#stack x black reader

Late night had settled over Elias’s condo. Leon Thomas drifted from the speakers, lulling the room into a comfortable silence. Dim purple lighting washed over your soft brown skin, making it that much more alluring.

Somewhere nearby, a window was left cracked open and a gentle breeze blew through the curtains across your damp skin, raising goose bumps that sent chills over your body. The air carried the rich, woodsy scent of Elias’s cologne mixed with cooling sweat and the intimate evidence of what you two had been doing for hours. 

Stack shifted so that he was between your legs again. His warm, bare chest rested against yours as his eyes wandered over your features, hands on either side of your head. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, your jaw, down your throat. It had only been 15 minutes, and he was already ready for more of you.

“One more baby? Lemme have you again.” His southern drawl came out sweet and enticing. You traced your fingers down his spine as he continued placing tantalizing kisses across your exposed flesh.

“What we doin’ Stack?” 

He hummed against your skin in confusion, never stopping his torrent of kisses.

“I’m spending more nights at your place now than my own and we been doin’ this for a hot minute now. We spend most of our time together anyway.”

Stack made his way back to your lips now, leaving a soft one at the corner of your mouth. 

“What you gettin’ at, sweetness?” He pulled away to look at you fully now. 

“I just mean… is this all? We just gon’ keep hookin’ up and calling each other friends even though we both know it’s more?”

He held your gaze but his expression was unchanged. 

“You know you special to me. Ain’t nobody else got me like this.” His hands were roaming your thighs and hips now. His kisses made their way down your tummy, ending with a lingering one above your navel. “We know what it is, why we gotta go and complicate it?”

Before you could answer, the conversation died how it always did. With him between your legs and you too lost in pleasure to continue pressing. But truth be told, you were tired of being his favorite option instead of the only one.

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By the time the weekend came you’d made your decision. You had spent enough time waiting around on Elias to finally claim you. Your mama taught you at a young age that you should never beg a man for anything. What one won’t do, another will. And it was for this reason that you finally said yes to Malik’s offer to take you out for dinner and drinks. He worked in the building next to you and had been chasing you for a while now. You had turned him down more than a few times hoping that Stack would finally put a label on things. But after your previous conversation with him, it was clear that wasn’t happening any time soon. So, today when Malik asked what you were doing that night while y’all ate lunch together, you told him the truth. 

Nothing special. 

You made your way to your car after work and settled your belongings in the passenger seat. Like clockwork, your phone lit up with a photo of Elias as it began to ring. You stared at the screen for a moment before opting out of answering. Friday nights had been you and Stack’s thing for months now. You would pick the take-out and he’d pick it up after work along with a bottle—or two— of wine for your movie night. It had become so routine that he never even considered you wouldn’t be attending.

By the time you got home your phone was ringing again. With a deep sigh, you answered this time.

“You a hard lady to get a hold of. Y’know, I was startin’ to think you were avoidin’ me.” He chuckled to himself. He was currently at the liquor store perusing different kinds of wine, hoping to find something you guys hadn’t tried before. “What you in the mood for tonight? White or red?” 

You fidgeted with the sleeve of your shirt uncomfortably as you thought about how to respond. You didn’t necessarily want to lie to him, but you sure as hell weren’t gonna tell him the truth either. Your answer landed somewhere in the middle of those two options.

“I actually got plans tonight. Some of my girls wanna check out this new spot downtown.” Biting down on your lip nervously, you waited for his response. The other end of the line went so silent you almost thought he hung up. 

“Stack?”

Stack was stunned silent. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t spent a Friday night with you. Even if you didn’t come to his place, usually he would just come to yours. The sudden change in routine made him deeply uncomfortable. But alas, he reluctantly quipped,

“Since when you busy on Friday’s? You seein’ somebody else or somethin’?” He was teasing but when you didn’t laugh, he leaned in closer. The silence was not comforting.

“Since tonight. My girls wanna see me, and it’s been a minute since I’ve been out.” You replied simply, suddenly growing irritated that he was prompting you to explain yourself. Stack swallowed and shifted awkwardly on his feet, nodding as if you could see him. He wanted to continue pressing the topic, ask the specific name of this new spot that was more interesting than him or his club. But his pride got the best of him.

