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bluudsucka · 2 months ago

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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..."

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⋆˚✿˖° 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 ⋆˚✿˖°

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ➤ Elias “Stack” Moore

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ➤ you’re soft-spoken, virgin living with her older sister sibella finally gives in to the persistent, cocky advances of elias “stack” moore—her sister’s boyfriend’s friend.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ➤ something to feed you guys because i’ve became so not active. enjoy!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ➤ 10.3k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ➤ virginity loss, smut, rough sex, breathplay, choking, dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, black reader (but anyone can imagine themselves), dumbification, fingering, oral (f. receiving), backshots, size kink, modern au, slight pain from first time, post-sex soreness.

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚 𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚 𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

you never really cared when sibella and her man got loud.

they could be in the next room, door cracked open, her voice moaning high-pitched and desperate while his sounded like it came from his chest—gritty and mean like he enjoyed knowing she couldn’t keep quiet. it happened too often for it to phase you. maybe the first time you’d been embarrassed. maybe you’d rolled your eyes, stuffed a pillow over your head, huffed loud enough for them to hear. but now? you were used to it. background noise. like the heater kicking on or a pot boiling over.

sibella had always been the wild one. you were soft. quiet. watched and listened more than you spoke. you liked your room, your books, your own air. sibella, on the other hand, liked attention, chaos, dick. she’d tell you things you never asked to hear—how good it felt when he held her neck, how she liked it rough, how you were too uptight for your own good.

“you gon’ die with that pussy untouched,” she said one night, fresh out the shower in a towel, her eyes still lined in smudged makeup.

you just looked at her from your bed, a little amused. “and?”

“girl,” she laughed, climbing up beside you, “you act like keeping it makes you better. ain’t nobody judging you, but you really ain’t even curious?”

you shrugged. it wasn’t that you thought you were better. you just didn’t want to fake wantin’ something you didn’t feel yet. and maybe it wasn’t even about sex, just the idea of someone close—really close. breath on your skin, hands down your thighs, someone else seeing all of you. you didn’t know what that would feel like, and you didn’t think it was something you wanted to rush. sibella had called you “old-fashioned.” her boyfriend, troy, had called you “uptight” once, but you didn’t care. it was your body. and they could live how they wanted, but so could you.

until he started coming around.

stack.

the first time he showed up at your apartment, you ignored him like you always did with troy’s friends. they’d come in loud, laughing, all of them trying too hard to impress each other. chain-smoking, playing music, shouting about basketball or some shit you didn’t care about. you usually stayed in your room. maybe came out to grab something to drink or use the bathroom. most of the time they barely noticed you. but not stack.

from the second he laid eyes on you, it was like he already knew you were gonna be a problem for him. and he decided to be one right back.

“damn,” he’d said loud, grinning, watching you walk to the fridge in your house shorts. “she don’t say hi? too good to speak?”

you didn’t answer. not even a glance. pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and walked back to your room. door closed behind you.

that was the beginning.

he started showing up more after that. it didn’t matter if troy was around or not. sometimes he’d knock on your front door with food for sibella, claiming she asked him to drop it off. sometimes he’d come by just to talk to troy, linger around the living room even when the conversation dried up. you caught him staring. a lot. and he didn’t try to hide it either.

“yo,” he said one night from the couch while you passed through in leggings and a hoodie, “you ever wear anything that don’t hug that ass?”

you gave him a flat look. “do you ever shut the fuck up?”

he grinned like he liked that answer. like you fed him instead of shut him down. “mmm. lil attitude. i like that. you actin’ mean, but i know that’s just ‘cause you shy.”

you rolled your eyes. sibella laughed from the kitchen.

“you might as well get to know him,” she said later, when y’all were alone. “he not that bad. cocky, yeah. but that’s just how he is. underneath all that extra shit, he cool.”

you weren’t convinced. but three months of him showing up, finding you in whatever room you tried to hide in, cracking jokes, complimenting your skin, your mouth, your shape—he wore you down. maybe it was the way he’d make you laugh without meaning to. or the fact that when you actually sat down and talked to him, he had more to him than you thought. he was smart. surprisingly observant. he’d tell you about his childhood, his mom, his twin brother. and when you spoke, he listened. remembered little things you said in passing and brought them up days later.

“you like strawberry cream in your coffee, right?”

“you said you like sade—put this on.”

“you was talkin’ ‘bout them earrings you saw at the mall. i got you a pair.”

and it started getting harder to treat him like the rest.

you didn’t mean to let your guard down. but it was hard not to with him. stack had a charm about him that crept up slow. he was always touching you. not in ways that crossed lines at first—just light brushes against your waist when he passed behind you in the kitchen, knuckles on your thigh when he leaned too close, fingers tucking a curl behind your ear. at first, you shut it down. pushed his hand off your leg. shifted away from his body. made sure he knew you weren’t that type of girl. but he never got mad. never pushed. he just gave you that same cocky-ass smile like he knew you’d give in eventually.

“you playin’ hard to get,” he said once, his thumb dragging lazy circles across your bare knee. “but you like that i’m on you. you just don’t know what to do with it yet.”

you didn’t even respond. but your breath had caught in your throat when he said it. and he noticed.

he always noticed.

still, you never told him you were a virgin. it wasn’t something you wanted to throw out casually. you figured he probably assumed you were just picky. maybe waiting for the right one. sibella never told him, and you doubted troy knew either. and honestly, you liked keeping that part of you tucked away.

then came that one night.

it was a friday. sibella and troy had gone out, probably wouldn’t be back ‘til the next morning. you were stretched out on the couch in your usual—short shorts, tank top, no bra, nipples pressing faintly through the fabric. you weren’t trying to be sexy, but you weren’t hiding either. you texted elias just outta boredom.

you busy?

he texted back quick.

for you? nah. slide thru? or you want me over there?

come here.

ten minutes later, he was knocking.

he smelled like his cologne, the one you were starting to recognize. brought a little weed with him, a smirk that made your stomach flutter even though you pretended it didn’t. y’all rolled up on the floor first, sitting cross-legged across from each other, talking shit. smoke drifted lazy through the room. the air got thick, quiet between laughs and teasing.

you felt good. loose. warm behind the eyes.

“i don’t get you,” he said low, leaning back on his elbows, watching you from the couch now. “you sexy as hell, smart, got that attitude on you… but you act like you scared of me.”

“i ain’t scared,” you said, biting your lip slightly.

“nah. you are. or maybe you scared of you. ‘cause if i touch you again, you gon’ fold. i see it all on your face.”

you didn’t answer. you were already crawling into his lap, slow and deliberate like your body moved before your brain. the weed had you floatin’. his eyes locked on yours, waiting.

“yeah?” he said, hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, fingertips just under the edge of your shorts. “you sure you want me touchin’ you?”

you nodded, heart racing.

you kissed him. for real this time. not like the other stolen little moments when he’d pressed his mouth to yours and you turned your head too quick. this was deep. hot. full of tongue. he gripped your hips tighter, groaning into your mouth like he’d been holding back too long.

his hands moved. over your ass, up your back, fingers gripping the sides of your tank. he kissed your neck, sucked at the curve of your collarbone. heat spilled down your belly. your legs were straddling him now, his dick hard under you through his sweats, pressing up against your core.

he flipped you under him, moving slow like he was waiting for you to say no. one hand slipped down your stomach, toward the waistband of your shorts, and just when he hooked his fingers in—

“wait,” you whispered.

his eyes flicked up.

“what’s up?”

“i’m a virgin.”

his face went blank. still. he blinked, mouth parted just slightly like he didn’t hear you right.

“what?”

you looked away. “i ain’t never… like, at all.”

he sat back on his heels, staring at you for a long second.

“you serious?”

you nodded.

he exhaled slow, ran a hand down his face.

“…fuck.”

his “fuck” lingered in the air like heat.

for a second, you thought he might leave. thought maybe you read it wrong—maybe the way he’d chased you down for months didn’t mean he actually wanted you like that. maybe it was just for show, a game to get you to break. but he didn’t move. didn’t get up. didn’t pull away either.

he just looked at you different now. softer, but still sharp. eyes a little darker. mouth twitching like he had a hundred thoughts moving at once.

“…you shoulda told me that shit,” he muttered, finally. “damn.”

you swallowed, feeling small under him, but not in a bad way. just new. raw. like being seen too clearly.

“you mad?”

he shook his head slowly. “nah. i ain’t mad. just… surprised. you ain’t act like no virgin.”

“how they act?”

he leaned forward again, lips brushing your neck now, voice dropping lower. “not like this. not sittin’ in my lap wit’ no bra on. not kissin’ me like that. shit, i thought you was just takin’ your time. had no idea i was gon’ be the first.”

you shivered under his mouth.

“you want me to stop?”

you shook your head.

“aight then,” he breathed, hands sliding back down your thighs. “you sure, you let me handle it.”

he kissed you again. deeper this time. slower. like he was tasting you different now. his hands didn’t rush, but they didn’t hesitate either. he dragged your shorts down your legs, steady like he was unwrapping something delicate. your tank top went next, peeled off and tossed aside. your whole body burned. you covered your chest at first, instincts kicking in, but he gently pulled your hands down.

“nah. don’t hide all this. lemme see it.”

you looked away, but he tilted your chin back to face him. he stared for a long second, eyes trailing down your curves like he was trying to memorize every line.

“god damn, girl,” he whispered, low and reverent. “you really built like this under all them hoodies?”

you blushed, biting back a laugh.

he moved down your body slow, mouth brushing your collarbone, your chest, your stomach. then he was kneeling between your legs, lifting one over his shoulder, spreading you open like he had all the time in the world.

“shit,” he murmured, thumb dragging over your folds. “so fuckin’ pretty. pussy fat as hell.”

you squirmed under his grip, toes curling.

“you ever play wit’ it before?” he asked.

you nodded. “sometimes.”

“show me.”

you hesitated, but he gave you a look that melted any doubt in your chest. you brought your fingers to your slit, shy at first, dragging them up the center like you were doing it in secret. he watched you like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. eyes locked. jaw tight.

“mmm. there you go. you wet already?”

he ran his fingers over yours, dipped one between your lips and brought it up to your mouth.

“taste that shit.”

you sucked his finger slow, your own breath catching as you did.

he groaned. “fuck, you nasty already. i like that.”

then he lowered his head.

his tongue was slow at first. wide, wet licks that made your whole body tremble. he took his time, holding your thighs open, lips sealed around your clit, tongue dragging figure eights against it ‘til you moaned out loud without meaning to.

“don’t hold it in,” he said against you. “i wanna hear that shit.”

he sucked harder. circled your clit faster. then slid a single finger inside you and your hips jerked up from the bed.

“tight,” he growled. “fuckin’ gripping me.”

you grabbed at his hair, breathing fast now, your whole body winding tighter and tighter until everything snapped. your legs shook around his head, mouth open but nothing coming out except a breathy sob as you came for the first time with somebody else’s mouth on you.

he pulled away slow, lips shiny, licking his bottom one like he’d just finished dessert.

“damn. you taste like peaches or some shit,” he said, laughing low. “sweet ass pussy.”

you were still trembling when he moved back up your body, kissing you deep so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

then he pulled his sweats off.

your eyes widened.

“…elias.”

he smirked. “yeah?”

you didn’t even know what to say. he was thick. long. heavy. it curved up slightly, veins bulging down the shaft, head dark and already leaking. he stroked it slow, watching your face like he wanted to see your brain short-circuit.

“this too much for you?”

you nodded, honestly. “i dunno if it’ll fit.”

“it will,” he said, voice low and certain. “i’m gon’ go slow, baby. i got you.”

he kissed you again, then guided the head to your entrance, rubbing it through your folds.

“just breathe. let me in a lil at a time.”

he pushed slow. real slow. and it still burned. you winced, grabbing onto his arm, and he stilled right away.

“you good?”

“keep goin’,” you whispered, nails digging into his skin.

he went deeper. inch by inch, until your eyes rolled back and your breath caught. he filled you completely, bottomed out with a groan in your ear.

“fuck,” he muttered. “you tight as a fuckin’ vice. shit.”

he stayed there for a second, letting you adjust. kissed the side of your neck, your shoulder, your cheek.

“you takin’ it so good, baby. ain’t even cryin’. first dick and you already built for it.”

he moved his hips slow, dragging out, then back in, just enough for you to feel the stretch again. it was painful, but the pain faded quick. pleasure started creeping in, humming low in your belly.

