I literally just saw a post complaining that David Jonsson shouldn't be the next Black Panther because he isn't attractive enough. Mind you this was a black man (unsure of his exact ethnicity just know he identifies as black) who made this comment.
He said Marvel casts unattractive black men so the world won't find black men attractive. He said he was shocked that Aaron Pierre was cast as the Green Lantern because he is so attractive.
Sir if you have low racial self esteem/are colorist, etc just say that shit and go.
In honor of beautiful black men because black people are STUNNING. PERIOD. THE END. NOW AND FOREVERMORE.
The sky was painted a huge of pinks and oranges and reds. The sun fell below the buildings that lined the skyline as Ruby shimmied into a pink sequin dress that hugged her ample breasts and wrapped around her full hips. She placed a flower in her hair as she admired herself in the mirror.
She smoothed her hands over dress once more as a quick knock beat against her front door.
Click. Click.Click. The click of her heels across the hardwood floor resonated in her apartment. As she reached the door, she quickly inhaled and exhaled to calm her nerves. Why she was nervous was...well Ruby didn't quite have the words to describe why she was nervous.
She reached her hand for the knob and twisted it coming face to face with a gold tooth and a smirk. The man before her stood in a red bespoke suit. White stripes ran along his suit jacket with matching stripes on his trousers. Blood red oxfords donned his feet. His scent, bitter orange and lavender with hints of amber and pine washed over Ruby in waves like water.
"Well ain't ya a sight for sore eyes. You sure pretty tonight," said Stack as he held his hat in his hand over his heart.
"Thank you."
Stack brought his hand from behind his back, revealing a bouquet of purple daffodils wrapped in brown paper with purple ribbon extending them to Ruby.
"These are lovely. You didn't have to..."
Stack interrupts Ruby before she could finish.
"I absolutely wanted to give you these. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady."
Ruby could feel heat flush over her cheeks and softly cleared her throat.
"Thank you Stack. They are lovely."
She took the bouquet and placed it on her dining room table. Picking up her purse, she turned to look at Stack as he extended his arm to her embrace.
NOTE: You don't always have to use an alternative to said in order to get your point across! Please avoid overusing dialogue tags, and remember to spice things up in other ways.
I donât know what the hell is going on in that writerâs room but the language used in that Claudia scene were anti-black and violent. It is incredibly irresponsible writing. âSlaveâ repeated multiple times from Claudia towards Louis and the use of ânappy-headâ and Claudia denouncing her âmiserable black lifeâ.
What the fuck?? All that good will earned for handling black characters well in seasons 1 & 2, flushed. For what?
summary: all his life, smoke had heard that two is company but three is a crowd; and never had it made as much sense as it did now.
cw: smut, toxic smoke x annie, possesive!smoke, obsessed!smoke, car!sex, cheating, extra messyy, this is real stack coded fr (smoke on some bullshit), they arguing, use of the nword
a/n: yâall always have me making a one shot into a mini series smfhhh. thereâs at least one more part, and youâll see why after readingggg⌠requested here and inspired by @librababe7
part one; part three.
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After that rather unfortunate event, Smokeâs girl decided it would be best if they didnât try that again. The pair had attempted to make it up to her, and while she was elated to have Smoke and Annie making her body scream while her feet touched the headboard, it wasnât enough for the lingering thoughts and memories and doubts to subside.
Smoke sat up in bed.
It was late as hell, and his girl was sleeping peacefully beside him, but his mind couldnât rest. He was stuck thinking about Annie and wondering what she was doingâif she was up thinking about him, too. Since his girl had put an end to things, he hadnât had much of a chance to see Annie. Sheâd come over to hang out or pick his girl up for a trip to the mall, but he kept his distance as best he could. Annie was addictive; Annie was everything he thought of now, and he knew it wasnât right. His girl didnât deserve to be treated that way, but when his mind would drift back to Annie, he couldnât care any less about her feelings.
Huffing silently into the still night air, the manâs back hit the headboard before he reached to retrieve his phone from the nightstand. Beside him, his girl was curled up in the sheets, and when she sensed his movements, she groaned, touching his leg in a need for closeness. It always amused him how much she wanted him even in sleep, but he was on a mission, so stilling his body, he went to work.
His phone illuminated the ceiling. It shined over his faceâstoic as alwaysâand it took him no time at all to find Annieâs contact. She had put it in his phone that day when his girl had gone to the bathroom. In the time that sheâd been away from them, Annie had added her number, texted herself, deleted the message, and made him a promise to figure this out while kissing the edge of his mouth. All he could do in that moment was listen, nod his head, and kiss her full and on the lips.
But neither of them had reached out.
Neither of them had the courage.
