Today you were really pushing it, from you kissing your teeth at him to you ‘accidentally’ knocking his hat of his head in public. The car ride home was sickeningly quiet, you could hear the tires crunching against the sandy dirt and the cicadas screeching in mockery against you, almost like they were laughing at your current situation. You just knew your ass was grass when you got back home , but a sick and twisted part of you wanted him to get reckless…to finally lose that tough facade that he always up; your actually surprised he didn’t turn you every which way but loose infront of everyone, and actually wreck your mind and body how you wanted him too.
That’s exactly why you decided to push his buttons today, he’s been so caught up in running around town with his crazy ass twin these past few days that it’s like he forgot has a whole woman he needed to tend to as well, so when he proposed the idea of taking you out shopping to make up for his loss, you couldn’t help but cackle and make up a plan to make him pay.
INSIDE THE HOUSE…
Before you could spit another angry comment back at him, his big hand shot out, grabbin' your wrist and yanked you down onto the king sized bed. You hit the mattress with a gasp, but he was on you in a flash, his dead weight pinnin' you flat. “Look at you, all mouthy and full of fire,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear, his voice already hoarse from all that shouting’ he was doing with stack. “You’ve been getting on my last nerves since we’ve stepped out this fuckin house darlin. I already told you i’m sorry, what more do you want, hmmm?…”
He went quiet for a second, almost to see if you would dare even open your mouth to justify your nasty behaviour. Humming in satisfaction he ghosted his lips down your neck. “ mhmm.. just like i thought, soon as a nigga pin you down, you get to going all quiet and shi’… is’ aight though, jus means by the end of it you’ll be so fucked out, i won’t have to deal with yo bratty ass whining in my ear no mo”
Roughly turning you over he hiked up your dress and groaned as he saw your panties were already damp in the middle “ Look at ya’…panties already drippin and I ain’t een touch that pretty pussy yet” you let out a whine in frustration, it was not supposed to turn out like this; He was the one who was supposed to beg, not YOU!. He got his finger and run it down the centre of your clothed pussy, you tried to close your legs but that was quickly corrected with a harsh slap on your thigh “ Keep them legs open pretty girl, i ain’t gon tell yer’ ass again”
“You been beggin' for this, haven't ya? Dreamin' 'bout me foldin' you up like a goddamn pretzel and fuckin' the sass right outta ya.”
He didn't wait for your answer—didn't care. His rough hands gripped your thighs, haulin' 'em up high, pressin' your knees back toward your chest until your body folded beneath him. The mating press locked you in place, your pussy exposed and vulnerable, thighs tremblin' against your own shoulders. Smoke loomed over you, his belt clinkin' as he shoved his jeans down just enough to free his thick cock, already hard and throbbin', veins bulgin' like twisted roots. “See this?” he snarled, slappin' the heavy length against your slick folds. “This here's gonna teach you respect, girl. You gonna take every inch, and you're gonna thank me for it.”
You whimpered, but he just laughed, a mean, guttural sound that rumbled from his chest. “Whinin' already? Pathetic. Thought you were tough, talkin' all that shit earlier. Now look at ya—legs spread wide, pussy drippin' like a faucet just waitin' for my dick.” He teased the fat head along your entrance, rubbin' it through your wetness, but not pushin' in yet. “Say it. Tell me you're sorry for bein' a mouthy little bitch.” His eyes bored into yours, dark and unyieldin', that drawl sharp as a switchblade. “Or I'll make you beg louder.”
The pressure built as he finally thrust forward, buryin' half his cock in one brutal shove. You cried out, the stretch burnin' sweet and deep, your walls clenchin' around him. “That's it,” he grunted, foldin' you tighter, his hips slammin' down to drive the rest home. “Feel that? My cock splittin' you open, fillin' up that greedy cunt. You ain't nothin' but a hole for me to use now, darlin'. No more backtalk—just moans and my name.” He started poundin' into you, each thrust pinnin' you deeper into the mattress, his balls slappin' against your ass with wet, obscene smacks.
Sweat beaded on his brow, tricklin' down his stubbled jaw as he rutted like an animal, mean and relentless. “Look at your face,” he taunted, voice husky with that slow southern roll. “All twisted up, eyes waterin' 'cause you can't handle how deep I'm goin'. This is what you get for thinkin' you could mouth off to me. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't even remember your own damn name.” His hands dug into your thighs, bruisin' the flesh, holdin' you locked in that crushin' position while he hammered away, cock dragin' against every sensitive spot inside you.
You tried to squirm, but he pinned you harder, his body a cage of muscle and heat. “Nuh-uh, stay put,” he snapped, teeth flashin' in a wicked grin. “You take it like a good girl, or I'll flip you over and spank that ass raw first. Bet you'd like that, wouldn't ya? Dirty little slut, creamin' all over my dick while I correct your ways.” The dirty words poured from him, each one punctuated by a savage thrust, his accent thickenin' with lust. “Fuck, you're tight—squeezin' me like you never want me to pull out. That's right, milk my cock. Show me how sorry you are.”
The room filled with the sounds of skin on skin, your gasps mixin' with his grunts, the bed groanin' under the force. He leaned down closer, his mouth crashin' against yours in a rough kiss, tongue invadin' like he owned you. “Taste that?” he murmured against your lips, drawl slurrin' with effort. “That's you, all wet and needy. No more actin' like you run this show. From now on, you keep that attitude in check, or I'll bend you like this every goddamn night.”
Pressure coiled tight in your core, his relentless pace pushin' you toward the edge. He felt it, smirkin' as he ground deeper, hittin' that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. “Cum for me, then,” he ordered, voice a low command. “Squirt all over this cock and prove you've learned your lesson. But don't think we're done—I'm gonna fill this pussy up, breed you full till it leaks outta ya.” With a final, brutal slam, he buried himself to the hilt, ropin' hot cum deep inside as your body shattered around him, waves of pleasure crashin' through the mean, delicious hold he had on you. Water splashing all over his lower abdomen and your juicy cunt pushed his dick out.
See, the difference with Smoke was never in what he said—because Smoke didn’t need words. He was the kind of man whose silence spoke louder than threats ever could. One slow, deliberate glance from him—sharp, unreadable, heavy with intent—and your body reacted before your brain did.
That mean glare that he would give you when you got to out of line, signified that you had half a second, maybe less, to cut the shit and act right. No countdown. No second chances. Just the understanding that whatever nonsense you were on needed to end immediately—or Smoke would end it for you. He doesn’t raise his voice. He didn’t have to. He doesn’t even look at you. Most times, he doesn’t have to.
NOTES: I watched ATWOW and ever since then i’ve been OBSESSED. And yes ik that we humans technically would not be able to take the full size of a Na’vi cock, BUT JUST LET ME BE DELUSIONAL DAMMIT.
Thinking about…
Dilf!Tonowari who doesn’t take disrespect or brattyness from you, even in the slightest. He silences you with one final look and you know best to take heed and stay quiet…. “Behave,yawne” If you do perhaps don’t wanna listen, then be prepared to be folded like a pretzel, while he teases your folds with his huge!cock. I firmly believe that he loves spanking you as a ‘punishment’, and yes i put punishment in quotation marks because him and you both know you enjoy it much more than intended.
Dilf!Tonowari who didn’t give a flying fuck about anyone else’s opinions, with you guys relationship. So what he’s dating a human?! there’s soooo many benefits of dating one, likeeeee how tight you feel when your struggling to take his cock. He’s the Olo’eyktan, so if anyone has an issue they can come and say it to his face, otherwise may peace be upon them.
Dilf!Tonowari who loves to grind on you when you’re not giving him attention. The feeling of his long manhood grinding against your backside, drives you crazy and he knows that; the excitement that only a thin piece of fabric separates the feeling of complete euphoria when he slips inside and hits spots inside you that always makes you swear you see Eywa. “ Cmon Ma Yawntu, give your Oeyä yawntu some love mmm?” he’s such a big baby at heart, mhmmm YOUR big baby. He sure ain’t a baby no more when he’s balls deep inside to the point you can feel your stomach bulging and swollen full of his cum tho.
Dilf!Tonowari who has a major breeding kink as you can clearly tell, like this nigga WILL NOT let you leave the kelku without making sure he’s cummed buckets inside of you, and when it leaks down your thighs, he just scoops it back up with his long fingers and plunges it back inside you with a groan“ We can’t have my seed wasted, now can we precious?”. He most deff has a daddy/sir kink.
Dilf!Tonowari who is hopelessly obsessed with your entire existence. This man is the walking definition of “happy wife, happy life,” and he takes that philosophy seriously—doing absolutely everything in his power to keep you happy, content, and well taken care of. YES KING. And if you’re ever upset with him? He’ll conveniently forget all about his important duties, choosing instead to follow you around all day like a lost, lovesick puppy—tail tucked low, ears drooping, eyes never leaving you—waiting for even the smallest sign of forgiveness. Honestly… how could you not give in to your handsome man when he looks at you like that?
Dilf!Tonowari who loves when you get jealous. Now obviously in his profession he has to talk to numerous amount of people in his clan, some of them being woman, who sometimes get beside themselves and often times try flirt with him. Now obviously he doesn’t take these encounters lightly seeing as though his already has a beautiful wife ( you) but sometimes he can’t help but want to get under your skin at times, so, every now and then, he plays along just enough to test your patience, casting you knowing glances the entire time, fully aware of what he’s doing… and exactly how you’ll react.