“see that? told you i’d make it fit.”

you whined beneath him, eyes fluttering.

“that’s it,” he said, fucking you a little deeper now. “let me ruin you.”

your fingers gripped the sheets. he held your throat lightly—not tight yet, just enough to feel the pressure. his other hand cupped your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple.

“feel good?” he asked. “you like this dick, don’t you?”

you nodded, breathless.

he tightened his grip on your neck just enough to make your head float.

“say it.”

“i—i like it,” you stammered, brain going fuzzy from the pressure, the stretch, the sound of his voice in your ear.

“yeah you do. got that virgin pussy dumb already.”

you moaned louder.

“you ain’t never gon’ forget this dick,” he said, cock driving deeper now, hips smacking yours. “first one in it, first one to stretch it, first one to own it.”

you couldn’t even speak.

he flipped you over, pulled your hips up and fucked you from behind now, one hand on the small of your back, the other gripping your hair.

“this the angle that’ll fuck the innocence out you,” he muttered, dragging his dick slow then slamming back in, making you scream into the mattress. “you feel that in your gut?”

your whole body shook. you were drooling on the sheets, eyes wet, legs trembling.

“lemme see that face,” he said, pulling you back by your hair. “look at me while i break you in.”

you glanced over your shoulder, mouth parted, and he almost came right then.

“beautiful ass girl. i swear to god, i’m gon’ fuck you stupid.”

and he did.

he didn’t stop. kept going, made you cum again—twice, maybe three times. you couldn’t keep track. everything was wet. the sheets. his chest. your face. your thighs. he lifted your leg, drilled into you from the side, choked you through another orgasm. your moans turned into sobs. pleasure ate your brain alive.

“stack—fuck—i can’t—”

“yes you can,” he growled, pounding into you. “you takin’ it like a fuckin’ champ.”

your nails raked his back. his hand squeezed your throat again, hard enough to make the edges of your vision blur.

you came one more time, back arched, toes curling, legs locked around his waist.

he groaned deep, spilling inside you with a twitch.

everything went still.

all you heard was your heartbeat. your breath. his deep, ragged one against your skin.

you were ruined. for real.

he kissed your forehead after, gently. ran his hand up and down your back.

“you good?”

you nodded, tears drying on your cheeks.

“…i ain’t never lettin’ nobody else touch you,” he said, voice low, possessive. “you mine now. you know that, right?”

you just nodded again.

because deep down, you already knew.

you woke up before him.

barely. the sun hadn’t even fully crept through the curtains yet. just a strip of light cut across your comforter, hitting the edge of the bed where elias was sprawled out, ass-naked, sleeping like he’d just come home from war. one arm slung over his eyes, the other draped where your body had been. the sheets were a mess. the air still smelled like sex, weed, and sweat.

your thighs ached.

you groaned softly when you moved, careful not to wake him. every inch of you felt sore—inside, outside, places you didn’t even know could hurt. your hips were tender. your legs had that heavy, overworked kind of weight to them. and your pussy? bruised. not in a bad way. but like it remembered every single stroke.

you held onto the edge of the dresser for balance while you stood up, wobbling a little. took a second to catch your breath. your legs did not feel normal.

“damn…” you muttered, barely able to walk straight as you grabbed a towel and slipped out the room.

the water in the shower hit different. you stood there for a minute, letting it run over your body, steam curling around your face while you leaned a hand against the tile. your whole body was humming—raw, open, still floating a little from the night before. flashes kept replaying in your head. his hands on your throat. the way he moaned your name against your ear. how many times you came. how he kept going even after you said you couldn’t take it.

you touched between your legs under the water and winced.

he really meant that shit when he said he was gon’ ruin you.

by the time you dried off and wrapped up in a big t-shirt, your legs were moving better. you still had a little limp, but nothing dramatic. the hallway felt quieter than usual. you figured sibella and troy hadn’t come back yet. probably stayed at his place.

you walked out into the kitchen, yawning, about to fix some eggs or something light, when you saw her.

bella.

sitting on the couch in her work clothes, sipping a mug of coffee and staring right at you.

your stomach dropped.

“…you back already?”

she didn’t even blink. didn’t even answer.

just smirked.

“…you got your lil virgin ass fucked, huh?”

you blinked, froze by the fridge.

“what—?”

“don’t even try it,” she said, standing up slow, walking over to lean against the counter across from you. “we came back early. me and troy. around two. figured we’d crash here instead. we wasn’t even gon’ bother you—until we heard you screamin’.”

your face heated instantly.

“bella—”

“nah,” she cut you off, wide-eyed and laughing, “nah, girl. you was in there hollerin’ like somebody took the damn soul out your body. like—goddamn. i was impressed! my lil sis got some lungs on her!”

you groaned, turning around to hide your face behind the fridge door. “please shut the fuck up.”

“you shut the fuck up,” she cackled, sipping her coffee louder. “you had my man like, ‘ayo, is that stack in there?’ i said, ‘who else would it be?’ you know he ain’t never quiet. i shoulda known from the second he started comin’ over too often. he was locked in on you. and you was playin’ all innocent.”

you mumbled under your breath, grabbing eggs from the fridge.

“girl, spill the damn tea,” she leaned closer. “was it good? how big was it? that man fine as hell. look like he dickin’ every bitch down, and now he got you stuck.”

you refused to give her full details. your body still felt too open, too exposed from what happened just hours ago. like your skin still remembered his hands. like it wasn’t meant to be talked about yet.

so you gave her one thing.

you looked up at her, dead in the face.

then held your hands apart, slow.

a little bigger.

then a little bigger.

then wider.

her mouth dropped.

“…bitch.”

you smirked. “exactly.”

bella screamed into the kitchen towel, spinning in a circle like she just heard the juiciest gossip in her life.

“i knew it! oh my god. no wonder you limp-walkin’. ohhhh, he really broke you in!”

“bella, please go to work.”

“no, bitch, you need to call out. i know you not sittin’ in no office chair today.”

you shook your head, laughing quietly, cheeks hot, chest fluttering at the memory. she eventually left, still shaking her head and giggling like she’d just found out her favorite show got renewed. and as soon as the door clicked behind her, you walked back to your room.

he was awake.

half-sitting up on your bed now, chest bare, sheets low on his waist. eyes still a little heavy but locked on you the second you walked in.

“where you go?” he mumbled, voice thick and scratchy.

“shower.”

he yawned, then grinned slowly as his eyes trailed down your body again.

“how you feel?”

you climbed back into the bed, under the covers. still warm from where he’d been laying.

“…sore.”

he smirked, proud. “good.”

you gave him a look, rolling your eyes.

“what?”

“you proud of yourself or something?”

he pulled you in, kissed your neck slow.

“yeah,” he muttered. “you still here, ain’t you?”

you didn’t say anything. just buried your face in his chest and let your limbs tangle into his. his fingers found your thigh again. light, lazy touches.

you already knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

not even close.

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚 𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚 𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐕𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀.

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cremeful · 2 months ago

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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.

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innorality · 21 days ago

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But what about sub!smoke (and a littttle sub!stack)? Annie had that man pinned up and melting. And the spit scene with Stack was cute but it was really when ol’ girl pulled his head back and *melts*

oh you already KNOWWWW

cw // SPIT PLAY, hair pulling, cowgirl, jerking smoke off, gun play

an // stack + spitplay is my fav trope. ever.

smoke will never admit he's a sub. never in a million years. but the way his eyes roll back and his words melt into eachother when you jerk him off while he's pressed up against the wall? unmistakable.

don't get me wrong, he can and will dom, but when you reduce him into the puddle of pleasure that he currently is? he'll wrap his arms around your head tight and sob into the crook of your neck, hips twitching as he begs for you to slow down—for mercy.

"s-shit—darlin', you're goin' ham on m-me..." he'd stutter in a low voice, desperately gripping reality, but it swiftly slips out of his grasp when you roll your palm against his tip and giggle in his ear.

"you wanna cum for me, pretty boy?" and he nods, desperately sweating against you. his moans get louder and louder, shameless whines clouding your eardrums which only fuel your arousal.

"c'mon, sweets. know you can beg prettier than that." your voice, smooth as silk, making his knees buckle and her whimpers before obliging, finding difficulty in spreading his lips. "p-please–fuck... please let me cum... w'nna cum so fuckin'–shit—so fuckin' bad..." his eyebrows are knitted together in focus as he tries his very best to not cum right as you chuckle in his ear.

as for stack, he's way less shameful than his brother. he's always up for a good time, no matter who's on top.

did I mention you've got a gun pointed at his head?

unloaded, of course, but still enough to give him the thrill of danger and fuck, you're hot.

"fffuhh—baby–please, faster, c'mon–I'm begging-" words spill out of his mouth endlessly as you press the gun harder into his temple. "y-you talk too– fuckin'– much." you emphasized each word with a smash of your hips against his, making him jolt as his eyes roll back into his skull.

he drools, his mouth hanging open as endless whimpers jump out of between his lips at your every movement. you notice and bend your back to reach his level. "you're g'nna need that– back- baby.." and with that, you licked a stripe up the droplet of saliva he let out, which earned you a long, rich moan from his very core.

springing back up, your hand reached his cheek and you tapped on it twice, immediately pulling a reflex out of him as his jaw flexed and opened his mouth wider. you gathered all the spit you could inside your mouth and pressed your lips together, letting the long stream of saliva drip down onto his tongue.

his hips twitched at the feeling of your warm drool inside his mouth, and he immediately swallowed it all.

it's only when you grabbed onto his hair tugged it, inspected his mouth and uttered the words "such a good fuckin' boy..." that he unexpectedly finished inside you, strings of white, hot seed coating your walls.

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rspberryberet · 15 days ago

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Stack with whiny reader

smut w/ no plot below. bear with me i haven’t written anything like this in so longggg, i hope u like it anon! (not proofread)

“stop that ‘fore i give you somethin’ to cry ‘bout.” Stack scolded you like you were a spoiled child when he heard your sniffling, pulling his mouth from your pussy, brown lips glistening with your wetness and his warm heavy breath hitting your heat in a way that made you shudder. your wiped your glossy eyes with the back of your hand, nodding slightly though you could hardly stop your whimpering and quivering of your bottom lip.

you weren’t even completely undressed, he made no effort to take off your panties before eating and you were still in your (his) shirt. he was so fed up with you that he didn’t care. it didn’t change a thing anyway, you had already came five times over, struggling to keep your legs spread now in your soaked panties.

“tried to tell you—” he said in between messy but gentle kisses with the sensitive flesh on your thigh, being just as attentive to it as he was with your clit a minute ago, kneading the skin on your tummy underneath the shirt with his free hand while the other ran up and down your thigh. “you don’t know every damn thing, baby.”

you tried to tell him you were sorry but you were helpless. it all only came out in incoherent strings of moans mixed in with pleas of his name which you just couldn’t seem to stop saying. “don’t know what’s good for ya’self sometimes.” he’d sink his teeth into the skin then kiss it better after, murmuring faux apologies to you.

“noo.” was the only thing you could cry other than his name that even made a lick of sense. it hardly resembled a real word as it fell from your open mouth though, it was only raw and soft noise. “noo?” he mocked, sitting up from his position. he still wasn’t done yet though, he still hadn’t coaxed the obedience out of you that he wanted for once.

“think i done heard enough of that from you lately.” he drawled. you knew he was right, you’d been pushing his buttons all week ( all month, really ), day in and day out. Stack let you get away with a lot of things, but he had begun to get tired of your constant need to oppose him and defy his choices no matter what. he had finally decided it was time to punish you, and you couldn’t say that you didn’t deserve it.

punishment with Stack wasn’t like the other times he fucked you. he fucked you rough and dumb on the regular, so none of that was of any use when trying to punish you. no, when you were in trouble, he was slow. painfully so. just as he was as he adjusted himself upright onto the headrest, watching you roll over on your stomach to face him. “c’mere.” he cooed, patting his lap.

he helped you to straddle his lap with your chest facing his while swatting away your hands whenever they reached down and mindlessly clawed and tugged at the buckle of his belt. his arms snaked around your waist, he wrapped you up in a tight embrace. naturally, your arms found their way to his neck, and you let them hang there loosely around his shoulders with your head falling into the crook of his neck.

he rocked you both back and forth as if lulling you to sleep. just as soon as you let your eyes flutter shut, his arm fell from around your body and his hands began to roam underneath your shirt. up and back down again he took them, leaving chill bumps in their wake. your breathing hitched at it, the touch was so gentle that his feeling of his fingers on a new area of your skin made you jump a bit every time.

he pulled your shirt up then, but not to take it off. Stack put his head underneath it then let the fabric fall back over him. a sweet moan came out of you when you felt him flattened his tongue and run it over your hardened nipple, pinching the other between his index finger and his thumb. “Stack..” you beg and he shushes you. “i know.” he hummed noncommittally, but when the incessant whining wouldn’t end, he gave in to you like he always did.