Smoke swore he was waiting for the right time, and Annie was waiting for him to make the first move. Anxiety causing his fingers to tremble, Smoke was beginning to think heâd get no better time than the present.
You up?
The first text was simple. He was a man of few words, a man who didnât beat around the bush too often. His stomach thumped in anticipation and regret, but when three dots rose in the bottom left corner, his nostrils flared.
i am
thought youâd never text me
You got my number, too. You coulda made the first move
you donât know who you talkin to, do you? i donât make the first move. i donât chase no man or woman. they chase me
So you consider this me chasin you?
it is one in the morning, smokey. what else you doin if you ainât tryna get into some mess?
His jaw clenched at the nickname, at how easily she had read him, but all it really did was stoke the flames and make him want her more. He looked down at the woman clinging to his legs. His eyes immediately focused on the phone once again.
She sleep beside me. So I canât do much.
He felt raw with need as he texted her, wide open for her to see all of him, but he didnât mind it. His mind flashed back to that day when they had gotten so inwrapped in each other that all they could do was keep going. There was a closeness between them that he couldnât make sense of; All he knew was that he needed her again.
Smoke watched the curser blink as the delivered message stared back at him. He quickly moved to type once more.
I been thinkin bout the other day.
me too, baby
i been needin you so bad
itâs too hard to ignore
Shit. I been thinkin bout just givin in
i think you should. weâve fucked already anyway, so just let it happen
Fuck. We doin this fr?
if you want to, smokey. come over to my place tomorrow
Bet.
And without much effort or tooth pulling, Smoke gave in and let go. He went to Annieâs home the next day. And the day after that. And the day after that. He was with Annie whenever he could get a chance, coming and going as he pleased, and she welcomed him with open arms and a heart free of guilt.
It had made her feel like shit at first, but how could you blame her? Smoke knew how to take care of every single one of her needs, and her friend should have been focused on keeping that good dick on lock. It wasn't her fault that the threesome had awakened something in her, a side that needed Smoke just as much as he needed her. And with time, they just grew more attached to each other, completely uncaring for how this would impact themselves and others.
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Bent over the center console with her heels rooted into the floor of the backseat, Annie muffled her moans as Smoke stroked her deeply. They were in his truck, parked in the middle of an abandoned lot, and although they were trying to be inconspicuous, the way he was thrusting into her had the truck rocking back and forth.
"Take this shit, baby," Smoke growled, smacking the side of her ass. It had become a force of habit now because he couldn't just watch that ass bounce on him and not touch her. She was addicting, and the more time they spent together, the easier it was to have her body screaming.
Unsuccessful in her attempts to shush herself, Annie cried his name, begged him to let her cum. As much as she needed the relief, they both had places to be that didn't involve each other. And the longer they went at it like this, the more their schedules were getting pushed back and the closer they were to this situation being ruined.
Behind her, sweat beaded on Smokeâs forehead. If you asked him, the man would swear that he and Annie were molded for each otherâperfectly created for this moment. He knew where he had to be, knew that Annie had plans too, but he was losing himself in this, in her.
His strokes shifted out of rhythm as he began to feel his body tighten in every muscle. Anticipation grew, and his eyes clouded over.
Barking out a command for her give it to him, Smoke continued to fuck Annie through her orgasm. When her moans turned to whines, his chest expanded at the glorious sound; And with little effort, he let go into the condom, sinking back into the car seat for reprieve.
"You know she settin' up a double date, right," Annie huffed. She fixed her skirt, pulling it back down to an appropriate length and unsuccessfully smoothing out the wrinkles.
The man beside her was fully relaxed into the seat, mind blank. His eyes were closed, head tilted toward the ceiling as the after effects of his orgasm soothed his exhausted body; But as he registered her words, dread filtered through him.
"A double date with who," Smoke questioned wearily. His voice had a groggy note to it, but his fear and irritation shined through.
"You two and me and the nigga I'm seein' right now," she rolled her eyes in annoyance. Without even taking the chance to look, she knew the expression he wore on his face: one of confusion; one of betrayal. They'd never talked about her new man, and quite frankly, she wasn't ready to have this conversation with him, but they both needed to get on one accord if they were going to be able to pull this date night off without acting like people who have fucked each other more than once.
She pretended to be engrossed in her phone, biting at her bottom lip as she felt the anger course through him.
"Well, you must be confused 'cause the only nigga you seein' is me," Smoke boomed. Chest heaving, the man shook his head, finally gaining awareness of his surroundings again. Empty parking lot. In the backseat of his truck. Half naked. With his girlâs friend.
Hastily, he fixed his clothes and set the used condom to the side before turning in the woman's direction. But she refused to look him in the eye, refused to speak.
