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Ditzy!reader has such a praise kïnk like omg girl we get it😭😭
Smoke knows you have that confidence in you, you just need a little reassuring! Sometimes he’ll give you a good pep talk before going into a place, lift your chin up and fix something about your outfit he saw wasn’t right. He’ll say something like “Don’t overwork that pretty mind ‘f yers. Ain’t shit you can’t handle.” Or he’s giving acaress of his hand on your cheek, or giving your thigh a squeeze. And after you say what you need to properly your eyes are immediately looking at Smokes for approval. He doesn’t mind though, give you a little curt but pleased nod that makes you wanna fall on top of him and roll around in his warmth while you giggle.
Or when he’s drilling his meaty length inside your sopping walls, your head pulled to the side with hearts in your eyes. Salvating at the sweat dripping down the side of his face that you want to lick up, you’re mewling out, “Is good ‘Lijah, it’s hck- it’s good?”
He lets out a grumble of curses, damned at how sexy you look all fucked out and needy. Pretty pussy clamping down on him like your aching for his cum, his lips fall to your neck, your chin, leaving sloppy kisses on your lips while he gives you slow sledgehammer into your heat. Crown of his head pressing that special spot you love so much.
“Course it is darlin- fuuuuck me, yer wonderful princess.”
It only makes you moan louder, creaming his length as he holds you close, letting your nails claw down his back as he doesn’t stop railing you, only fucking your through it. Pushing your curls back as he’s got your head inbetween his bicep.
He groans, thrusting his cock into you faster, dirtier, “Shit, you can take this baby, can’t you? You’re my good girl, aintchu? Don’tcha wanna make yer husband cum?”
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mean!smoke who keeps your hands behind your back whenever he has you on all fours. claiming his decision to do that is because you always run whenever you two are in doggy style but really he just enjoyed seeing how helpless and overstimulated you got when you had no choice but to take his dick. he’d angle his hips so he could go deeper into your essence and so he could find that g-spot, and speed his pace up so his mushroom tip could kiss it over and over again.
“nah, you gone take this dick. all of it, ain’t no motherfucking running.”
mean!smoke who’s idea of punishing you when you’ve been bratty is tying you up to a chair and holding a vibrator up to your clit. letting you get so overstimulated and overwhelmed that you can’t even think or talk straight. he does all of this while making you apologize , and manipulating you into thinking if you apologize he’ll stop. instead he ups the setting with every apology you give him.
“tell daddy you sorry, an’ then i’ll take it off mama.”
mean!smoke who when he feels as though you’re bratting on purpose just so he can give you a “funishment” he’ll let you act up for a little, let you think you’re going to get what you want before quickly bending you over his knee, riding up your skit and using his hand to forcefully spank your ass. after a few minutes your ass starts to hurt, which causes you to try and block his hand from your butt. but he uses his free hand to move it and hold your hand down. forcing you to take it.
“you had so much shit to say earlier. you better take this shit.”
guess who’s back yall.. mee! finally, and i’m actually serious this time.i got fics lined up for yall.. some of which im dropping teasers for this week! it was just so hard balancing this + updating my books on wattpad. it was exhausting, so i just took time to focus on wattpad for a little. but now im back on here and i honestly and genuinely plan on staying <3. can’t wait to write on here again 🥹.
Warnings - Smut, pregnancy sex, pet names, more fluff than anything, social media.
Part two of Peaches
Part one here
MINORS DNI
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You waddled around the kitchen setting up the last few items you needed. The sunlight did a great job at showcasing the new kitchen built entirely by your loving husband and his twin. Pink marble and white cabinets. Exactly what you wanted.
The social media break that you took was supposed to only last about two weeks, but those two weeks turned into 3 and next thing you knew, it had been 4 months. Your fans checked in on you, commenting on your old videos and pictures on instagram. You saw them, liked it, sometimes replied and yet you still didn’t bother to return. Part of the reason why, was because you still hadn’t announced your pregnancy and now it was definitely way too hard to hide. Your stomach had stretched far and wide, your hips had spread, face gained some weight, ass got heavier and your boobs suddenly tripled in size.
Despite your family and friends telling you how beautiful pregnancy looked on you, a part of you still didn’t feel it.
