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currently eating my mamas left over texas roadhouse and watching a docu

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alot of people have been dming me asking why i turned off my anon ( even though i just had it on ) it’s because ive been getting alot of alarming and concerning anons telling me to end my life on this account and as well as my personal blog — i know who is doing it, i know why and i asked them several times to stop and leave me be but they continue to harass me as you can tell from the screenshots down below.

as for now, my anonymous , inbox and dms will be closed until further notice and if the harassment continues i will be be contacting my lawyers and local authorities because i have all the main accounts resulting in my harassment.

my lawyer is already informed of the copious amounts of death threats ive been receiving and has given me clear instructions on what to do. i also am in contact with tumblr’s cyber security team and have been reporting everything. 

this is getting ridiculous, i did nothing. so for the last time leave me alone.

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as i am about to hit 700 followers i just want to express my deepest gratitude and appreciation for everyone of you who took the time to read , reblog , like & comment on each of my work.

although ive been here for only a month, i feel so much love and happiness around on this account ( despite the abundance of hate ) and i am deeply thankful for the support!! 🥹

i have so much more to say but can not put it into words so for now i will just leave this how it is!! again tysm for all the love and support + the endless kind words 🫳🏽🫳🏽💗

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actually smiling like a big idiot… I LOVEBEBEB THIS SMSMSM

thinking about stack being your personal stylist for a day… and you're his muse… 18+…modern era! au ... lowercase intended

luvrs note: … what if stack got to curate a little lookbook for you while you're running errands? feedback is appreciated <3

you were heaven-sent - stack's obsession, to be frank.

he could never get enough of you, be it when you'd send him off to work with a kiss to his cheek, or when you were tangled up in his arms during a cold storm... he couldn't help but be drawn to you.

one thing about him, is that he was the more creative of the pair, when it came to him and his twin brother, smoke. always open to new ideas, stack was readily available to push the pen and try something unfamiliar. there had been a day you'd come home from a shopping trip with your girls, and he'd seen at least fourteen different shopping bags. each store was different, be it comfort clothes, luxury designers, or lingerie - each one had its own palette that he wanted to sample.

just not in the way you'd expected.

while you were out running errands, he'd rummaged through your closet, picking his favourite pieces out. he was a stickler for the colour red, the dark berry, scarlet, or even garnet shades contrasting your brown skin in a manner so satisfying, he'd eat you up in a second. red was powerful, audacious, sensual. bits of him reflected in you.

so he carried on, grabbing what evoked a reaction in him. leather, lace, and mesh all in his hands, he laid out each outfit carefully onto your bed. once satisfied, he smirked, knowing that once you were home, he'd be able to paint you as his muse in various ways.

in a way, dating him had made red your favourite colour too. from red tipped nails, to the coral coloured eyeshadow you'd put on - you carried a piece of stack around with you in one way or another.

upon returning home, you were greeted by a lush rose petal pathway, and soft jazz music playing off of a speaker in your bedroom. in the centre of it all, was him. the usual formal three piece suit was replaced with nothing but a pair of black sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

you were taken aback — not in a negative way, but moreso because you were surprised. he sat in one of the chairs in your bedroom, legs spread while he tapped away at his phone, likely completing a transaction when you finally cleared your throat.

“you like it?” he murmured, putting his phone aside. his eyes flickered, drinking you in the same way he would down a glass of whisky. and who could blame him? the black jeans you’d worn, coupled with a cherry red tee and his initial strung along a gold chain - you were everything he ever wanted.

as he spoke, he extended his hand, allowing your fingers to be greeted by the warmth in his palm, wrapping around your much smaller hand like a warm blanket. he pulled you in close, pressing sweet kisses to your cheek and earlobe, tugging slightly on the latter with his gold grill.

he felt like home.

"you went shoppin' in my shit?" you teased, and he rolled his eyes playfully. with an eager chuckle, he shook his head, bringing you to the middle of the room, where three outfits were strewn out. all in varying shades of red, from the brightest of hues, to the deepest blood-red maroon you'd ever seen.