"Don't piss me off, Annie," he exasperated, shaking his head in disbelief.
"You can't claim me, Smoke," the woman reasoned, arms wrapped tightly under her chest. Her eyes finally flashed over his body, and when they settled on his eyes, she could tell just how torn he was. The emotion made her blood boil. "You got her, so I can fuck around with whoever I want."
"So you fuckin' this nigga, too," Smoke thundered, arms flailing as everything felt like it was hitting him at once. He didn't have time to listen to reason. All he knew was that Annie belonged to himâwhether it was fair to feel that way or not.
"I'm not fuckin' nobody but you, so don't even go there for real," she argued, hand in his face as she put emphasis on each word. "You shouldn't be worried 'bout shit when you got a whole bitch at home waitin' for yo' cheatin' ass like a dummy."
Taken aback, Smoke revved his head back, brows pulling together.
"That's yo' damn friend, too, so if you feel any better in this situation than I do, you the dummy," he chastised, pointing a finger right back at her. "I ain't even touched her ass for real since we started doin' this 'cause I'm tryna be faithful to you."
"Oh my God! Do you hear yourself," Annie laughed, completely astonished. "You talkin' 'bout bein' faithful like you ain't doin' wrong to somebody else."
"Whatever," Smoke tsked, rolling his eyes and letting his back meet the seat again. He ainât feel like explaining it to her, but the way he saw it, his relationship was over. It was over when she decided to bring someone new in the equation. It was over when she made him feel like he wasnât enough. Breathing deeply, he cut his eyes at Annie, leveling her with a look. "I just know you better not show up wit' no other nigga," he warned.
"You don't own me, Smoke" she shouted in response, and as she continued to curse him out and call him every name in the book, Annie climbed out of the backseat and slammed the door shut. Smoke watched her with an angered expression, but no matter how upset he was, he still ensured she made it safely to her car parked nearby. Defeated, he watched he skirt out of the abandoned parking lot, leaving him behind.
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A week passed without word from Annie. Smoke texted and called and even showed up at her house a couple of times, but she refused to speak with him. In her mind, she was a grown ass woman who could do whatever she wanted because Smoke wasnât her man. But in his mind, Smoke was her nigga and her only nigga.
When his girl told him about the double date, he made sure to respond appropriately. Not overly surprised. Not overly excited or interested. He made sure to seem somewhere in the middle because the way he responded to Annie was not how he needed to show up here. He needed to be as neutral as possible, and while he did the best he could, he could tell that his girl had picked up on something in his response.
Whether it be the uptick of his pulse, the tightening of his jaw, or the tremble of his hands, he knew she saw somethingâand there was no burying the realization that had popped up in her head.
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word count: ~2,000
a/n: shit's getting messyyy. what y'all thing gon happen at the double datee?
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they werenât sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
A/N: Let me start by thanking the lovely @rollingmyeyesatyou for submitting this request and for being the epitome of patience while waiting for me to get my shit together and write it. You're a gem & I hope I did your request justice.
Pairing: Smoke x Stack x OC (Candace âCandiâ Reed)
Premise: Smoke & Stack are obsessed with the thought of turning out their âinnocentâ classmate. Little do they know, sheâs more experienced than she leads on.
Warning(s): 18+, MDNI, Cursing, Smut, MMF Threesome, Piercing Kink, Teasing, BDSM Elements, Domme!OCxSub Smokestack Twins, Supernatural elements (Because I can't help myself)
Word Count: 3.6K
Divider by: @saradika-graphics
Candace âCandiâ Reed was a lot of things. Genius-level smart, whimsical, occasional pothead, and was the owner of the juiciest pussy in all of California (according to a few particularly generous subscribers to her Sweet Like Candi website).
What she wasnât was late.
Ever.
Deadlines could be finessed, and content could be scheduled in advance, but showing up late to class legitimately made her skin crawl.
âFuck.â
She shouldâve never accepted the custom request. Well.. That wasnât entirely true. Two thousand dollars was two thousand dollars, and it wasnât like it had been anything complicated. Her favorite regular, BlackMamba69, had paid double for an uncensored body piercing tour, which he wanted done while she had her vibrating anal plug in. Sheâd shown off her butterfly nipple rings and matching belly ring, her back dermals, and her newest edition, her Christina. Filming had stretched well past 4 am, and somewhere between editing, exporting, and uploading it to her site, sheâd mistakenly silenced all of her morning alarms.
Now, here she was sprinting across campus in a too tight, too short yellow mini sundress that had all of her upper body piercings on full display. To make matters worse, sheâd forgotten to remove the plug before sprinting out of her campus apartment, a fact that became more evident with each hurried stride she took. And unbeknownst to her, the remote to it had been tossed into her bag along with her vlogging camera and mic.
