that crossed your now-dumb mind was that you belonged to these two men forever now. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

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[ariesthetouchdeprivedgirl]

i’d love to be right there in the middle 😊.

[bluudsucka]

i'm so tender on you - stack m. x fem!reader

summary: the smokestack twins left mississippi for bigger and better things, they were big fishes in a small pond, but that doesn't negate the sting you felt when stack, your boyfriend, left town without a uttering a word about it to you. not even call nor a letter to let you know he was safe in the big city of chicago. rumors on the streets about the twins return bubbled over - they were hosting a cookout and the whole neighborhood was invited - including you.

word count: 8k

warnings: smut, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, slight mentions of cheating, slight toxic dynamics, slight mentions of drugs, set in the 90s, light mary slander (lmaoo)

author's note: ahahaa i had a lot of fun writing this ya'll omg, this one is pretty long i just couldn't help myself!! thanks for reading ya'll much appreciated <3

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The faint sounds of Saturday morning cartoons muffled within the background of your room; it was hot today - unbearably so, and it killed you that the AC in your bedroom was busted. Your grandpa said he'd get it fix, urging you not to waste your money on a new one. One thing about your grandad - he was a staunch penny pincher - always claiming he could fix something. Stating that your generation couldn't keep money in their pockets if their life depended on it. Always splurging on unnecessary 'foolishness'. But it seemed like every time he would tinker with your AC the worse it got.

You were gonna go out and buy one today, preparing for a long winded lecture - but you'd rather hear his complaints than sitting in a hot ass house. Your niece, who was only eight years old, sat on the floor at the foot of your bed. Her brown eyes watched the cartoon in front of her intensely, Tom and Jerry was her favorite - and the only cartoon you'd tolerate watching with her. You just got done doing her hair, the twist were held in place with pink Bobos with white and pink butterfly barrettes at end of the twist.

You were glad to be done with her hair - the girl was tender headed and it felt like you were entering a boxing match every time you attempted to comb and brush through her thick tresses. You hunched over on the bed, painting your toe nails with your favorite red nail polish from your local beauty supply and your head rested on the phone that was between your shoulder and ear - listening to your best friend, Pearline, on the other side of the phone.

She wanted you to go to a kickback with her; she was messing with Sammie aka Preacher Boy who lived around the block from you. She would gush about him saying that he was the sweetest man she'd ever been with - not to mention he had the best head - telling you stories about how good he would eat her out. You would spit out a: "Girl!" every time she would share a little too much, but you were happy for her - maybe a tad bit jealous too.

You didn't want Sammie - he was like a little brother to you; it was his older cousin that made your heart race. You and Stack had a thing in the past, the relationship was heavy, intense, and passionate. You genuinely thought that he could be the one, but out of the blue he left Mississippi - with his twin brother in tow - without uttering a word about it to you. And to makes matters worse the week that he up and ghosted you found out he was fucking another girl on the side.

Mary.

You were heart broken, blowing up his pager in hopes to get some sort of answers from him - but he ignored you like the plague. Which meant you two were done.

"Who all gone be there?" You asked Pearline, careful hands slowly painted your big toe with cherry nail polish.

"Everybody, that's why you should come - it'll be fun!" She replied, you could tell she was hiding something from you.

"Who is everybody?"

A pause lingered onto the conversation, which earned an eye roll from you.

Of course...He'd be there.

News spread like wild fire around the neighborhood about the twins coming back home; you couldn't avoid the whispers about them. You were cool with Smoke - even though he kept to himself and was hard to read, but you knew he was a genuine man that held good morals within his heart.

But Stack?

He was a trifling ass man who only looked out for himself - though you did admire his fierce loyalty he had for his brother and little cousin, Sammie. But you wished that his loyalty extended towards you.

"I'm not goin', sorry sis. You have fun, though." You said cutting through the tension between you and Pearline - which made her sigh in annoyance.

"You not even gonna see him, I doubt he'd be there."

"Isn't the party at Smoke's place? You think his twin brother ain't gonna be there? Please, Stack follows Smoke around like his damn shadow." You shot back in a matter of fact tone. She couldn't argue against you about it - you were right.

If you saw one twin, the other was close by.

"Please, please come with me! I know you're still raw about it--"

"You goddamn right I'm still raw. Pearline, he left me without giving me the courtesy of tellin' me and on top of that, after everything I did for his sorry ass, he went and fucked that bitch Mary!" You shouted, cutting your friend off in the middle of her sentence.

"Swear words." Your baby niece chimed in, ear hustling the conversation you had on the phone, she couldn't understand what you were talking about due to her age, but you gave her a light mean mug - not serious enough to hurt her feelings.

"You stay outta grown folks business, watch the show or Imma kick you out my room." You reprimanded which made the girl turn her attention back onto the cartoon. A chuckle hit your ear again, Pearline's light laughter made you playfully roll your eyes.

"Look, sis. I get it - I do. But I know you don't wanna be sittin' in that hot ass house sad all night. Come out with me! Enjoy some good food, music, 'allat stuff. Fuck him, don't let him ruin your mood," she then paused as and you could tell she was smiling from ear to ear. "And some fine ass men will be there - single. It's about time you broke that dry spell."

You thought about the words she said and you thought about the pros and cons of going to the party. The pros: free booze, free bud, good music, great food, seeing friends, and potentially getting flattered by some fine ass dudes.

Cons: Elias "Stack" Moore.

"If I come you better make sure you keep him away from me." You whispered out, closing the nail polish and placing it on your wooden end table, a high pitch static scream of excitement pierced your ear through the phone - a smile clinging to your face.

"Ah! Of course! I'll come over at three - I need you to fix my hair; this girl I went to fucked me up."

"I told you! You should've just waited for me to do it."

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If it was hot inside - it was scorching outside. Sweat already formed on your body as you and Pearline walked side by side towards Smoke's home - the sound of music blast through the speakers and the smell of barbeque floated within the air made your mouth slightly water. You were ready to dance and eat. Tucking your braids behind your ear, you Pearline towards the backyard were the party resided. Opening the chain linked gate - her eyes lit up as she saw Sammie walking towards her.

"Hey, baby," He said, planting a tender kiss on her lips, holding her close towards his body. His brown irises then landed on you, giving you a warm smile. "Whatssup?" Sammie greeted you and you gave him a quick hello.

"I didn't think you was coming." Sammie chuckled out as his arm wrapped around Pearline's shoulders, lovingly leaning his weight slightly on her smaller frame.

"I wasn't - but your lil' girlfriend forced me." You jested back, which made Pearline dramatically gasp, her hand playfully slapping the warm skin on your arm.

"Sounds like her, c'mon, it's hot out here, I know you ladies could use a cold drink." Sammie tilted his head back towards the crowd that danced in the large backyard, signaling for you to follow him. The thumping of music reverberated through your body as you followed behind the couple, passing the speakers and towards the multiple coolers, 'hellos' rolling off of your lips as you briefly greeted familiar faces you saw around the neighborhood. Pearline was right - everyone was here.

"Water, beer, soda, or juice?" Sammie asked.

"Water, please." Pearline spoke as she rubbed Sammie's back, her giddy smile never fading.