"nah, jus 'wanna see you try things out. yo' girls always pick what you wear out.... 'm tryna have the same opportunity, mama." he whispered, sliding a hand onto your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. you keened softly, leaning back against his shoulder - trying your very best not to fold in mere seconds.

"you gon' watch, baby?" you murmured, turning around to face him. "or do you plan to dress me up yourself?"

"if i get in that closet, yo' ass knows you ain't gettin shit on. so nah, i'll be here."

with that, and a stinging smack to your ass, you headed into the closet with the first outfit in hand. stack got comfortable, leaning back as he resumed running business - punching more numbers into his phone.

at the same time, you stripped out of your outfit from the day's errands, admiring the silk fabric of the first outfit he'd picked out. the red was muted, almost like a burgundy. it fit like a glove, hugging your curves seamlessly. there was a deep cut in the middle, stopping beneath your bellybutton. the deep cleavage had gold hardware in the spacing, making it both alluring and sensual. with a few minutes to spare, you added one of your sweet smelling fragrances - notes of dark cherry, orchid, and vanilla - fitting for a gourmand like stack himself.

with a shaky breath, you stepped out, and elias dropped his phone immediately.

not a word was said, because the sentence needed was echoed by the deep inhale he took. he noticed that you'd let down the bun you had in your hair, allowing for the curls to sit prettily. you looked like a vixen, and sure enough, you were.

to him.

"gon' head and gimme a twirl, mama."

and you did, slow and steady. eyes focused; locked in on him like nothing else existed. the way he looked at you made you feel butterflies in your tummy; like nothing else existed.

"like this?" you whispered, an unfamiliar shyness coming over you as you went ahead for a second spin.

"just like that…"

he leaned in for a kiss; his lips meeting yours feverishly. you'd missed him badly, having been out all day. before the two of you could go any further, you pushed him back onto his chair.

“I still got two more pieces to try, baby.”

he was agile — could’ve easily snatched you up and bent you over. but he was shrewd; it would be too soon to give into the antics right away.

once you were back in the closet, you grabbed the next set — all leather, it was a bustier and a skirt, along with a thigh garter.

he was a smart man; a cheeky one at that with the way he’d picked out items that accentuated your features. a star in his eyes, you exuded the type of sensuality a real man could handle.

someone like him.

when you stepped out, he was already standing by the door, hand outstretched. he was chivalrous as always, but after seeing his outfit selections so far, he knew he’d be revering just about everything you did more than he already did.

“this… is… perfect, ma.” he cooed, pressing his lips to the crown of your forehead, one hand resting atop your ass. he gave you a gentle squeeze, goading out a sweet little cry from your glossy pout.

“you got a good eye, elias.”

“hell yeah i do — if i were blind, i would’ve missed out on havin’ you all to myself, pretty girl.”

warmth flooded your veins as he lavished you in kisses and compliments. the soft sound of your laugh made him melt, grinning like a kid in a candy store. he wrapped you in his arms, peppering wet kisses down your neck, not exactly marking you up, but doing enough that you could memorize every bit of skin he nipped and sucked at.

“mmm, one wrong move and i woulda bagged someone else that looked like you.” you teased, alluding to his older twin, smoke.

“aye, watch that mouth.”

you smirked, sashaying back to the closet for the final outfit. little did he know that you too, had a bonus outfit locked down.

while changing, stack poured out two glasses of champagne, nursing his glass as you strapped on the intricate lingerie he’d selected. covered in pretty jewels, lace, and blood red in colour; you were mesmerizing. the outfit had a sheer nightgown that stopped mid thigh, and upon adding it, you tightened the garter on your thigh from earlier.