âAncestors, if yâall love me, this man will still have the door open and still be taking attendance,â she prayed silently as the door to her Abnormal Psychology class came into view.
Per usual, her request was granted.
Candi slipped inside as quietly as she could, taking her usual seat at the front of the class.
âCutting it pretty close there, Ms. Reed,â Dr. Jordan remarked, bourbon and honey coating the lustful baritone of his voice.
âI know, and I sincerely apologize, Dr. Jordan,â Candi cooed sweetly as she walked to her seat. âIt wonât happen again.â
âIt wonât happen again,â a teasing voice called from the back of the classroom. Elias Moore. Senior psychology major, basketball phenom, and one half of the duo that had been the muses to some of Candiâs most powerful orgasms to date. And sitting next to him was his twin, Elijah. The Smokestack Twins, as theyâd become known around campus, transferred from Clarksdale, Mississippi, and had taken the West Coast by storm. All the girls wanted them and all the guys simultaneously wanted to be them. Candi just wanted to fuck them. At the same time. On camera.
âShut up, Stack,â she replied with a playful eye roll before turning her attention to his twin.
âYou in my seat, Elijah.â
âMy lapâs available,â he returned with a sly grin.Â
âNah,â she purred, eyes flicking down for a split second to entertain the seat in question. âIâm cool.â
âLying ass,â he mumbled under his breath before sliding over one seat.
âThatâs a cute dress,â Stack admitted, dragging his eyes lustfully up and down her frame. âYou should let me take it off you after class.â
âCareful, boy. You gone bite off more than you can chew.â
âIâm a big boy,â he boasted. âIâm more than capable of cleaning my plate.â
Candi bit her lip discreetly, clenching her thighs at the thought of him giving her back shots over the desk while his twin fucked her face. She shook the thought from her mind before taking the vacant seat between them.
As the rest of the class filed in and got settled, Dr. Jordan began the lecture.
âTodayâs lecture subject is paraphilic disorders. By definition, paraphilic disorders are recurrent, intense, sexually arousing fantasies, urges, or behaviors that are distressing or disabling and involve inanimate objects, children, or nonconsenting adults, or suffering or humiliation of the person or a partner, with the potential to cause harm. According to the DSM-5, there are eight paraphilias that most commonly evolve into paraphilic disorders. The paraphilias are: voyeuristic disorder, exhibitionistic disorder, frotteuristic disorder, sexual masochism disorder, sexual sadism disorder, pedophilic disorder, fetishistic disorder, and transvestic disorder. While weâll be covering all eight over the course of these next two weeks, today, weâll be focusing on sexual sadism and sexual masochism.â
Candi leaned down to grab a notebook and pen from her bag. As she slid the notebook out, the remote to her vibrator clattered to the floor.Â
âNow how did thatâ,â she wondered aloud as she bent down to pick it up.
âHmm, whatâs this?â Stack murmured with a raised eyebrow, snatching it from her hands.
âGive it back, Stack!â she whispered aggressively.
âTell me what it is, and Iâll consider it,â he teased, holding it away from her.
âItâs the remote to myâmy camera,â she lied.
âCamera, huh?â Smoke inquired. âLet me see that, Stack.â
He took the remote from his brother, twirling it between his thick fingers as he looked it over. He noted the buttons on the top and shot Candi a knowing glance.
âYou sure this goes to your camera, Candace?â
The emphasis on her name made her insides quiver.
âY-Yes,â she stuttered.
âSo you telling me, if I click this button,â he gestured to the plus sign at the top of the camera, âthat itâll activate ya lil camera?â
Candiâs eyes widened as his thick thumb clicked the button. The vibration sent a shockwave through her entire body, causing her to clench both sides of the desk to keep from screaming out loud. Her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose, and although she wanted to delve into the habit of pushing them back up, she couldnât. Her hands were occupied with the thick wood of the desk. Her ankles shook beneath her, and her breath hitched in audible arousal that she struggled to keep at bay in a classroom full of students.Â
âAinât no fuckinâ way,â Stackâs deep baritone whispered from beside her. âLittle Miss Innocent, Know-it-All got a vibrator in during class. You a filthy lilâ thing, ainât you?â
âTurn it off,â she whimpered, looking up at Smoke with needy, pleading eyes.
âAbsolutely not,â Smoke teased. âWe just found out you be doing more than vlogging with that lil camera. We about to make some content, baby.âÂ
Somewhere between the definition of autoerotic asphyxiation and the treatment of sexual sadism, Stackâs fingers had found Candiâs clit and were rubbing slow circles on it while Smoke controlled the vibrator in her ass. They were both amazed at how well sheâd been able to contain her moans, but it was obvious that she was close to coming undone. It was even more amazing to them that sheâd indulged them by setting up her camera to record it all.