⤷But don’t worry, little one—once all of that is over, don’t think for a second that when you return to your shared kelku, he won’t devote himself to you entirely. Tonowari worships you like something sacred. He takes his time, starting slow—soft kisses pressed along your skin, murmured promises of what’s still to come, his strong hands roaming with purpose, gripping and molding you like you were made just for him. And for a while, he’s patient… until he isn’t. Restlessness settles in deep within his bones , his restraint thinning, and suddenly his touch grows more insistent—his teeth brushing past the mist sensitive part of your neck—his fingers hitching higher and higher to your moist puffy lips, but then stopping just 2 inches away just to hear your pitiful whines. “ Be patient darling, allow your chief to take care of you”
Dilf!Tonowari who loves showing of his muscles—first because he knows he’s bigger, broader, and far more intimidatingly built than the rest of the Na’vi (YAYYY more of him for you). But more importantly, he does it because he knows how much you adore him. The way your eyes linger. The way your breath catches every time he comes near. He moves slowly on purpose, fully aware that even the smallest shift of his body makes powerful muscles roll and flex beneath his skin. Those massive thighs that could pin you in place without effort, the way his strong, calloused hands look almost sinful wrapped around weapons, tools—or you. He pretends it’s casual, all confidence and control, but the truth is he thrives on the way you look at him like he’s something irresistible… something entirely yours.
⤷His thighs are yours to ride, claim them as your throne Queen; he even boldly asked you to use them as you please, just make sure to lick up your juices after your done— we can’t have him walking around with your juices just on display on his thighs when he’s talking to his people, can we? ( unless you into that..). He’ll get so turnt on by watching you, biting his lips, eyes low, low groans and his hands on your hips, guiding the pace; the whole shebang. He’s such a people pleaser when it comes to you, like this one time he must’ve came so hard just by watching YOU squirt on his thighs. He LOVES making you feel good and will forgot his own pleasure just to focus on yours.
N/A: IK IV’E BEEN GONE FOR SO LONG, GAH DAMN. But I had to make a quick post for this fine ass dilf, other than that-what other things ya’ll want me to post?
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Alien!Smoke and Stack whose spaceship crashed into your backyard one night. They tell you they came from another world called ‘sinners’. They tell you they have nowhere to go and are planning to crash out at your place for a couple of days, and they ain’t taking ‘no’ for an answer. Over the next couple of days you’ve grown to quite like these fine specimens and eventually fall for the both of them.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: READER IS PORTRAYED TO BE 20 WHILE SMOKE/STACK ARE 36. READER IS A LONER AND HAS NO FRIENDS!!, Poly! Smoke and Stack x Fem!Reader, Slow build!,Slight angst, Oral ( Fem and Male both give/receive), Spit play!, BIG DICK! SMOKE/STACK ( should i make it have a knot and tentacles?), Dom!Stack/Smoke, Rough fucking!, Use of whip cream and chocolate syrup. There’s gonna be seven parts.
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓪𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓢𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴
Most people called you Bunny, well….the ones who actually cared about you did; aka your parents. Your “bunny nature”—that soft, gentle way you seemed to tiptoe into people’s lives without ever meaning to, leaving a quiet kind of warmth behind. You had that delicate innocence in your smile, the kind that made others slow down just to look at you a little longer, as if afraid they might scare you away. Your shyness showed in the way you quickly averted your eyes somewhere else when someone’s gaze lingered too long, and in how your words always came out softly, like a secret you weren’t sure you should share. To your parents you weren’t just a Bunny; you were a little piece of comfort wrapped in warmth and timidity, the kind of soul people wanted to hold close but protect from the world.
Unfortunately, the world doesn’t take well to people like you—soft, gentle, and unguarded—because wolves are always lurking, drawn to the light you carry like thieves in the dark. They come to taint, to take, to twist the purity they’ll never understand, circling with smiles that hide teeth, waiting for the moment your trust slips into their hands. You, with your quiet eyes and tender ways, never see the danger until it’s close enough to breathe against your skin, and by then it’s too late—the wolves have already decided you’re theirs.
And for that reason, people didn’t like you—it was as if they couldn’t comprehend you, couldn’t understand how someone could be so soft in a world that demanded edges. At twenty years old, you lived alone in your little house, walls painted in the muted colors of comfort, though they echoed with a silence you never asked for. No friends, no company—not because you didn’t want them, oh God, you prayed every night for the warmth of laughter and the ease of belonging. But life has its cruel way of twisting the knife, and somehow, without meaning to, you ended up with nothing but your own shadow for company.
Days bled into each other, your world becoming the four walls you rarely stepped beyond. Still… you had Miffy, your small furball of a bunny, who hopped around the living room like a heartbeat in the quiet. A strange little irony—you, the girl everyone called Bunny, keeping an actual bunny as your only companion. Maybe it was fate’s way of mocking you, or maybe it was mercy’s—either way, Miffy never looked at you with the suspicion or hunger the rest of the world did.
Which brings us to that day—10 p.m. on a hot summer’s night, the kind that left the air thick and heavy, clinging to your skin even though the sun had long since disappeared. The window was cracked open in vain, but instead of a breeze, only the hum of distant cicadas drifted inside, a reminder that the world outside was still very much alive while yours stayed quiet. The faint scent of cut grass lingered in the air, mingling with the warmth that seemed to press against the walls of your little house.
You and Miffy were curled up on the couch together, your bare legs sticking slightly to the worn fabric, a half-finished glass of water sweating on the table beside you. The living room was cloaked in shadows, the only light coming from the soft, flickering glow of the TV—a pale, restless illumination that painted your face in shades of blue and silver. In that small, heavy silence, with Miffy nestled against your chest and your fingers absentmindedly stroking her soft fur, it almost felt like the world outside didn’t exist—like the only things left breathing in the thick summer air were you, your bunny, and the quiet ache of wanting more.
You sat back comfortably in your two piece cheetah print set, hair did up in a messy bun. You barely payed attention to the TV as it rambled on about its usual late-night nonsense, the flickering screen nothing more than background noise to the thoughts circling in your head. Lately, you couldn’t shake the hollow ache of loneliness, the way your little house felt too quiet, too empty—like it was swallowing you whole. Maybe you needed someone, you thought, a companion or even a roommate, just something to fill the silence that clung to every corner. Miffy shifted against you, her soft fur brushing your arm as if she sensed the weight of your thoughts. And then—suddenly—a huge crash erupted from the backyard, sharp and violent, splitting through the thick summer night like glass shattering. Your heart lurched painfully in your chest, Miffy jolting in your arms with a terrified thump of her tiny body. The sound was so loud, so sudden, that for a moment all you could do was sit frozen in the dark, the TV’s glow now casting more menace than comfort, your pulse hammering as the silence that followed grew heavier… too heavy.
What the hell was that?…
The same phrase pulsed in your head, though your lips never moved, your body too rigid to even breathe. It was like fear had wrapped itself around you in iron chains, keeping you locked in place while your heart thundered violently against your ribs. The silence that followed was worse than the crash itself—thick, suffocating, the kind that pressed against your ears until you swore you could hear the blood rushing in your veins. Your hands trembled uncontrollably, breath coming in short, jagged pulls, and with a shaking exhale you lowered Miffy onto the couch. She shifted, her tiny nose twitching nervously as if she, too, knew the world had just shifted into something dangerous.
With legs that felt like they didn’t belong to you, you forced yourself into the kitchen. The dim glow of the TV barely reached the counter, but your hand found what it needed: the cold, familiar weight of a knife. You clutched it tight, the handle slick beneath your damp palms, and willed yourself forward. Each step toward the back door felt like walking deeper into a nightmare, the air heavy with heat and dread.You swallowed hard and, with agonizing slowness, pulled the door open. The hinges groaned, and then your breath caught in your throat.
There, spread across the yard, was something impossible—an enormous ship, metallic and monstrous, its surface humming with an otherworldly energy that made the ground tremble beneath your bare feet. Blue light rippled across its hull, casting eerie shadows against the fence, making the night feel unreal. Your gasp tore from you before you could stop it, but the sound was lost beneath the low, thrumming pulse of the machine.The world tilted. Your vision blurred, dizziness crashing into you like a tidal wave. But just before the blackness consumed you, you saw them—two tall, dark figures stepping out from the blinding glow of the ship. Their silhouettes were sharp, deliberate, undeniably human yet cloaked in something alien. They stalked toward you with purpose, the night folding around them, and the last thought that seared through your mind before everything went dark was terrifyingly simple: who are they?
Your eyes fluttered open to the soft, familiar glow of the TV, its low murmur filling the room like nothing had ever happened. You were back on the couch, Miffy curled peacefully at your side, her tiny breaths steady against your arm. For a moment, confusion clouded your mind, the memory of the crash, the ship, the figures—it all felt too vivid, too impossible. A shaky laugh slipped past your lips, part relief, part disbelief. Just a dream, you told yourself, pressing a hand to your chest to calm the frantic beating of your heart. God, thank you—it was just a dream.
But then a voice, smooth and drawling, cut clean through the fragile silence of the room.
“Well, hello, ma’am.”
Your body went rigid, the sound unmistakably real, thick with a Southern twang that sent a chill crawling down your spine. You whipped your head around, breath hitching violently—and there he was. Stack, tall and broad, standing just a few feet away, a dangerous grin tugging at his lips as though he’d been waiting for you to notice. Beside him, shadowed yet just as imposing, stood Smoke, his eyes dark and unreadable, fixed on you with a weight that made your throat close.The knife was gone from your hand, your heart slammed against your ribs, and the truth hit you like ice water—you hadn’t dreamed at all.
Your scream tore out of you, raw and desperate, shattering the quiet of the summer night.
The scream tore from your lungs until your throat burned, but they didn’t flinch—not Smoke, who only cocked his head like he was studying a painting, and not Stack, who smirked wider, clearly amused.“Now, now,” Stack drawled, raising both hands as if to calm you, though the glint in his eyes said he enjoyed your fear. “Ain’t no need for all that, sweetheart. We ain’t here to hurt ya.”