“you ready for me, love?”

stack didn’t have to be told twice, but simply muttered a raspy, “c’mon out, pretty. lemme see you.”

a soft click of one heel, then the other heightened his senses and he sat up. his foot tapped against the floor as the dim lighting cast a pretty glow against your brown skin, embellished in red lace. the grip on his wine glass tightened, and he swallowed hard. he had worked hard to keep himself sane and in control, but he’d be lying if the shift in his seat was because he’d been sitting down for too long.

“how you doin’, baby…” you whispered, standing in front of him. your eyes were glassy and heavy lidded, quick to watch him as he drank the bubbly. being around stack had taught you to be quick, having caught his bearded chin in your hand, tugging him into a kiss. a sloppy one at that — tongues flattening up against each other as he growled, pulling you onto his lap. the sweet taste of the champagne on his lips and tongue and spit made your body burn, as if ignited by a match that had been struck.

he smirked, leaning your head back before sloppily spitting into your mouth, letting the champagne infiltrate your senses. you purred, swallowing the mess before licking the bubbly off of your fingers.

the once soft eyes you had were now fiery — intense like a siren.

his hands moved nimbly, easing off the sheer robe first before unclamping your bra, letting the red lace material fall to the floor like a rose petal.

"m'doin' mighty fine now, sweetheart." he finally responded, his southern drawl reverberating in your ears. his lips teased your skin, first in softly peppered kisses that left you jolting against the heavy bulge in his pants, only for him to slow down, taking your plush breasts in his hands, squeezing them as your back arched inwards.

“stack…” the hushed plea soon turned to a soft cry when you felt his lips tease around your stiffened peaks, suckling each one in turn. “s-slow down, ‘m not ready…”

“just breathe, mama. that’s it….”

his tongue was skilled, soothing the harsh suckles of skin just enough it sent shivers through your body. at this rate, you knew you’d soaked through your panties, the sticky arousal making itself evident on your inner thighs and his sweatpants.

“she already droolin’ ain’t she?” he cooed, watching you sip from your champagne glass as his fingers pushed past the lace, laving them in your sweet essence. “couldn’t wait f’me, huh?”

“does it matter…? ‘m wearing your favourite outfit as it is.”

the outfit being… absolutely nothing at all, safe for the red garter on your thigh.

he loved your body — how you smelled, how your skin glowed beneath the dim fairy lights, and how every time he had you like this, your body never failed to be responsive.

once propped onto your bed, he removes his sweatpants, smirking as you ogle him — well groomed, thick with a fat tip already oozing with pre.

“pussy ain’t gon eat itself, mama. c’mere.”

he didn’t have to ask you twice, and you soon found yourself straddling his face, each knee on the side of his head. his thick, pink tongue lapped up a wet mess against your folds, and when his lips wrapped around your swollen pearl, you nearly doubled over.

“fuckfuckfuck—! sl-slow down, baby.”

“shh… that dick ain’t gon take care of itself with all that cryin, mama.”

as he spoke, you leaned over far enough to take him down your throat, hollowing your cheeks with practiced ease. his grunts and groans were obscene and had you trembling in an instant. those pretty red nails dug into the muscle of his thighs, leaving behind faint crescent shaped indents as he thrusted slightly into your mouth.

his tongue was too good, languidly flicking against your clit like a sundae. he repeated it once more, lapping from top to bottom, before letting the wet muscle tease your puckered entrance with a wet slosh.

three swipes had you thrashing about as a second climax washed over you — causing you to nearly face plant into the mattress.

“hol—d on…gimme a moment, elias,” you pleaded, letting him roll you onto your back. he nestled himself between your legs, pushing in nice and slow — the stretch from his thick tip had you shaking uncontrollably. your sweet little pearl throbbed with an ache, eased out by pleasure as he pushed in further, each inch more torturous than the last. but it felt so good— so full.