âYou coming back to the room with us after class?â Stack purrs in her ear, slipping a finger into her dripping entrance.Â
âYeessss,â she hisses softly.
âGood girl,â he murmurs against her temple before pulling his hand away. Candi whined softly at the loss of contact, looking to Smoke for some type of reprieve. Out of her peripheral, as her body tried to come back down to earth, she noticed Stack licking his fingers discreetly. He hummed with a deep, primal baritone that sent a shiver up her spine.Â
âLater, lil bit. Need you hot and ready when we leave here.â
This was unfair. A mutiny even. Candace was used to being the one in control and telling men what to do, yet here she was being brought to her knees by two Mississippi transplants. She had to get them back. She had to show them who was the true puppet master around here.
After an excruciatingly torturous hour and fifty minutes, the students gathered their belongings and started filing out of the classroom. Candace and the twins remained seated as they brought her close to the edge for the 5th time before pulling back.
âC-Can I have my remote back now? I have another class,â she whined.
âAww, but weâre having so much fun, lil bit,â Stack taunted, slowly dragging his middle finger up her slick. âYou sure you donât wanna skip?â
âI canât. I have a pâpresentation.â
âMmm, beauty and brains,â Smoke growled, increasing the intensity of the vibrator once more before shutting it off completely. âGo be great, lil fairy. Weâll catch up with you after practice.â He handed the remote back to her, and Candi watched in lustful awe as the twins made their way towards the gymnasium.Â
The Moore twins had gotten entirely too comfortable thinking they could fluster her, and in public, no less. Somewhere between Elias' cocky grin and Elijah's maddeningly calm stare, they'd started believing they had the upper hand. Cute. Let them enjoy the illusion while it lasted. Candace Reed had built an entire career on reading men, finding their weaknesses, and making them fold with nothing more than an angelic smile. If the Smokestack Twins wanted to play games, she'd happily deal the first hand. They just didn't know they'd already sat down at her table.
Candace spent the rest of the afternoon planning and calculating. In between flashbacks of nearly cumming during her Abnormal Psychology lecture, she imagined all of the ways sheâd have the twins all but drinking her bathwater once she was done with them. Under her innocent, good girl demeanor was a pleasure domme with an insatiable appetite for male tears. It made her chest swell with pride watching the biggest, toughest men turn into putty in her hands, oftentimes with little to no coercion. One of her favorite memories was with Keith Jones, the star quarterback. What had begun as an innocent study session on Sigmund Freudâs five stages of psychosexual development turned into Keith being cuffed to her bed with her pussy on his face and a vibrating dildo in his ass. She still couldnât believe heâd allowed her to stimulate his prostate, but chunked it up to him being masochistic. Keith looooooved pain and bruising, and frequently visited her after winning games to boost his high. And each time, Candi happily obliged.
âI wonder if theyâre into butt stuff,â she mused to herself as she made her way across the campus green to her apartment. Once inside, she lit her favorite vanilla shea candle and turned on her Bondage Sex & Cheerios playlist to set the mood.
âSee, I just want your hands around my throoooat,â she harmonized with Ari Lennox as she made her way to the bathroom to shower. She lathered her skin with her homemade strawberry peach body wash before rinsing the day away beneath the steaming water. Once sheâd finished, she moisturized from head to toe, spritzed herself with Good Girl Blush by Carolina Herrera, and slipped into a white button-up blouse tucked neatly into a black pleated mini skirt. She rolled a pair of black fishnet stockings over her chocolate legs before slipping on a pair of black patent So Kate Louboutin pumps. A gold rosary settled perfectly between her supple breasts, the cross stopping at the base of her black lace bra, while a few layered gold rings and tiny gold hoops completed the look.
Looking the picture of innocence, she allowed her mind to fantasize about the morningâs events. She closed her eyes and imagined Stackâs thick fingers pumping deep inside of her sex as Smoke toyed with the speed and intensity of the anal vibe. She remembered the delicious torture of each orgasm she was denied, mentally tallying the number sheâd set for the two of them when the time came. A sinful grin spread across her face as she imagined Smoke on his knees worshipping her body like the fairy goddess she was. After a final once-over, Candi grabbed her tote bag and left her apartment.