“Yet,” Smoke murmured, his voice a low rumble that cut through the air. His gaze never left you—heavy, dark, unreadable—and it made your knees weak in a way you hated.Your chest rose and fell in sharp gasps. “Who—who the hell are you? How did you get in here?” Stack let out a sharp laugh, deep and rolling. “Lord, she’s wound tighter than a church drum. Don’t worry, darlin’. We ain’t no burglars. Matter fact, we’re… visitors.”
Smoke’s lip curved in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Escaped,” he corrected, voice like gravel.The word hung in the air like smoke curling from a dying fire, heavy and lingering. You blinked, still trying to wrap your mind around everything—giant ships, two mysterious handsome men, and the way your chest was suddenly hammering in your ribcage. Before you could ask anything else , Stack leaned forward, elbow resting casually on the back of your couch, like he owned the room, like he owned you. His drawl was smooth, practiced, and just a little dangerous. “Name’s Stack,” he said, as he read all the thoughts in your head fluttering around, tilting his head, “This one ova’ here… he’s Smoke.”
The mention of his name didn’t faze him in the slightest as he didn’t move, just stood behind Stack, arms crossed, dark eyes taking you in slowly. His presence was heavier, more imposing, but there was a heat to it, a pull you couldn’t deny, the kinda pull when you know that your life is gonna change for the better. “Don’t let my brother here do all the talkin’ na ,” he muttered, voice low, deliberate, like a warning. You swallowed hard to the point you nearly choked on your own saliva, nerves and curiosity twisting in your stomach, then managed to lift your chin to look at them. “I’m… uh, I’m [Your Name],” you said softly, fingers fidgeting in your lap. “Nice… to meet you… I guess.”
Stack’s grin widened, a lazy, knowing curve that made something in your stomach twist. He leaned in closer—so close you could smell the faint mix of smoke and leather clinging to him—and his shoulder brushed yours like it was on purpose. “Nice to meet you too, Bunny,” he drawled, the word rolling off his tongue like he’d been saying it for years. Your heart skipped a beat, breath catching in your throat as you froze. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker. Your eyes widened like saucers, confusion flashing across your face as you stammered, “H-how did you know that people call me ‘Bunny’?” The nickname sounded almost foreign in his mouth—too intimate, too familiar—and yet it sent a strange thrill coursing through you. You hadn’t told him, hadn’t told anyone lately, and for a brief, dizzying second, you wondered if these two men were more than just lost strangers from another world.
Stack didn’t answer right away. He just watched you with that same infuriating, teasing smirk, grill glinting like a price of glass in the sun, the kind that said he was enjoying every second of your confusion. His deep brown eyes glinted under the dim light, mischief and something darker dancing behind them. Finally after a long pause , he chuckled—a low, rough sound that made your pulse skip again. “Let’s just say,” he murmured, voice dropping to a murmur as he leaned even closer, “we’ve got a knack for knowin’ things we shouldn’t pretty girl.” Before you could respond at the pet name he called you, Smoke shifted behind him, his tone smoother but heavier, like velvet draped over steel. “Stack likes to show off,” he said, his gaze sweeping over you, slow and deliberate. “But he ain’t wrong. We know plenty. About people… about you.”
Your lips parted, words caught somewhere between disbelief and intrigue. “About me?” you whispered. “How? I’ve never—”Stack interrupted, his grin turning softer, almost thoughtful now. “Because, Bunny, some names just fit the soul. You don’t gotta hear ‘em to know ‘em. You got that look… soft, curious, like you’d run if you had to—but deep down, you wanna stay.”The way he said it made your breath hitch. Smoke’s dark gaze flicked between you and Stack, then back to you, his voice low. “And maybe… fate just decided to tell us what to call you.”
You blinked, still trying to steady your heart. “Fate?”
Stack shrugged acting as this was the norm, leaning back a little but keeping his eyes on you. “Sure. Call it what you want. But the way I see it? We weren’t just crashin’ anywhere, Bunny. We crashed here for a reason.” For a moment, none of you spoke. The hum of the television, the faint sound of Miffy shifting on the couch beside you—everything felt distant, drowned out by the strange electricity crackling in the air. And as you sat there, caught between two strangers who seemed to know too much and yet not enough, a single thought crossed your mind:
this wasn’t an accident.
Breaking the silence he cleared his throat and gave you a firm look “ so…you believe us that we won’t hurt you?”both of their eyes seem to pierce deep into yours as you contemplated your next words “ I guess so..” you muttered under your breath. Smoke stepped forward then, slow, deliberate, eyes never leaving yours. “We don’t do ‘guess,’ darlin’. Either you believe us… or you don’t,” he said, voice low, almost a growl, making your knees weak without even touching you.
You flushed, heart hammering, and managed a nervous laugh. “I… I believe you… I think,” you said, biting your lip, suddenly very aware of the closeness of both of them. Stack smirked, tilting his head like he’d just won a game you didn’t know you were playing. “Good answer, Bunny. Keepin’ up with us l’ll be fun, I promise.” Smoke’s dark eyes softened slightly, a hint of amusement flickering there. “Fun, sure. But dangerous too. You sure you’re ready for that?” You swallowed hard, cheeks heating, but a small, defiant spark lit inside you. “I think… I’m ready,” you whispered, and even as the words left your lips, you realized how much you meant it.
Stack leaned back slightly, still grinning, while Smoke just tilted his head, lips curling into the faintest smirk. The room was thick with unspoken tension, and for the first time that week, you realized… maybe your life had just completely changed. “ so where are you guys from?” you said questionably as your eyes slid from one to another.
Your words polluted the air like something sour was poisoning it, as Stack held a resentful face as he peered ahead of him. He took a peer at his brothers face, to which he was already looking at him. Sighing deep through his nose, he turned his head back to face yours with his face set hard. “See, doll, me and my brother here—we come from a place called Sinners. Nasty little world, full of trouble. We had ourselves a good thing goin’, though. Juke joint, music, whiskey flowin’, women dancin’. Had folks laughin’ and livin’ free.” His eyes glimmered like he was right back there. “But wouldn’t ya know it—Remmick had a problem with that. Been huntin’ us down ever since.”
Your laugh burst out before you could stop it, sharp and shaky. “Okay. Right. And let me guess—you’re from the 1930s too, huh?” you jokingly rolled your eyes as you took in their formal attire.“1932,” Smoke said flatly, his voice dead serious. He didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. You stared at him, your laugh faltering into silence. “You’re joking.” Stack’s smirk softened into something a little darker. “Do we look like we jokin’, sugar?” Your stomach twisted. You had to be going mad. First ships, now time travelers? You rubbed your temples, shaking your head. “This isn’t real. This isn’t happening.”
Stack kissed his teeth and braised himself back before looking at brother on what to do next. Rolling his neck and shoulders Smoke took a step forward “Why don’t we show her, brother?” Smoke’s words were more command than suggestion. Before you could protest, Stack was already pulling you toward the back door, his hand warm and heavy on your wrist. “Careful now, don’t faint on us again sweetheart.”
The night hit you like a wall, thick and humid, cicadas buzzing. And there it was again—towering over your yard, glowing with that impossible, unearthly hum: the ship. It pulsed like it was alive, blue light spilling across your fence, reflecting in Smoke’s dark eyes. You couldn’t believe it….a real space ship buzzed with life right in front of you “No!…i-it can’t be…h-h-how?” you muttered in part disbelief and awe. “Told ya, darlin’.” Stack’s grin was sharp, satisfied, as though he’d been waiting for this exact moment.
Smoke just watched you from next of you, his expression unreadable, his voice calm. “Now you understand.” You wrapped your arms around yourself as you felt the temperature get a bit chilly , shaking your head. “Why me? Why here?” Stack shrugged, leaning against the doorframe like this was the most casual conversation in the world. “Funny thing, doll. We didn’t pick you. Just spun the dial in the cockpit, pressed the button, and… here we are. Pure chance.” He shot you a look, mischievous and deliberate. “Fate, maybe.”
Smoke turned his body fully toward you, his movements slow, deliberate—like he was studying every twitch of your expression, every breath you took. His gaze dragged over you, not with lust but with a kind of cautious calculation, as if he was preparing for how you might react to what he was about to say. The air between you grew still, heavy. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and gravelly, carrying that smooth Southern cadence that made his words feel almost dangerous. “We ain’t leavin’, darlin’. Not ‘til we got a plan. Seven days… maybe more.”
Your heart dropped. “Seven… days?”
“That’s right.” Stack winked, his voice low and teasing. “So looks like you got yourself some company, Bunny.” You didn’t miss the way Smoke’s lips twitched upwards for a split second . A million protests surged to your tongue, but one look at the ship silenced them. You pressed your palms into your face, groaning. “God help me…” Stack clapped his hands together like he’d won something. “Well now, that’s settled! Point us to a room, sugar. We’ll try not to track dirt in.”
Smoke’s gaze lingered on you, slow and deliberate. “She ain’t gonna let us sleep here without rules.” He wasn’t wrong. They looked out of place in your modern little living room, their suits rumpled from travel, their accents thick and old-fashioned. They didn’t even glance at the TV still flickering in the background. You sighed, resigned. “Fine. Guest room’s down the hall. But… God, you guys don’t even know what a smartphone is, do you? or do you guys even know what year we’re in?”
Stack tilted his head, that trademark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Smart… what now? And we prolly in the yearrrrr…” —he dragged it out, squinting at the vast night sky as if searching for the answer— “1950?” You couldn’t help it; laughter burst out of you so hard it echoed through the room. He looked at you like you’d just told the world’s biggest secret, his hand flying to his chest in mock offence. “What you laughin’ at, girl?” he said, feigning a wounded look that only made you laugh harder. Wiping a tear from your cheek, you managed to say between breaths, “Boy, don’t take offence— you too funny. It’s 2025, and it’s about to be over in two months.”