“go ahead.” he told you, lifting his head out of your shirt. you knew what it meant and immediately got to clumsily taking of off belt, lifting yourself up from him slightly whilst he pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. you hovered there for a moment as he adjusted, pulling your panties to the side as he aligned himself with your soaking slit. you wanted to help, reaching back and wrapping your fingers around his dick, pumping it once before placing his fat tip between your swollen lips.

then, without warning, Stack thrusted up into you with a strained groan. you sat there for a moment and just felt how full of him you were, you were unsure you could even bring yourself to move. “‘s in my stomachhh.” you moaned in the highest, most pathetic pitch of your voice, starting to roll your hips as they stuttered with every inch he sunk deeper into you.

you set the pace but he controlled it. he stopped you from getting any faster than he wanted you to by keeping a firm grip on your hips. your chest rose and fell as your head rested on his shoulder. “good girl…” he’d croon into your ear sweetly at times, along with other sweet nothings. he freed a hand from your hip and rubbed soothing circles in the small of your back, listening to you mewl for him. “bein’ calm for once.”

he knew the calm wouldn’t last for long, but he was fine fucking you nice and slow whenever you needed to be set straight again.

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willyoubemycherryy · 3 months ago

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No Guidance (Stack.M x R)

Summary: You’re just getting to the good part.

Contains: Flirting, some smut, Mary slander, cursing, everyone has a southern accent, platonic smoke with reader, a little dancing, MARY SLANDER, and I don’t care I don’t fucking like her, this is for the _ strictly for the _, kissing, making out, a hint of manhandling, established relationship, choking, allusions to sex and one brief flashback of some impact play, Michael B Jordan fine as hell, fine enough to bring me out of retirement

-There’s just not enough mindless smut of sinners, almost no x reader bc they’re all OC 😔 and please tell me how we feel about the daddy thing bc Stack screams daddy kink and in the next part👀…

A/N: act like I’ve been here the whole time.

⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉

“Uh-uh. We not doin’ none of that. Not tonight. Get ta steppin’”.

You level a look at the pale woman standing in the doorway, raising an eyebrow when she crosses her arms- fixing you with a glare of her own. She really was lucky you 50 percent Christian- otherwise, you’d have turned her every way but inside out.

It was no surprise that Mary was there- given her history with Elias or “Stack”. Of course she’d come running the minute she heard he was back in town along with his brother and cousin…but running to where? Not up in here.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere cause I have business in there.” Mary points the loud crowded space behind you and you push your shoulder from off the side of the doorway. You knew all about Mary. You may have empathized a little with her but you damn sure didn’t like her. She was the past in a future that needed her gone in order to make it and her refusal in understanding that irked you immensely. To you, she was selfish- plain and simple.

“You also ‘bout to have a foot up yo ass because the only business in there is the one my man is tendin’ to and you can’t possibly be talkin’ ‘bout him?” You pose it like a question but you leave no room for debate in your voice.

She was there for Stack. She wasn’t getting Stack.

Your question was met with a scoff but otherwise silence. Mmhm. That’s what you thought. Stepping back, you get ready to close the door since you were not about to stand and argue with Mary all night; fixing her with the same ugly glare she always gives you before leaning down to whisper in her face,

“Go be a good bitch and find a new master or I’ll be the one to walk you.”

Slamming the door with a satisfied grin, you turn around to go find a friend of yours and ask her to watch the door. It took some convincing since she was the strict one out of your group but it had to be her because as much as you love the twins and trust their judgment (mostly), Cornbread could not be the one to watch the door the entire night. After agreeing that you’ll owe her one, you leave to grab a drink of your own and judging by the look on Smoke’s face as you pass him- you didn’t look happy.

“Ooh. Who did it?” He drawls out as his eyebrows draw together in a slight frown. He knew about his brother and Mary’s sordid past because of course he did but he also knew how you and Stack have been since day 1.

He still remembers the day they met you…barefoot and sass-mouthed serving drinks at your mommas little dive bar.

“Aww twins~ Wait-! don’t tell me! Y’all gots ta be Double and Trouble!” Laughing like a hyena until your mama threw a spoon from the kitchen and you ducked- smacking your teeth before hurrying off to get their liquor.

That was it.

A pretty young server and good malt..until they came back for another couple rounds one night and you were still barefoot but this time, you wasn’t serving no drinks. Instead, you were standing in the middle of the room singing with a voice so sweet and strong that it rang through their head for the rest of the night. Smoke saw an amazing gift. Stack had seen a gift and something more…

“Just some go-go flour ranger. Nobody important.” Damn. Smoke winces with a soft hum at the insult yet knowing exactly who you mean. You always were creative with your insults- never missing in hitting where it hurt. Taking a deep breath, the beat of the music temps up and he passes you your drink and you sip at it, nodding along to the music as you start to loosen up. Tonight wasn’t the night and neither were any of the others. Tonight was supposed to be the continuation of their new pages turning- and that meant the end of whatever beef was between you, Mary, and his brother.

Smoke watches you start to move and raises a brow; broad smile growing across his face, making his dimples pop out as something comes to him.

“You gon’ sing a lil sum’ for us?”

Reaching out, he takes your hand to twirl you with a soft grin and you let go afterwards to fake think for a bit. Sammy currently had the floor and he was doing great plus…you sorta had other plans for the night. Smoke huffs a laugh, noticing that glint in your eyes- the one you got when you were fixing to get a kick out of causing trouble.

“Ohh, I get it. You in a just dancin’ mood tonight, huh?”

You get another drink and finish that one quick before nodding slowly before moving closer with a grin.

“Smoke, y’know, I neva’ woulda pegged you as a dancin’ man but if you’re offering-“,

“Oh nah baby, he ain’t but I am.”

The low words are whispered against the shell of your ear with a heat that sends shivers licking up your spine. Big, familiar hands fit themselves on your shoulders while Stack dips his head lower to press soft, full lips against your throat- directly over your pulse point and your heart jumps; you barely holding back a gasp. You look at the space where Smoke had been standing before he made himself scarce with a lighthearted “don’t wear y’selves out” and try to gather yourself, turning in Stack’s arms to face him.

Lidded, mellow chocolate eyes focused on you with plump lips pulled up in a smirk framed by dimples greet you and you roll your eyes. Shaking your head lightly as you swallow a whine.

There really was such thing as being too fine and Stack was proof. Strong hands glide themselves further down your sides, settling on the space just above your ass, never taking his eyes off yours and the intensity of him sparks something inside you.

“Been lookin’ for ya. Shoulda known yous’ somewhere in here causin’ trouble, hmm?”

It’s a lot warmer than you remember it being a couple minutes ago but no matter how deep you inhale, it doesn’t go away. That’s when you realize that the room hasn’t gotten any hotter than it’s already been.

But you have.

Your mouth barely opens to retort before Stack’s is covering it completely with his- slow, consuming and so deep. You truly can’t help the way you melt into him. Heart pounding with adrenaline and something much more tantalizing at the way Stack leads, plush lips firm against yours as you suckle at each others mouths. You only had two drinks but you already feel drunk; senses heightened and so sensitive that you’re borderline vibrating. Blood flowing through your system with a searing rush.

Stack harshly sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and your pulse drops like a boulder into the lava pooling in your lower stomach; sending waves ricocheting through your body before licking deep into your own just in time to muffle the nasty little moans threatening to slip out while his tongue memorizes every inch of your mouth and the pleasure has you on the way to out of your mind and he knows it.

You were unyielding to everyone and everything else except him and Stack used that to his advantage each and every time. He’d always been good at getting people to listen to him but the way you gave into him was the sweetest thing he’d come to know. From the way your doe eyes would get wide whenever he’d say or do something that set you off and you’d find yourself wanting him- to the way you were purring and sighing like a cat now, snuggling your soft pretty self tight against him while he devoured your mouth; lips smacking hungrily against yours.

By the time you two separate, his hand is a little too close to your throat and you suddenly want everyone to go home.

“Don’t be lookin’ at me like that baby. 'Else I might think we have a problem.” Stack drags his lips from the corner of your lips to your cheek, rasping lowly into your ear and you whine in frustration, shifting in his hold.

“And what if we do?”

The hand that was at first only close to your neck, slides up to wrap around it. Loose enough but heavy like a collar and you go dizzy from how hard your cunt throbs, biting your swollen lip as you bat pretty lashes up at him.

Now, Stack learned early that you had a thing for sass-mouthing. You, learned quickly that Stack didn’t have much patience for being sass-mouthed. So if there was something you wanted from him, you learned the first time he spanked your ass raw while being stuffed with three of his thick fingers but nothing else- to ask for it real nice and polite. Your tone though, would be the death of you.

“Then I’m sure we can come to an agreement”, his hand squeezes quick before releasing as he presses another hard kiss to your lips, “Right baby?” You nod before you can stop yourself, body roaring with molten need and you blurt out,

“Tell everyone to go home.”

A surprised bark of laughter shoots from his chest and he raises an amused brow as he looks down at you.

“C’mon, you know I can’t. We just opened this place a few weeks ago, mamas. Gotta break it in.” You throw your head back with a groan, rolling your eyes as you mumble under your breath.

“Wish you’d break me in…”

“Huh?”

“What?”

You ask back just as fast and Stack whistles lowly, shaking his head before dragging you in by your throat so close that you’re standing between his legs. He drops his forehead against yours and just takes a couple seconds to look at you- breathe you in before he has you begging for the better half of the night.

“Nah, what was that?”

“What was what?” You could play dumb with the best of em. Grinning innocently like you had all the time in the world to play your games and Stack was all too ready to play with you. Especially when he knew he’d win.

“You gon’ make me get it outta you, pretty girl?”

Your heart skips a beat and he notices your eyes doing the thing when you answer:

“If you think you can then go ahead.”

Stack nods slowly, moving his hand off your throat to take your hand instead. Rising to his full height, he leads you up to the office of the joint, guiding you in first then closing the door behind you both with a click and makes his way towards you.

His stride reminds you a lot of a predator getting ready to jump on their prey and you only hope that you’re left shaking afterwards…

Part 2🫶🏽

-p.s. can y’all guess who’s next?

Another note- agree or disagree about Mary in the comments but be respectful to one another. I delete comments and block people so chill and type accordingly.

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strangerexee · 3 months ago

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(1) ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ɢɪᴀɴᴛꜱ | ᴇʟɪᴊᴀʜ "ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ" ᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ

𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽!𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙶!𝙰𝚄

pairings: Elijah "smoke" Moore x black!fem!reader

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

You weren’t even supposed to be out that night.

Whole week had been trash — your boss on your ass, car acting stupid, apartment loud as hell with neighbors fighting through the walls.

You needed a break.

So when your girls hit you up — “Bitch, we outside tonight, put some heels on” — you said yes.

You didn’t even think twice.

Short dress. Glossy lips. The kind of heels that said you might make a bad decision if the right man breathed on your neck.

The club was packed — lights flashing, bass thumping deep in your chest — and you felt yourself finally breathe when you got a drink in your hand and a song you loved came on.

You were dancing, laughing, living your little free life — when you felt it.

Eyes.

Heavy.

Watching.

You turned your head — slow — and caught them across the room.

Two of them.

Tall. Built like trouble. Dark eyes gleaming under the lights like wolves in the woods.

And fine?

God help you.

One leaned back against the wall — arms folded, chewing on a toothpick — looking at you like he already knew what you tasted like.

The other was talking to some girl, but his eyes? Still on you.

You swallowed — heart hammering.

Your friends screamed when the song switched — dragging you further onto the dancefloor — but you kept glancing back.

Who the hell was that? You couldn't really tell.

Fast-forward twenty minutes — you outside cooling off, drink in your hand, scrolling on your phone.

And he stepped to you.

The one from inside.