"Ugh, ya'll don't got liquor?" You asked, trying your best to mask your slightly annoyed face - but Sammie could tell you weren't feeling the options he gave. With a chuckle, handing Pearline a water bottle he spoke: "We don't, technically. It's bring your own booze - but since we know you; ask Smoke, he got some stashed away, only for family."

"And I'm guessing that's the same for bud, too?" You asked with crossed arms, and Sammie nodded.

"Yea', but you're a girl, I doubt you have trouble findin' somebody who let you face a blunt or two." Sammie shrugged, which earned a jab to the side from Pearline, he quickly reassured he was only kidding.

But you knew there was some truth to within his joke. You're a pretty girl - and most of these men at the party were thirsty just to be in your presence.

"Well I ain't gonna hover over ya'll all night, I'm gonna find Smoke - I need a shot," you said but before you left you took one last gaze at Pearline, her brown eyes gazing back at you knowingly. "Make sure he don't come nowhere near me - let me know if you see him..."

"Mhm, don't worry about it." She replied.

Pushing through the crowd your eyes scanned multiple faces, trying to find the older twin within all the commotion. Couples grind against each other, oldheads getting drunk off of beers, and multiple friend groups huddled up. Some playing cards while others shared neighborhood gossip. The backyard was packed and you were thankful that there were trees around, creating multiple shady spots to cool off when needed. Noticing a familiar face leaning against a tree you slyly walked over towards him, a soft smile clinging onto your plump lips.

"Ah! If it isn't lil' big brother!" You shouted slightly over the blaring music, making Smoke snap his head towards you. Chewing on a toothpick that rested in his mouth he dipped his head towards you in respect. Smoke looked so different than the last time you saw him, he was taller and he had a stronger built. Smoke was never a scrawny man - but you could tell that he's been in the gym as his thick biceps flex with each movements of his arms.

"Whatssup," Smoke said as a sliver of a smile danced on his lips. He gave you a side hug, squeezing your shoulder slightly before letting go of you. "How you been?"

"Been better, hangin' in there, you know how it is. But whatssup with you? The big city got too small for ya'll?" You asked, you were nosy and you were unsuccessfully dry begging some information on Stack - and it seemed like Smoke could tell your intentions. Yes, you didn't want to be around Stack - and yes, you despise that man. But you also still have some love for him, even if it pained you to admit that. He held you down through some of your darkest hours; during those days were you didn't have the strength to get out of bed. Sticking to guy code and loyalty to his little brother, Smoke wouldn't spill anything to you and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Somethin' like that." He muttered as his brown eyes flicked towards the crowd quickly, making sure that people wouldn't get too rowdy in his backyard.

"Mhm, still tightlipped as ever," you sighed, resting your hands on your hips. "Sammie told me to talk to you about getting some liquor - ya'll got tequila?"

"Light or dark?"

"Dark - you already know I don't drink that light shit." You answered. Smoke tilted his head towards his home, pulling the toothpick out of his mouth as he muttered - he didn't want the party patrons getting the idea of raiding his liquor cabinet. Or worse; pestering him to spare a bottle or two.

"Inside, pass the kitchen, turn on your left. Should see a cabinet with what you lookin for." Smoke quickly replied, his deep southern accent cutting through the loud bass of the music playing.

"Thanks, Smoke."

"Don't let nobody know where you got it from and keep them outta my house. Bad enough these folks trashin' my backyard."

You gave Smoke a wide and toothy smile - some of your teeth were covered in gold caps, they weren't permanents like Smoke's or Stack's - but you would always wear them when 'special' occasions happened. And besides Stack gifted them to you on your birthday; one of the gems that adorned your gold teeth was your birthstone.

Weaving through the dancing crowd your shoulders brushing against distant relatives and strangers you would see around the neighborhood. The sweet barbeque smoke curled into the thick summer air - the smell of cooked meat, spices, and vegetables cutting through the scent of sweat, weed smoke, and spilled beer. Passing through a group that huddled around a small folding table the sound of glass bottles clinking against each other and cheers made you smile.

Today was a good day, you loved being around such good vibrations.

Stepping up onto the cracked slab of the concrete patio, your hands yanked open the sticky glass sliding door that separated the backyard chaos and the calm empty house. The air inside of the home was cooler - quieter, and the shadows from the sun setting crept across the wooden floors. With a grunt you slide the door closed and the muffling bass of the music was still heard through the thick walls. Smoke's home smelled like strong incense, lemon scented cleaner, sage, and fresh linen.

Annie had definitely been here prior.

Moving with purpose now, the sound of your sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor revibrated through you and your eyes scanned for the liquor cabinet - following the directions Smoke gave you. Turning the corner your irises were met with a large brown cabinet that was filled to the brim with all sorts of spirits and drinks. Making a brisk track towards it your hand ghosted over the handle, pulling open the glass door and reaching in to grab the bottle of tequila. Reposado - your favorite.

The bottle was full and the glass was slightly cold under your warm hands, with a sigh of victory you turned on your heel to make your way back outside. But then you paused. Standing in the small hallway of the home your eyes lingered on the golden sunrays that pooled onto the floor, the front door of the home was open, only the thin mesh of the screen door was holding back the bugs and summer air from entering. You knew Smoke wouldn't be the type to just let his front door wide open - even if him and half of the men in this party weren't lacking any 'peacekeepers', you're sure it would bother him if someone he didn't know would stumble into his home causing trouble.

Walking towards the open door in an attempt to close it shut, your legs turned into jelly and your heart raced as if you just got done running a marathon. Across the small stretch of dead grass on the front lawn and cracked pavement on the side walk, your irises lingered onto him.

Stack.

He sat lazily in the diver seat of the light brown lowrider, it's rims obnoxiously gaudy, they were gold and it seemed like wheels could barely fit the body of the car. The engine was off but he sat with the car door wide open, surrounded by some guys you met in passing through the neighborhood - his friends. Laughing too loud their words exchanged between each other were sharp and quick witted, yet long and casual like summer itself.

Stack was shining in gold like always, but now you've noticed he adorned more accessories than the last time you saw him. Multiple golden chains rested around his neck, gold glistening from the sunlight as he adjusted his watch that wrapped around his wrist, and the bright red color gem stones shined within the rings that he wore.

Smoke wore some jewelry too. Three chains - one of them was a Jesus piece - a watch and golden teeth just on the side of his mouth. His jewelry wasn't extravagant but anyone with a good eye could tell it was expensive. But Stack? He looked as if he was a pharaoh - the he himself was made out of gold.

A red tee balled up in Stack's lap, revealing his strong biceps and arms, the white tank top clung onto his skin and the soft cotton only accentuated his muscles even more. You remember those long winter nights of running your hands over his hard chest, feeling each and ever dip and valley of the muscles on his body. How your lips would kiss his abs, trailing down lower and lower...

He looked good.

All you could do was just watch and stare, the tequila bottle hanging loosely in your hands, dangerously close to dropping the glass bottle. Your reservations about seeing him melted away, you wanted to open the door and call out his name - to see if he still felt the same way about you. But then the memories of him ghosting you, ignoring any and all attempts of you reaching out to him; and the fact that he had another girl on the side made the butterflies in your stomach turn sickening.