“Aight…ladies’ night. Handle your business then, baby girl. Don’t have too much fun without me. Let me know when you make it in the house safe.” 

You promised you would before quickly ending the call. The refusal did not sit well with Stack. He had recovered smoothly from your rejection in the moment, but now that the call was over, he was stuck staring at the same bottle of Moscato he had been holding for the past five minutes. It wasn’t like you to say no to him.

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As much as he hated to admit it, Stack didn’t really have back up plans. He always reserved Friday nights for you no matter who else he was seeing. He sat on his couch for a while, sipping the wine he’d picked for the two of you earlier. He scrolled through his recent messages debating who he should hit up, if anyone. Honestly, his roster had been thinning out the more attached he became to you. They just weren’t like you. They didn’t laugh like you or smell like you, and the more time he spent with you the more intoxicating your presence became to him. 

Truth be told, he was disappointed. Stack kept a line up. There was no shortage of women in his life— he could have anyone he wanted within a single text or call. But you were his favorite. There wasn’t anyone else he wanted to lay up with and kiss on but you. With other women, he usually just skipped to the main event. Minimal foreplay, surface level conversation. Nothing like what he had with you.

Stack’s train of thought was interrupted by his phone ringing. He snatched it from the cushion next to him, nearly dropping it as he tried to answer. A disappointed groan made its way from his mouth when he realized it was just one of his homeboys. Not you. He’d never admit it, but he was hoping that maybe you would change your mind and decide to stay in with him after all— even though he’d never ask.

“Yo” He answered boredly.

“Aye, Stack. What you on tonight? Lil’ Ms. Fine as hell over there?”

Stack chuckled and shook his head. It was no secret that you were the finest woman on his roster, and again, his absolute favorite. You were the only woman he had a silent claim over.

“Naw, she’s with her girls. Said somethin’ about a new spot openin’ up downtown, I don’t know.” he felt his annoyance bubbling to the surface again as he reiterated your words. He had no right to feel possessive over your time, but he couldn’t help it.

“Yeah we gon’ head over there too. You tryna pop out?” 

Stack fixed his mouth to say no. He was aware that it was probably clingy to follow you to the exact place you told him you would be—on the one night you’d taken space from him. Still, the idea that he could feign bumping into you, and that maybe through a turn of events you would end up ending the night with him after all, got the best of him. And there was still something ugly and jealous tugging at him about the way you never answered when he asked if there was someone else.

“Yeah I’ll meet y’all over there. Gimme like 45.” He ended the call with his homeboy and went straight to his closet.

Girls night, huh? He tutted to himself as he scanned his clothing, looking for something to wear. Unfortunately for you, he was about to crash your party.

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Any time Elias Moore stepped into the building, he was the main attraction. The SmokeStack twins were known by people clear across the Mississipi delta— and in other places too. Tall tales and fables alike had been whispered through the grapevine for years now. Stories about men who’d encountered the twins but never lived to tell the tale. Gossip about the havoc they wreaked in Chicago prior to returning to their little hometown… mysteriously, with enough money to open a club of their own. 

Stack didn’t do lines. Upon arriving to the club, hushed whispers and watchful eyes oriented toward him immediately. There was a confident swagger in his walk as he headed straight to the front of the line, like he always did. He slipped a crisp $50 bill to the bouncer out of respect before dapping him up. Then, he made his way inside. No fuss, no muss. 

Vibrant neon lighting flashed across the club, highlighting its lively crowd. Music thumped through the floors and radiated into Stack’s chest. The crowd parted instinctively for him as he found his way through the room. Women stared lustfully, admiring his confident walk and the million-dollar smile he’d flash if you were lucky enough. Stack was fly, it was no secret. He only wore the best and he was always iced out. 

“How you doin’, daddy?” a tall, slim woman cooed as Stack brushed past her. His gaze raked over her, and he nodded in acknowledgement as he made his way into his section. If he wasn’t VIP, he wasn’t attending. 

“Stacks-A-Billion! You made it. My nigga finally got from up under that girl and graced us with his presence.” Donte clapped Stack on his back and pulled him into a brotherly hug. The other men at the table did the same, greeting him one by one like he was a don. 

The night was smooth at first. Real smooth. Stack was in the middle of chopping it up with one of his old flings who he’d cut loose when his eyes caught a familiar face. There you were. He froze completely as he took you in.