Black jeans. Black hoodie. Gold chain swinging. Those heavy-lidded eyes eating you alive.

“What’s your name, lil’ mama?” he said, voice low and slow.

You squinted up at him — heart pounding — but your mouth moved faster than your brain.

He was tall in that way that made you straighten your spine, hoodie hanging loose on that broad-ass frame like it was clinging for dear life. Gold glinted at his neck, catching the low streetlights, and the way his eyes moved—

Slow. Unhurried. Heavy-lidded like sin itself.

He wasn’t blinking. Wasn’t smiling either. He was watching.

And it was doing something to you that your little glossed-up, club-ready self hadn’t prepared for.

You scoffed lightly, not letting your eyes linger too long on his mouth, or his hands—veined, tatted, big enough to make your thighs press a little closer.

“Who, me?” You sipped your drink. “I don’t know you like that, sir.”

That “sir” was sweet. Smart. Maybe a little sharp.

And it made his jaw tick.

He dragged his tongue across his teeth, slowly, like he liked the way you tasted already.

“You gon’ know me,” he said. “Sooner or later.”

Lord.

He didn’t say it loud. Didn’t say it with a smile.

Just…stated it. Like gravity. Like fact.

You swallowed hard and tried not to show how hot your neck was getting.

He took a step closer.

Not enough to scare you. Just enough for the space between you to feel smaller. Warmer.

You leaned back against the wall casually, trying to play it cute—but your pulse was thudding. Your friends were still inside, probably throwing ass to the beat, and you were out here flirting with a man who could’ve been the devil’s body double.

“What’s your name?” you asked, voice smooth.

He smirked—but barely.

“Smoke.”

“That your real name?”

“Nah. But it’s the one you need to remember.”

You hummed, glancing down at your phone. Trying not to melt.

You had heard the name before. People whispered about him.

And his brother, Stack.

The Moore twins.

Trouble in two different fonts.

But Smoke? Smoke was the one they said moved different. Quieter. Crueler.

The one you didn’t want mad.

He didn’t act out.

He handled shit.

And here he was. In your face. Asking your name like it wasn’t probably already in his notes app under “sweet lil’ thing in that pretty dress.”

“You dangerous?” you asked him, tilting your head.

“What you think?” he said, voice low. “I look dangerous to you?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

Didn’t need one.

Because the way your lashes dipped told him plenty. The way you bit the inside of your cheek, looked away real quick like you weren’t all hot in the chest…

Yeah. He knew what time it was.

But still—you had the final move. And you weren’t about to let him play you into giving it all up like a dumb little groupie.

So instead—you smiled.

Real pretty.

You put your hand out slow, took his phone when he offered it, and dropped your number in.

Just your first name. Nothing more.

He looked down at it like it was gold.

And when you handed it back—you leaned in. Light. Soft.

Kissed his cheek.

“That’s all you getting tonight, smoke.”

And then you turned—heels clicking, dress swaying—walking right back into the club like you hadn’t just left the king of the damn city standing there with your number in his hand and a smirk blooming slow on his face.

He didn’t even chase you.

Just watched.

You woke up in your bed with one heel still on and glitter in your eyelashes.

Head pounding.

Mouth dry.

Phone buzzing.

“Ughhh…”

You rolled over and squinted at the screen.

Smoke (Mobile) 9:07 AM.

Hell no.

You tossed the phone face down and curled back under the blanket. Mind still foggy with club lights and too many tequila shots, feet sore from dancing in heels you should’ve thrown out two summers ago.

The night felt like a dream.

A blur.

Except him.

You remembered him crystal clear.

That voice. That smirk. That goddamn cheek kiss you gave him like some sweet lil’ Southern belle.

You groaned into your pillow.

Why did you do that?

Phone buzzed again.

Smoke (Mobile) 9:12 AM.

Back-to-back?

You side-eyed the screen, biting your lip.

And then—

Third call.

Smoke (Mobile) Incoming Call…

You stared.

Then finally hit ignore.

“Sir, it’s not even 10am,” you muttered, dragging yourself upright.

You made it to the kitchen, sipping orange juice straight from the bottle like a menace, still in last night’s dress with one strap slipping off your shoulder.

You rubbed your temples, then your phone dinged.

Unknown Address shared a location with you.

Your stomach flipped.

No name. No message.

Just a red pin hovering over your damn building.

You froze.

Then another message dropped.

“Come open the door”

No punctuation.

No emojis.

Just that.

Your eyes snapped to the door.

Was he joking?

You tiptoed over, heartbeat in your damn mouth. Peeked through the peephole.

And there he was.

Black hoodie. Hood up. Leaning against the wall like he owned the entire floor. One hand in his pocket. Other hand holding his phone. Head down.

Smoke at your damn front door like he’d lived there his whole life.

You didn’t even think.

Just unlocked it.

He looked up when it clicked open — and that slow, heavy gaze rolled over you like smoke under a door.

“Damn,” he muttered, eyes dipping down your body. “You always look like this in the morning?”

You pulled the door open wider and stepped aside, blinking up at him.

“How the hell you know where I stay?”

He stepped in without answering, brushing your shoulder — his presence thick — that quiet heat pouring off him again.

He looked around slow. Clocked your messy counter, the couch, the half-dead plant in the corner.

“You live alone?”

“Yes, sir,” you said, arms crossed. “You still ain’t answer—”

“I will get to that,” he said, low. “I asked a question.”

You stared at him, mouth open.

He just smirked.

“Relax,” he said. “Ain’t like I kicked the door in. You let me in.”

Damn.

You did let him in.

Something about the way he stood — tall, calm, like a storm in a hoodie — made your mouth dry.

You cleared your throat.

“I need a shower.”

“Go ahead,” he said, tossing himself onto your couch like it belonged to him. “I’ll be here.”

You blinked.

He pulled his hood down, leaned back, spread his legs — just making space. His gold chain caught the light. His eyes flicked to you.

“Go on, baby. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

You stood there like a deer in headlights, every nerve buzzing.

You turned and headed to the bathroom — lowkey speed-walking — and locked the door behind you.

Your back hit the wood. Chest rising and falling.

Why was this man in your house?

More importantly—

Why did it feel good?

You stripped, hot all over, and stepped into the shower.

Let the water run over you while your mind raced.

He was sitting on your couch.

Comfortable.

Knowing damn well you were naked in the next room.

And your heart was pounding like you liked it.

You stepped out, dripping, towel wrapped around you, and cracked the door open to peek.

He was still there. Phone in hand. One knee bouncing slow.

“You good?” he called out, not even turning around.

“Yeah…”

You closed the door fast and leaned against the sink.

He didn’t knock.

Didn’t ask to come in.

Just showed up.

Showed up and sat there like he belonged.

And maybe that was the scariest part.

Because some twisted, hungover, half-dressed part of you?

Kinda wanted him to.

Anyway —

You weren’t about to be that girl. Walking out in a towel like you ain’t have an ounce of sense. He was fine, yeah. Dangerous, yes. Built like everything you knew you should run from…

But still.

You had dignity.

Even if you did keep looking at yourself in the mirror—checking your face, adjusting your curls, heart thudding like you had something to prove.

You took your time. Went out the bathroom and into your bedroom.

Lotioned slow. Fresh pair of panties. Cotton shorts. Cropped tank top, soft and snug, your favorite one that always sat just right.

Simple. Cute. Still had a little “you can leave if you want, I ain’t pressed” to it.

Even though you were very much pressed.

You stared at the door for a second.

Took a breath.

Then turned the knob and stepped out.

The scent of your vanilla body cream followed you like a cloud as you moved through the hallway—each barefoot step slow, hesitant, but steady.

And there he was.

Smoke.

Exactly where you left him.

Leaning back into your couch like it was a throne. Legs spread. One arm tossed over the backrest. Phone gone now—he was looking at you.

Eyes dragging from your face, to your neck, to your waist, to your thighs.

Slow.

Like he was learning you.

“You clean?” he said, voice low, warm.

You nodded once.

“You still here?”

He smirked.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

“You mad about that?”

“I ain’t say that.”

He nodded, eyes never leaving yours.

“But you thought about it.”

You shrugged, stepping into the kitchen to pour a glass of water—partly to distract yourself, partly to avoid looking back at him.

He watched you move, the way your shorts hugged your curves, the way your fingers curled around the glass.

“You let all strangers up in your spot like this?”

“You a stranger?” you asked, turning to lean against the counter.

His lips curved.

“Not after last night.”

You swallowed and sipped slow, heart tight in your chest.

"I kissed your cheek — you're acting like we fucked."

He wasn’t loud.

He wasn’t boastful.

But something about the way he said it — like you were already his — made your skin hum.

“So,” you said, setting the glass down. “You just…decided to pull up? No warning?”

“You ain’t answer the phone,” he said simply. “You gave me your number, yeah? Thought that meant something.”

You squinted.

“So you tracked me down?”

“Didn’t have to,” he said. “You know how many people know you? Or watch you? You too pretty to be out here thinking nobody’s paying attention.”

That made your breath catch.

And he saw it.

He leaned forward a little, elbows on his knees, voice dropping deeper.

“Don’t matter how late you leave. Don’t matter what you post or what you don’t. Eyes on you. Always. I’m just the first one to say something about it.”

You didn’t know if you were flattered or terrified.

Maybe both.

But you crossed your arms, trying to act cool.

“You always this intense?”

“Only when I want something.”

That shut you up.

Because that gaze? That posture?

He didn’t look like he wanted your number anymore.

He wanted you.

And not in some quick, messy way.

No.

He wanted to pull you. Keep you. Figure out how your day started and ended. Learn what made you tick. Put his name in your phone and in your mouth, just to hear how it sounded.

He wanted to sit on your couch with his hood off and his legs wide and look at you like you were already home.

And it was scaring you.

Just a little.

“You hungry?” you asked finally, voice smaller than you meant.

He leaned back, eyes raking over you again.

“I’m good. Unless you cooking.”

“You ain’t getting all that today, sir,” you said, smiled a little. “I’m still hungover.”

“I could fix that.”

You gave him a look.

He just chuckled — low and short — like he already knew he’d wear you down eventually.

And maybe he was right.

Because when you sat down across from him, arms still crossed, biting the inside of your cheek —

You didn’t tell him to leave.

But the quiet stretched out thick between you.

Not awkward — but heavy. Heavy like smoke after a fire. The kind of silence that made your skin itch ‘cause you felt like you were supposed to be doing something, saying something — but he was doing just fine saying nothing.

His eyes moved slow when he looked at you.

Not greedy, but precise.

Like he was trying to clock your tells. Your tics. The way you blinked when you got nervous. The little tongue poke when you were being smart.

Made you wanna fidget.

But you didn’t.

You sat on that couch, one leg crossed over the other, arms still tucked under your chest like a shield, trying not to let your eyes drop to the gold chain hanging loose around his neck.

That chain was disrespectful.

“So what you do?” you asked finally. “For work. For money. Or is that a rude question?”

Smoke snorted low — amused.

“What I do,” he said, dragging the word out, “ain’t always something you ask in daylight. Especially not when you still smell like vanilla body oil and got your knees showin’.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Sir—”

“But since you asked,” he cut in, “I got a few things. People call. I handle it.”

“So vague.”

“You want details, or you want the truth?”

“Both.”

He smiled—slow, lazy, like it tasted good in his mouth.

“Truth is, I move weight. Truth is, I don’t clock in nowhere. Truth is…” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees again, head tilting just slightly. “I don’t let nobody tell me what to do. Been that way since I was fourteen.”

You blinked.

He didn’t sound like he was bragging. No hype, no theatrics. Just matter of fact. Like he knew what he was and wasn’t about to apologize for it.

“So you are perilous.”

“I’m useful.”

“That what they call it now?”

“Only when I’m being nice,” he said, eyes dipping low as he glanced over your body again, “which I usually ain’t.”

You felt your breath catch. Again.

God, this man was good.

“I feel like I should tell you I don’t get down with all that,” you said, voice light, deflecting. “I like peace. Quiet. I like my little paycheck and my little business and my little sanity.”

“And yet,” he said, “you still gave me your number.”

Damn.

He had you there.

You leaned back, lips pursed.

“You’re real sure of yourself.”

“Nah,” he said. “I’m just sure about you.”

You looked away.

Because what the hell do you say to that?

No man ever told you that before—not like that. Not like he meant it.