“almost there, sweetheart. jus’ breathe… jus’ watch how she takin’ me.”

and you did — his thick length pushing and pulling out just to slam back into your quivering entrance, soaked in your arousal like it was yours for the taking.

and it was.

each thrust from him felt like he’d discovered a new spot within your silken walls — the garbled expletives spurring him on, and the thump of his sac beating hard against your folds had you damn near sobbing.

stack was insatiable for many things, especially moments like this.

with one final thrust, he had you floating on cloud nine, soaked in your final climax of the night, and he wasn’t far behind, painting the inside of his pretty muse in his sweet cream.

with a shared deep breath, he slumped beside you on the mattress, tangled up in the heat of hot red passion — a new abstract.

curated by him ; modelled by you.

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i promise you… I STARTED WEEKS AGO

ik both the twins love putting toes in their mouths while fuckin u … stack also loves anal. I KNOW IT

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nap timeee for meee

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hm that’s funny .. i will just hush for noww

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ik both the twins love putting toes in their mouths while fuckin u … stack also loves anal. I KNOW IT

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dandelion!reader && stack talk about brina + stack makes it clear he doesn’t fuck with that girl

🌼 @prettyfilmz , @hallucinagin , @woahitslucyylu , @queenofklonnie22 , @cafeluvs , @earthreturn , @bl3ssyn , @michifilmz , @tonichildsdaughterduh , @thebumbqueen , @tojisteddy , @nahimjustfeelingit-writes , @christinabae , @ami-s-k, @pinkkycherrish

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uh oh! dandelion!reader && brina get into a fight…. about stack..

tysm @cafeluvs for the idea … hehe ily 🫳🏽💗

🌼 @prettyfilmz , @hallucinagin , @woahitslucyylu , @queenofklonnie22 , @cafeluvs , @earthreturn , @bl3ssyn , @michifilmz , @tonichildsdaughterduh , @thebumbqueen , @tojisteddy , @nahimjustfeelingit-writes , @christinabae , @ami-s-k , @pinkkycherrish

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i have one up rn 🥹 !! but ik some people took inspo from me and created some !!

𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ⵑ 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐏ⵑ𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 | 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓.

before anyone says “dad bf?! gross!!” dadbf! is simply a term for an olderman that gives a role like of authority / figure for their partner !

must have or / be logged into twitter to access the videos.

these videos are based on my interpretation of smoke.

most videos are black men but other videos of different races simply bc i think it’s something stack would do :3

papa smoke giving you backshots ! ( non black man )

camping trip with smoke !

making your mark on smoke !

riding smoke until your legs shake !

mirror sex with smoke !

smoke handling your attitude !

smoke making your squirt for the first time && talking you through it !

deep strokes and eye contact with smoke !

car sex with smoke !

smoke face fucking you until you make a mess !

smoke eating you out !

smoke making you choke on it ! ( non black man )

smoke making you go dumb and brain dead ! ( non black man )

👩🏽‍🍳 : @prettyfilmz , @hallucinagin , @woahitslucyylu , @queenofklonnie22 , @cafeluvs , @earthreturn , @bl3ssyn , @michifilmz , @tonichildsdaughterduh , @thebumbqueen , @tojisteddy , @nahimjustfeelingit-writes , @christinabae , @ami-s-k , @pinkkycherrish, @decayingearf

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im tired of this… please just leave me alone.

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with much thought i decided to open up a person blog and separate my writing from miscellaneous things such as makeup reblogs, nsfw reblogs and etc!! CLICK HERE FOR BLOG

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i just want to make this abundantly clear. i do not give permission for anyone to use my work or for it to be put through ai for character bots , rendering , modifying or translating. — i do not support the usage of ai and never will. my work is human made, with typos and mistakes up and down it and should / will remain as such. DO NOT TRANSLATE, MODIFY OR COPY MY WORK!