You were wearing all black. Leather shorts that sat on your hips low and hugged them just right and a lace-up sleeveless biker top. Black heels adorned your feet, and you were wearing your signature gold jewelry. The corner of his lips twitched upward into a smile involuntarily and he licked them as he took in your appearance.

However, the smile quickly dropped from his face when he realized that your girlfriends were nowhere to be found. Instead— you were with some tall guy. Stack looked hard and long to ensure he wasn’t imagining things. 

Nope. No girlfriends. This was definitely a date. 

Immediately, Stack tuned out the woman that had been talking to him. The music in the club dulled to a thumping pulse, and suddenly he had tunnel vision. He couldn’t help the possessive ugly feeling that arose deep in his chest as he watched the man’s hand brush the small of your back when he leaned in to whisper something to you.

You didn’t see him for several minutes. But when you did— your eyes locked with his. You were caught. Completely and totally caught red-handed in the act. Stack stayed where he was, but he held the piercing stare long enough that you wished you could disappear. Then, he turned back to his boys as if nothing had happened.

It stayed like that for a short while. Stack kept mingling, talking to people who approached him. He managed to make it through half of another drink before he became so consumed with a silent possessive rage that he turned from his boys mid-conversation and headed straight over to you. The crowd parted for him like the red sea.

“ ’Scuse me patna, I need to talk to her for a second.”

Malik looked startled, he hadn’t seen him approach. He looked like he wanted to say no, looking between the two of you as the tension rose. Apparently, he waited two seconds too long, because Stack increased his proximity to the man with one large step, a cold stare closed the rest of the distance between them. 

“I ain’t askin’, I’m tellin’ you. Don’t get hurt boy.” He snarked; tone laced with southern venom. And with that, Malik scrammed.

Stack grabbed your bicep, gentle enough not to hurt you— but with enough force that you knew now was not the time to test him. He guided you to the backdoor of the club and slammed it open. The cold air kissed your hot skin and instinctively made you flinch.

“Let go of me, Elias” you snapped, snatching your arm away once it was just the two of you. He turned toward you with a look that made it hard to pinpoint his emotions.

“Who the fuck is that?” He snapped back. You looked away towards the busy street and crossed your arms defensively. The distant sound of impatient drivers filled the silence.

“A friend.”

He sucked his teeth and responded, “Don’t gimme that shit girl, a friend? I just watched how that nigga was lookin’ at you, and it ain’t nothin’ holy or friendship-like on his mind.” Stack was trying to remain as calm as he could given the situation.

“We grabbed food and decided to stop by for a drink, that’s all” you sighed. You rubbed your temples out of frustration. Why the hell was he even here? Stack’s eyebrows lifted at your confession. He stepped closer and cocked his head to the side.

“Fuck you mean y’all just had dinner? That’s what we doin’ now? You goin’ on two-part dates with random niggas?” Now his voice was starting to raise. He looked away in an effort to find his composure, but he felt his heart beating fast with panic. This was the second part of the date?

“I’m not your girlfriend, Elias! I can see who I want, why do you care anyway.” Your voice rang out sharp and shrill against the brick walls of the alley.

Instantly, his head snapped back towards you. He stepped closer. One step, then another, until your back was against the cold brick wall behind you. One of his palms came up beside your head and he leaned in close enough that you could tell what liquor he’d been sipping on. His eyes flicked from your eyes down to your lips, and back again. Almost like he was trying to make sure they were the same as they were the last time he’d tasted them— untouched by anyone else.

“If you ain’t mine…why you lyin’ to me ‘bout who you with, baby?”

And for that, you did not have an answer. You simply looked at him blankly. After a long hard stare, you scoffed and pushed him by his chest away from you, refusing to give him an answer that he already had. You turned around to make your way back inside to find your date. He was probably scared shitless.

“Tell ol’ boy don’t get caught alone in no dark alleys.” Stack’s voice rang out sharp from the alley as you walked away. You rolled your eyes hard.

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A week went by after your encounter with Stack at the club. You’d sent texts, called a few times. He was radio silent. He had stopped randomly popping up at your place with tokens of his affection, and he hadn’t made any attempts to reach out to you himself. Your last text which read, “How long are you gonna do this? Say something” had been delivered nearly 12 hours earlier and he still hadn’t responded.