Not like he already decided that the two of you were something, and your mouth just hadn’t caught up yet.

“You ever get tired?” you asked. “Of acting like nothing scares you?”

“You ever get tired of pretending you don’t like when I act like that?”

You snorted, surprised.

“You good at reading people?”

“I’m good at reading you.”

That stopped you. Again.

You felt your arms uncross before you even realized you were doing it.

Like some part of you was already surrendering.

Your voice was softer when you said, “Why me?”

Smoke let that question sit.

Then —

“’Cause you smart. Real smart. But messy with it. Like you trying to keep it together and falling apart at the same time.”

You blinked.

Hard.

“And you pretty,” he added. “But you don’t lead with it. You act like it ain’t your weapon. That’s cute. Dangerous too.”

Your throat got tight.

“And I like the way you talk. Mouth slick. You got fight in you. But your eyes? They stay looking for something. You tired, but not done yet.”

His voice dropped.

“I like that.”

You weren’t sure what emotion was creeping up your chest, but it was hot. Heavy. A little scared, a little intrigued. A lot turned on.

You leaned your head back on the couch.

“You always do this?” you asked. “Pull girls in with that therapy voice and street prophet energy?”

“Nah,” he said. “You special. I don’t do repeat games.”

You swallowed again.

"Right, right..."

Felt your stomach knot.

“You staying long?” you asked.

“Long as you let me.”

You looked at him.

He was still sitting back like he owned the room. But now his hand was resting on his thigh, slow-tapping, like he was thinking about moving.

Like he wanted to.

“Don't you got a brother?” you asked randomly, needing to ground yourself.

He nodded.

“Twin.”

You tilted your head.

“Fraternal or Identical?”

“Identical.”

“So there's two of you running around town?”

Smoke smirked.

“Yeah. But he ain’t me.”

You smiled — real slow.

“Noted.”

He tilted his head.

“Why? You planning to test it?”

“I don’t repeat games either.”

That made him grin — wide this time.

“Told you,” he said. “You real slick. Keep playing like that and you gon’ have a hard time getting rid of me.”

“Who said I wanted to?”

You didn’t even mean to say that out loud.

But the way his eyes lit up? Whew.

“Aight then,” he said, voice silk. “Now we getting somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes, checking the time without meaning to.

He’d been on your couch longer than some of your exes lasted in your bed. Legs spread like he paid rent here. Voice low and lazy like he had nowhere else to be.

So you said it.

“You don’t got shit else to do today?”

Smoke turned to you with that half-smirk, half-squint thing he kept doing. Like every word out your mouth amused him more than the last.

“I mean, I’m flattered,” you added, kicking your bare heel against the floor. “But I know y’all street boys don’t just sit still like this. Ain’t you got corners to stand on or money to count or something?”

He snorted.

“You think that’s all I do?”

“Ain’t say that,” you shrugged. “But I know you didn’t wake up and decide to play house on my couch. I’m not that fine.”

“You are that fine,” he said easily. “I just got better taste than time.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Boy, whatever.”

But he didn’t respond.

His phone buzzed.

Once. Then again.

You clocked the quick glance he gave it. The screen lit up bright across his thigh. He tapped it, turned it face-down, didn’t move.

“What’s that?” you asked, leaning a little.

“Nothing.”

“Your girl?”

That made him grin. Head tipping back a little as he stared at the ceiling like he couldn’t believe you asked that.

“You think I’d sit this long in your house if I had somebody else blowing up my shit?”

“I don’t know. I’ve seen men do worse for less.”

“Ain’t my girl,” he said, straight-faced now. “If I had one, I’d have said it.”

You gave him a long look.

Didn’t say anything else.

But then the phone rang.

Loud. Sudden. The name flashed up — too quick for you to catch it — but his mood shifted the moment he saw it.

Just a flick of something. That calm-mask tightening.

“Yo,” he answered, standing up.

His tone dropped. Business.

He turned away, walked toward your door.

You stayed on the couch.

Didn’t ask.

You weren’t stupid. You didn’t need the details. Man like him? Phone call like that? It wasn’t brunch plans.

“Aight,” he said into the phone. “I’m on my way.”

He hung up.

Turned around.

And there it was — the shift back.

That calm he wore like armor.

You didn’t bother asking what it was. You already knew better.

Instead, you pulled your phone into your hand and scrolled. Just enough to let him know you weren’t pressed.

He watched you for a second. Then:

“Lemme get a kiss.”

You scoffed — head jerking up.

“You for real?”

“Deadass.”

“You wasn’t even here ten minutes and now you tryna act like this our place. Boy, please—”

“C’mon, baby,” he said, slow and syrupy. “You not gon’ do me like that.”

And the worst part?

You folded.

Not fast. Not right away.

But slow, like butter melting on hot bread.

You rolled your eyes — hard enough to give attitude — and stood.

“You so needy,” you muttered.

“You like that.”

You walked over.

He was already smirking.

And when you got close enough for him to reach — you knew.

You knew what he was gon’ do.

Still leaned in.

Still let him pull you in soft. One hand to your lower back, the other brushing your jaw.

His lips found yours like he’d kissed you before.

Like he’d been thinking about it since the second he saw you.

The kiss was slow — firm. Not sloppy, not rushed.

Just pressure. Warmth. Intention.

And right when you started to lean in deeper—

Boom.

Not one, but both his hands slid down to your ass.

Gripped.

Full palms, full squeeze.

You pulled back just enough to give him a look.

“Really?”

“You surprised?”

You tried to step back.

He didn’t let you.

Just stood there with that fucking smirk, hands still in place like they had a right to be there.

“You gon’ let go?”

“You gon’ ask me nice?”

“Smoke.”

“Aight, aight.” He finally eased up. “Go on then. I’ll call you.”

“Please don't.”

He leaned in one more time — kissed the corner of your mouth.

Then he was gone.

Door clicked shut behind him.

And your heart?

Still tapping a wild rhythm in your chest.

What the hell was that?

And why the hell did it feel like the beginning of something you wasn’t ready for?

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tojisteddy · 2 months ago

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Just thinking about sitting in Smokes lap while he smokes.

cw: 18+ mdni, mild smut, modern au, age gap, pet names, daddy used once.

The music is always playing from the speakers around his house, weather is be blues or jazz, neo soul or 70s r&b. He sits on the back porch with your perched sideways in his lap so he can see your brown skin in the glow. The older man’s mocha brown eyes trailing all over you while he plays with your braids that he loves to pull on so much.

He’s waiting. For what exactly?

For you to finish rolling his cigarette.

Even though you can go and buy them from the store, something about his soul is genuinely old yet authentic. He’s not trying. He’d rather you or Stack do it for him (and Stack would rather you do it because hes told Smoke time and time again, theyre grown now and he should be able to do it himself). But he can’t, he’s not good at it, something about having being still and calm just for the few moments spikes his anxiety for some reason. A difference from his cool demeanor, that irrationality that’s always ready to pop out shows in that simple instant.

So he lets you roll for him, be it a cigarette or a blunt, he watches you to it like it’s second nature. Put the finished product to his plump lips and spark it to life.

“Good job mama, thanks.” He’ll exhale the tobacco, patting your thigh in appreciation.

Sometimes he’ll watch you smoke, the clouds forming between your two tone lips. Loves to shotgun whatever he’s smoking with you, brushing your lips ever to lightly and letting you blow the smoke into him.

Fucking adores how gorgeous you look. Your curls out of your face and enjoying the moment. Doesn’t laugh when you cough because you’re not used to it, simple corrections on how to smoke better, let it flow through you. Elijah just admires you even more, let’s you ramble on before kissing your shoulder blade. Gripping your waist and pulling you closer to cuddle into him.

And you adore how handsome he looks smoking, clearing his stress filled mind, the easy feeling taking over his body. It’s gentle, quiet as green eyes by Erykah Badu plays, the sunset basking on your skin.

And just maybe, he fucks you till your dumb right there, smoke blowing past you as Elijah watches from the side of his eyes your face contort in pleasure, your back to his chiseled abs, riding him in reversal. Your hands claw at his knees, hiccups and moans fill the air his eyes dance at the ripple of your ass against him with every bounce you make on his dick.

“Fuck- that’s it baby, fuck your Daddy so nice.”

a/n: something about Smoke is so sensual yet so soft to me, so dad bf, loving and caring, gruff yet understanding. idk.

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woodle-isbae · 3 months ago

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"Don't run from me now."

He pull you back by the waist, chuckling at how you whined from the fill he gave you. Stack had you bent over in a deep arch, screaming his name into the sheets of your bed.

"Oh c'mon now, ain't you the one that said–shit– you can take it?"

He groaned, slowing down his thrusts to get a better view of him dissapearing inside you, the thick ring of your juices rimmed around his base, some of it running down your shaking thighs.

"Mmm-fuck! Stack–waitt.!"

You tried grabbing at his hand to slow him down, only for him to grip at your wrist and use it as an anchor, pulling you slightly back to get a deeper arch and deeper range inside you.

"Allat' talk, look where that big mouth got you!"

He hissed out, grinding his hips oh so painfully against yours, managing to wrap his other hand right under you and rub at your clit, drunk on the way you clenched around him.

"Mnghf–fuuck! I'm gon' cum, Stack pleaseee!"

You cried out, body pushing right back against his in pursuit of your orgasm, the man above you only pressing his fingers down as he drew faster circles while drilling himself into you.

"I ain't stack 'round here baby, you know my name pretty."

It's cruel the way he had you right on edge, holding back from letting you burst–oh but you loved it, drooling into the pillow beneath your head from this.

"Mm..Elias—please, Elias!"

He groaned out, satisfied with the way his name was sung from your swollen lips, eyes rolling back as he gave a few weak thrusts. Your breathe caught in your throat before you broke out in curses and moans.

He had pulled out and layed next to your numb body, thumb rubbing at your shoulder after he presses delicate kisses.

Savoring the moment of his skin on yours and the intimacy of his embrace.

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prettyfilmz · 1 month ago

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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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ice-man-goes-bwoah · 3 months ago

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Thank god someone else sees the potential of remmick’s sub side bc 👀 that man has been looking for connection for centuries - if you were kind to him I think he’d be putty in your hands and it would be glorious. I’d love for you to explore this in your writing - I know you’d kill it and leave me screaming into a pillow haha

Let me be soft with you||Remmick x reader

Summary — remmick has never known an act of kindness in his life until he met you.

Warning smut dom!reader sub!remmick p in v reader rides remmick

Word count—1017

A/n— I LOVE SUB REMMICK AND I NEED MORE

Tagging @abriefnirvana @fuckoffbard

The wind outside howls, brushing dead leaves across the rotting windowsill. The cabin creaks around you—old wood, brittle bones, shadows so thick they feel alive. This place is half-forgotten, sunken into the ribs of the forest like a wound no one wants to reopen. No one comes here. Not anymore.

Not since he made it his own.

You shouldn’t be here.

And yet, Remmick can’t look away from you.

You’re warm. Real. Grounded in a way that mocks the rotting walls and the ghost-thick air. You stand there like you belong, unshaken by the stink of old blood or the teeth of the cold. All soft curves, steady breath, and those kind, quiet eyes that haven’t flinched once—not even when you stepped over the threshold and saw him bare-chested, blood-drenched, wild-eyed.

“You should’ve run,” he rasps, back pressed to the wall like he thinks you might burn him. “Should’ve screamed.”

You tilt your head, like you’re studying a puzzle rather than a predator. “Why would I scream? You haven’t hurt me.”

His jaw flexes. His fingers twitch. There’s blood dried like rust across his collarbone, a streak of it trailing down toward the edge of his sternum. The chain around his neck catches the firelight—dull gold, heavy. Worn not for style, but like penance. Like ownership.

“You don’t know what I am,” he growls. There’s something raw under it. Not menace—shame.

“I do.” You step closer, slow and sure. “And I think you’re tired.”

He flinches like you slapped him.

It’s the kind of answer he doesn’t know how to fight. Not judgment. Not fear. Just truth, laid bare between you. And you, offering it so gently he could scream.

“I’ve done terrible things,” he mutters, voice fraying.

“I know.”

You’re right in front of him now. He could reach you. He could snap your neck. Drain you. Feed on you until the blood runs down his chin. But he doesn’t move. His hands stay clenched at his sides, trembling with effort, nails biting into his palms.