Insecurities piled on top of one another. Some days they were impossible to ignore. Other days you looked towards the bundle in your stomach and let the blessings of growing a beautiful baby girl disrupt the storm that brewed inside your head.
Stack on the other hand, absolutely loved how you looked. The man couldn’t keep his hands off of you and was already trying to convince you to have another kid. You had gotten thick, thicker than you already were and he was obsessed. He couldn’t go no more than 5 minutes without touching you, let alone being away from you. Smoke had to routinely call your phone so that you could somehow force Stack to go back to work and no matter how many times you try to peel your husband away from you, he refused to move.
At this point, Stack was glued to your hip. He went everywhere you went, even if that meant to go relieve your bladder. You couldn’t touch anything in the house that he deemed “heavy”, the only tending to the animals that you could do was brush the horse’s hair. Cooking was off limits unless it was something quick and easy, as he didn’t want you on your feet for too long. All your maintenance appointments were now house visits because he didn’t want you making unnecessary trips AND the man would even bribe Annie to cleanse the energy in the house with the promise that he’d somehow convince Smoke to get her name tatted across his chest.
He’s still working on that it seems.
Despite how clingy Stack was, you were overwhelmingly grateful to have him by your side.
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Tonight you were baking cinnamon rolls from scratch. You anxiously wiped down the counter, the shiny marble staring back at you. It was obvious that your nerves were through the roof.
“You good, mama?” Stacks voice distracted you from your own personal turmoil. You smiled warmly at him as he walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Mm. You look too good right now. I don’t like you showing off what belongs to me.” He kissed your neck, nose tickling your sensitive spot.
“I’m good, papa” you giggled, hands gripping his biceps. “And I’m all yours. Don’t be jealous.”
His hands played with the black skirt you wore, lifting it up slightly and rubbing your ass. “I can’t help it.”
“Baby stop. I gotta go live in like 2 minutes.”
Stack gripped your cheeks, smacking them repeatedly before pulling back. “2 minutes is all I need.” He pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that immediately erupted goosebumps all over your skin. You moaned into it. Body already reacting to the feel of his hands.
You pulled back with a groan. “I promise you’ll have me all you want after my live, okay?”
Stack sighed, leaning down to kiss your forehead and nose before pulling back. “Aight mama, call me if you need me.”
You nodded with a smile. The two of you stared into each others eyes for what felt like a lifetime before he pecked your lips and walked out of the kitchen.
There was no denying how in love you were with this man, so much so that your hormones had you up in the middle of the night, watching him sleep while you cried your little eyes out. You felt so lucky, like if the universe, God, whoever, had hand picked you to be his.
With a dreamy sigh, you set your phone up on the tripod, making sure everything looked good before starting the countdown to begin your live.
Your hands shook like a leaf. On your third deep breath the timer had reached 2 seconds and just like that, in the blink of an eye, you were live.
Viewers flooded in instantly, comments sped by so fast that your eyes couldn’t adjust. “Hi guys.” The softness of your voice played back in your ears.
“Omg you’re pregnant ?!?”
“I knew it!”
“You’re glowing! Omg you’re gorgeous!”
“Ahhh baby peaches !”
“Um hi. It’s been a while, huh?”
“As you can see I’m pregnant.” You rub your swollen belly, smiling softly as the comments continued to praise you. “7 months and already ready to pop it feels like.”
“I know I’ve been gone a while but I’m back for the time being— And today we’re making cinnamon rolls so I’m very excited. I’ll try to make a couple of more recipes before I give birth, that way you guys have some content while I’m gone.”
You smile at the overwhelming downpour of love you were receiving. “You guys are too sweet. Thank you so much for all the support. I missed y’all”
You turn behind you to grab the dough. “Okay let’s get started, shall we?”
“I already pre made my dough. I kneaded it for 10 minutes, then I let it rise for an hour, but before we touch that we’re gonna make the filling.”
Your comments were nonstop compliments to how gorgeous you looked. Occasionally your eyes would fall on one of them and a pink tint would cover your cheeks.
“Okay we’re going to need 1 stick of soft unsalted butter, 1 cup of packed dark brown sugar, 2 tablespoons of ground cinnamon and 1/2 teaspoon of kosher salt.” The items you needed were already sitting on the kitchen island for you. You pull everything in front of the camera so that your viewers could see. “Oh shoot. Forgot the cinnamon.”