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your theme is so gorgeous!!! in love 😭

my angel darling cherry 🥹 !! tysm !! also how are you? i seen you are being harassed for having valid points on an topic we discussed before! — i am sorry people are being awful to you, ily sm doll 💗

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seeing my dadbf!smoke get sm love makes me super happy !! IM SO GLAD YOU ALL ARE CREATING SUCH YUMMY AND DELICIOUS STORIES OF HIM 🥹🥹

𝖮𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀－𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖻𝖿𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗑 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－explicit smut, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, weed use, fingering, choking (light), rough then tender, praise kink, age gap, daddy kink, possessive behavior, pet names,

𝖠／𝖭－𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 “𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈,”𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 out. A𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌mut, 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾. A𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿or😉

𝖵𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈

You swore it was just a pickup.

Quick text from Smoke:

“Pull up. Got some shit for you. Strong. Like me.”

Always so full of himself.

You threw on something quick—black shorts that barely covered anything and a white ribbed tank you weren’t wearing a bra under. Not to impress him. Just because it was hot out. That’s what you told yourself.

It was close to midnight when you pulled into the back lot of the old mechanic shop he ran his business out of. The lot was mostly empty, except for one car tucked in the far corner—a black Dodge Charger Hellcat with dark tint, chrome rims catching the moonlight.

You walked up slow, your slides hitting the pavement softly, heart thudding just a little too fast for a “casual” visit.

Driver’s window slid down.

Smoke looked at you from the shadows, leaning back in the seat like he hadn’t a care in the world. Low eyes, chain resting on his chest, blunt between his fingers.

When you walked up to Smoke’s car, he already had your blunt lit and seat reclined, like he’d been waiting for you all night. And maybe he had. That look in his eyes when you opened the passenger door said it all.

Low. Dark. Hungry.

“‘Bout time,” he muttered. “I was startin’ to think you ain’t want me no more.”

You smirked. “I came for the weed, old man. Not you.”

That gold-tooth grin of his flashed. “Mmhm. That why your nipples pokin’ through your lil’ shirt like that?”

You rolled your eyes—but still tugged the door open and climbed in.

Inside, it smelled like weed and leather, and cologne that cost more than your rent.

He passed you the blunt, and you took a long pull. The hit was smooth, but strong. Your lungs burned, head floating almost immediately.

“Shit,” you coughed, handing it back. “You weren’t lying.”

“‘Course I wasn’t.” He looked you over again, this time slower. “Now lemme see what else you came for.”

you passed him back the blunt. He took a long drag, settled back into the seat, and stared out the windshield.

You told yourself you weren’t gonna let it happen again. Not in the car. Not when you knew he could make you come just by talking.

But then his hand slid onto your thigh.

Not rushed. Just resting there. Warm and heavy like it belonged.

“You gone sit over there and act cute all night?” he murmured.

You turned in your seat, one leg folding up under you as you faced him, the leather creaking slightly under your movement. You reached over, hand sliding slow up his thigh.

“You always talkin’ like you got somethin’ to prove.”

Smoke didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. Just raised an eyebrow.

“I do got somethin’ to prove. And you touchin’ on it.”

You didn’t respond. Just slid your hand over his. Guided it higher. Past your bare thigh, up the curve of your hip, and right beneath the hem of your tiny shorts.

No panties.

You felt him tense, then exhale deep through his nose.

“Lil’ nasty,” he said, voice low. “You came outside like that?”

You turned your head, voice syrup-sweet. “You told me to come quick.”

The second you said it, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss—hard, wet, deep enough to make you dizzy. He kissed like he owned you. Tongue licking into your mouth, hand gripping your ass, pulling you closer until you were straddling him in the front seat.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips. “I missed this pussy.”

You settled on his lap, the denim of his jeans rough against the inside of your thighs. You could feel him—already thick, already hard.

His hand slid between your legs again, fingers teasing you open. He groaned when he felt how wet you already were.

“Damn. She always ready for me, huh?”

He chuckled low in his throat.

Your eyes fluttered shut when his middle finger pushed inside you, slow and thick. He curled it just right, like he knew your body. Like it was muscle memory.

“Keep takin’ that shit,” he said, watching you grind into his hand. “Look at you, fuckin’ yourself on my fingers like a good girl.”