The smell of strawberries and bad decisions trailed behind her as she climbed the steps to the second floor, the clink of her So Kates echoing through the breezeway. She adjusted the strap of the tote, her mind still replaying flashbacks of the morning. The teasing. The way theyâd somehow exposed the crack in her armor. Stackâs charisma living in his mouth and Smokeâs gaze steady enough to make you submit without a second thought.Â
She remembered how her eyes dropped to their laps. Two heavy, unmistakable ridges stretching the fabric of their joggers. But it was the unique blunt bulges that werenât as identical as their faces. The bulges didnât just point; there was a thick, curved silhouette that suggested a dick designed to specifically arc into the deepest, most sensitive parts of a pussy. All Candi could recall through the haze of her edging torture was the thought of what it would feel like to be stretched by those curves. To have them both so deep she couldnât form thoughts.
It still irritated her. She was determined to make the Mississippi boys regret ever toying with her. By the time she reached apartment 2B, the corners of her mouth had curled into a devilish smile. Whatever they thought was about to happen when she knocked on that door, she intended to make sure they were wrong. Candace raised her hand and knocked three times, the sharp raps carrying through the apartment before she folded her arms and waited.
Smoke answered the door shirtless, the diamonds in his Cuban link choker catching the porch light just enough to make Candace pause for a second. He exhaled slowly through his nose, filling the space between them briefly with weed smoke. He didnât hide the way his eyes hungrily drug across her frame, lingering a moment too long on the rosary before letting them drift back to her face.
âWhatâs in the bag?â he asked with a raised eyebrow as he stared down at her.
âToys. Wanna play with me?â she purred as she pushed past him and into the apartment. Her eyes found Stack manspreading on the couch with a blunt hanging from his lips. He was also shirtless, his chain nestled between his pecs. Candi mentally drooled.Â
âSo you came into the tigerâs den dressed like prey?â he growled, his thick Mississippi drawl amplified by the weed smoke.
âIs that what I did?â Candi asked, feigning ignorance. âAnd here I was thinking I just looked cute.â
âCute ainât the right word. Immaculate is more like it,â Smokeâs deep baritone called from behind her, caging her in between him and his brother.
âI asked a question that neither of you answered,â Candi noted, slipping from their clutches to place her tote on the coffee table.
âWhat kind of game did you have in mind?â Stack inquired, attempting to peek in the tote.
âThe kind where the two of you bend to my every command,â she stated matter-of-factly. Elias threw his head back, the roar of his laugh echoing off the walls while Elijah tried his hardest to contain his dimpled smirk. Candace didnât see the joke. In fact, it only fueled her lustful wrath.
âCâmon guys, itâll be fun,â she pressed, rubbing a gentle hand down Smokeâs chest.
âAight, sweet cheeks,â he purred softly in her ear. âIâll indulge. Just tell me what you want me to do.â
Candace slid her hand up his torso, stopping at the base of his throat. She squeezed ever so slightly before leaning up to whisper in his ear.
âOn your knees,â she cooed, feeling the reservation in his body.
âNah, I prefer to stand,â he challenged, carefully placing her arm back to her side. Candace only chuckled before pushing him down on the couch, the heel of her So Kate digging into his chest before he could process the action. Smokeâs lips curled into a dangerous snarl as he stared down at her foot, then back to her face. If she didnât know any better, she wouldâve sworn she heard a faint whimper escape the back of his throat.
Got him.
âChoose your next move carefully, lil bit,â Smoke warned as his dick strained against the fabric of his pajama pants.
âAinât nobody worried about you or your lookalike, Mr. Moore.â
âYou sure about that?â Stack called from behind her. âYou playing a dangerous game right now, ma.â
âI know,â she giggled softly. âBut unlike the two of you, Iâm going to win.â She drove her heel deeper into Smokeâs chest, watching the ragged breaths escape him in waves. He was ready to pounce, and she knew it.
âYou wanna touch me, donât you, Elijah?â
âIâm about to fuck you,â he corrected.
âYou are,â she agreed. âBut first, I want to have some fun.â
Candaceâs heels clicked loudly against the hardwood as she disappeared into the dining room. Both twinsâ heads snapped up when the scrape of furniture echoed from the darkness.
âFuck she doing?â Stack muttered.
âHell if I know,â Smoke answered, eyes narrowing as the scraping sound grew closer. The little fairy appeared moments later, dragging two wooden chairs behind her with surprising ease. She positioned them in the middle of the living room, nudging and positioning them until they sat perfectly back to back. Once the task was complete, she turned back towards the two confused men, an impish grin spreading across her innocent face.
âHow do yâall feel about rope?â
Her fingers snapped before either of them could process what had happened. Not only were they both seated in the chairs, but their hands were tied behind their backs and to one another. Instinctively, they each tested the restraints, growing annoyed when the realization hit that they were moving in tandem.
âHow the fuck you do that?â Stack growled, tugging harder at his restraints.
âJust a little fairy magic,â Candace replied with a nod. âNow be still before you give the both of you rope burn.â
As Stack glared at her lustfully, Smokeâs expression remained stoic. Though he was horny as fuck, there was no way he was about to be caught slipping twice in one night⌠Or so he thought.