With a bitter chuckle to yourself, you turned on your heel and made your way back towards the party.

This night will interesting to say the least.

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A few hours passed and the sky melted into a deep burnt orange color as the sun dipped behind the multiple rooftops, disappearing from the sky in due time. The orange and scorching glow washed over the multiple brown bodies that danced on the makeshift dancefloor, red plastic cups and sweat-slicked skin shined brightly within the summer afternoon.

The party didn't slow though - it only grew louder, brighter, more alive as more people showed up. You were feeling good - no, you were feeling great. The multiple shots of tequila you shared with Pearline pushed away all the negative emotions you felt hours prior, not to mention the sun that nipped at your skin made you a little bit sun-drunk. The burn of the liquor grounded you - and you were laughing again - joking with Pearline as you both swatting away dudes who couldn't get the hint that ya'll weren't interested.

You told Pearline that you saw Stack earlier and she asked if you wanted to leave - she reassured that she'd leave with you without complaints - but you told her it was fine, as long as Stack kept his distance you'd gladly stay.

"He's not gonna mess with you, sis. I got you" Pearline whispered in your ear with a supportive smile dancing on her lips. You nodded your head as you reached for the juice - using it as a chaser to kill the bite from the tequila shots. Both of you sat side by side on cheap plastic chairs, your knees touching against hers. Sammie who was once standing besides Pearline now stood in front of the patio, he was DJing now and your eyes would flick between Pearline and Sammie as she shouted cheers.

They were cute together, like lovesick school kids.

Sammie was in the zone, his head nodding with the thunderous beat and skillful fingers glide across the board, and the bass from the chopped and screwed beat rippled through the joyous crowd. Your smile widen now, showing of the golden grills that adorn your teeth, and your body relaxed into the rhythm and for a moment you almost forgot about Stack.

Almost.

Your eyes noticed the backdoor sliding open and there he was in all of his glory.

Stack.

He was wearing that same balled up red Nike shirt from earlier, shielding the white cotton tank, but you could see the soft fabric peaking through the collar and under the chains around his neck. He moved with purpose as he stepped down the concrete slab; making his way towards the party. That same easy going smile that you use to worship danced across his handsome face, gold teeth catching the light of the ember sunset. He dapped up Sammie, whispering something in the younger cousin's ear, which made him shake his head with a small laughter escaping his lips. And his focus was placed on the DJ board again.

Stack dapped up the people who were brave enough to say hello, he was like a magnet that pulled people's attention towards him without even trying. And even though the sun heat rays beat down on you - an oppressive chill ran cold through your body as he went deeper into the party - towards you.

The tequila and juice twisted within your stomach and your breathing became rapid - you weren't the type of get sick off of liquor - you can handle your drink. But seeing Stack, the heat, and the unfortunate decision of taking a few shots without eating first made you dizzy. Pearline noticed your once mellow mood turning sour and without a word she placed a calming touch on your thigh. Your eyes met with hers briefly and she whispered affirmations in your ear - telling you to take a deep breath and that you both could leave now.

You told her it was okay between long breathes, but your jaw was clenched tight and your hands gripped onto the plastic arm rest of the chair, your leg bouncing with rapid successions. Her hand didn't leave your skin as she handed you a cold bottle of water - and you chugged the bottle as if you've haven't drank anything in days.

Brown familiar irises flicked towards you and your eyes widen like saucers, as if you saw a ghost. Stack noticed you; of course he did. He could pick you out any crowd like it was nothing - like it was second nature to him. His smile curled up in a mischievous grin, but that smile wasn't full of an apology nor regret of hurting you so bad - but instead his golden grin was laced with nothing but cockiness that use to send butterflies to your core, making your heart race with desire and need.

It still did.

With a tilt of his head, Stack signaled you to come over to him, as if nothing problematic happened between the two of you - as if he never left you high and dry. You didn't move, you barely even flinched and you broke eye contact with him, your gaze lingering on the card game that was happening behind you. Slim was chattering away about how folks just don't know how to play the game. The biting warmth of the tequila was now replaced with a cold sting in your heart, you hope that Stack would cut his losses and leave you alone.

But that wasn't him, he never gave up.

Leaning off of the wooden fence he casual shuffled through the dancing crowd, people stepped out of his way without him even uttering a single word while his eyes were still trained on you. He reached you and Pearline within seconds.

She stood up from the chair, her hands resting on her hips as she spoke: "Uh, uh. Not tonight, boy."

But Stack was barely moved by her warning as his smirk only grew. Raising his hands up in a playful display of innocence his dark eyes flicked between you and Pearline who shielded you from his sultry gaze.

"Relax," Stack casually said as he placed his hands to sides, his head lulling back to see your expressions at hearing his voice. "I ain't here to start no drama. This a party, I just wanted to know if ya'll enjoyin' it, that's all."

But he was only met with silence from you and Pearline. You were still sitting in the plastic chair, your arms crossed over your chest as Stack's intense gaze never left your body. You wore a baby blue color tube top with dark acid washed shorts that stopped just above the curve of your ass, and your white Nike cortez with blue accents kicked at the small patch of dirt.

Your eyes refuse to even look at him.

"Damn, baby. You still mad at me?" Stack chuckled out with a knowing glint in his eyes - he was loving the tension between the two of you, even as toxic as it sounded - he liked when you were pissed off, it made him feel wanted and desired. It also didn't hurt that the make up sex would be more tender the angrier he made you.

You replied with a short irritated grunt and leered at him, giving off the vibe of 'don't test me', and your body stayed stock still in the chair. A small laugh escaped Stack's plump lips, he knew he was getting under your skin - and he soaked up each and every annoyed sigh you sent his way.

Stack's intense gaze pulled away from you and landed on Slim who slammed down a playing card on the plastic table. The older man was complaining about the new age music that was popular today.

"Slim, whatssup with you, unc?" Stack called out, which made Slim's face lit up. They both dapped each other up as the older man reclaimed his seat.

"Nothin' much, just tellin' these cats about some real music. None of that 'bitches and hoes' nonsense ya'll be listing to," Slim then took a sip from his flask, his face twisting at the bitter taste of liquor hitting his lips. "What happen to lovin' a woman, cherishin' her - takin' her out and bein' tender on her. Nowadays I wonder if ya'll actually love these queens."

"Look man; I ain't got love for these hoes, the only thing I love is pussy and money - ain't nobody tryna hear all that mushy shit tonight." Stack laughed, which earn a roar of chuckles from the men that were playing cards with Slim - some of them even dapped up Stack at his statement. Slim shook his head and waved his hand towards Stack, as if shooing him away.

But his harsh words stung at your heart and the burning sensations of tears nipped at your eyes, Pearline noticed this but before she could comfort you - you pushed yourself out of the chair, the legs of it scrapped against the concrete, silencing the laughter between the men. You raced towards the crowd as you made your way to Smoke's house. Multiple eyes followed you pushing through the dancefloor. Pearline glared at Stack and something within the man tinged with remorse.

He finally realized that you were hurt and that this wasn't a game anymore.

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The house was empty and the tequila in your veins burned with heartbreak and rage. Your legs rushed down the hallway and with hasty movements you flung open the bathroom door, slamming it loudly behind you. Cold tile met the burning skin of your back as your hands shielded your face, your breath hitching within your throat until it finally snapped like a rubber band.