You press your palm to his chest.

His dead heart stutters. Not a beat, not life—but something. Recognition. Longing. Ache.

“You don’t scare me, Remmick.”

And something inside him—something old and ruined—breaks.

He doesn’t remember his knees hitting the floor. Doesn’t feel the pain of it. Just the cotton-soft thump of surrender as he folds, head bowed, hands gripping the hem of your shirt like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. His forehead presses into the warmth of your stomach, desperate, reverent.

“Please,” he breathes, voice so quiet it trembles. “Don’t be cruel.”

“I’m not,” you whisper. Your fingers find his hair, slow and soothing, and his whole body shudders like the simple touch is too much. “Let me be soft with you.”

He makes a sound—low, ragged, almost animal. A wounded thing trying not to bleed out in front of you. It tears out of him like a confession. Like a prayer.

You don’t stop. You hold him through it. You let him kneel. You let him need.

“I’m not good,” he says, mouth still pressed to your belly like he’s trying to hide in you. “Not clean. Not… worthy of this.”

“You don’t have to be good,” you say, gentler still. You tug on his hair, tilting his head up until his eyes meet yours—stormy, wide, afraid. “You just have to be mine.”

His breath catches.

God. He wants that.

He wants to belong. To be claimed, even if he doesn’t deserve it. Wants to forget every name he’s ever taken, every throat he’s ever torn open, every night he’s spent drowning in the dark and trying not to feel.

He surges forward, hands sliding up your waist like he’s starving for you—and you let him. You don’t flinch, don’t falter. You hold his face in your hands, and he leans into the touch like it’s holy.

Like you’re holy.

Like if he lets go, he might never find this again.

You guide him to the bed.

He goes willingly, crawling back on the creaking mattress while watching you with wide, desperate eyes. You undress without shame, your full body bathed in the flicker of firelight—and he stares like he’s witnessing a miracle. Not hunger. Worship.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathes.

You smile. “You always look at me like that.”

“Because it never stops killing me.”

You climb over him slowly, pressing him down. His breath catches when your thigh settles between his legs, when your weight blankets him. He doesn’t feel crushed. He feels safe.

“Is this okay?” you ask, fingertips brushing his cheek.

He nods, too fast. “Please. I—I don’t want to think. Just tell me what to do.”

You kiss him. He sighs against your lips like he’s never been kissed soft before. Like the world always demanded he take, and you’re the first to give.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you murmur, grinding your hips just slightly. His head thumps back. “Just feel.”

He’s already hard beneath you, hips jerking helplessly, chain cold against your chest as you lean in. You drag your lips down his throat, over the metal links, to the spot above his unbeating heart.

When you rock your hips again, he moans.

“You’re so good for me, Remmick,” you whisper. “So sweet like this.”

His eyes flutter shut. “No one’s ever called me sweet.”

“Then they weren’t paying attention.”

You ride him slow, holding his wrists above his head, letting him tremble under you while his thighs shake and his whimpers fall like prayers. The praise is steady, like rain—washing him clean, softening him where he thought he was stone.

“You take me so well.”

“You’re doing so good.”

“You’re mine, baby.”

“Yours,” he gasps, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes as his orgasm builds. “Yours, yours, please don’t stop—”

You don’t. You stay with him through the high, through the cries and shudders and pleading. When he comes, he falls apart completely—back arching, mouth falling open in silent reverence, body shaking as you ride him through it, gently coaxing him to give more.

And afterward, when you lower yourself to lay on top of him, he wraps his arms around you like a lifeline.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs, voice hoarse.

“You deserve everything,” you whisper back. “Especially this.”

You stroke his hair until he falls asleep.

For once in his long, dark life, Remmick dreams of peace.

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bluudsucka · 2 months ago

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everything is romantic - stack x fem!reader

summary: the bond you share with stack is intense, passionate, and sensual. you both gain great gratification by just being near each other. anything and everything that you did was drenched in romance, and tonight is one of the many, many nights you display your affection for each other.

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, female reader, vampire reader, vampire sex, blood drinking, blood loss, oral sex, the hive mind, mutual obsession, set in the early 90s

author's note: hey ya'll here's another fic, i wanted to try and exercise my writing muscle and try to push myself into a different writing style. (i finished writing this hella late at night and couldn't sleep, so forgive some spelling errors!) i appreciate each and every read! thank ya so much! enjoy!

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Harsh red neon lights cascaded over your frame, cutting through the darkness that is the night. The sign displayed the iconography of Jesus - his arms spread wide open - welcoming the lost souls that strayed too far from his comforting light. The muffled sounds of dogs barking and passing rap music lulled you into a peaceful trance, any normal person would avoid this part of town like the plague, giving it a wide berth as they pass through the city.

But this part of town didn't phase you, nor did it phase your man.

The radio within the bright cherry red convertible you waited in played a song, the melody becoming static as the old 1966 radio couldn't keep up with the new wave of electronic melodies the song had. Stack loved his vintage cars, and he dropped a pretty penny for this particular one.

The sound of a bell caught your attention; any human wouldn't have heard it though the thick noise that loomed over the Chicago streets. But you weren't human.

Not anymore.

You smiled a toothy grin at your lover as he crossed the street, his eyes shielded by dark shades and his face was stern, surely just by looking at him he seemed like the dangerous no-nonsense type. And he was when he dealt with business, but with you, he was as lively and energetic as a lovesick schoolboy.

He's your man, he's your baby, he's your everything.

"Hey, baby. Everythin' cool?" You asked, leaning forward to plant a wet and tender kiss onto his lips. He kissed you back instinctively, his body couldn't help but to crave your every touch.

Your every kiss.

"Yea', dropped off the 'work', we should have the rest of the night to ourselves." He stated as he turned the key that rested into the ignition of the car, the loud engine roaring to life like a beast. You giggled as your fingers adjusted your gold bamboo earring, making sure the jewelry wasn't caught in your hair.

Your recent hairstyle was simple - cornrows - straightbacks with clear beads at the end, the braids stopping at your midback while soft baby hairs framed your face perfectly. Stacked loved it when you wore braids, and it didn't hurt that he paid to have your hair done.

He always paid for you, you never have to ask.

Not once.

Winding down the twisting concrete road, you placed your hand on the nape of his neck, massaging his tense muscles as your nails lightly grazed his ear. Stack's skin was cold, freezing to the touch, and so was yours. One of the downsides of being a vampire, but within each other's arms, you could feel the heat of love you both held for each other.

You weren't an old vampire, you were turned in the year 1985, the same year that you ran into Stack. And compared to him you were merely a fledging, learning about your new life and abilities through him. Your baby was the one who turned you and offered a second chance at 'living', ironically your heart doesn't beat anymore and the once warm blood that nourished your body was cold and coagulated.

Yet you never felt so alive before.

Reaching for your hand, Stack placed a tender kiss onto the icy skin, his perfectly soft lips trailed kisses up your arm. His lips rested on a worn tattoo the clung onto your body, you had gotten a few tattoos before you turned, meaning that you were truly stuck with them forever. No amount of laser removal could erase them.

You hated them, but Stack adored them, treating each line of ink as if it was crafted by Basquiat himself. Stack would tell you about his time living before he was turned, tattoos were a thing, but it was an expensive luxury a few could afford during the 1930s.

"We headin' home, baby?" You asked, which earned a nod from him, his hand leaving your touch as he switched the car in a different gear. Even though the man was sitting right next to you, you yearned and missed his calloused hands tracing over your skin. You wanted to kiss him, to hold him close to your body until you both turn into nothing but weeping messes.

Thoughts of the night before danced across your buzzing mind. How his lips trailed all over your body, how your nails dug into his brown skin as he fucked you against the wall of your shared bedroom, you both so desperate for each other that you couldn't even make it to the bed.

Stack tilted his head towards you and shot you a wide smile, the sight of his sharp canines made your thighs squeeze together as the familiar ache raised within your core, the sight of his golden grillz only added fuel to the already wildfire that was your lust. You could feel his growing arousal too, thanks to both of your minds being linked to each other, exchanging every intense feeling between the two of you.

It was like a secret language only the two of you could speak, no one could ever understand or comprehend the connection that fused your psyches together, even other vampires that rolled within your social circle were at a loss with how in sync you and Stack were. No other words were verbally spoken between the two of you, only lustful thoughts swapped back and forth.

You couldn't wait to get home.

He went double the speed limit.

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Eager and hungry kisses greedily bombard your neck; the familiar sharp sensation of teeth dragged across your skin. With shaking hands you clung onto Stack, your own desperation to share your body with him quickly became overbearing.

You need to feel him.

In a perfect world you would spend your days fucking each other while sharing the deepest of memories with each other, scanning each other minds in reverence as if those memories were important ancient text. But with wise words Stack always reminded you: "We got business to do." But even when working side by side, every action you both did for each other was lanced in romance.

Everything you two did was romantic.

Groaning into his mouth, Stacked lifted you up from your feet, not breaking the kiss as he led you towards the bedroom. The sound of expensive decor crashed onto the marble ground; paintings of black art that hung deliberately onto the cream-colored walls hit the ground with heavy thuds as your mouths fought each other for dominance.

Stack was normally the more dominant one in bed, but some nights he would relinquish his power, gladly submitting to you. His commanding frame melting under your touch as you fucked him, legs locking him in place until he came.

But this night it seemed like both of you wanted to be in charge, which meant things within your luxury apartment were bound to be broken by the time you both were satisfied. Biting on the bottom of his lip, hard enough to draw blood, Stack groaned in pleasure as his firm grip on your ass grew harsher.

You loved the taste of his blood, it was savory and rich, like a well-aged full bodied red wine. And the high of devouring his blood sent a rush towards your head, making it spin in mild delirium. Your lips were stained in his dark blood as your eyes lit up with a fiery ember color, the bright red replaced your natural color irises as you held Stack close. But without warning he tossed you towards the soft bed, making you land haphazardly on the white comforter.

"I ain't playin' with you tonight, girl."

Licking your crimson cover lips you gave him mischievous grin, your sharp fangs catching onto your thick lips. "What you mean, Elias? I ain't do nothin'."

You tried to feign ignorance, shrugging your shoulders as giggles escaped your lungs, which in turn earned a chuckle from the older vampire. Lying to him was downright useless - his mind is yours, and your mind is his. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't entertained by your half-assed charade of innocence.

Crawling towards his towering frame, your hands raced up toned arms, your fingers tracing his muscles through his long sleeve shirt - as if trying to memorize every curve. With skilled fingers, your hands met with his as you both began to unbutton his shirt. He wore a long sleeve color-block shirt, the colors representing the Pan-African flag, and underneath the thin shirt a white wife-beater adorned his beautiful brown skin. The white shirt made him look as if he himself was glowing.

With soft kisses your lips trailed from his jaw, towards his neck, and stopped at his chest where a thick gold chain - a Jesus piece - wreathe around the base of his neck and shoulders. With sharp teeth you opened your mouth, ready to sink your fangs into his cold skin again and consume more of his delectable blood. But with a strong and calloused hand he held onto your jaw, pushing your face away from his toned chest.

A lustful smile pulled at your lips as your held onto his wrist, your thumb rubbing small circles on the back of his hand.

"You already took a bite outta me without my permission, baby. You gotta prove to me that you deserve another drink." He muttered as his lips ghosted above yours, his heavy words seeped into your open mouth, your nails digging deep into his skin as the feeling of his breath made you shiver.

"You can drink from me if you're so upset about it."

"I already know I can," Stacked pushed you back onto the bed. "But that ain't the point."

With nimble hands Stack pulled the thin white shirt above his head and off his body, strong and sturdy muscles met your fiery eyes, and you noticed that his eyes had changed too. His once warm and chestnut brown irises were now replaced with milky grey eyes.

You were obsessed with those eyes.

Positioning himself above your smaller frame your arms pulled him in close, with proficient and dexterous hands, he cupped your breast - slipping his hand underneath your skintight bodysuit you wore. Stack knew exactly were to touch you, kissing and squeezing the places that only he knew could make you moan out in ecstasy.

Tough fingers rolled and pinched your right nipple, rolling the sensitive bud as you squirm underneath him, your hips bucking up towards his in an attempt to ease your aching core. With a smile Stack placed kisses on the crook of your neck, his sharp canines dragging against your soft yet freezing skin.

And he bit down.