You were in the middle of sulking and smashing a bag of hot Cheetos when your phone pinged. A soft gasp escaped you and you quickly picked it up.

Lias ❤️‍🔥: You ain’t mine right? Lose my number.

Your heart sank as you re-read the message. So he gets to keep a revolving door of women, but you go on one date now you’re the bad guy? Furiously, you typed out your next response. Your jaw dropped when you pressed send and the message went green.

He blocked me you gasped to yourself.

A few hours went by, and it never came. You kept waiting for it— a slick little follow up, the way he always did when he knew he had gone just a little too far. The response sat final in the text thread. You stared at it until your screen went black. You guys had fights in the past but never like this. Stack had never shut the door completely before, really he had never fully opened it either. But this time felt different.

Fine.

From that moment, it was on. You started answering Malik’s calls on the second ring, you let him take you out to dinner, and when he asked you if he could see you two nights in a row you said yes. One night, he kissed you outside the restaurant after the date. He waited to see if you’d pull away, instead you leaned in deeper. The kiss felt nothing like Stack’s. But the attention was real and constant, and it was better than the half-ass relationship Stack had been giving you. 

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Four days. That’s how long Stack lasted before he tried to fill the void you left behind. 

The woman’s name was Tasha, she was real thick and real bold too. He met her at his club, she was staring him down like she heard all the rumors about him and wanted to know if they were true. This night, she’d been looking extra hard, and Stack was always aware of watchful eyes. 

He took her back to his place with full intent on giving her what she was looking for. Another easy and forgettable night with a face he probably wouldn’t remember in a few months unless they gave him a reason to.

The night started off easy enough once they made it back to his place. Tasha started kissing on him while he was preparing drinks, talking about all the things she wanted to do to him. Her perfume was too sweet and sharp in a way that made him miss the signature fragrance you always wore. Stack wandered over to the couch and sat down, legs spread wide. Tasha was on him immediately, she straddled him without waiting for an invitation, rolling her hips real slow like she already knew what he liked.

Out of habit, he rested his hands on her waist. His fingers didn’t dig in or stroke, wander to her ass, he just sat there looking bored. Tasha continued to pepper kisses across his jaw and he allowed it. But when she made her way to his lips— he turned his head sharply. 

The woman’s body tensed and she pulled away with a frown.

“You good?”

“I’m straight.”

Hesitantly Tasha got back into her groove, dragging her nails down his chest. The silence stretched and he could feel her getting frustrated in the way her body tensed. Still, he kept the same bored expression.

“You sure you good? Cause you actin’ real bored for a man who invited me over.”

Finally, Stack looked at Tasha. She was pretty. Nice body, pretty smile. There wasn’t anything wrong with her, but still Stack didn’t feel a pull low in his belly or any urge to flip her under him. There was no interest in hearing what she sounded like when she came or moaned his name. He just kept thinking about you. How your thighs slotted perfectly over his and how your mouth always tasted like whatever chapstick you’d chosen that day.

“Yeah, you right. I think you should go.” He mumbled, gently lifting Tasha off him by her hips. She didn’t move from where he placed her on the couch. She continued to sit, staring at him in blatant disbelief.

“You serious right now?”

Stack stretched and reached over, grabbing the remote. He clicked a button and the television came on, filling the silence of the room.

“Yeah.”

If looks could kill Stack would’ve been six feet under. 

Tasha rose from the couch hastily, snatching her bag from the coffee table before leaving. The door slammed behind her harder than it needed to and the echo of it sounded through the apartment. Still unphased, Stack let out a heavy sigh as he started flicking through different movies on Netflix. He kept the tv on, letting it consume the silence. Quiet had never bothered him before you.

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Smoke stopped by to check on Stack two days later. Ever since they were in the womb, he knew when something was wrong with his twin. He didn’t knock when he stopped by, he always came in unannounced. Smoke walked into the kitchen and dropped the greasy takeout bag on the counter. He looked his twin over like he was diagnosing how bad the heartbreak was— and he’d never seen it this bad. Not even with Mary.

“You look like shit. Y’ain’t been sleepin’, have you?”

Stack was sitting motionlessly, halfway watching a basketball game with no idea of who was in the lead.