Tears spilled freely from your eyes, slipping pass the cracks between your fingers as your body shook with each wail. With trembling lips your mind raced. You thought that you could handle it, that seeing him wouldn't wound you. But hearing Stack talk as if nothing mattered, as if he wasn't even affected by your presence made you feel hollow inside. He didn't just leave - he thrown you away. And that shit cuts deep, it felt like a knife hit your gut from his casual actions towards you.

A knock cut through your cries as your head throb with an ache, inhaling the sharp cold bathroom air your fingers wiped away the smeared makeup on your face due to the tears.

"Yea', you can come in." You whispered out, you assumed that Pearline was on the other side of the door - it made sense because only close friends of the twins were allowed to enter the vacant house. The sound of the door creaking open sent a wave of embarrassment through you.

But it wasn't Pearline your eyes were meet with.

It was Stack.

Stepping inside of the small bathroom he quietly closed the door behind him. His expression was different from the charming smile he wore prior to making you cry, all the jokes and cocky aura melted away like ice under the heat of the Mississippi sun. Guilt tugged Stack's face as he looked over your tear stained cheeks, your mascara running and your cherry red lipgloss slightly smeared from your hands pressing closely to your face.

"I-I didn't know you were cryin'." Stack muttered softly, his body leaning on the door and his brown eyes refusing to leave your shaking form. You didn't reply to him and you bit your lip, the gold teeth in your mouth slightly jabbing against the plump skin on your bottom lip. Glaring at Stack through glossy eyes you shook your head - you were growing tired of his antics.

"Hey, I didn't come in here to hurt you I just--"

"But you did hurt me, Stack! You did!" You shouted, cutting him off from his rambling. Your arms were crossed around yourself in an attempt to self soothe the anxiety that was threatening to spill over. Silence fell over the two of you and his eyes soften at your words.

"You left me like I wasn't shit. No goodbyes, not even a fuckin' breakup call! A-And then I find out you cheated on me with some bitch who lives in the suburbs," you shook your head as a pained smile danced across your lips, and with teary eyes you continued. "And now you show up and act like nothin' happened between us - you're such a joke, Stack."

Stack looked down as his hands rested in the pockets of his pants, guilt crashing into him like waves in a tsunami. He felt like shit hearing those words escape from your mouth - but those words were the truth - the bitter truth. He wasn't a good boyfriend to you; yes he took care of you, he praised you, and he adored you - but good to you? That wasn't the case. He treated you like a random fling even though the feelings he felt about you were so much more intense.

"I'm a coward," Stack mumbled. "I-I just didn't know how to be with you and still become the man I wanted to be."

"Oh, boo-hoo! You ain't even try!" You snapped as your voice cracked with each word you cried out, you hated how hurt you sounded and how raw you felt. Stack didn't flinch at your words and with a roll of his shoulders he spoke again, his southern accent curling around your ears like music.

"I was scared, I thought if I left without tellin', you'd realize that I'm no good - that you'll move on to someone better," he stepped closer towards you and the feeling of his shirt lightly grazing the exposed skin of your crossed arms. "But when I came back in town; I asked about you, and I was happy to know that you were still here - that maybe I could start over and fix this shit."

The air between you two were thicker now, more intense, and you couldn't take your eyes off of Stack.

You didn't want to.

"I never stopped thinkin' about you," he whispered low. "Even when I tried to, you were always on my mind when I left, I damn near felt lost without you."

"Then why you actin' like I never meant anything to you?"

Stack's lips twitched and his expression looked like he was scanning his scattered thoughts, as if trying to find the right words to say. His large and calloused hand reached out slowly, hovering over your arms, unsure if he could touch you without you swatting his hand away.

"Because if I admit to myself just how much you mean to me; then I woulda had to realize that I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me too..."

A tight lump formed in your throat at his words, you wanted to scream in his face, to push him out the bathroom and tell him to leave you alone - forever.

But you didn't.

You just stared at him as your chest heaved with shallow breaths. You hated him, you loved him, you missed him, and you never wanted to see him again. Your hands moved as if they had a mind of their own and you rested them on his broad shoulders, the feeling of the soft fabric under your fingers sent shockwaves and aching desire towards your core. Stack was the man that ruined you - but he was also the same one who built you up when no one would have.

Stack shuttered out a sigh of relief under your touch, as if feeling your hand press against his tense muscles was all he needed. His strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling your frame towards his, and his forehead rested on your bare shoulder. The party that was just outside of the door was muffled by the heavy breathing that escaped both of your lungs.

Leaving his head from the crook of your neck - both of your eyes clashed with each other - neither one of you breaking the intense gaze. And with a passing second your lips met his, the kiss was soft as if your bodies were trying to get reacquainted with each other, and his strong hands raced over your backside - clinging onto you as if you'd disappear from his touch.

The once soft kiss grew deeper - more hungry. And your fingers interlocked behind his head, the cold feeling of the multiple chains he wore grazed your knuckles. Tears still clung onto your long lashes as Stack cupped your face in his hand, both of your tongues fighting and dancing against each other. The taste of weed and alcohol filled your mouth as his bit your lip, begging you if he could go further pass just kissing.

You knew that you shouldn't do this; he hadn't earn to touch you like this again, he hadn't fix the broken heart that he shattered brutally, and he hadn't changed enough to re-enter your life as if he never left. But your heart, so tender and pure, still remembered those nights were he held you close. Making love to you and touching you places where only he knew that made you shiver in ecstasy.

"This doesn't mean I forgive you, Stack."

"I know, baby. But lemme show you how much I missed you."

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You and Stack slipped through the dark and quiet home like ghosts, his strong hands held your waist flush against his body as he guided you through the dark hallways of his older brother's house. The wooden floorboards creaked and groan beneath your feet with each step you both took. Stack's lips brushed the soft skin of your shoulder, placing tender kisses up your neck - just stopping below your ear.

You could feel his growing bulge pressing against your ass as his steady and firm hands grasp at your waist, a shiver of delight rushed through your body as memories of him fucking you made the ache between your thighs grow in anticipation. You grinded your self onto Stack which only made him quicken the pace through the house.

Your pulsed quicken under his open mouth and you could feel him smiling against your skin, cutting through the neat living room, you and Stack reached the guest bedroom. With careful hands he slowly turned the knob and his head lulling back to make sure no one saw the two of you sneaking inside of the bedroom. When the coast was clear - you both shuffled into the room. His arm still wrapped around your waist and quiet click was heard, he locked the door making sure no one would interrupt the two of you.

The once burnt orange of the evening sunset had faded away; now the blue shadows of nighttime crept into the dark room, the silver moonlight pooling across the empty bed and you turned on your heel, crashing your lips against his and his hands squeezing your ass. You gasp at the feeling of his ring slightly scraping against the skin of your ass, which made him deepen the kiss again. Your hands tightly gripped his shirt within your fist, pulling him closer until the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

Stack adjusted his body weight as he hovered over you, making sure that he wouldn't crush you underneath him, and the sound of his jewelry clinking against each other made your head spin. You bit his lip as he pulled away from the kiss, which earned a low hiss from him. You smiled lazily as his knowing hands traced over the hem of your shorts, his fingers tracing small shapes over the denim pockets until they landed on the button.