You look around and realize that you had forgotten to ask Stack to take it down. Opening the top counter, your eyes immediately lock on the exact bottle you needed. Your arm extends the furthest it could go but unfortunately to no avail. You even went on your tippy toes and that didn’t work.
The sound of the stool scratched your viewers ears as you pull it towards you so that you could climb on top of it, but before you could even make the effort to get on it…
“OH FUCK NO!” The sound of your husband startled you. Your head whips towards the kitchen door where behind it, you hear the stomps of him coming down the stairs and towards you. “Baby! Are you crazy?”
Your eyes widen as he walks towards you. “What you think you doing?”
The camera captures the way he towers over you, the slight tilt of your head to meet his eyes and the way his muscles bulge out of his black T shirt. “I’m just grabbing the cinnamon, Lias”
“No, you was about to climb your pregnant ass on that stool to grab it.” He very easily snatched the plastic container and placed it on the counter. “Next time. Call me if you need me.” His tone screamed frustrated but his eyes showed nothing but worry.
“I didn’t wanna bother you.”
Stack shook his head and sighed deeply. “You’re never a bother, mama. Don’t do that shit again.” He placed a kiss to your forehead before moving to the refrigerator.
The smile on your face remained as you tried to focus on the task at hand.
“That man LOVES you!”
“Wait, tell him to come back! We wanna meet Mr. Peaches!”
“It’s real strict over there!”
You slightly laugh and shake your head. “You guys are insane.”
Stack stood by the kitchen door, eating whatever nonsense he found as he eyed you while you worked.
“Now that the filling is done, we can move on to assembling the rolls.”
Stack caught the way your eyebrows slightly furrow and the way you quickly roll your ankles to release the discomfort you currently felt. In no time at all, he put aside his food and moved to you. “Sit down, I’ll do it.”
“Huh?”
“Sit baby. You getting tired and your ankles hurting again. I see it all in your face. Sit and tell me what to do.” He washes his hands and dries them before standing right in front of the camera. “Wassup yall. My name Stack, I’ll be taking over from now on.” He grabbed your pink apron, slinging it onto this body that almost swallowed it completely.
The shock hadn’t left your face by the time he was geared up and ready to start. You slowly sit down on one of the chairs, trying your hardest to take him seriously.
“Lias, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want too. Now come on, tell me what to do. I want some cinnamon rolls.”
You snickered, looking at the camera then back at your man. “Okay, so you just have to grab the dough, flatten it and then place the filling on it.”
“Aight easy enough.” Stack did just as you instructed, carefully covering the dough completely.
“So cute! How did you guys meet?”
“He looks a little too excited to be doing this”
“Soon we’ll see his own baking tik toks”
You giggled at the comments making Stack raise an eyebrow. “What you laughing at, girl? They talking shit?”
“No baby, they just asked how we met.”
“I came knocking on her door in the late hours of the night asking for some cookies for a man who was sick in the hospital.” He smirked. “I ain’t think she was gonna answer and thought about waiting till the next day but then she opened the door, lookin fine as fuck.”
“Lias, please.”
“What? I ain’t lying. Now I dare somebody to knock this door that late, they gon get sum real sweet—”
“Okay! So moving on.” You quickly stand up, grabbing the bench knife and placing it in Stacks hands. “Cut in sections.”
Stack laughed and shook his head. “Aight. Sit down baby, I’m not gon tell you again.”
“Oop. His program don’t got any room to play games”
“Girl, please stay sat 😩”
“Respectfully, Do he got brother?”
“Yes he has a brother. A twin actually but he’s happily married guys.”
“And she’ll turn ya’ll into a frog if ya even try it.”
Your hand flies to your mouth to hide the laugh that was spilling out of your mouth. “Lias!”
“What? That woman crazy.”
Stack cuts the dough just like you asked him to, making sure they were as even as possible.
“You’re doing so good, papa.” You smile at him and he returns it.
“I been watching you for years, girl. I know what I’m doing.”
Hearing him say that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter and oddly made your body hot.
In a weird way, watching Stack bake and integrate himself into your space had you aching for him. Your eyes lowered slightly while you watched his hands carefully cut through the dough. The veins on his arms popped against his skin that was deeply tanned due to the unforgiving sun rays.