Stack's blood was savory and bold, just like his personality. While yours was sweet like fruit with an undertone of spice. You cried out his name as he continued to drink from you, the feeling of his tongue pressing against your neck made your body shiver. Quick and desperate fingers reached in between your flush bodies; you can't take any more of this teasing.

"Take these pants off, baby." You moan, tugging at the waistband of his jeans. You could feel his member growing hard against your thigh, he wanted to feel you, connect with you, devour you - bad.

"All this teasin' and shit, I know you want me, I can feel you wanting me."

With a wet pop, Stack's bloody lips pulled away from your neck. Crimson dripping from the wound and bloomed onto the thick strap of your orange bodysuit.

"I can feel you wanting me too." He uttered, as his free hand slowly rubbed your sex through the thin fabric of your clothes. You were dripping, and you wouldn't be surprised if he could feel it without undressing you fully. With one last pinch on your nipple Stack pulled away from you, leaning upwards as his hands helped yours undress yourself. Sliding the bodysuit off your body, you were exposed underneath his intense gaze.

Hungry eyes danced and raced over every curve on your body, all you wore now was a dangerously thin thong that left nothing to the imagination, the fabric was his favorite color.

Red.

Sitting up on your knees you unbuckled his belt, his eyes watched your movements as he rolled his broad shoulders, muscular chest already rising and falling rapidly with anticipation as your knuckles ghosted over his skin. Biting the bottom of his blood-stained lips you pulled down his pants along with his boxers, freeing his dick that strained against his pants.

His lips crashed into yours as the taste of iron savory-sweet iron filled your mouth, frenzied lips danced across each other as you both fought for dominance. When you and Stack got into this state, it was like a battle when you both kissed, as if to see which one would back down and let the other lead tonight. His tongue grazed over your sharp fangs as his hands helped your thighs wrap around his waist, the feeling of his well-trained muscles pressing against your body made you smile.

"Eat this pussy." You breathlessly demanded in between fevered kisses; your raunchy request earned you a moan from Stack. His lips kissed your cheek, your bloody neck and shoulder, your breast, the soft skin of your stomach, and landing on last wet kiss on the mound of your pussy. The feeling of his cold chain brushed against your clit as your legs rest on his shoulders, a wave of pleasure rushed through your cold veins.

Pulling your panties to the side his tongue took a long drag across your aching core, his pale vampiric eyes not breaking contact with yours, tasting your juices as he stopped his tongue at your sensitive bud. Stack repeated his licking you as he moaned, his nails digging into your thighs. If you were alive, you knew that his nails would've left deep scars onto your skin, but as soon as his hands reach to hold your hips down onto the bed you could feel the sore and tender skin heal over.

"Mhm, just like that. You hungry ain't you?" You groaned as your hand stroked his hair, trying your best not to mess up his waves. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked as if his life depended on it, nodding his head in agreement at your words. Hungry was an understatement - he was starved. Your blood tasted sweet, but your pussy tasted even sweeter on his tongue.

Moaning into your core Stack pushed his face even deeper, it felt like nirvana just to taste your sex, and he felt your pleasure too - due to the link your minds created. Your hips bucked helplessly into his face, making him pull away from you, a wide grin plastered onto his beautiful features. His bloody lips mixed with your juices planted a kiss onto your knee. His nimble and skillful fingers pressed onto your clit as he slowly began to rub circles on your sensitive button.

"Oh, fuck. Keep touchin' me like that, baby. Yes, yes!" You groaned rolling your hips against his hand. His fingers began to tease your aching entrance, your thoughts exchanging with his. He already knew you wanted to be filled, and slowly he pressed his pointer and index finger inside of you. His eyes raked over your squirming body at the feeling of his fingers; leisurely he began fucking you with his fingers. His skilled digits stretching you out deliciously.

Pressing your chest against his Stack's bloody lips whispered against your ear, you could feel his kissable lips stretching into a smile with each word he spoke.

"That feels good, don't it?"

You replied with a moan no words were needed to be uttered, he already knew what you were feeling, he felt it too. The wet sound of your pussy swallowing his fingers greedily echoed through your mind and your cried out in pure bliss as he added another one - three fingers now inside you, his knuckles brushing against your swollen clit. Him touching you felt like paradise, if you could die again with him in your arms, you'd gladly do so.

The familiar knot formed within loins and Stack felt it within him too, his fingers picking up the pace as his mouth attached onto your clit again, licking and sucking between each thrust of his fingers. Rolling your hips in rhythm with his calloused digits the aching knot within your insides snap, causing you to cry out in euphoria. Your nails dug into his toned shoulders, drawing blood that seeped underneath your nails as your body shook underneath the man.

Pulling away from your spent pussy Stack held onto your hips, flipping your body with ease as if you weight nothing, laying on his back while you straddled him. With a sigh you leaned forward, your arms caging him in as you planted a ravenous kiss on his plump lips, tasting yourself on his tongue and mustache. His face was drenched with your juices, and you couldn't get enough of it, both of your mouths moved in sync with each other as your strong thighs squeezed around his hips.

Pulling away from his open mouth a string of saliva connected your bottom lip with his, and steady hands found their way towards his chest. The string that connected your mouths snapped as you looked down between yourselves, helping Stack line himself to enter inside you. Holding the base of his dick with your hand - his hand on top of your, guiding you - you slowly eased yourself onto him.

"Fuck..." He groaned as his hips bucked forward, his hands desperately reaching for your waist to steady his movements. A high pitch grunt escaped your lungs as you grinded into him, your head rolling back in pleasure. Slowly, you began to bounce on him, the feeling of his thick cock stretching you and hitting that spot sent shockwaves down your spine, the sounds of the bed creaking underneath you helped you pace your movements. His hips bucked forward, fucking into your core as your hands laid flat on his toned chest.

"You like my dick inside you, baby? Huh? You like that?"

"I love it!"

Stack groaned in response as he guided your hips with his hand, his mouth open slack as his milky irises closed, face twisting in satisfaction. Tangerine colored streetlights crept into your shared bedroom, cutting through the dark as the orange light painted Stack's face and body, the harsh light only accentuated and emphasized his strikingly handsome features. Your left hand cupped his face, stroking his cheek lovingly as you fucked into him, the feeling of his facial hair tickling the icy palm of your hand.

He's beautiful and he's yours.

Leaning forward to steady yourself, your long braids brushed against the side of his chiseled jaw, and without a second thought Stack's hand latched onto them. The sound of your hair beads echoed as he wrapped the braids around his hand, creating a fist that forced you to tilt your head to the side exposing your bloodied neck. The comforting sting of him pulling your hair made your ruby red eyes roll into the back of your head, your hips snapping on his as he fucked you more forcefully now.

With your panties still on - just pushed to the side - the lacy fabric pressed and rubbed against the side of his cock. The burning feeling of his orgasm bloomed within his unbeating heart. Adjusting yourself from your knees your feet laid flat on the bed, bouncing on his cock as if you were riding a mechanical bull. Your pussy was squeezing him perfectly and his booming voice whimpered out in carnal pleasure.

He was close.

Your thumbs were tucked underneath his gold chain as you sensually rubbed his shoulders, helping him ease into the intense climax was swiftly approaching.

"Mhm, mhm." Stack chanted, biting down on his lip, drawing blood from the flesh. His hips bucked unrhythmically and frantic, his mind buzzing as he desperately chased after the high of coming - his glossy eyes shined bright in the darkness, long lashes blinking with each stroke he gave your soaking pussy.

Your body felt so good.

With a breathy cry you begged: "C-Can I bite you, please baby!? You taste so good when you come, I need it."

Without exchanging words Stack lulled his head to the side and pulled you by your braids, your lips crashing on his neck. Sharp fangs plunged into his skin as his hips rocked you back and forth, the familiar savory taste of his blood was now rich - it reminded you of the warm and filling home cooked meals you use to devour when you were alive. Stack's muscular frame shook underneath you at the feeling of you drinking from him, his toes curling as he called out your name, as if it were a song. The feeling of his dick twitching inside you made the knot in your stomach snap and you came, Stack following closely behind - the feeling of his thick come filling you up nicely.

Sometimes you wish the two of you weren't dead. You'd make pretty babies.

Releasing your braids from his iron grip, Stack's arms laid limp at his sides, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried his best to catch his breath. With one last lick your tongue lapped up the blood that was leaking from his already healing wound.

"Damn, girl." He mumbled as his shaky hand pat your thigh, which cause you to giggle out in pride, confidence consuming your body at the success in you pleasing your man.

Your baby.

With him still inside you rocked your hips ruthlessly which made him shut his eyes with a hiss, his dick was sensitive and overstimulated, but that only made you want him more. Your soaking pussy becoming even wetter.

You were ready for round two.

Large hands cupped your ass and slowly Stack lifted you off of his hard yet spent member, you tossed yourself by his side, your bloody lips planting a soft kiss on his shoulder as crimson blood bloomed underneath your bodies - staining the white bedsheets maroon.

"You know I love you, Elias." You whispered, his real name rolled off of your tongue as the words you spoke oozed with sincerity. Turning his head Stack's once cloudy pale eyes were now his natural chestnut brown, a soft smile pulled at his lips, golden capped teeth shined so bright within the dark room.

"I know, baby. I love you even more."

His words made you sigh in pure adoration, and that familiar tingly sensation crept back again between your legs. Scarlet covered lips left kiss shaped stains against his brown skin, the marks trailing over his pecks and abs, stopping just above his happy trail as he melted under your touch.

Tonight was gonna be long, but that didn't bother ya'll none.

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cremeful · 13 days ago

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thinkin thinkin thinkin about you overstimulating yourself and stack bc one orgasm isn’t enough and you can’t stop riding him even if it hurts. you keep chanting and repeating over and over again with tears “m sorrys” and stack is literally fighting for his life, hands gripping your hips so hard you are sure it will leave a bruise and his eyes are shut so tight.

he reassures you that its okay and that you just are too cock drunk to actually think straight. your clit rubs against the dark curly patch of hair that sits at his pelvis, every movement of your hips against it has you chasing more.

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k5bain · 2 months ago

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Me when everyone in the juke joint says I can’t go ride the 4 leaf clover outside🙄

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bananafieldnotes · 2 months ago

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outta control

⊹ abstract: sometimes the only way to stop your friend with benefits from moving on is to tie them up

content disclosure: modern au, language, alcohol consumption, fwb, switch!stack who is an absolute brat, light bondage/use of restraints, oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

author’s note: i kinda can't stop writing for stack lol i guess i do have a favorite twin hehe. also mary's mentioned in this but there's no infidelity happening! just to be clear

🎧 now playing - outta control by destin conrad

word count: 3.2k

You were being such a bad friend and you knew it. You knew he had a date tonight, he’d told you all about it and how he was excited to get back out there. You knew his last relationship wasn’t the healthiest and that your best friend deserved to be happy with someone who wouldn’t tell him her love was conditional. You knew that he’d picked out this new restaurant in town that was supposed to have the perfect ambiance for the occasion, with an impressive wine list and experimental desserts that made you drool the first time you read over them. You knew all of this, and somehow it didn’t stop you from dialing his number while you uncorked a bottle of cabernet next to the two glasses you’d set out. He answered on the second ring.

“Baby…”

“Not this again,” despite his words he sounded amused, his infamous smirk audible in the hushed tone he delivered. “You know I’m out with Mary, right?”

You feigned an ignorant gasp, pouring yourself a glass but leaving his empty; you didn’t want to celebrate too soon. “Was that tonight? Oh, gosh, sweetie. Completely slipped my mind.”

“What do you want, sweetie? Is it what I think it is?”

And while you knew that you were totally in the wrong for calling him over, for being selfish with his affections despite the fact that you two were just friends, he was just as bad as you were. The date he’d been looking forward to all week long forgotten at the prospect of being between your thighs again. He thoroughly enjoyed the arrangement that was admittedly the result of you trying to satiate him after a particularly painful bout of infidelity. He liked the way you kissed with a certain fire and that little trick you did with your tongue whenever you gave him head. He loved the way it felt like your pussy was made for him and the way you said his name after three orgasms. You felt bad for interrupting his date, yes, but not that bad.

“Wanna do that thing we talked about the other week.”

The jarring sound of him clearing his throat echoed within the space around him, wherever it was, a cough following it up. “Are you serious or are you just fucking with me?”