2 hours and five delayed orgasms later, Smoke was about to burst. He stared up at Candace with awestruck eyes as she rode him like the mechanical bull at the county fair. He desperately wanted to touch her, to lock his hands around her waist and bounce her until they both exploded, but he couldnât. She relished every second of it, alternating between fast-paced bounces and gentle slow grinds. Smoke was in heaven. Her walls hugged him like they were made for his curve, her slick coating his shaft in the warmest river of pleasure. She slid a delicate hand up his chest, stopping once again at the base of his throat.
âPapa,â she purred sweetly.
âYeh baby?â
âWhat would happen if I did this?â His eyes widened as she gripped his chain, twisting so that it choked him ever so slightly. His hips bucked up into her, pulling a deep, guttural moan from the back of her throat.
âMmm, I like that,â she cooed, twisting tighter.
âCandiiiiii,â Stack hissed, not sure if he would be able to hold back being brought to the edge for a sixth time. While Smoke had been buried deep inside of Candiâs sugar walls, Stack had been blindfolded and forced to listen to it all. His imagination ran wild with images of what could possibly be happening just behind him.Â
While Smokeâs right-curving dick stroked deep into the back of her pussy, Candace ogled Stackâs neglected dick. That made her pussy clamp tighter around Smoke, causing him to groan. Both of them were almost as wide as her wrist, mapped with thick, throbbing veins that coiled around the girth like vines. Stack leaked pre cum while Smoke tried to maneuver his hips to thrust up, but Candaceâs downward bounce left him immobile. She felt so powerful and sensual all at once.Â
âAww, both of the babies are on edge,â she taunted. âThatâs cute.â She slowed her hips in Smokeâs lap before standing up completely, the loss of contact making him groan in defeat. âGood boysâŚnow, just breathe. Stay hard for me. I want you to remember that Iâm the one who decides when you get to cum.âÂ
âLook, weâre sorry for earlier,â Stack pleaded. âWe was just fuckinâ around. Please just let a nigga bust.â
âAnd you promise youâll never do that to me again?â
âWe promise,â they replied in unison.
Candi giggled softly as she snapped her fingers again, removing their restraints. Smoke instantly reached out and grabbed her, positioning her back on his leaking tip while Stack settled in the back of her throat. He gripped her locs and fucked her face relentlessly while his twin rocked into her like a fuck doll. Candace was in sexual bliss. Sheâd never expected her fantasy to play out like this, and she also wasnât mad at it.Â
âLook at you,â Stack admired, stroking her cheek with unexpected tenderness. âYou throating that dick like you wanna own it. You claiminâ my shit, Candi?â
Her eyes rolled back in her head as Smokeâs curve drummed her g-spot with expert precision. Stack smacked her face lightly to bring her back to reality.
âI asked you a question, Candi. You tryna make this your dick?â
She looked up at him with those big doe eyes, and for a second, his resolve slipped. Candace noticed, reaching up to wrap her hand around the base of his shaft. She stroked and sucked his dick to the pace that Smoke set beneath her, causing Stack to go wild.
âFuuuuuuuck,â he roared, thrusting his length deeper down her throat.
Candi pulled off with an audible pop, still stroking his length slowly.
âYou close, Stack?â
âSo fucking close, Candi,â he panted.
She turned her gaze to Smoke, whose bottom lip was swollen and puffy from how hard heâd been biting it.
âYou too?â
âI hope ya IUD workinâ otherwise, you bouta have a Moore baby,â was all he said before a final thrust released his seed deep into her walls. The motion sparked a domino effect, with Candi squirting all over Smokeâs lower half while Stackâs unborn seed painted her esophagus. She swallowed it all, staring up at him with the most innocent, angelic expression.
âYou dangerous, ma,â he chuckled, rubbing his tip back and forth across her lips.
summary: all his life, smoke had heard that two is company but three is a crowd; and never had it made as much sense as it did now.
cw: smut, toxic smoke x annie, failed threesome, messyy, just read it :3
a/n: hiiii! i took a mini trip to see family, but iâm back noww. this was a request and inspired by this post by @librababe7. i kinda deviated from the idea and had this be a first time event for smoke and his girlfriend
part two; part three.
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This was his girlâs ideaâand a stupid one at that.
Smoke could handle his own shit. He ainât need no help pleasing his woman, and every girl heâd ever been with had nothing but good memories to look back on. But for some reason, his girlfriend just had come up with the bright idea to invite someone else into their bed. She just had to make a new friend that she was obsessed with enough to invite over.
This was her idea. Not his. And the way that he saw it, his girl couldnât get upset with the way that things had turned out because he warned her about how ridiculous this all was.