For a second, silence. Then Stack’s eyes went wide as saucers. He turned sharply toward Smoke, pointing like you’d just told him the world was ending. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered, his grin returning full force. “I better be seein’ flyin’ cars in this bitch!” Smoke just sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Lord help us if that’s the first thing you worried about.” Stack shot him a playful glare, then looked back at you, the spark in his eyes undimmed. “2025, huh? Guess we got some catchin’ up to do, Bunny.”
Smiling you turn towards the both of them “ I’m gonna have to teach you a whole lot, aren’t I?” “Guess you will, sweetheart,” Stack said, grinning wide, eyes trailing over you in a way that made your stomach flip. Smoke’s voice was quiet but firm,however you did notice them soften a little, eyes locked on yours. “Seven days. You teach. We learn. Then we leave.” He paused, letting the silence weigh heavy before adding, “Until then—you’re stuck with us.”
And the way he said it, low and final, made it sound less like a warning and more like a promise….
𝜗𝜚1. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Inspired au by @milkywayzard with bridgerton. Her au consists of “But in this case, it will be the Moores family, The twins are known from being from a wealthy family, the biggest family in New York (I pick New York because of the Harlem Renaissance era) and Black people really ate up this era!!! But use your imagination. We're using it like Bridgerton like with the castles with the big homes, elegant. Just filthy rich people, but the moore family are the filthiest.Their parents want them to get married, but they lollygagging and the parents put their foot down and said if smoke and stack keep playing their going to find them girls to married. their back straightened up when they heard that so they are looking for their soulmate.” But let’s make it spicer and add the ‘Red string of fate’.
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄?
╰┈➤It posits that an invisible red thread connects two people destined to be lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. This thread can stretch, tangle, or even appear distant, but it can never break, ensuring eventual reunion and connection.
What happens when somehow the boys red string leads to one girl? Will their parents accept that?
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Lilly(oc) x Smoke x Stack
𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 (𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬)
⋆˚✿˖°2. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Alien!Smoke and Stack whose spaceship crashed into your backyard one night. They tell you they came from another world called 'sinners'. They tell you they have nowhere to go and are planning to crash out at your place for a couple of days, and they ain't taking 'no' for an answer. Over the next couple of days you've grown to quite like these fine specimens and eventually fall for the both of them.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Poly! Smoke and Stack x Fem!Reader
𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 (𝐔𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠)
⋆˙⟡3. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: In which reader somehow gets transported into the realm of sinners after falling asleep while watching the film on her tv. When she wakes up from her nap she expects to be greeted by her pet cat called "Cupcake' only to be met with the cast of sinners surrounding her and staring at her like" who tf is this random bitch?". Fast forward, you explain how you got there you explain to them that some man named 'remmick' and his two minions are vampires and are going to try kill them, of course they don't believe you at first, but when shit hits the fan they have no chose but too. In the end the reader helps them defeat remmick and shi.
- Reader is able to form a portal to her world (which is ours) and theirs at will.
- Reader brings them stuff from her world to theirs (stuff like, a phone, pictures, etc) to make them believe
- Reader ends up bonding with the cast and they become good friends in the end... maybe stack and smoke both have a crush on her, but who knows? Shhhhh
- Could be turned into a series
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sinners cast x reader ( the all will bond with her, but none romantic other than Stack and Smoke anddddd maybe Annie cause her fine ass so sexy)
❝𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓?…❞ (𝐔𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠)
⋆˚꩜｡4. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Seven years away from Clarksdale and Smoke thought nothing would change. But the bitter truth cuts deep—Annie’s no longer his, she’s moved on… with you. Rage coils through him, his only thought to tear you out of the picture. Yet when he finally comes face-to-face with you, something shifts. Your defiance, your sly charm, the way you refuse to bend—it drags him under. Soon enough, Stack feels it too. What begins as hostility turns into a dangerous obsession, the two of them circling you like predators starved too long. One night, desire wins. Rough hands, filthy words, the kind of lust that leaves bruises—you let them take you both. And when Annie walks in on the act? Instead of fury, she lingers in the shadows, aroused and breathless, whispering for you not to stop.
𝜗𝜚1. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Inspired au by @milkywayzard with bridgerton. Her au consists of “But in this case, it will be the Moores family, The twins are known from being from a wealthy family, the biggest family in New York (I pick New York because of the Harlem Renaissance era) and Black people really ate up this era!!! But use your imagination. We're using it like Bridgerton like with the castles with the big homes, elegant. Just filthy rich people, but the moore family are the filthiest.Their parents want them to get married, but they lollygagging and the parents put their foot down and said if smoke and stack keep playing their going to find them girls to married. their back straightened up when they heard that so they are looking for their soulmate.” But let’s make it spicer and add the ‘Red string of fate’.
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄?
╰┈➤It posits that an invisible red thread connects two people destined to be lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. This thread can stretch, tangle, or even appear distant, but it can never break, ensuring eventual reunion and connection.
What happens when somehow the boys red string leads to one girl? Will their parents accept that?
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Lilly(oc) x Smoke x Stack
𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 (𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬)
⋆˚✿˖°2. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Alien!Smoke and Stack whose spaceship crashed into your backyard one night. They tell you they came from another world called 'sinners'. They tell you they have nowhere to go and are planning to crash out at your place for a couple of days, and they ain't taking 'no' for an answer. Over the next couple of days you've grown to quite like these fine specimens and eventually fall for the both of them.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Poly! Smoke and Stack x Fem!Reader
𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 (𝐔𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠)
⋆˙⟡3. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: In which reader somehow gets transported into the realm of sinners after falling asleep while watching the film on her tv. When she wakes up from her nap she expects to be greeted by her pet cat called "Cupcake' only to be met with the cast of sinners surrounding her and staring at her like" who tf is this random bitch?". Fast forward, you explain how you got there you explain to them that some man named 'remmick' and his two minions are vampires and are going to try kill them, of course they don't believe you at first, but when shit hits the fan they have no chose but too. In the end the reader helps them defeat remmick and shi.
- Reader is able to form a portal to her world (which is ours) and theirs at will.
- Reader brings them stuff from her world to theirs (stuff like, a phone, pictures, etc) to make them believe
- Reader ends up bonding with the cast and they become good friends in the end... maybe stack and smoke both have a crush on her, but who knows? Shhhhh
- Could be turned into a series
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sinners cast x reader ( the all will bond with her, but none romantic other than Stack and Smoke anddddd maybe Annie cause her fine ass so sexy)
❝𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓?…❞ (𝐔𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠)
⋆˚꩜｡4. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Seven years away from Clarksdale and Smoke thought nothing would change. But the bitter truth cuts deep—Annie’s no longer his, she’s moved on… with you. Rage coils through him, his only thought to tear you out of the picture. Yet when he finally comes face-to-face with you, something shifts. Your defiance, your sly charm, the way you refuse to bend—it drags him under. Soon enough, Stack feels it too. What begins as hostility turns into a dangerous obsession, the two of them circling you like predators starved too long. One night, desire wins. Rough hands, filthy words, the kind of lust that leaves bruises—you let them take you both. And when Annie walks in on the act? Instead of fury, she lingers in the shadows, aroused and breathless, whispering for you not to stop.
Hello my friend; I just came across your account so I wanted to say that I love your stories and everything! I also wanted to know if you are doing any stories requests or anything?✨❤️🔥🦋🍒🍾🩸🔪🫰🏾💯✝️✨
@lelewright1234 YESS BOOKIE I AM☺️ so send em innnnn
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Sinners cast x reader ( the all will bond with her, but none romantic other than Stack and Smoke anddddd maybe Annie cause her fine ass so sexy)
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎: In which reader somehow gets transported into the realm of sinners after falling asleep while watching the film on her tv. When she wakes up from her nap she expects to be greeted by her pet cat called ‘Cupcake’ only to be met with the cast of sinners surrounding her and staring at her like “ who tf is this random bitch?”. Fast forward, you explain how you got there you explain to them that some man named ‘remmick’ and his two minions are vampires and are going to try kill them, of course they don’t believe you at first, but when shit hits the fan they have no chose but too. In the end the reader helps them defeat remmick and shi.
- Reader is able to form a portal to her world ( which is ours) and theirs at will.
- Reader brings them stuff from her world to theirs ( stuff like, a phone, pictures, etc) to make them believe
- Reader ends up bonding with the cast and they become good friends in the end….maybe stack and smoke both have a crush on her, but who knows? Shhhhh
- Could be turned into a series
I told my sugar pie @theegoldenchild about this idea, and she said yeah, so fuck it ☺️
I’M JSUT FEEDING YALL PLENTY AINT I ?! y’all finna start having diabetes by the time I’m done with y’all😭. ANYWAYSSSS YALL FUCKING WID IT?!!!!!
she done let that 0.000001% blackness get to her head, i was finna do reverse psychology and beat the black IN her instead of OUT since she wanna be black so bad🤷🏾♀️.
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎: Alien!Smoke and Stack whose spaceship crashed into your backyard one night. They tell you they came from another world called ‘sinners’. They tell you they have nowhere to go and are planning to crash out at your place for a couple of days, and they ain’t taking ‘no’ for an answer. Over the next couple of days you’ve grown to quite like these fine specimens and eventually fall for the both of them.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Poly! Smoke and Stack x Fem!Reader, Slow build!,Slight angst, Oral ( Fem and Male both give/receive), Spit play!, BIG DICK! SMOKE/STACK ( should i make it have a knot and tentacles?), Dom!Stack/Smoke, Rough fucking!, Use of whip cream and chocolate syrup.
YALLL FUCKING WITH THE IDEA?!!!, THINKING ANOUT MAKING THIS INTO A SERIES
౨ৎ🦢.ᐟ𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Older!Vampire!Stack x Virgin!Reader x Older! Vampire!Smoke
౨ৎ🦢.ᐟ𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Those sweet doe eyes of yours…It all started when they caught a glimpse of your heavenly form parading around the market like you had no care in the world buying a bach of fresh peaches for your mum to make her famous pie, from that point on they knew they had to have you—and NOTHING would get in the way from that,not even you yourself.