You whimpered, hips rolling faster.

“Shh,” he hushed you. “I got you.”

His voice. His voice made your body obey. Made you fall apart for him in that seat with just his hand buried inside you and his teeth grazing your throat. You clenched around his fingers, back arching as you came fast and hard.

“Mm. Look at you. You was missin’ me.”

You grind your hips against him, slow and deliberate. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You did.

Your mouth crashed into his, and it wasn’t soft. It was teeth, and heat, and him grabbing your ass with both hands, squeezing so tight you moaned into his mouth. His tongue slid past your lips, deep and messy, while your hips rolled against him.

When he broke the kiss, his voice was rough.

“Climb on, mama. Ride me like you mean it.”

You blinked, dazed. “Right here?”

He grabbed your jaw, made you look at him.

“You come to me damn near naked at midnight, sittin’ on my dick in the back of a dark-ass lot, and you got the nerve to be shy now?”

Your pussy clenched, and he felt it. Smirked. That knowing, cocky grin that made you wanna slap him and let him ruin your life.

“Come on,” he said again. “I wanna watch you while you fuck me.”

You didn’t hesitate this time. You were on your knees, braced one hand on his chest, the other on the seat. You watched as he unzipped his pants, the heavy sound of his belt loosening making your stomach flip.

He pulled your panties to the side, ran two fingers down your slick folds, and groaned.

“Damn, baby… You drippin’. You need it that bad?”

“Smoke—please—”

He didn’t tease.

He pushed inside you in one deep stroke, and your head dropped forward with a loud moan. He was thick, stretching you open so slow it nearly hurt—but you loved it.

“So deep—” you moaned.

“I know. You takin’ it, though. You always do.”

He didn’t move at first. Just sat there, deep inside you, palm on your lower back, watching your pussy pulse around him.

“You feel that?” he whispered. “That’s mine. Every fuckin’ inch.”

“Fuck.” His hands gripped your hips hard. “Pussy still perfect. Grippin’ me like it missed me.”

You tried to respond, but all you could do was ride him. The car rocked with you, windows fogging as your thighs clapped against his. You reached one hand back to brace on his knee, trying to take all of him.

“That’s it, mama,” he groaned. “Take all this dick. You built for it.”

He leaned forward, palm sliding up your back, around your neck, fingers curling lightly at your throat.

“Who’s this pussy belong to?”

“You,” you gasped.

He tugged your head back against his shoulder, slowing his thrusts to grind deep. “Say it again.”

“You, Smoke—fuck, it’s yours—”

That earned you a slap to the ass, then another. You cried out, and he kissed your neck between spanks.

You were shaking. High, cock-drunk, toes curled, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as he reached down and rubbed your clit in rough little circles.

Your body started to tremble.

“There she go,” he cooed. “Go ‘head, make a mess. Cream on this dick.”

“You gone let daddy come in this pretty pussy?”

“Yes—yes, Smoke, please—”

“Beg for it.”

“Please,” you cried. “Please fill me up—I want it—need it—”

He groaned. His pace turned mean, messy, punishing. You came again without warning, clenching around him, and he didn’t last long after that—burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a growl against your shoulder.

The car went still. His forehead pressed to your back. His hand rested heavy on your hip.

The car was silent except for the ticking of the engine and the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath.

Smoke leaned back, hands still on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your skin.

“…Damn,” he muttered. “That wasn’t what I planned.”

You were still face in his shoulder, giggling softly.

“You always say that.”

He pulled you back gently into his lap, kissed your shoulder. “Only ‘cause you got a way of throwin’ me off.”

“Uh huh.” You shifted, a little whimper leaving your mouth as he slid out of you.

He grabbed a hoodie from the back seat, putting it on you. Then lit another blunt, passed it to you with a look so soft it made your chest ache.

“You hungry?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Good. Let’s go get you fed before I take you to the house and fuck you right.”

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[cremeful]

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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