You began to kick your shoes off as Stack unbutton your shorts, your lip tugged between your teeth as you watched his movements. The sound of the zipper becoming undone made a wave of arousal clung at your already soaking pussy and your hips slightly bucked forward as Stack slowly pulled your shorts off, leaning on your forearms you raised your hips - helping him slip off the denim on your body.

All you wore now was your tube top, cotton panties with a small bow at the waistband, and white cotton socks. He reached for your shirt but you swatted his hands away from the thin fabric.

"If I take a piece of clothing off it's only fair that you do too." You whispered, showing off the golden grills that Stack gifted you years ago. Seeing your already beautiful smile made his heart flutter - but the sight of you with golden capped teeth made his already stiffening member grow even harder - the man was straining against his pants.

With nimble fingers Stack pulled off his shirt along with the tight beater that clung onto his hard muscles, he was shirtless now and his multiple chains glistened under the moonlight - the diamonds danced against his brown skin and it looked as if he himself was glowing. Laying on his back you straddled him and your hands steered his towards your top, his chestnut colored irises lit up when he felt your breast through your shirt.

"When you get your titties pierced?" He asked as he pinched the sensitive buds on your chest, making you grind your soaking core against his jeans, you could feel his dick twitch within his pants as you continue to rock your hips.

"A couple of weeks after you left; I wanted somethin' different."

"Fuck, baby. Lemme see 'em." Stack requested as both of your hands slipped off the blue top over your head. A small giggle escaped your lips at the sight of his face; his mouth went slack and his eyes were glued to your half nude body. His calloused hands raced across your skin and the sound of him kicking off his sneakers made you look back and with strong arms he pulled himself towards the headboard of the bed with you still sitting on his lap.

Once situated his hands cupped your breast and his thumbs slowly rolled over the pierced buds, slightly pressing down on the silver jewelry that adorn your chest, a shiver ran up your spine as you moaned out his name. You nipples were already sensitive, but after getting them pierced that sensitivity doubled, and you were practically shaking within Stack's arms.

With one hand he pinched your nipple, the sharp yet pleasurable sensation zapped through your body and straight to your aching pussy, his free hand held onto your hip as he lowered his head and latched his mouth onto your breast. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked your nipple, his teeth slightly pulling at the jewelry. Your nails dug into his strong shoulders as you threw your head back, encouraging words fell from your lips as you begged him to keep going and how good you were already feeling.

Stack hummed against your chest and your hand lovely stroked his hair carefully as to not mess up his waves. His tongue swirled your nipple as he helped you grind yourself on his hard dick, he still had his pants on as his hips bucked into you. With a wet pop, he release your breast from his mouth, biting his lip when your eyes connected again.

"You're too damn sexy, baby. I need to taste her. It's been too long and I know she misses me..." Stack whispered against your chest. He would always refer to your pussy as 'she' or 'her' when he got in this mood.

And you loved it.

"Feel how much she missed you, baby." You said into his open mouth as your hand guided his towards your wet sex, you still wore your panties but that didn't stop Stack from rubbing small circles on your clothed clit while his ring finger pressed against your entrance through the thin fabric. You humped against his hand which made a chuckle fall from his hips, his eyes trained on the movements of your hips against hand.

"Take these off, they gettin' in the way." He stated, which you gladly did, listening to his demand without a second thought. Leaning on his back against the soft blanket of the bed your breast pressed firmly onto his hard and well trained muscles on his chest. Your hips rising off of his body as you slide your panties off, kicking the soaked fabric off of your legs.

With a quick peck on the lips, Stack guided you to climb higher, your exposed pussy now in view as your hands rested on the headboard. Stack rested his head on the many pillows within the bed and his warm breath against your thigh made you tremble in anticipation. Lowering your hips with his hands, you were now sitting on his face, and his tongue flatten against your clit. Rolling your hips you began to ride his face, his tongue lazily yet full of expertise swiped across your aching entrance.

The tip of his tongue circled your clit and the rough feeling of his grills rubbing against the sensitive bud as he raced his tongue across your sex made you shiver. Stack's strong hands held onto your hips as he guided them against the movements of his tongue, with a vice grip you held onto the wooden headboard, and your eyes gazed down at the man. His brown eyes looked up at you, soaking up all of the curves on your body and the sweet taste of your pussy that danced on his tongue made him roll his eyes back in pleasure.

"Ugh, fuck!" You groaned out as your hips bucked against his face. Stack's lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud and the overbearing sensation made you lean forward; resting your cheek on the headboard. You chanted out Stack's name - his actual name - as if it was a holy hymn. Hearing his name roll sweetly off of your tongue made Stack's head spin, and with strong arms he held onto your waist, leaning himself over.

You let out a small yelp in surprise as your once steady grip on the headboard disappeared - now replaced with soft bedsheets. Your body weight rested on your shoulders and your legs were up in the air, Stack's arms were wrapped around your torso, pulling you close to his muscular chest. Working over your core Stack slowly slipped his middle finger inside you and the feeling of his rings grazing your clit earned a giggle of pleasure from you.

With precise movements Stack moved his hand, pressing his finger in and out of your pussy as his lips kissed your inner thigh, and the feeling of his mustache tickled at your skin. Your hands rested on the bedsheets, gripping the fabric within your fist. Stack added another finger in, the wet sounds of your pussy echoed through the room, and the slick sounds only made him speed up his movements.

Stack's fingers were now fully inside of you, his ring and middle finger filling you up as they skillfully worked over your core. High pitched moans fell from your lips as your feet fluttered from the pleasure, and the familiar intense feeling swarmed towards your core. Stack pulled his mouth away from your pussy as his fingers began fucking into you. He whispered promises to you that you know he'd never keep, but in this moment you believed every word he spoke - lapping up those lies as if they were dipped in honey.

Within an instant a wave of euphoria crashed into you and a loud cry of pleasure escaped your lungs. Your body trembled within his vice grip, trying it's best to regulate itself from experiencing coming so hard on his thick fingers.

"Mhm, just like that, baby." Stack praised with a cocky smile plastered on his handsome face, his fingers continued to thrust into your sensitive core, which earned a cry from overstimulation from you. Your hands clung onto his forearms in an attempt to slow the pace of his fingers, taking the hint he slowly pulled them out of you, and with a playful slap against your pussy - he released you from his tight grasp - your body laying limp on the bed as he stood up.

Catching your breath your eyes danced over Stack's toned body, his hands unbuckling his belt, slipping off his jeans and boxers in one swift movement freeing himself. Stack was big, and each time he would fuck you after a fight, you'd walk with a limp the next day. His thick and heavy member twitched with anticipation of fucking you again after all these years. Stack's mind would wonder towards your body when he would touch himself or decided to fuck some random woman he would entertain during those grueling years in Chicago.

But his hands weren't yours and those women weren't you.

Pumping himself with his hand Stack flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling you close to him so your lower half dangled off the edge of the bed. You looked over your shoulder as you watched Stack's face twist with pleasure as he slowly entered you.