౨ৎ🦢.ᐟ𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: LONG FIC,COULD BE TAKEN AS TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE!!, AgeGap!, Reader is presented to be 20-22 while Stack/Smoke are 38, Corruption kink!, Reader is a bit slow and squeamish due to never being in close contact with a boy before—much less two grown men, Daddy/Sir kink!, Spit play!, Cullingus !(F), Double penetration!, teasing!, Soft Smoke and Stack!, Fingering! (F)
౨ৎ🦢.ᐟ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 7.9k
Your mum never allowed you to leave the house in tight fitted clothes like those reckless gals at the juke joint, she claimed that “no child of mines would be parading around like some street harlot”—which made no sense whatsoever since she always dressed like clothes didn’t exist, pencil skirt always to short to the point that she always had to stand straight or else she would flash the whole world,blouse so tight you could practically see through em’. Maybe it was to impress the neighbour next door called ‘Marcob’, she always did stare at him a lil to long and one day you swore you saw her leave his house in a hurry with a hickey on her neck, and her skirt was bunched up at the back way too much—what could have caused that?
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄
It was a fine morning in Mississippi clarksdale—the kind where the air smelled faintly of dew and distant woodsmoke, and the birds were already chirping like they had stories of their own to tell. Soft golden light spilled lazily through the cracks in the curtains, casting sleepy patterns across the worn wooden floorboards. The sky, just shaking off the last traces of night, bloomed in shades of peach and lavender, the early sun peeking over the horizon like it, too, was reluctant to start the day.Somewhere outside, a neighbor’s wind chime tinkled in the breeze, gentle and hollow, mixing with the steady rhythm of the crickets giving way to morning. The earth felt slow, unhurried, the kind of quiet that pressed against your skin like a warm quilt.
You always liked catching the fresh air in the mornings. Something about it felt safe—the cool, crisp air filling your lungs before the sun burned too hot, before the world felt heavy again. Mornings were yours. Quiet. Soft. Yours. You stood quietly in the garden, bathed in the soft gold of the early morning sun.The light clung to your skin, deep and smooth like polished onyx, glowing gently where the sun kissed her bare shoulders. She looked untouched by the world—like something that belonged to the earth itself. Your curls framed your face in soft, delicate coils, each strand catching the light as though spun from silk. Your face was innocent, almost ethereal, your full lips parted slightly in a way that made you seem caught between sleep and waking. There was a softness to your eyes too, wide and unguarded, those eyes could drop a man dead with how much innocence it owned, it was almost unruly to the fact that any filthy man, or should we say MEN would want to try a piece of you because of your eyes; they reflected the stillness of the morning like you was seeing the world for the first time.
You looked like a secret the garden was trying to keep. Your nightgown clung to you softly, the pale pink fabric sheer in the morning light further heightening your beauty . The lace traced over your chest like ivy, delicate and intricate, the satin ribbon tied just under your bust drawing the eye gently along your angelic silhouette. The gown fell in soft folds around your legs, trailing just above the grass, where the flowers in your garden lined the boarders of your dress like a fae trap .And beneath… ivory cotton panties, fragile and sweet. The high-waisted bloomers curved along your curvaceous hips, trimmed with ruffles like a doll’s, small red bows stitched sweetly along the center. The matching bra hugged you gently in all the right places, round—perky boobs sat high like they were on a throne, supportive but soft, offering more to the morning than you likely realized.
You moved carefully, like you were scared to disturb the peace that evaporated into your surroundings . Like a flower learning to bloom under the sun’s watchful gaze.In that garden, you didn’t look like you belonged to anyone, because quite frankly you didn’t (well that will soon change of course). You looked like something sacred, like a prized possession only to be kept in pristine condition without nobody touch you—what a shame that wouldn’t last forever.
But inside the house, that golden silence didn’t last long…
The moment you stepped back inside, it hit you—the low rumble of voices. Not familiar ones. Two deep, heavy tones, like gravel dragged across concrete. They spoke quiet, but not quiet enough. You could hear the weight in their words, the way they held the air like they owned it.Your heart kicked up in your chest and you walked closer to the noise, your dress flowing like a phantom ghost behind you.
Walking into the living room your eyes instantly drew into the two men deep in conversation with your mum. Their voices—low, smooth, threaded with quiet confidence—barely registered in your ears as your gaze swept over them. Smoke stood with one hand in his pocket, the other loosely cradling a cigar, he took a hit and you watched the smoke curl around his mouth and nose as he released it . His jaw was sharp, facial hair thick , eyes slow to move but piercing once they found you. Stack leaned against the arm of the couch, one hand tracing idle circles on the leather, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips like he already knew something you didn’t.
You froze—not out of fear, but from the sudden heat curling in your belly. Something about the way they looked at you… it wasn’t polite. It wasn’t innocent. It was knowing. Heavy. Like they could see right through your facade without you even knowing.Your mum’s voice floated through the haze, but you barely heard her. The air in the room had shifted. You weren’t just owned by her anymore but something told you that you would belong to them also…
Your mum turned to you with a smile, completely unfazed by their presence. “Oh, you’re back. These are Stack and Smoke—friends of mine from way back.”Friends? They didn’t look like her friends. They looked like something else entirely—like the kind of men who didn’t ask for attention but pulled it anyway. Magnetic. Sharp. Older. Confident in a way that made your stomach flutter without warning.They both nodded politely in your direction—one with a chin tilt, the other with a slow half-smile—you couldn’t help but cower and whimper behind the wall due to their sharp stairs, why would your mother invite these men into the house?. Your mum let out a laugh and turned back around “ahhh don’t worry about her, she’s jsut shy, neva’ been in close proximity of men such as yourselves”
Stack’s smirk deepened, the kind that curled slow and dangerous across his face, like he already knew something you didn’t. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he tipped his head toward your mum. “Well now, Miss (),” he drawled, voice smooth as warm honey and twice as thick, “don’t you worry none. Sounds like she won’t be no trouble at all. Such a cutie, ain’t she, Smoke?” He turned his head toward his twin, a teasing spark flickering between them that sent a chill crawling down your spine. Smoke exhaled the last wisp of his cigarette, lips barely parted, but his eyes… they didn’t blink. Just stayed locked on you—dead steady. Heated. Dark.
“Mm,” he rumbled low, voice rough and slow like gravel under boot, “we know how to handle her… if she starts actin’ up. And the way he said it? You knew he wasn’t talkin’ about grounding you.
Your throat went dry.
Your mum, bless her, just rolled her eyes with a half-laugh, stepping forward to cup your shoulder like she hadn’t noticed the shift in the air. “Oh, Y/N?” she said fondly. “Never a hassle. Always been my little sweetheart. Never once got in trouble—not since the day she was born. Always such a goody two-shoes. Don’t know if it’s a blessin’ or a curse, sometimes.”
Stack chuckled low under his breath, the sound vibrated along the walls, something deeper lied beneath it—almost like it’s testing the waters to see how far he can reach you without even moving .“Well, hell,” he murmured, licking his bottom lip, eyes still grazing over you like you were sugar on a summer pie, “sounds like someone’s overdue for a little bit of trouble.”
And just like that, the air felt warmer. Heavier. Like something dangerous had just walked into your life—and wasn’t leavin’ anytime soon. Too shy to actually use your voice to actually speak you pulled her to a corner of the room.“Mama, who are those men you?” you asked quietly, eyes flicking toward the strangers lounging in the living room—Stack and Smoke. Both tall, both silent, both watching you like hawks, their presence filling the house like thick smoke itself.Your mother didn’t answer at first. Instead, she clicked her tongue softly, the sound sharp with warning, She crouched slightly to meet your gaze, but her eyes darted to her reflection in the cracked mirror mounted on the nearby wall, adjusting her curls with a distracted air. “Oh, nun to worry ‘bout, sweet pie,” she said in that honey-thick Southern drawl of hers, one you’d always found comforting… until now. “ I already told you. They just friends of mine who gon’ keep an eye on ya while mama runs a few errands, that’s all.”
“Mama, but—”
You didn’t even get to finish. She was already moving, brushing past you like a ghost of perfume and rushed promises. Her voice floated back as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door. “I’ll explain later, sweetie. Lunch is in the oven if ya get hungry. Love you lots.”
And just like that, she was gone leaving you with strangers you don’t even know from a can of paint, little did she know; she left her sweet baby with men who wouldn’t hesitate to tear up a girl like her.
Only her voice lingered in the air behind her—warm,unfinished, and fragile as a story never told. You heard the front door shut behind her, the lock clicking into place. It was subtle at first. The hum beneath your skin. The weight of their stares. You wanted to crawl into the deepest part of the earth.You stood there for a moment, toes curling into the carpet, unsure of what to do with your hands. The silence was heavy —it buzzed with a quiet intensity, like the moment right before thunder cracks. You finally found the courage to look up and peer into their eyes; and you wish you didn’t— their eyes held a burning gaze, a whimper/ whine bubbled in your throat and your eyes immediately fell back down to the ground.
Stack leaned against the back of the couch, arms crossed, watching you. His eyes weren’t hungry, not yet. Just patient. Knowing. Smoke was to your left, posture relaxed, but his gaze had dipped lower—to the way your fingers nervously fidgeted with your hands. Smoke huffed and finally spoke up“ you got sumn to say pretty girl?” You jumped startled. You wanted to cry as you felt tears slowly well up in your eyes—why did your mum have to leave? the pressure was too much for you to handle. Forcing yourself to speak to save yourself the embarrassment you barely whispered “I’m—uh,” licking your lips, “I think m’ gonna take a quick shower.”
That one sentence changed everything.