“You hearing me, mama?”
“Huh?” You snap out of your daydream, clearing your throat slightly to try and save face but Stack knew you better than you knew yourself.
He smirked. “They asked if we planning on having more kids.”
“And what did you say?”
“I said we bout to have a whole classroom of them.”
You slightly choke on your spit. Eyes widening in fear. “Oh hell no. Are you crazy?”
His laugh tickled your ears. “You don’t want that?”
“Not if I have to be the one pushing them out.” You tried to seem bewildered by this but your body burned at the thought of Stack breeding you over and over again. He watched your pupils slightly dilate, then walked over to where you were sitting.
You felt his lips next to your ear. “Just say the word and I’ll turn this phone off right now.” He whispered before kissing you and casually returning back to the cinnamon rolls as if your body wasn’t practically begging to be touched.
“Aight now, what’s next?” You will yourself to push those hormones away and focus on what was important at the moment. Stack washed his hands as you stood up to see his work.
“These are cut perfectly, baby.”
His hands rub your lower back. “I learned from the best.”
You felt him trail lower, low enough to where the phone couldn’t see anything.
“Now we just have to roll them up and then we can place them in the oven.” Your hands slightly shake as you feel Stack rubbing your ass, periodically slipping his fingers to slide against your cloth covered folds.
“D-do you wanna do these?” You move over to the side, face and body covered in heat.
Stack takes over, rolling the dough into perfect rolls until they were all done. You watched his hands move, the way his fingers glided against the smoothness of the pastry, how gentle he was and attentive.
“This how you like it?” His deep voice physically pulled you closer to him. Stack leaned down and kissed your reddened cheek. “Hm?”
“Um y-yeah. This is great.” You force yourself to smile at the camera. “Okay guys and now we just put these in the oven.”
Stack moved without a second thought. You watched how his muscles shifted against his shirt. Your eyes watching the slither of skin that peaked out as he bent down.
“All good to go, mama. Anything else?” He moved to stand in front of you, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your eyes showed nothing but the pure need you felt for your husband.
Stack tried his hardest to have some type of restraint but his dick painfully throbbed against his sweats. He loved seeing you like this, all sensitive and longing for him.
“U-um s-so while we wait. Should we answer some more questions?” You slightly pulled back before your knees gave out.
The comments called you out for how breathless you suddenly sounded.
“No wonder she’s pregnant…”
“Are we interrupting something?”
“Just go head and turn off the camera boo, it’s okay.”
Stack chuckled and you somehow turned a perfect red wine color.
Clearing your throat, you moved away from Stack, standing on the other side of the kitchen island. You grabbed the camera and angled it to face you.
The smirk on your husband’s amused face was hard to ignore, but you still tried your best as you answered questions.
“You don’t want me?” Stack mouthed, lifting his shirt to show his semi toned stomach.
He ran his hands down his deep brown skin, stopping right at the waistband of his sweats. You watched completely dazed, phone forgotten in the midst of your husbands chaos.
His hand reached inside of his pants, pulling out his fully erect cock that leaked pre cum. “I think he miss you, mama.” Stack whispered, his eyes locked onto yours.
You looked at the camera, smiling shyly. “U-uh I-I’m going to be right back, after the cinnamon rolls are fully baked.” Your hands tremble as you reach to turn off the live just as you feel Stack grab your arm and pull you towards him.
Your lips meet feverishly as he pulls you towards the living room. You didn’t give Stack a chance to think twice before you grabbed a throw pillow and lowered down to your knees. “I need to taste you.” You moan as your mouth opens wide to fit him so that he hits the back of your throat.
“Shit baby.” Stack groans, gripping the back of your head. “So fucking greedy. Look at you.”
Spit slides down the side of your mouth as your head bops back and forth.
Your body was thumping with an energy that needed to be spent. Horny wasn’t even the word to describe how you felt.
The vibrations from your moans hugged Stacks thick and hard dick that currently sat inside of your mouth. Your eyes were locked onto his as you moved your head up and down his length, making sure to fit as much of him as you can.
“So pretty.” Stack moaned as his hands cupped your face.
“I need you so bad, Lias.” You whimper as you place kisses on his thighs while your hands kept working him.