"Fuck..." He groaned out as his hands held onto your hips. The feeling of your pussy squeezing around him almost made him come right then and there, he was convinced that you both were made for each other - you were the only woman who could have that kind of effect on his body by just entering. Pushing himself all the way in, he paused his hips, savoring the feeling of you, and also helping you adjust yourself to him. You were so tight and so wet, he could stay in your pussy for hours if you let him.

"C'mon, Elias..." You begged as you began rocking your hips, urging the man to fuck you, which he gladly did. High pitched grunts fell from your lips with each thrust he made and the arch in your back became to much to support by yourself, his strong arms pushed you flush against the bed while holding your waist to keep your back arched against his powerful thrust of his hips. Your legs turned into jelly as they shook underneath you and your feet barely touched the ground - you were practically standing on the tips of your toes.

"Keep fucking me, keep fucking me!" You begged out between moans, Stack was rendered to only grunts and groans, but that didn't stop him from replying to you - in his own way of course. With a swift smack he landed a sharp slap against the plush skin of your ass, making you hiss out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He continued fucking into you, smacking your ass, and holding your waist in a vice grip.

You sure you'll have bruises later.

Leaning upwards you turned your head with your mouth open, signaling to him that you wanted a kiss. Stack's needy lips crashed into yours as your tongue danced across his, you could taste how sweet you truly were on his lips and mustache. Your golden grills bumped into his in the passionate make-out session and his heavy body was leaning flush against your sweaty back. His chest heaved shallow breaths as his hips sporadically bucked into you - feeling his hard cock inside of you twitch you knew he was close.

And so you were.

Pulling away from the sloppy kiss, the string of saliva that connected between both of your bottom lips snapped, and Stack rested his head onto your shoulder. The same familiar feeling of overbearing pleasure that needed to be alleviated came back within your abdomen, and with a loud cry you came on Stack's dick. Your eyes rolled back as your fist gripped the bedsheets below you.

"Damn, baby. W-Where you want it?"

"Inside me, baby."

And without missing a beat Stack came too, a guttural groan reverberated through his body and crashed into you. The feeling of his hard jewelry pressing into your back grounded you as you catch your breathe, and the warm feeling of his come filling you up made you smile in relief. You both paused your movements and Stack was still inside of you, rolling his shoulders he slowly pulled out of you - which made you groan from the sensation. You rested your sore body onto the bed and your cheek rested on a soft pillow. Stack smiled as he playfully patted your ass.

"Good shit, baby." He smiled which made you roll your eyes, turning your head to look away from him, trying your best to kind the lopsided smile that clung onto your lips.

"You're so annoy--" but before you could finish your statement a sharp knock was heard on the door, the handle violently jiggling between each knock.

"Stack? I know ya'll ain't in there doin' what I think ya'll doin'!" The voice of Smoke shouted behind the lock door. Stack spat out a 'shit' and quickly sat up from the bed, putting on his boxers as he wiped his face with the back of his hand that was covered in your juices. You sat up and your eyes widen in alarm as you reached for your clothes, but Stacked waved at you to stop your movements.

Unlocking the door Stack's body stood in front of the small crack, hiding your naked form. Hushed whispers were shared between the twins and you assumed that Stack was getting cursed out by his older brother and with a sharp: "Clean that fuckin' room before ya'll leave." Smoke slipped away from the door, which made Stack shout back in his usual playful tone.

"I was already gon' do that!" And he closed the door behind him, sucking his teeth as he threw himself onto the bed next to you, making you bounce a bit from his added weight on the mattress. Brown eyes stared into each other as silence now fell over the two of you. Leaning in to close the space between each other Stack ran his fingers through your hair, tucking the braid behind your ear, and the sound of his chains clinking against each other made you ease under his touch.

"I'm so tender on you, girl...I promise I'll do right by you; just give me another chance." Stack whispered, his eyes training on your features as you bit your lip. You were terrified of being hurt by him again, but you were also scared living the rest of your days without feeling his touch too. Reaching for his shoulder you pulled him closer towards you - your lips ghosting over his and you finally gave him your answer.

"Okay, but don't mess this up..."

[remmickcherie]

Can’t wait !! 🎀🩰💵

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ: ᴀʟʟ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ | ᴇʟɪᴀꜱ “ꜱᴛᴀᴄᴋ” ᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠!𝐀𝐮

pairings: Elias "stack" Moore x black!fem!reader

(𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐫𝐧)

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 (ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴏɴ…)

Lil taglist — @deadvilesworld

[chromehoney]

“AT THE SAME DAMN TIME.”, chap one, chapt two, chap three.

synopsis; After a messy, short-lived situationship with Stack—reckless, flirtatious, and all the wrong kinds of possessive—you swear you’re done with hood boys who can’t keep up. But when you drop something off at his mother’s store and find both Stack and his older twin brother Smoke inside, something shifts.

“Don’t let me walk out this house lookin’ basic.”

You sat in Sevyn’s bathroom, your legs crossed under you while she dipped into edge control and eyed her parts in the mirror. A pile of synthetic hair bundles sat between y’all like some kind of offering. You’d been braiding each other’s hair for years, but today? It felt different. Intentional. A little…competitive.

Because Smoke and Stack were gonna be at that party. And like Sevyn said earlier—this had to be bitch-you-lost-me loud. Your hair was already halfway done—soft, loose boho knotless braids with curly ends that framed your face like silk. Sevyn’s would match. You told everyone it was so y’all could be twins for the summer.

By the time y’all were finished, the sun was getting low, casting that golden hour light on your skin as you both stood in the mirror, checking your angles. Sevyn wore a lime green swimsuit with clear heels. You chose the cherry-red bikini—the one Mary would’ve killed to fit the way you did. You tied a mesh skirt around your waist, hoop earrings in, clear gloss shined up, gold anklet catching the light.

“You look like a damn problem,” Sevyn said, snapping a photo. “Good,” you smirked. “I wanna ruin somebody’s night.”

•several hours later,

The bass from the backyard speakers was deep enough to vibrate through your chest. The crowd was thick—bodies half-drunk, glittering in oil and chlorine. You and Sevyn walked in side-by-side, braids swinging, skin glowing, confidence high.

Y’all mingled with a few people you knew from high school, laughed over plastic cups, and dipped your feet in the pool before finally slipping in waist-deep. The water was warm from the sun, and for a moment—you almost forgot about the real reason you were here. Until you saw him.

Smoke.

Fresh cut, black tee stuck to his chest, chain resting against his collarbone. He wasn’t in the pool, just standing to the side with a drink in his hand, cigar tucked behind his ear, eyes locked on you like you were the only thing worth watching.

But then—him.

Stack.

Leaning back in one of the patio chairs, shirtless, glistening, laughing with his head tilted back. And sitting next to him? Mary. Long-legged. Bikini too small. Hair damp from the pool. And she was giggling like she’d never heard a joke that funny in her life. Your smile dropped. Your stomach twisted. Ugly and mean. You didn’t even notice the way your lips pushed into a pout until Sevyn whispered, “Bitch, relax.”

You inhaled once. Smoothed your expression. Then let a slow smirk spread across your face. “Nah,” you said, wading toward the steps. “I’m good.” You walked up to Smoke, water still dripping from your thighs, mesh skirt clinging to your curves. His eyes followed the drops. Then rose—slow and hooded—to meet yours. “You always watch this hard, or is it just me?”He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. “It’s you,” he said simply.