Stack’s brow arched, mocking. It was slow, deliberate, full of unspoken weight. “That right?” he drawled, his voice low and thick as syrup. You meakly nodded, heart hammering. “Yeah. Just… need to rinse off the day.” You urgently wanted to leave, but a part of you battled to stay because your mum taught you better to leave without someone dismissing you, damn her!. You so desperately wanted to screw her teachings and ran upstairs to rid yourself of their gaze but you were too good for that.
Smoke tilted his head, studying you with that same unreadable stillness. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that,” he said, stepping just a little closer, eyes still on yours. “Sometimes a hot shower’s all a girl needs, go head .” You didn’t need to be told twice as you dashed towards the stairs, it was almost comical—feeling their gazes crawl down your back—and made your way up, legs barely steady.
You hadn’t expected to feel so hot, so restless, hours after that first meeting and to be honest it scared you greatly because you dint know why your body was reacting like this . After they left, their presence clung to the walls like smoke — warm, heavy, impossible to shake off. Especially him. Them. Stack’s quiet, honeyed drawl echoing in your ears. Smoke’s steady, unreadable gaze burning into you even now. You needed to cool off. Or at least try. So you slipped out of your clothes and into your room, door cracked open just slightly, thinking you were safe. The house was quiet. Your mum out the house. You sat on the edge of your bed, heart still fluttering for reasons you couldn’t explain — only a loose towel wrapped around you, clinging to your damp skin.
But then—footsteps. Low voices. A creak of the hallway floorboard.
Before you could even stand, the door eased open.
And there they were.
Stack and Smoke, mid-conversation, stopping dead in the doorway.
Your breath caught in your throat. Their eyes moved over you slowly — not like they were shocked, but like they were silently processing, careful not to startle you. The towel barely covered your thighs. The room felt smaller. Your body felt too exposed, too aware. You screamed in utter embarrassment. Manical thoughts were swirling in your head, what would mother say if she arrived and saw these two men with you? they need to go now!. Stack spoke first, voice lower now, velvet-smooth. “Well, ain’t this a picture.” Smoke didn’t speak. He stepped forward — not too close, just enough for you to feel the shift in the air — and tilted his head. “Didn’t mean to walk in on somethin’, sweetheart.”
“I—I didn’t think anyone was still here, please d—d—don’t tell my ma-” you hysterically whined out, you felt weak like you could pass out any second, your hands became clammy and tears sprung from your eyes.Your heart pounded so hard you could feel it in your ears. You should’ve covered up. Should’ve done something. Smoke looked at you then, softer now, like he saw the tremble in your fingers and knew exactly what it meant. “ Woah,Woah calm down sugar, you ain’t gotta go into a frenzy, it was a simple mistake ok” he said gently.
Stack’s smile faltered a bit. “ yeah don’t stress ya lil head to much doll, we won’t tell ya mama nun’ so stop allat cryin.” you felt slightly better at the answer and released a shaky breath and hastily wiped your tears that spilled down your cheeks . There was a thick moment of silence—a battle of stares before stack broke it.
Stack stepped into your room quickly scanning the area before landing back to you, eyes softer than they had any right to be. “You ever been touched, darlin’?” His voice was a low murmur, like he didn’t want to scare you with the truth of the question. Your eyes widened at the bold question, your cheeks heated up profusely and you meekly hooked your head “No… never.” Of course you’ve never been touched before, your mamma would raise hell on earth if she ever found out her sweet pie had lost her innocence by these “worthless beings”in her words. But you always did find yourself a bit curious especially when you accidentally found one of your mums ‘special’ magazines.
It was Smokes turn to enter your room, he stalked towards you like he was sure you’d disappear, your eyes trailed him like a hawk, your breath picking up each second he drew near. Once he finally reached a good enough distance from you he hesitantly reached his hand up and peered into your eyes like he was asking permission to touch you. You bit your lip out of instinct and nodded; weirdly trusting him in such a short amount of time. Brushing a curl away from your cheek, his touch barely grazing your skin. “We ain’t gonna do nothin’ you don’t want,” he said, voice like gravel soaked in warmth. “But if you let us… we’ll take real good care of you.”
Your breath hitched. And in that moment, every nerve in your body lit up like fire. You don’t know what came over you but all you know is that Harriet Tubman is shaking in her boots right now. As much as you were scared, there was a sick and twisted part of you that wanted to try whatever they wanted to make you do. You leaned into his hand as your eyelids fluttered closed momentarily “I want to,” you whispered. “I just… I don’t know how.” Smoke’s lips brushed the shell of your ear, his tone coaxing, warm, reverent. “Then let us show you, baby. Real slow. Real gentle. We’ll take our time. You just lie back and feel.”
You nodded slowly, breath catching in your chest. You didn’t have the words—just the unknown heat pooling low in your belly, the ache in your thighs, and the quiet, terrified want blooming like wildfire under your skin. You didn’t know what you were feeling but you knew that they would help you learn in due time.
Stack stepped behind you first, his hands warm and sure as they slid up your arms, grounding you. “Good girl,” he murmured, lips just behind your ear. “So brave, lettin’ us see you like this.” You shivered and moaned out softly , your towel already beginning to loosen. Smoke watched you like he was memorizing everything—every little twitch of your lips, every tremble in your thighs. His hands didn’t touch you yet. He waited.
“Deep breath, sugar,” he cooed and he pressed gentle kisses along your neck, and you obeyed.
The towel dropped.
And suddenly you were bare under their eyes—completely, achingly exposed. But instead of fear, you felt something else: wanted. Revered.“Damn,” Stack whispered behind you, as he paused midway to get a full look at your voluptuous backside. “Look at you. So soft. So sweet. Always so hidden” His voice dipped low. “Bet you don’t even know what you do to a man.”
Your body trembled, still getting used to all this attention even though you got the same amount of attention every time you stepped out the house in your little frilly dresses, you thought they were being nice; silly neive girl you are. Smoke stepped forward, finally letting his hand trail up your thigh, knuckles grazing your skin like he was touching the most fragile thing he’d ever seen. His thumb pressed gently at your hip as he knelt in front of you. You gasped softly and your doe eyes looked hurriedly into his eyes.
“You ever touched yourself before, sweetheart?” he asked, gentle—like he didn’t want to spook you.
You blinked, heart kicking in your chest. “Touched… myself?”
He nodded once, slow and patient.
You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him, confused. “What’s that?”
The room went still once again.
Stack, who had been beside you with his hand at your lower back, straightened just slightly. His eyes cut toward Smoke, then back to you. Not in surprise. Not in judgment. But something far heavier. Something that settled in the room like heat before a summer storm. Smoke exhaled—slow and controlled—and leaned back on his knees just an inch, studying you now with a different kind of focus.
Stack’s hand lifted up and tilted your jaw to the side just enough so you had no choice but to look at him. “You really don’t know?” he asked, low and rough. You shook your head once again. “I’ve never… done anything like that. Or… with anyone. Ever.”
Silence again. Thick. Charged.
It wasn’t sudden—it was a slow, possessive swell, like something old and primal stirred in both of them at once. The kind of protective hunger that didn’t just want to take, but to claim.
Stack leaned in, voice a fraction deeper, more gravel in it now. “You ever been kissed, baby?” You hesitated. You’ve only ever learned about kissing in the books you’ve read but never in real life“Nope.Never” Smoke let out a sound—barely audible, like a low growl held back through his teeth. His hand slid further up your thigh, not to rush you, but to steady you. “Goddamn,” he muttered under his breath. “No one’s touched you. No one’s shown you nothin’. ” You could barely breathe under the weight of their stares.
Stack leaned in, brushing his lips over your ear, slow and reverent. “You’ve been waitin’,” he said, like a truth spoken out loud. “All this time, and you didn’t even know what you were waitin’ for.” Smoke’s eyes were darker now. Protective. Possessive. “We’re not gonna let anybody else lay a finger on ya,” he said low. “ Ya understan that sweet thing?”
You swallowed thickly, breath trembling. “Okay…”
Stack’s thumb ran along your jaw as he whispered, “You’re ours now, darlin’. And we’re gonna take our time showin’ you just how good it can feel. No rush. No fear. Just you… learnin’ how to be touched by someone who gives a damn…and from now on you refer to us as daddy and sir until told otherwise.”
“You’re gonna feel things you ain’t never imagined. And we’ll be right here for every second of it.” You couldn’t wait. All these years you were shrouded in innocence that your mum so desperately wanted you to keep, but now that veil was slowly breaking. Their hands were gentle, but the fire behind their touch was anything but.
You weren’t scared anymore .
You finally found where you belonged, you were theirs.
And for the first time, you knew exactly what it meant to be wanted in the way only a man — no, two men like them — could want you, and God did it feel exhilarating, the thrill coursing deep in your veins like it would to come out any second.
“Smoke, get up for a sec,” Stack murmured, his voice quiet but firm. “Wanna place her on the bed proper so she’s comfortable.” Smoke let out a low, grunt, still strung out from the excitement that was about to happen . But he didn’t argue—just stretched a little, then rose slowly to his feet. Before stepping away, he leaned down and brushed a soft, lingering kiss to the tip of your nose. “We got you mama,” he whispered, lips curling into a faint smile as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
Stack didn’t waste a moment. Strong arms slid beneath you, lifting you from the warm nest of tangled sheets with effortless care. You gasped, body still sensitive and pliant, and instinctively clung to his shoulder. “Got you,” he whispered, holding you like something fragile and treasured. He lowered you gently onto the centre of your pink frilly bed, adjusting the pillows behind your head. His palm lingered against your cheek as he looked down at you — his expression unreadable, but his thumb brushing over your skin told you everything. Possession. Tenderness. Care. “There,” he murmured, voice thick with quiet affection. “That’s better, ain’t it?”
To vulnerable to say anything you choose to nod your head instead, he tsked in return “ ain’t nun of that nodding shi, I asked you a question sweet thing, answer it how I taught you how to” huffing you muttered out “ Yes daddy” A big smile broke out on his face “ there you go angel, wasn’t so hard was it na?” feeling a bit more comfortable you slightly smile “No daddy” humming in approval he moved aside to let Smoke fall in between your legs.