“I’m fine, what you got to eat?”

Smoke nodded his head silently as he started unpacking the food. But he didn’t leave the topic alone just yet.

“Y’all still on that silent treatment?” Now it was Stack’s turn to ignore the question, that was all the confirmation his brother needed. “Once you start catchin’ feelings, nobody else taste the same. Y’know that right?”

At this, Elias shot his twin a look that said leave it be. 

“Ain’t nobody catchin’ feelings.”

“You put that fine ass stallion out the other day ‘cause she wasn’t the one you wanted in yo lap.” Smoke’s voice stayed flat, bored almost. “That sound like not catchin’ feelings to you?”

The temperature in the room stayed the same despite the heaviness of Elijah’s words. As much as Elias wanted to curse at his brother and tell him he was wrong, he was right. Still, he mumbled an annoyed “whatever” and sat across from him at the table, fighting back a smirk when he noticed his favorite Indian food.

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Bad news came the next Tuesday. The gym had put a hurting on Stack, and he was making his way from his car to his front door when Smoke pulled up. Evening was settling over the city, and his shirt was still clinging to his back with sweat from his work out.

“I got bad news.” Smoke said simply. Stack wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt as he slowly approached his brother’s car. If it warranted an in person visit, it was more than bad.

“What.”

“Saw ya girl at the comic bookstore on 5th street. She was with ol’ boy from the club, tall nigga.”

Stack went totally still and the towel in his hand stopped moving over his neck. 

“She still dealin’ with dude?” 

Shrugging once, Smoke held his hands up.  “Look like it to me. They was walkin’ out together and he was holdin’ a bag for her. Looked real comfortable if y’ask me.” He took in his twin’s ragged appearance before adding, “If you love that girl don’t wait too much longer. He got plans for her. I can tell.” That was all. He didn’t comment further, ask what his brother planned to do, or offer further advice. He delivered the last sentence and held Stack’s stare for a second longer than necessary before leaving.

When the conversation with his twin ended, Stack stood in his living room for a long while thinking hard. It was one thing for y’all to be at the club, but a bookstore date? Nah. That’s too close to home. He couldn’t stomach the idea of you going on real dates with this man. Smiling at whatever stupid thing he said, letting him touch you. The uncomfortability of it all settled deeper under his skin the longer he pictured it like a petulant sunburn. You weren’t even trying to hide that you were dealing with this guy anymore. You were just out here, dating in the open like he’d never put his mouth between your legs and made you shake.

Autopilot mode was the only way to describe Stack’s thought process once he entered the shower. The night at the club kept replaying behind his eyelids. The way you looked at him when he caught you. How you went back to Malik instead of staying, instead of going home with him. And especially— how you kept seeing this man even after Stack had told you to lose his number. Pride and jealousy wrenched together in his gut until he couldn’t tell which hurt worse.

When the water from the shower was cut off, he had already made his decision. The only way through this was to make you his. Quickly, he got dressed. Grey sweatpants a black t shirt, and the chain you always played with when you sat in his lap. He was out the door before the water had even fully dried on his skin.

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By the time Stack was halfway to your place he was fully dry and his thoughts had unfogged enough for his good sense to be activated. He couldn’t come over empty handed. He shook his head at the thought of coming to your place and agitating you without having food to soothe you after. Only a fool would do something so stupid. So, like a good boy, he stopped and ordered your favorite food and grabbed your preferred wine and some flowers for good measure. His elders always taught him you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. 

The bags sat in the passenger seat of the car and Stack kept looking over at the flowers like they might disappear if he didn’t check. By the time he pulled up at your place he had rehearsed what he wanted to say a million times over in his head. He was coming to fix things, and he brought things you liked because some part of him thought it might make a difference. He knocked on your door in that familiar rhythm only he used. You knew it was him without checking the peep hole.

When you swung the door open, your attitude was on full display. There he was, bags in one hand and flowers in the other. The familiar scent of his soap clung to his skin and his hair was still damp. The second he laid his eyes on you his expression softened and he forgot everything he planned to say. Except for,

“You datin’ niggas now?” His voice was pained and tight. Your gaze dropped to the items he was holding and drifted back up to his face. Grudingly, you stepped to the side and allowed him to come in.