You stepped closer, real close. Chin tilted up. The music slowed into something bass-heavy and slick, and suddenly you didn’t care who was watching. “And what you gon’ do about it?” Smoke set his drink down. Palmed the back of your waist, warm and confident, drawing you into him with quiet heat. “Come here,” he said low.

And you did.

The kiss hit different. Slow. Warm. Wet. His lips moved like he already knew how you tasted. Like he was just confirming what he imagined. Your fingers gripped the front of his shirt, lips parting, and he kissed you again, deeper—his hand sliding down to the small of your back like he’d claimed it.

You didn’t know how long it lasted. But you knew when it ended. Because suddenly, a voice snapped from behind you.“Man, what the fuck?!” You pulled back, blinking. Stack was standing there, arms wide, face twisted up. Mary was beside him, eyes darting from you to Smoke to Stack like she couldn’t believe what was happening. “What is your problem?” she snapped at Stack.

“Why do you care if she’s over there with Smoke?!” “Because!” he barked, hands dropping. “Because it’s her! You don’t get it.”People had turned by now. Faces watching. Eyes wide. Mary threw her hands up. “No, you don’t get it! You been flirting with me, making me think—!” “Man, I don’t owe you nothin’,” Stack spat.

And right there, in front of everyone, they were yelling. Mary’s voice sharp, Stack’s louder. Your name came up once—“You was just tryna get back at her!”—but you stopped listening. Your stomach was tight. Your face hot. Smoke’s arm was still around your waist, but the moment had died. Sevyn found you quick. “We gotta go,” she whispered, already tugging your hand. “They just killed the whole damn mood.”

You nodded numbly. Turned to leave.

But before you did—you looked at Smoke. Reached in your purse. Pulled out a pen and slid it across his hand. Your number. “For when the mess dies down,” you said. You didn’t say it was to get back at Stack.You didn’t say you actually liked that kiss. You just walked off. Braids swinging Heart racing.And Smoke?

Smoke watched you go.

[cremeful]

thinking thoughts about stack using a remote controled vibrator on you … 🙈

your head is layed upon the couch arm rest, head and knees tucked into your chest as you let out little uneven breaths. your underwear soaked by the mess your making in them, your toes clenched tight as you try to not release so early.

stack is sitting next to you, more like behind rubbing small circles on your back, twitching away from his touch due to the sensitive state you’re in. “you’re doing so good for me sweetheart.”

you broke out into a sob, he slides your underwear to the side to reveal the hot pink toy nessled deep inside you. he tugs at the silicone cord at the base of the toy pulling it out of you with a ‘pop’ . he holds up the toy, inspecting it of the mess you left behind.

your eyes follow his movements, you look disheveled. face warm from embarrassment, eyes blown wide, lips swollen due to the previous actions before this.

He brings the toy up to his mouth, sucking off your arousal. “the sweetest pussy i ever tasted, you wanna tatse honey?” a pathetic whine leaves your lips nodding your head. He leans over your body, capturing your lips into a deep kiss, he slots his tongue against yours.

you taste yourself, bitter yet sweet. you try deeping the kiss but he pulls away with a laugh, “woah sweet girl, youre so needy tonight, hm?”

he sits back in his original position getting a better look at your pussy glistening from your wetness, “jesus baby, look at you” he says outloud but he’s talking to himself at this point, he takes a finger swiping in between your folds the action makes you push your hips back against his fingers.

his hand comes down on your cheeks with a firm hit, it makes you flinch away earning him a pained out ow from you. “i didn’t say to move did i?” his voice grunted out. shaking your head which is now pressed into to couch cushion.

the pink toy still in his hand, he takes it and runs it up and down your folds to collect your slick before pushing the toy inside of you “ah, there we go baby, just let me take care of you” he says peppering kisses against the side of your ass. you gasp at the sudden stretch of the toy, you reach behind you to grab stacks wrist but he holds it behind your back.

“no baby, you can take it right? remember how you took my dick? yeah just like that. good girl” he coos like your a puppy learning a new trick, it makes you clench around the toy, your drooling in the couch, face damp with little tears. “p-pa” your voice is broken, horsed from how dry it became. stack’s dick jump at the sudden nickname, never being used before.

he starts the toy with the small remote in his pocket, thrusting it in and out of you curling it upwards, hitting that soft spongy spot. your legs shut together, knees knocking into each other, pushing back into the toy.

“d-dady- hmm!” your sweet sounds going straight to your boyfriends dick. “yeah baby, what’s wrong? tell daddy.” he coos mockingly, he notices the white clearish liquid coating the toy. “oh darling, your creamin all over this thing!” you say nothing, your climax coming down on you faster than you can process it, your hands free from his graps trying to grip on to the couch, nails scratching against it.

words jumbling out, smushing together that even stack can’t understand, your vision goes white for a moment. your chest falls rapidly, body locking up. it takes a few moments for you to come back to stack but when you did, he is pressing kisses into the side of your temple and stroking your back.

stack doesn’t need to say much to pull you back to him, you naturally fall into him because you are made for him.

[decayingearf]

this goes hand and hand with her “what he gon do” fic.

stack ain doing nothing but fueling the flames omg 😩

𝖤𝗑 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 ＆𝖲𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾

𝖳𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾

𝖠／𝖭－𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 @cremeful 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗈 “𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈“ 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾

@enchanthings

[prettyfilmz]

thinking about a dose of act right from stack rn….

warning: 18+ (minors stay away)

inspired by the mean!stack drabble I read from @cremeful (I love u babyyyy)

“uh uh, move that fuckin’ hand.” stack growls, thrusting deep into you from behind, removing your hand that desperately pressed on his stomach to pin against your lower back. “you was actin’ like you ain’t got no sense with your lil’ friends earlier, this is what the fuck happens.” the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your swollen, sensitive pussy was like porn to his ears. his length was coated with a thick creamy ring that was evidence of your previous orgasms. 

“p-please d-daddy ’s too m-much.” you sobbed, breathy pants and whimpers pouring out of your mouth as his cock kissed every spot inside the warm gummy walls of your cunt. “yeah? too much? daddy goin’ too hard?” he asked in a mocking tone, continuing to fuck you with the same pace but deeper this time relishing in your high pitched moans. 

“u-uh huh…n-eed a break,” you whined, head turning to the side to meet his hard gaze with your own teary lustful stare. brown eyes filled with tears of pleasure, plump lips forming a pout. “break? you so cute,” he chuckled sadistically which sent a throb to your core. “bratty ass ain’t even say sorry but you want a break.” he placed his hand on the back of your head, pressing you down into the mattress as he pounded into you furiously.

“okay! o-okay! ‘m sorry d-daddy..” you yelped as his heavy hand smacked her ass hard. “nah that ain’t good enough for me.” stack grunts, biting his lip. “you gon’ have to be real convincin’,” his hand reaches in between your legs to rub your engorged clit in small but fast circles with his fingers. 