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When she first came homeâtalking about this Annie woman with blush coating her cheeksâhe didnât understand the appeal. So what she supposedly had a silky, smooth voice? So what she was the most beautiful woman his girl had ever seen? Beauty is relative, and Smoke couldnât imagine a woman perfect enough to go there with. But if his girl wanted to give it a try, heâd be willing to do so, too.
They had it all planned out: this would mostly be about his girl getting what she wanted. Smoke was supportive. Smoke was thoughtful, and if she wanted to explore something new, heâd do it with her.
But how could anyone blame him when he finally set his eyes on this Annie woman? This Annie woman who is beautiful with a silky, smooth voice to match?
Smoke was knee deep in her before he realized what he was doing. Annie was laid out on her back in his bed, arching against the mattress with his head between her thighs. All he could hear, smell, taste, see, and feel was her. Her nails were scratching at the back of his neck as she encouraged him to keep going. She kept saying it was good, that he was so good. He had to keep going. Had to keep devouring her until she was shaking against his face.
Smoke dragged Annie to the edge of her pleasure, lips tight around her clit, and before she could cum, he pulled out. A whine leaving her lips, he shut her up quickly by settling his length between her parted thighs. He effectively hushed her cries, and her moans sounded louder than they had all night.
âFuck,â he cursed beneath his breath. âYou tight as shit, baby.â He wiped his face with the back of his hand, soon taking up both of her legs and throwing them over his shoulders.
âOh, shit,â Annie laughed throatily, hardly finding the chance to breath between Smoke pummeling her and kissing down the length of her neck. He was too good at everything he was doing. So damn good for her.
Sheâd completely forgotten why she was here and who had brought her here. Sheâd forgotten this was supposed to involve someone else, too. But how could you blame her? Her new friend ainât tell her that her man had it like this. She ainât say he was this sexy. She ainât say that he would have her dickmatized in mere minutes.
When she was asked to join them, Annie had incorrectly assumed that Smoke couldnât be any good in bed if her friend wanted another person to join, but she was pleasantly astonished by his capabilities. Where she thought heâd be inept, the man was anything but. He could handle her with ease: picking her up, throwing her around, fucking her through the mattressâand his girl, too (when either of them could remember she was there).
Fully consumed by the moment, Smoke had Annie hanging off the side of the bed. Her head hung low as one of her hands touched the floor, trying her best to keep her upright.
"Arch that fuckin' back, baby," he groaned, eyes on the recoil of her ass.
"I'm tryin'," she shouted back, fighting the urge to crumble. Fuck did it feel good. It felt like he was fucking her rawâand he wasn't. It felt like he knew all the right spots and angles to hit. And when she would clench in a real specific way, Smoke felt like she knew what he needed, too. He dragged out and back in, forced her hips to meet his in the middle, and when she pulsed and fluttered and clenched just one last time, they came together with ease.
With her eyes closed, Annie felt him collapse against her back. His breath was hot against her neck, and the weight of him brought her relief.
"You comfortable up there," she laughed in question, sighing when he groaned in her left ear and squeezed at her side. She'd never felt this light after sex, and even though he'd put her through a lot, she felt better than she had all day. She couldn't believe her luck, couldn't believe that saying yes to a simple, yet loaded, ask would result in her body fluttering all over while her eyes sank back into her sockets.
But it felt like she was forgetting something.
She thought back to when Smoke had fell on top of her.
And when she had allowed her body to topple over the edge of the bed.
And when she was moaning his name and he hers.
And when he was eating her out with frenzied purpose.
And when he had ripped her clothes from her body.
And when she had walked into the bedroom.
And when the front door had opened and her friend was on the other side.
Annieâs eyes sprang open quickly, and with Smoke still laid out on top of her, she saw her friend standing in the door frame of the bedroom. Her shoulder was leaned into the wood. Her right foot crossed over her left while her arms folded against her chest in a strong hold. Robe covering her naked body, the woman looked like she could breathe fire and curse someoneâs bloodline in the same second, and Annie didnât exactly blame her. This wasnât supposed to go like this, but she and the man had gotten far too carried away with each other.
âYâall done yet,â the woman spoke up, not even truly ready for the answer the tangled pair would utter.
Above Annie, Smoke groaned in realization, cursing to himself. Heâd fucked up, and he wasnât sure how he was going to come back from this; And he wasnât sure if he wanted to either. Head lifting from where heâd rested it against Annieâs back, he avoided the other woman across the room.
He stood upright and removed the used condom.
He huffed a breath as he moved to find something for Annie to cover herself with.
He cleared his throat as if ready to speak.
But once he met the eye of the woman across the room, all words died in his throat.