He watched with greedy eyes as you sauntered into the kitchen to grab wine glasses, hips switching and jiggling your ass as you walked.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or is a man who told me to lose his number actin’ brand new?” You grumbled, avoiding eye contact. Stack shut the door behind him with a quiet click. The bags were set down with more care than his voice had. Suddenly, the space felt a lot smaller than it did before. Stack crossed his arms over his chest and his eyes moved over your face like he was looking for something.

“You out here goin’ on dates, my patnas tellin’ me you still spendin’ time with ol’ boy after I caught y’all at the club.” Your expression remained unchanged as you uncorked the wine and began pouring the glasses. “Why you bein’ like this?”

When you still didn’t answer, just raised an eyebrow in annoyance, he increased his proximity. You felt the solid heat of him against your back. He wasn’t touching you— yet. Just letting you feel the warmth of him against you. Then, he brushed his lips against the back of your neck and said, 

“Tell me baby. Why you doin’ me like this, hm? Like I ain’t never stroked you so deep you cried for me ‘cause it felt so good… like this lil body don’t react every time I touch it.” As if on cue he pressed his lips against the side of your neck and you let out a soft involuntary sound, leaning back into him instinctively.

“You made the rules stack. Don’t get mad when I finally start playin’ by ‘em. And you damn sure don’t just get to show up with food and these sorry ass flowers like that fixes everything.”

He pressed his back against your chest fully now and mumbled, “Look at me.” When you didn’t, he gently turned you in his arms by your waist. His voice was barely above a whisper when it came out. “I don’t wanna see you with nobody else. I don’t wanna think about somebody else knowin’ how sweet those pretty lil moans sound when you get like that. So I need you to tell me it still belong to me.”

The audacity of this man was astonishing honestly. You stared at him unblinking. The raw honesty in his voice almost had you until you remembered that last nasty text he’d sent. Then your eyes sharpened.

“I’m not yours. You never claimed me.”

“I’m claimin’ you now” he replied simply, as if it was obvious.

“No” you shook your head firmly. “You only sayin’ that because somebody else wants me. You comin’ over here today doesn’t change that.” His hands came to rest on either side of you on the counter, trapping you in between his arms. 

“I’m sayin’ it ‘cause I mean it. I’m done pretending I don’t”

When he leaned in, you instinctively leaned back. You held his gaze for a moment and he respected the distance. It lasted for only a second. Once his thumb brushed over the exposed skin of your belly, you allowed him to catch your waist and pull you in. Initially the kiss was pride and anger. Teeth and tongue, both looking for dominance. 

The second time your lips joined, it was slow enough for him to slide his tongue against yours in a tantalizing rhythm. A small sound escaped your lips without permission, and Stack’s breathing changed when he heard it. By the time you went in for a third kiss, you were on top of the counter and he was fully between your legs spreading them wider. His hands were roaming under your shirt like he’d been starving for the feel of you.  

“You still mad, I know.” he said the words in between needy kisses. “But I know you missed me just as much as I missed you.” He voice had dropped several octaves and it was rough with lust. Your pulse quickened against his lips as he kissed your throat and he squeezed your hips to show he noticed.

“Fuck you, Stack”

“Oh I’m bout to, baby. Don’t even worry that pretty lil head.”

With that, he lifted you from the counter and you reflexively wrapped your legs around his waist. Straight to the bedroom you went.

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Clothes hit the floor in random pieces until they were all gone. Stack made himself comfortable between your legs and gazed over your features as if he was still deciding how nice he was gonna be to you. Whatever he saw made his pupils become more dilated with lust— most likely your stubborn unwillingness to secede.  When he kissed you his tongue moved slow and thorough like he was trying to make you forget every bit of the argument you two had.

A hand drifted between your legs and he groaned against your lips when he found that you were already wet for him. His eyes flicked down to your sex and back to your face, watching your expression closely as he slid his middle and ring finger inside you. A satisfied grin made its way across his features when your lips parted and your lashes fluttered against your cheekbones.

“This pussy gon’ tell me it missed me even if you don’t.” he cooed as he continued his torment, curling his fingers just right against that spongy spot inside you. Your thighs twitched and a shaky breath passed your lips. Your hips chased his fingers and he drank in every little pleasured expression greedily. He paid close attention every time your expression changed.