Smoke’s hand was warm on your thighs his hands secured around them making sure that you couldn’t run from him no more, cause he’d be damned if anything/anyone would take away the feeling of you spilling your sweet nectar in his mouth away from him. His fingers tracing lazy circles into your skin. His voice dropped to a near whisper, deep and velvet-soft as his eyes stayed fixed on yours. “ You ready mama?” taking a deep breathe you allowed yourself to relax back into Stacks chest “ Yes sir”.
And with that the love began to make. His tongue brushed slow and deliberate over your swollen folds, lapping at your overstimulated clit with a reverence that bordered on worship. The drag of it was tender—not like before, not meant to push you over the edge. This was something else. He groaned low against you like you still tasted better than anything in the world, and even though your body jerked from the contact, you didn’t want him to stop. His mouth moved in slow, syrupy circles, coaxing every last tremble from your spent frame. Stack was beside you his arms thick arms caging around your body like your knight and shinning armour, cradling your body in his arms as you whimpered and squirmed from the softest kind of torture.
“You’re alright,” he whispered, brushing damp curls off your face. “You did so damn good for us. Just let it wash over you now, from the moment we saw ya pretty ass walk around the market without a care in the world, we knew you were something special.” he chuckled “ and boy were we right” Tears stung the corners of your eyes—not from pain, but from how much you felt. How gentle they were, how deeply they cared. You’d never known this kind of intimacy, where the aftermath was almost more overwhelming than the act itself.
Stack kissed your temple, his voice low and honeyed. “Let him take care of you, baby. He’s got you.” Smoke gave you one last kiss—right over that swollen, tender spot you call a clit—before he finally pulled back, breath warm against your thigh. His voice rung out from between your legs came, rough but soft “ Ion want you to cum yet mama, wan’ you to feel as much pleasure as you possibly can before you mama gets back”. But he then dove right back in like a starved man, he greedily lapped up your juices—his eyes rolled back slightly almost like it was more pleasure to him than it was to you.
By now your moans and whimpers could be heard from all around of Mississippi, but truthfully at that moment you didn’t give a fuck, all you knew was that there was a strange tingling feeling emerging deep in your stomach. His plump lips pulled away from your wet, pulsing heat— a wet string of his saliva mixed with your essence connected to his mouth and your pussy before he groaned and stared and at it like he memorising every ridge and curve of your freshly shaved vagina.
“Could stay down here forever,sugar”
“Don’t tempt her,” Stack chuckled, gently easing your legs open again “Girl’s gonna melt clean into the sheets.” You were boneless. Barely breathing. But so full. So seen. Is this the pleasure your mum was chasing you from? You didn’t even remember when the trembling stopped—you only knew how warm their bodies felt against yours. How safe it felt to be held between them. Smoke climbed up beside you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “How you feelin’ alright, darlin’?”
You nodded, dazed, a little breathless. All these new sensations had you on cloud eleven, fuck a cloud nine. “Floaty. Warm.” Smoke smiled faintly, fingers tracing lazy lines across your stomach. “That’s the feelin’ we like.”
“First time’s a big thing,” Stack murmured, stroking your arm. “But you handled it like you were born for it.” “You were our good girl,” Smoke added, his voice a low hum beside your ear. “So fuckin’ sweet… so perfect.” Stack gently pushed you a bit forward into smoke so he could slide away from behind you you “Now it’s my turn to taste your sweet cooze, I could smell the aroma from a mile away, and right now i’m feeling a bit parched, your gonna let me quench my thirst baby?”. You could barely register his voice as you began to feel lightheaded from all the pleasure pulsing through your very being. At this you just allowed whatever needed to be done, done.
They switched positions so that now Stack was in between your plush thighs and smoke nestled firmly behind you.“You’re shakin’ and i ain’t even touch you yet darlin’,” Stack said, a gentle smirk on his lips, but his tone was pure praise. “That’s alright. That’s real good. Means you’re feelin’ it.” With that he plunged his tongue in deep like he couldn’t hold himself any longer, you jolted up in response which resulted in smoke wrapping his arms around you like a straight jacket. You leaned back against him and used your free hand to rub the back of his head “ mmm ’s so gooddd”
That made Smoke smile a little — soft and patient, one hand brushing your hair back from your damp forehead. “Aw, sweetheart. That’s what we’re here for,” he whispered. “To take care of you. Real gentle. Real slow. We’ll only give you what you can handle… but you’re gonna surprise yourself.”
You felt everything. Every flick of Stack’s tongue, the way it circled around your clit, the way his plumped lips sucked it like an ice cream he didn’t want to finish. Every deep hum of satisfaction in Smoke’s chest as he praised you over and over again:
“That’s it, sunshine.”
“Good girl.”
“Just let go. We got you.”
Your body was winding tighter and tighter, legs trembling, hips rising without your permission. Stack kept his strokes slow, just enough to keep you tattering at the edge. “W-Wait—” your voice cracked, desperate, dazed.
And then they stopped.
“You’re close already, huh?” Smoke teased softly, brushing kisses along your neck. “You’re just so easy to ruin.”
Stack was still kneeling between your legs, he pulled back even though he didn’t want to, but like Smoke said he wanted your first ever orgasm to be wrapped around their dick. His dark eyes trailed up your body with quiet reverence — like you were art, or a prayer come to life. The sleeves of his shirt all fully wet with your dripping essence.His fingers traced idle circles on your thigh, his touch featherlight, like he already knew you were hanging by a thread. “That’s alright tho,” Stack added. “We want you to fall apart. Again. And again. Until you’re too full of us to remember your own name.”
You let out a breath, barely able to speak. “I—I want more… I just… don’t know how much I can take, but i want all that you can offer me.” It was like what you said had hit deep as they both groaned at the same time. Smoke closed his eyes and cursed under his breath while Stack bit his lip “ shit baby, you gon be the death of us, y’know that ?”
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏
Stack was the first to start undressing, fingers tugging at the knot of his bold red tie with the kind of casual confidence that made your breath hitch. He took his time peeling off each layer—first the matching maroon fedora, then the pinstriped blazer that hugged his wide shoulders, and finally, the vest underneath that showed off the strength in his chest and arms. He caught your eyes as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting the fabric fall away from his skin, revealing his thick chocolate muscles “You keep starin’ like that, sweetheart,” he drawled with a smirk, “I’m liable to get ideas.”
Smoke moved with quieter intensity. He tipped his cap back first, then shed his jacket and waistcoat with measured grace, folding them carefully before placing them to the side. The moment he rolled up his sleeves, forearms flexing, something inside you clenched. When his shirt finally came off, you saw multiple scars ink stretched over his broad chest and stomach, they weren’t ugly-No—they were so fucking sexy. The muscles beneath it shifting like coiled steel. His trousers sat low on his hips as he stepped closer, shadows playing over the lines of his abdomen like they were meant to be worshipped.
Overwhelmed, you raised your hands and covered your face with a small whimper, you don’t know why the sudden shyness came back but it came in full force—your heart thudding loud in your ears. You’d never seen anything like this—never been this close to men who looked like that, undressing like they belonged in a dream. Smoke’s voice cut through the tension, soft and low as he gently pried your fingers from your face. “Ain’t no shame in starin’, darlin’,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your palm. “We’re all yours tonight. Nothin’ you can’t look at. Nothin’ you can’t touch.” Stack leaned in, a hand resting on your thigh, voice husky with heat. “And don’t be nervous, baby—we’re gonna treat you real gentle. Just keep those eyes on us.”
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍
(cause ik y’all can’t wait)
“Take a deep breath baby,” Stack whispered behind you, both of his hands now cupping your sides, thick colossal fingers spreading warmth along your ribs. “We’ll teach you. Real gentle. Show you what it feels like to be kept.” Smoke hummed in front of you in agreement “We wanna make you feel all of it, darlin’. Fill you up proper,” he said, voice thick as molasses. “But you gotta say the word sugar .”
You nodded, lips parted, heart racing.
“I want it Sir” you breathed out. Smoke inhaled sharply like those words had stirred up something dark inside him, burying his face against your neck he clenched his jaw tight. Stack couldn’t help but chuckle at his brother falling apart “ look at what you’re doing to my brother darlin’-who woulda thought big pimp-pin would be falling apart for a girl he just met?” Smoke’s head shot up from out of your neck and gave Stack a warning look. Stack’s famous smirk came out as he feigned an apology “ i’m just sayinnn brother” he teased but then his eyes then darkened a shade lower as he now peered deep into your eyes “ but i can’t blame ya, how can i? when all this yummy goodness is presented right infront of me like a fully fledged gourmet meal?”
Smoke rolled his eyes “ A’right nah, stop allat talking, my dick’s pulsing just to get in her and your voice is making me go soft, so shut ya mouth” Stack kissed his teeth and grumbled under his breath something along the lines of “ just lookin at yo ugly face makes me go soft nigga” but that fell unto deaf ears as Smoke’s hands guided your thighs apart, and when he lined himself up against your slick entrance, he paused — giving you one last second to change your mind. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Your whole body was already aching for him.
“Stay open for us, sweetheart,” Stack whispered, holding you steady. “ And when that orgam comes you best don’t hide from it from us. Let it come.” closing your eyes you leaned back unto his solid chest “ok daddy”. “Good girl,” Smoke whispered, and those two words alone nearly undid you just by the sound of his honey voice.
The first push made you all three of you moan, you especially the loudest— the stretch deep, slow, and all-consuming. Smoke groaned as his eyebrows furrowed, his hand coming up to cup your waist, keeping you steady. Stack’s head fell down, he pulled back a little jsut to see the way your cream coated all over his veiny dick, and slammed back in “ fuck-k sweetheart” your eyes automatically squeezed shut surprised that you didn’t feel any pain, even though it was your first time, they prepped and prepared you so good to the point they just slid right in without no interference.