“Yeah? Let me see how bad you need me. Show me how wet that pussy is for me, mama.”
With shaky legs, you stand up and remove your skirt and panties. You lay back on the couch, legs wide open for your husband to see your drenched folds. “So wet for you papa.” You moan as your hands play with your stiff nipples.
Stack groans in response, fitting himself in between your legs like a missing puzzle piece. The tip of his dick poked your pearl that was begging for attention.
“Please, please don’t tease me. I need it. I need it so bad.”
Stack watched you squirm under him with a grin sitting on his pretty lips. He leaned down, pressing kisses to your neck and moving towards your chest. “You demanding shit now? Hm? You think you running this?”
His mouth wraps around one of your nipples, biting and sucking it like a piece of candy.
“Nooooo— I just— please. I can’t—” your body wouldn’t lay still. You were so damn needy and Stack was obsessed with seeing you like this.
Without warning, you feel him slowly enter your tight hole until he bottomed out. He watched the way your eyes rolled back and jaw dropped, hands reaching out to anything for purchase.
“Look at me.” He lightly smacked your face before cupping your jaw. “Keep your eyes on me or I won’t let you cum. You hear me?”
You whimper, only being able to nod in response as he starts to move his hips. His strokes were slow but deep enough to have your body trembling already. “Oh my God.” You cry out, trying your hardest to keep eye contact but your lashes kept fluttering every time his pelvis kissed the back of your thighs.
“Feel good, baby? Hm? This what you wanted? Been craving daddy dick all day.”
“Yes yes yes!” Tears slipped past your eyes as he picked up the pace slightly. “Feels so fucking good. Thank you daddy, thank you.” Your hands grip his shoulders as he fucked you through the couch cushions. The heat from the oven showed up in the way you and your husband’s skin glowed from sweat. The both of you too into the moment to be worried about it.
The sound of him going in and out of you rang louder than your moans. Thick, white foam covering his dick, a clear indication of how much you had wanted this.
“I feel you, mama. You gon cum for me?” Stack moaned in your ear as you tightened around him. “Make a mess. Let me see you.”
Your mouth opened in a silent cry. Your juices spilled out like a water fountain, drenching the both of you in the process. Stack leaned back up, rubbing your clit in tight circles to prolong your orgasm.
“Daddy, daddy please!” You whined as your body shook like a leaf. He kept going, thumb still on your pearl, strokes still deep.
“Gimme one more. You can do that for me right?” Stack bit his lip, a tell that he wasn’t going to last long but he craved to see you cum one more time.
“I—c-can’t. I caaaannt.” You were so sensitive, body already spent but your husband knew you better than that.
“Yes you can. Make daddy proud and cum for me again.” His voice had gotten lower, that rasp and southern accent making your body feel like it was on fire. Everything about him was so sexy, it was a shocker you hadn’t ended up pregnant earlier.
Stack could look at you and you’d already be soaked and begging for him to ruin you.
You were nothing but small gasps and whimpers under him, squirming like your body couldn’t be still for one second. “I’m gonna cuuummmmm. Stack!”
You squealed as you squirted again. Your husband whispered curses into the air as his strokes began getting messy. He watched you fall apart, thumb still pressed to your clit, overstimulating you more than you already were.
“Where you want it mama? Hm?” Stack groaned, his stomach tightening as he felt himself getting ready to empty his load.
“In my mouth.”
Stack wasted no time dragging you down to your knees. He pumped his dick once, twice and whimpered your name as he coated your tongue and chin. “Fuuuuccckkkkk.” He twitched at the feel of your lips on his head, making sure to get everything before swallowing.
“Nasty ass girl.” He watched you with adoration as you smiled up at him.
“You still love me.”
“Always and forever.”
-
By the time the two of you had gotten cleaned up, the cinnamon rolls were done. Almost over baked them but nevertheless, they were perfect.
You were too embarrassed to go live again and so you recorded a video of you frosting them, with the help of your husband. Quickly making sure to edit it before posting it and turning off your phone for the night.
Stack grabbed the tray of rolls, taking them to the living room while you made some hot cocoa.
The two of you cuddled up on the other side of the couch, feeding each other the delicious dessert while watching Abbot Elementary.
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