“Tell me it’s mine” he murmured. When you shook your head stubbornly, he used his other hand to push your—his— t-shirt under your collarbones and just above your breasts. He latched a hot mouth to your areola, drawing a surprised cry from you as he suckled your nipple gently into his mouth. Your refusal to give in to him ignited something. A third finger joined the others and pressed harder, thumb circling your clit with precision until your thighs started shaking.

“Say it baby, stop playin’ with me. This pussy loves me just as much as I love you.”

A small squeak escaped you as your hips chased his hand desperately. You’d been craving his touch just as much as he’d been craving your presence in his bed at night. Still, in all your stubbornness, you uttered,

“Make me”

When the words he desired never passed your lips, he withdrew his fingers and sucked them into his mouth, holding your eye contact steadily as he tasted your essence. Hungrily, you tugged at his sweats. Stack drew his teeth between his bottom lip when his length sprung free, hard, thick, and leaking pre-cum. You nearly drooled at the sight, not having seen it in two weeks. Before you could touch him, he shifted you onto your back. And before you knew it, your calves were pinned on either side of your hips.

Stack dropped his forehead to yours as he gently dragged the head of his dick between your folds, nudging your clit intentionally each time. He waited until your expression grew needy with want before gently pushing past your entrance. He stretched you slowly, head dropping further into your neck the further he sank into you. When he was buried inside you, he let out a deep exhale. Like he’d been homesick and was finally home.

“Fuck— I missed bein’ this deep inside you. You feel that baby?” He lifted his head now, longingly staring into your irises. “That’s me puttin’ it back where it belong. Go on dates if you want, keep lettin’ that nigga buy you books. But this right here still answer to me. Say it.”

Instead of answering you whimpered and the sound make his stomach tighten. He adjusted his angle so that the head of his dick massaged intensely into that swollen bundle of nerves that only he seemed to find so easily. Your eyes flew open and a high-pitched moan flew past your lips. His breathing hitched as he watched the way your lips trembled. Something real close to satisfaction settled over his features.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Whenever I kiss that lil spot just right you start shakin’ for me. Keep them pretty eyes on me. Wanna see what you look like when you finally stop fightin’ it.”

And true to his word, he stayed right on that spot. Your walls started fluttering around him and he noticed the change immediately. He slowed his strokes, deliberately dragging them out to hear you moan real pretty for him. When your first orgasm hit, your mouth fell open and your eyes went glassy. Stack drew his bottom lip between his teeth as the sight and kept grinding through it, relishing in the way your expression grew desperately needy.

“That’s one. Still ain’t said it though.”

You were still riding through the aftershocks of your first orgasm when he hooked both your legs over his arms and folded you deeper into the mattress. The new angle forced a high-pitched sound he hadn’t heard before from your lips and his eyebrows rose in both enjoyment and surprise.

“Stack— wait. Too much” you stuttered through deep breaths.

“Nah. You said make you, right?” He ground against that small bundle nerves in slow circles and your face twisted with ecstasy. Stack’s own expression tightened with hunger as he watched you. “So I’m gon’ make you. Say it belong to me.”

Unwilling to relent, you shook your head even as waves of pleasure crashed through your core. He saw the refusal sitting behind your eyes and his strokes got meaner, more precise and deliberate. Your stomach clenched again and your thighs trembled against his arms. He felt every little flutter and took pleasure in knowing the words he desired were an orgasm away.

“Say it, baby.”

“It’s yours Elias, it’s yours.” You cried as your second orgasm rose slowly but intensely. His eyes closed and the words fell over him like a prayer. The confession hit him harder than expected. When he opened them again, he was completely focused and he drove deeper.

“Again” he mumbled against your lips.

“It’s yours” you whimpered brokenly. He leaned down and brushed his lips over yours. Not really kissing, just letting you feel the soft heat of his mouth against yours while he kept up that focused rhythm between your legs. Every time the head of his dick dragged over that spot, your pussy clenched and fluttered around him.

“Stack—” you stuttered, voice still shaking. “It feel… it feel so good when you dig in me like that. Right there, please, I think I’m gon cum again”

He moaned softly against your lips, a low intimate sound that was pulled deep from his chest. He kept repeating that same motion, intentionally grinding into that little spot over and over again in relentless strokes. He watched your face the whole time. His eyes tracked the way your brows furrowed and how your lips parted every time he pushed inside you a little deeper. The orgasm started pulling out of you in long, drawn out waves. Those little sounds that Stack had missed so dearly kept spilling past your lips as you creamed around him in messy gushes. His jaw went tight when he felt it.