During a particularly depraved hangout with some mutual friends, Stack had volunteered the fact that he’d always wanted to play around with bondage but his exes were never down for it.

“I ordered rope cuffs and everything.” You hoped that your pout could be heard over the phone, knowing he was easily swayed if you sounded even remotely upset. It had been that way since the early, innocent days of your friendship. Back when he was still a little shy around you. “I got the red to match that set you like so much.”

“You always play so fuckin’ dirty.” You fought back a smirk of your own as you poured him a glass, shimmying at yet another victory. “I'll pretend I have a work emergency or something.”

He hung up swiftly and you knew he’d be at your place in roughly a half hour, half that if they drove separately. You found yourself feeling bad for the girl he was out with, Mary, considering her dreamboat of a date was making a mad dash for a fake emergency instead of spoon feeding her garlic roasted potatoes or crème brûlée. Stack was such a catch, you had no problem admitting that. Tall, rich enough to call himself ‘comfortable’, had the sexiest signature cologne, and (obviously) great in bed. He was always up front with his antics, and you couldn’t think of someone more loyal than him. Any girl would be lucky to have him. And while it isn’t in the way you secretly hoped it was, you do have him. Not Mary.

You slipped into the set you mentioned on the phone— a sheer red one piece custom made in Lisbon with Italian tulle. The black straps and contrast stitching tied it all together while leaving nothing to the imagination, and you figured that’s what made it Stack’s favorite. He was typing in the passcode to your front door in no time, locking it behind him before barreling towards your room like his life depended on it. Stack was known to be impatient, and this time was no different. He didn’t bother with greeting you as his hands wrapped around your waist, lips feathering kisses across your exposed neck as he walked you over to your bed.

Tumbling onto the mattress, he kept you on your side and facing him, hiking one of your legs over his hip as he got to work sucking lovebites onto your chest. You gave him this moment to be in full control, loving the way he was borderline manhandling you. It was the norm, you being the pliable one with Stack doing all of the work. Both of you liked it that way, but you wanted to switch things up. Wanted to see how the other half lived. “How was your date?”

“Oh shut up, you think you’re soo funny.” He took the opportunity to slide his shirt off, bunching it up before tossing it near your door. “It was going pretty good until you called, yeah. It’s fine though, I can just reschedule with her.”

As you clasped his muscular arm in appreciation, he attempted to roll on top of you. He would have succeeded if you weren’t faster than him, if you didn’t already have a specific plan etched out in your mind. Stack may know how to move slick, but he grows predictable when he’s comfortable. You shoved roughly at his shoulder to keep him where he was already positioned on his side, continuing your delicate ministrations on his nipples. It was getting more and more difficult for him to hide his soft sighs of pleasure, and even more so when your lips began peppering kisses at the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

“Look so pretty tonight, 'Lias. Got all dressed up for your date? Wanted her to see how pretty you are?”

He groaned in protest, and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Did you want me showin’ up in sweats and a tank top?”

“No. God, no, she didn’t need to see how big your arms are under that turtleneck.” His chest rumbled with laughter, the thrum of his voice evident on the palms of your hand. “I'm just saying…”

“Just sayin’? Just sayin’ what?”

You pushed yourself up enough to straddle him, clearing your throat as you made eye contact with him for what felt like the first time tonight. Your face was flushed and your hair wasn’t in the same state you styled it, but he was still looking at you like you were heaven sent. The room suddenly felt several degrees hotter, his gaze suffocating you in ways that would normally have you running for the hills. Eyes wide and dilated, the rest of the world melting away around him as he focused on you. It was almost unsettling to see that look on his face and know you were the reason for it. You reached for the rope cuffs on your nightstand while your free hand gingerly clutched his deft hands. “I'm just saying that I don't like sharing.”

You tied his wrists together with practiced precision, looped through the headboard speedily enough for him not to process it right away. They were tight, you made sure of it, and his eyes darted between you and his now restrained hands in shock. “This is not what I had in mind when I told you I wanted to try out restraints.”

“No? But you said you wanted to try them out?” Your smile gave you away, letting him know that you were feigning naïveté to get under his skin.

“___, don’t play coy. Untie me.”

“I will,” His chest deflated in relief, only to swell once more when you added, “after we’re done.”

You wanted to kiss the pout off of his lips so badly, but you couldn’t. One of the only ground rules set in place for your arrangement was no kissing. Kissing was considered too intimate for both of you, and you both had been doing so well. But the way he looked squished between your pillows, hair in slight disarray with a tint to his cheeks… it really made you want to say to hell with the rules. He was starting to notice your staring so you snapped out of it, committing to working on the button of his slacks. “Tell me what you want, Elias. You’ve been so good, dropping everything to come see me. Tell me what you want your reward to be.”

He wasn’t used to following orders, and you could see the inner battle between giving into you and putting up a fight. Eventually, the little devil on his shoulder won as he relaxed further into the comforter. His voice was so delicate as he whimpered, “W-want your mouth. Please.”

It was embarrassing how much arousal rushed to your core at the sound of his submission, the tender flex of his mouth as he surrendered his body to you. The slate dress pants— the ones you told him made his ass look incredible— were easy to slip down his thick thighs and onto the floor, leaving him bare in his Calvin Klein's.

You bent over, fluttering kisses along his lower abdomen, trying not to laugh too hard as he scuffled against the ropes. Your hands pulled at the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down his legs until they pooled at his ankles. The sheer size of him was intimidating, as you were sure it would always be. It was almost too good to be true, that someone as sexy and built and beautiful like Stack could also pack the way he does; but you certainly weren’t complaining. His tip was flushed with anticipation, one of the more prominent veins pulsing at the exposure to the air. Your fingernails dragged up the inside of his thighs, relishing in the way he squirmed before licking at the precum that was leaking out of him. Stack groaned, incoherent speech muttered through tired lips that you didn’t bother asking him to repeat. Your tongue whirled around his tip once more before taking him into your mouth, teasing just an inch or so before alternating back to kitten licks.

He sputtered out profanities as you swallowed more of him, straining your mouth wider to take as much of him as you could handle. Stack was bucking his hips now, jaw slack in shock at the sight of you taking care of him with a devilish grin on your lips. His voice was doused in lust, the lower octave sexier than his everyday speaking voice. “T-Thank you, fuck, baby,” His head plopped back into the pillows as you used a hand to assist in reaching the parts of him your mouth couldn’t quite take, the other dipping between his legs to stroke his balls. It was unfathomable for you, how big his dick was. Your walls had gotten used to it, stretching to their absolute limits to accommodate him; but your mouth couldn’t do the same.

Stack didn’t stop the chorus of moans spilling out of him as you worked his cock, cheeks hollowing as your head started to bob in an uninterrupted rhythm. His hands were itching to slot into your hair, only serving as a cruel reminder of the frustration that came with not being able to touch you. “You feel so fuckin’ good, baby.” If your mouth weren’t full you would’ve smirked, ego swelling at the way he praised you. There was something so satisfying in knowing only you could coax this out of him.

Your thumb massaged his perineum as his length hit the back of your throat, an angelic whimper slipping past his lips at the shockwaves of pleasure that reverberated through him. You pulled off of him completely, taking his balls in your mouth just as his orgasm started to build up in the pit of his stomach. It was evident in the way his stomach kept tensing, hips struggling to remain pinned down as your tongue swirled around him like a lollipop. Your hand still twisted around him, bringing him so close to the edge that he could taste it. “Gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking—”

“If you cum I won't be able to ride you.”

“B-b-but you’re still, you’re still, fuck!”

The dominant role suited you better than you thought it would, your affinity for sadism easy to get over at the reality of him wriggling underneath you. Your hand hadn’t stopped its slick jerking of his cock, and you knew he was awful at putting off his own pleasure. He was a greedy little thing and you were using it against him, testing his self control just for the thrill of it. “You can hold off a little longer, yeah? for me?”

The strangled mewl that belted from his lips almost made you flinch, the rough clambering of his wrists against the headboard painful to listen to. “’Hurts, baby, I can’t,” He suddenly sounded out of breath, his eyes watering from the pain. “The ties, they hurt too much.”

You swore, abandoning your actions to immediately untie him. You’d never pushed his limits this far before, and the sight of him so scared had your heart racing. “Shit, shit, shit, I’m so sorry, E—”

As soon as his wrists were free from the ties he was pouncing on you, rolling you over on the bed so he could hover over you with shit eating triumphant grin. “It was too easy, I almost feel bad.” That side of him that you were so used to was back with a fiery vengeance, his hips pressing square into yours as one of his hands pinned both of yours to the sheets.

His fingers disappeared between your thighs, hand tumbling past the material of your set to glide between your folds. Your back arched slightly at the mini wave of pleasure it sent through your body, head falling back as the pads of his fingers found your clit. The arousal was nearly dripping out of you and onto the bed as he let his hand have a mind of its own, rubbing all of your most sensitive spots before finally sliding a finger into your entrance. You felt so worked up already, clamping your legs around his hand as he curled into you slowly to stretch you out the way you needed. His palm was softly gracing over your sweet bundle of nerves with every pump of his hand and you could feel your resolve dissipating.

“‘Lias, please.”

“Look who's begging now.” He sucked his fingers clean of your juices, pressing a fervid kiss to your jaw before lining himself up to your soaked entrance. He intertwined your fingers together before he pushed into you with ease, a moan dripping from both of your lips as he bottomed out. The last time he had you like this was only a few days ago, and yet it felt like a lifetime since you’d felt this way. So full. Your skin was buzzing with desire. “You feel so good for me, pretty girl.” Your breath caught in your throat as he drew his hips back slowly, driving them back into you languidly.

“s’all for you.” His lips rested against your ear as he continued his sensual pace, rocking his hips slowly enough so you could feel every agonizingly euphoric thrust of his hips.

Everything felt hot and sticky and overwhelming, your bodies intertwined so closely that you were sure you could fuse as one. His cock felt so good inside of you, stuffing you to the brim with his girth. The force of his thrusts had you grabbing at his already interlaced fingers desperately. You wanted this moment to last forever. “Look at me.” He craned his neck to the side so that he could look at you, eyes slightly hooded from pure pleasure that was bubbling in his veins. “Kiss me.”

Mostly, y expected some resistance, for him to question your request to break the rules. But he was gracious, letting go of one of your hands to favor your chin as he granted you the kiss you were in dire need of. His lips were even softer than they looked, plump and sweet with the taste of the wine he abandoned at dinner. The reminder of Mary would normally turn you off to him, the reminder of his romantic interest in girls who weren’t you; but now it made you crave him more. He was choosing you, kissing you, fucking you. And while it might not be the relationship you yearned for, it was something.

His tongue licking into your mouth sent you unexpectedly over the edge, your walls clenching viciously around his cock. Your legs instinctually wrapped around his waist as your orgasm washed over you, Stack swallowing all of your cries of ecstasy as he assisted in riding out your high. You never wanted to stop kissing him. You never wanted to stop tasting the way his tongue controlled yours with an ease that shouldn’t be possible on the first try.

Stack’s orgasm followed closely after your own, the incessant grip of your walls on his cock triggering his own release. His spurts of cum painting your insides made you feel even fuller, a hum of satisfaction vibrating your throat. The taste of your tongue lingered on his mouth, reminding him that you two were past the point of no return. So he kissed you again, shaking away any doubts flying around his mind. You’d asked him to. As far as he was concerned, kissing was now on the table.

He broke the kiss momentarily, his hand drifting from your jaw to your hip as attempted to gingerly slip his slowly softening length out of you., but you protested with a whiny, “no, not yet.”

The shape of him was already committed to your walls, but you weren’t ready to lose the feeling of being whole. Stack chuckled, more to himself than to you, rolling the two of you over just enough so he wasn’t crushing you. “You really needed me tonight, didn’t you?” He didn’t pose it as a question despite the fact that he wanted an answer. There was never any point in lying to Stack because he had always been incredibly observant. He had a way of seeing you, past the you that you performed. It was part of the reason you felt comfortable falling into bed with him in the first place.

“Is that okay?”

You knew he could feel your heart race at your confession, but you pretended he couldn’t. His silence was the executioner bringing you to the death of your friendship— you just didn’t know if said death could be the birth of something better. You didn’t even want to look at him but you forced yourself to, to laser this moment in your heart forever no matter the outcome. To preserve the epitaph of your companionship.

His eyes found yours, your heart dropping as you realized he was about to respond. “Always.”

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