You whimpered, your hips already twitching. Your legs about to give out on you. “She’s so fucking tight, gripping me like she don’t want me to leave ,” Smoke strained out , to himself. Stack peppered kisses along your back “Just like I thought she would .” you couldn’t help but clench down hard at the fact that they were having a conversation right in front of like you didn’t exist, just taking and using your body as they pleased; and you sure as hell didn’t have any qualms about it.You didn’t see it, weather it being from you caught up in the pleasure, but it was at that point Stack and Smoke locked eyes and it’s like they embodied twin telepathy itself because all they did was nod their head once in agreement and started to pistol in and out of you in a fast pace
You flung yourself unto Smoke as you wrapped your arms tightly around neck and began to sob heavily into his neck, “I—I can’t—” This couldn’t be real could it? you must be in some other dimension, the feeling of their long dicks both brushing up into nooks and crannies that you didn’t even existed inside you, Stack’s dick slightly curved upwards while Smoke’s one curved down, so you were getting the best of both worlds and oh God did it feel amazing, your skin buzzed like electric currents were running through it.
Smoke unloosed your arms around his neck and gripped your chin. He looked like he was going through it, once slicked back hair was all disshelved from the amount of times he ran his hands through them, eyes barley open, sweat dripping down from his furrowed eyebrows “Yes, you can, sugar. It’s gon be worth it —at the end, I promise, keep it up mama.” his voice deep rang out into the room, steady full of authority .
Stack braced his head in valley where your head connected to your shoulders and deeply inhaled, he couldn’t hold it anymore your scent was to heavenly, licked over a spot on your shoulder and bit down which cause you clench down harder in return and choke out a sob “Shhh, that’s it now,” he murmured against your sweaty skin. “You’re takin’ us so well, baby girl. Jus’ let your body open up… you’re doin’ real good.” he placed his lips back over the wound and began to lap up the blood that was dripping out of it.
Your body was still twitching—too sensitive, too full of sensation.
Smoke didn’t know how much he could take, this was the best pussy he’s ever fucked before, out of all the girls he’s gone into( which wasn’t a lot) yours is by for the BEST one, he’d die by it without a second thought ; and he knew that Stack thought the same thing considering the faces that he’s been making, it was a known fact that Stack’s been in and out of girls like a fucking hotel, but he’s never once seen his brother act like this before, ‘you sure have him on lock down’ he thought in his head as he saw his brother’s face screw up in pure pleasure. “That pretty little pussy’s grippin’ us tight, huh?” he said, low and rough. “Like she knows what she wants.”
Stack rocked into you slowly, savoring every inch like he’d never felt anything so good. “She’s greedy,” he chuckled against your throat. “already balls deep in er’ and it seems like she’s tryin’ to pull us in even deeper.” You whimpered, to far gone to even comprehend a single thing—overwhelmed, your fingers gripping at the sheets, at Smoke/Stack, at anything.
“Too much?” Stack asked, voice soft, lips still kissing along your cheek as he saw some spit dribble past your plump lips, which caused him to hum and lick it back up into his mouth, he used his finger to tap your mouth to signify to open up yours, which you did without hesitation not knowing what filthy act was about to take place. As soon as your mouth opened and your tongue stuck up he gripped your jaw firmly. Smoke’s breathe hitched as he silently watched the interaction, his hips stilling for a fraction amount of time just to watch his brothers spit land sloppily on your tongue. Closing your mouth you moaned and swallowed, he tasted like heaven and sin wrapped up all in one with a hint of rich italian wine—your favourite combination.
Smoke groaned low. “Well, ain’t that a sight too see? our little precious angel turning into a well behaved slut right in-front of our very eyes.” Stack firm hands slid down your side, his fingers trailing between your legs, finding where you were stretched around him and his brother and circling your clit with slow, practiced care. You cried out, hips twitching — your body a live wire of sensation. Too full. Too sensitive. Too good.
“Easy now, sugar,” Stack cooed, voice thick with affection. “Ain’t rushin’ you. We’ll take you to the edge nice and slow, we wanna pull out as much moans outta ya until it’s etched in our minds like sunday praise .”
And they did.
Together.
Them both moving inside you in smooth, heavy strokes. Stack teasing your clit and whispering praise against your mouth.
“That’s it, baby.”
“You were made for this.”
“Just like that, sweetheart.”
Every time you got close, they’d slow down — holding you there, stretching it out until your legs were trembling, about one second away from giving out and your body was begging without words.“Y’feel like heaven, girl,” Smoke rasped, sweat slicking his brow. “Could stay buried in you all night.” “Let her come, brother,” Stack choked out, mostly due to the fact that he could feel his balls tighten,all primed and ready to fill you up with his thick seed. “She’s earned it.Been so good to us, ain’t that right sweet pea?” You bit your lips wincing at the pain due to them already being raw and swollen form the numerous amount of times you chewed on them to prevent the whole world from hearing you, but then you quickly remembered that you had to speak up of else that sweet, sweet sensation would be pulled out of your grasp once more “ yes-s-s dad-dy” you gargled out, words coming out jumbled and breathless.
Smoke leaned over you then, hand slipping under your jaw to tilt your face toward him.“You ready, darlin’?” he whispered, voice raw from all the groaning he was doing. That blooming sensation that he loved so dearly spiked up back in his lower abdomen.“please” you hiccuped “ pleas-se let me cu-”
They didn’t make you finish your sentence.
Stack’s fingers picked up pace on your swollen nub, just enough. Smoke’s hips rolled deep. Both there dicks hitted your g spot both and the same time, brushing gently again each other by accident. That did it. “oh-” your mouth fell into a silent ‘o’ as your your eyes rolled back into your skull and your orgasm crashed over harder than waves, your juices sprayed everywhere covering the sheets underneath you and your thighs. For them it was like time had stopped itself, Smoke quickly braced himself back to prevent him tumbling on you, his hips hips stilled, his jaw clenched so hard you could’ve sworn his teeth would shatter at any second, his vein’s bulged out out of his neck and forehead, heavy and rapid puffs came from out of his nose, you could’ve sworn you heard a whimper escape him. Stack gripped your hips firmly, you’re sure there would be a bruise forming but oh well, he hips stuttered “ shit-t baby, take this nut sugar” he moaned out loudly, sighing in content when he felt all his cum drain out inside of you.
Smoke groaned as he slowly pulled out of you, humming in content as he watched some of his and his brothers cum slowly dribble down your leg, Stack followed along and pulled out slowly too, wrapping his arms you around in the process from keeping you from collapsing. He gently layed you back down and propped a pillow under your head. He kissed your head softly “ you ok sweet pie?” he asked, voice still hoarse and shaken, like he was still going through the after shocks.
You nodded, dazed and tear-eyed, body still twitching as the aftershocks rolled through you. You felt so full and content. They stayed close, one arm under your head, another at your waist, bodies pressed to yours like they needed to feel you. Like they needed to make sure you knew you weren’t going anywhere. Smoke brushed his lips against your forehead “ n don’t worry bout ya mama dollface, we’ll sort it out for ya” Stack cradled your head to his chest.
It was as if the very air could sense the shift in you—the moment your careful shell finally gave way. No more pretending. No more running from the truth you’d buried deep. You were always this way—hungry, aching, drawn to the dark pull of desire. Stack and Smoke didn’t create it… they simply lit the match.
And God, did it burn beautifully.
There was something liberating about letting it all go—about letting them see you, truly see you, in all your shameless want. The world felt different now, brighter, louder, like your senses had been awakened. Every stolen touch, every breathless moan had rewired something inside you.
You’d had a taste of the pleasure they offered, and now? You were hooked. Craving. Desperate for more. And you weren’t ashamed of it anymore.
Stack gently rubbed your face, his actions were soft but his face didn’t hold that tender love he had just a second ago “ hey” you looked into his eyes “ wake up!” he said in a serious tone.
what?…
RING RINGGG RINGGGG
Your eyes fluttered open to the shrill chirp of your alarm, cutting through the hazy remnants of what felt like the most intense, real dream you’d ever had. Your body was warm beneath the covers, your skin prickled with heat—and for a moment, you just laid there, trying to catch your breath. It had all felt so vivid. Stack’s deep voice still echoed in your ears. Smoke’s lips on your palm. Their bodies, their touches, the way they had looked at you like you were theirs. But… it wasn’t real. None of it. Just a dream.
With a groan, you slapped the alarm off and sat up, still reeling. “God,” you muttered, dragging your hand down your face, “what the hell was that?” You stretched and got out of bed, still feeling the ghost of heat clinging to your skin like the memory didn’t want to leave. But just as you turned to grab your robe, you heard something—voices. Faint and familiar, drifting in from outside. You frowned and stepped to the window, pushing the curtain aside.
And froze.
Down below in the front garden, your mum was standing by the gate, chatting animatedly with two tall men in suits. One wore a dark red fedora, sharp as ever. The other had a navy cap tilted low over his brow, a cigarette lazily tucked between his fingers. Your breath caught in your throat, heart lurching. No way. It couldn’t be. That was Stack. That was Smoke. The exact men from your dream—down to the details. As if they’d stepped straight out of your imagination and into your world. Your fingers trembled against the windowsill, eyes wide.
Then, as if pulled by some unseen thread, Smoke looked up.
Right at you. and you could’ve sworn his eyes glowed red for a split second.
And he smirked—slow and deliberate—like he knew. Like he remembered exactly what you had dreamed. Like it hadn’t been a dream at all.
DUN DUN DUNNN…. so it just all a dream?..or was it ?🤫
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: YA KNOW I HAD TO DOUBLE IT, and give yall more stack and Smoke action, and to all the WWE girlies i promise imma come back dw.