“fuckfuckfuck! daddy w-wait!” you pleaded, feeling your 5th(? you honestly stopped counting after the second) orgasm crash over you. a smirk played at his lips as he continued to play with your throbbing pearl, moaning with your cries. warm, clear arousal squirts from your trembling hole, painting your thighs and his own. 

“mmhmm gimme that nut baby, let it go.” he cooed as he fucked you through the aftershocks. a few moments later, he pulled out of you slowly, your pussy fluttering as it clenched around nothing. 

you plop your body down into the bed, trying to catch your breath, sniffling as you met his face again. “‘m sorry..I didn’t mean it.” you tried again. stack reached over and pressed a kiss into your curls. “I know you are,” he hummed, trailing a hand over your trembling body. “but you wanna know what you can do to really make me forgive you?”

your eyes widen with the understanding that this punishment was not at a cool down…but a warm up.

“gimme that fuckin’ mouth and maybe daddy will forgive ya’.”

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[classytiti]

Big Men

featuring: smoke x black!fem!reader x stack warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI Masterlist Here Discord link Here

them.

their huge arms.

their peppered beards.

can’t get enough of their huge, heavy cocks and the way they push past your holes like they own them. like you ain’t nothing but a plaything they pass between each other.

can’t and won’t stop thinking of Stack’s cock in your mouth while Smoke’s cock stretches you from behind, the soft feeling of your needy pussy gripping him tight, molded to his size.

their veiny arms holding you in place, a pair on your waist and a pair on your face.

the amount of saliva and cream leaving your body with every thrust, making you dehydrated, delirious.

these big men really got you obsessed.

they fuck you like they’re claiming territory, like they’re stamping their name in your bones with every stroke.

Stack's got your throat bulging, eyes watering, spit spilling out the corners of your mouth. “Look at you,” he growls, staring down at you like he’s proud of how messy he’s made you. “Good little fucktoy. You want more?”

you can’t even answer—Smoke already got your legs shaking, got you pinned by the hips and pounding so deep it feels like he’s hitting your soul.

"Greedy thing," Smoke grunts behind you, sweat dripping off his brow. “One cock ain’t enough for you, huh? You needed both of us ruining this tight little body.”

your moans break apart into sobs, pleasure too much, too full, but they don’t stop. they never stop.

Stack slaps your cheek lightly, smirking. “Keep crying, baby. Makes that throat tighter.” He shoves deeper, choking you on it, and your whole body twitches from how good it feels.

you’re nothing but their pretty mess now—wet, stuffed, shaking.

your stomach's bloated from how deep Smoke is, your jaw aches from Stack’s thickness, but you don't beg them to stop.

you beg them to keep going.

you claw at the sheets, drool dripping down your chin, body limp and wrecked between them.

and when they finally finish—Stack down your throat, Smoke deep inside your cunt—you’re left ruined, breathless, twitching from overstimulation.

but even then...

you still want more.

[decayingearf]

Heyyyy! I was wondering whether I could request a message between stack x reader. Maybe y’all have had an argument and you leave the house for some space… he texts you after asking you to come back home- please could I be quite longish?

Hope this is okay to ask. Thank you very much. XO

✗ warnings; none really (sfw), slight use of the n-word (intended blk reader), angst (kinda) wc: 1k

synopsis: an heated conversation leads to you leaving the house.

( i misread the request and wrote a whole ass fic 🤦🏽‍♀️. but you got a two for one so 🤷🏽‍♀️. i also wrote this listening to ‘ctrl’ album by sza!)

this hardly ever happened. you and elias almost never argued. especially never over mundane things.

“[𝜗𝜚] you bein’ ridiculous right now” the man spoke his southern drawl more prominent now than ever before, “don’t give me that bullshit, i know im not crazy! no woman wants her so called boyfriend to disappear for days on end without warning or explanation!” you practically shouted.

you were fed up with his macho man act. it was pissing you off that he’d fall off the face of the earth to run off with his brother to god knows where, for god knows how long.

this was your breaking point.

“ain’ nobody sayin’ you crazy, im just sayin’ im i was handlin’ business and i come home to this? you always ridin’ me ‘bout somethin’” he rebutted causing you to scoff “ please don’t insult my intelligence, elias! anybody with half a mind would feel how i feel!” “‘nd how do you feel, [𝜗𝜚]? huh?” he pushed.

“i feel neglected! unprioritized, unloved, whatever the fuck is gonna make you get it! i feel unimportant.” you told with an eyeroll. you were so through.

“you think i’ont love you? that you not important to me? who was there for you when all that shit happened with your family? nobody, just me ‘nd smoke. so trust me, you important.” stack chimed in and for the first time in this conversation, he looks interested.

you scoff frowning up, “ don’t throw that shit in my face, nobody asked you to do that shit, elias. you did all that because you wanted to! i ain’ beg you to do anything for me!” “i didn’t say it because i care [𝜗𝜚], you think if i didn’t care i would’ve did any of that shit? no so—“ you cut him off, “ so what? i should be grateful? because you did what a boyfriend supposed to do?” that was funny.

“i know niggas doing less than that for they baby mamas..we ain’ even got no kids together.” what??

“so because we don’t have kids together you not s’posed to be there for me? please tell me that’s not what you mean.” you finished before crossing your arms over your chest. “im not sayin’ that you gotta be my baby mama to get some respect but you actin’ like..” he paused.

“actin’ like i actually want my boyfriend to care about me rather than leavin’ me in the dark about shit a couple needs to discuss?” “no but you actin’ brand new like you don’t know what i do. you knew from the jump what this was.”.

“ right i knew that when we were ‘talkin’ now we’re together, you’d think you would adjust. that’s my bad for asking for too much, i guess.” you shrugged.

were you being sarcastic and petty? yes. did you care? no, next question.

he sighed in an frustrated manner, “you blowin’ me, baby. you know that i get deals and gotta go, no matter when or where. i can’t put that on hold for you!” he rebutted his voice louder now.

“you say you care and im important yet, you can’t not up and leave without explanation?” you huffed throwing your hands up, “but i get it, we can’t find some common ground? fine.” you shrugged yet again before turning your back to him, finally done with his shit.

“ c’mon baby, you know i ain’ mean it like that” he said approaching you, hand hovering above your shoulder. “well how else am i s’posed to fuckin’ take it, if that’s what you said, elias?” you swiveled around to face him as he jumped slightly.

“you know what, that’s alright. imma stay at my homegirls house tonight.” you voiced walking past him and towards the door. he inevitably caught up with you, just as you closed the door.

only things you had being, your phone, your keys, and the clothes on your back. you didn’t care. you were through with his shit.

you walked for about five minutes before receiving a message.

[desire4ella]

feeling a bit bored 🤫

YALL READY?!

[mcondance]

stack the type to use really sickeningly sweet pet names on you while he’s denying and teasing you.

he’s murmuring “aw, sweetheart” at your whining and squirming as you grapple at his belt buckle, but he keeps you pinned down and his hips pulled just far back enough to keep you from being able to make any real progress.

a croon of “hey, sweet thing,” floats over your ears when your eyes start to fill up with tears, your chest heaving as he slows his movements inside you to a sick, evil goddamn drag, pulling your soul out and fucking it back in with every cycle of his hips. “don’t be like that, baby,” he smiles, vile, lewd, beautiful.