Right as the orgasmic wave hit its peak, he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. His were dark with need.

“Open”

You opened your mouth without hesitating, and he let a string of saliva drop from his lips onto your tongue. The second it landed you swallowed and your orgasm intensified hard. Your pussy clenched around him in intense, rhythmic pulses and another rush of cream squelched around his dick. The wet sounds got obscenely loud and Stack’s gaze stayed locked on your face. He admired the way your expression cracked even further, like the sight of it was doing something to him.

“That’s it, good girl baby.” He groaned against your mouth. “Take it just like that. Let me feel how wet you get when I stroke it real deep like this. Tell me again. Who it belong to?”

“You” you sobbed, completely fucked out at this point. “It’s yours, Stack. I promise.”

Something in his expression softened and he kissed you deep and slow while he continued fucking you through the aftershocks, never fully letting the overstimulation fade.

“I got you, mama. This stays mine. These legs stay open for me… this soft lil pussy only gon’ get wet like this for me. Promise me.”

“Yes, anything. You can have whatever you want. This pussy’s yours” your voice was still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

“Fuck— gon’ make me cum talkin’ to me like that girl” he growled. Only when you had promised yourself to him several times over and your body was trembling non-stop did he bury himself as deep as you’d take him. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he came, and a low, primal sound left his chest while his dick pulsed hard inside you. He watched your pretty face the whole time, like he needed to see you were taking it.

After, he stayed inside you, still breathing hard. One hand stroked over your hip where it met your belly like he still couldn’t believe you’d given yourself to him like this. His pupils were still dilated and searching your face.

“You mine. That ain’t changin’” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question. Just a fact he decided to force into existence. You didn’t answer. You were still shaking and your adrenaline was still pumping. The anger hadn’t fully subsided yet but something warm and tender was taking its place. He kissed you again, slower and deeper this time, and still didn’t pull out.

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That was until the twins moved back. You hadn’t heard of them, too busy wrapped inside your own little world to worry about what others had going on but once they came back, the word spread like wildfire. The flames were big enough to knock the walls down of your domaine and the whispers echoed loudly in your ears.

“Heard they just came back from Chicago.”

“I heard they was over there stealing and killing people.”

“I’m surprised they ain’t locked up. Somebody should do something.”

You minded your business though, tended to your horses, dogs and your bakery business.

Cookies, pies, cakes, brownies and just about anything sweet that you could name, was your specialty. You started getting called Peaches for your obsession with making peach cobbler and handing it out to your neighbors. You had learned to cook and bake from a very early age, your mother making sure you knew how to throw down in the kitchen so that you could impress your potential husband.

But you didn’t care for that, you learned because you liked it, loved it actually, and eventually you took your talents elsewhere.

To Tik Tok.

Pink kitchen and utensils caught the attention of millions of people who liked to watch you do what you do best. You hadn’t expected the surge of attention, the videos only being posted in hopes to your reach your friends and family, but the algorithm had other plans. And so that’s how you spent your days, tending to your animals and baking sweets for your millions of fans and to share with your neighbors. Eventually you became the talk of the town, everybody wanted to try a piece of your desserts and before you knew it, you had people showing up at your doorstep asking for anything, a crumb even.

One night, while you were preparing sugar cookies, you heard a knock at your door that wasn’t frantic like it usually was. It was slow and loud. Just two knocks.

You wiped your hands on your pink apron, long curly light brown hair cascading down your back as you walk towards the entrance, the shorts you wore barely covered your ass and the cropped tank top hugged your upper body tight. You weren’t expecting anyone this late, no one usually showed up at this time.

The clock ticked to 11PM just as your hand reached the handle. A man, who you hadn’t seen before, stood there in a all black suit. His face was expressionless but his eyes stayed on the way your cheeks reddened before they traveled down your body, zeroing in on the deep brown moisturized skin that glowed against the moonlight.

Something about his demeanor made your stomach turn, nerves clawing at your body, but there was something else, a heat hidden behind the fear.

“Oh. Hi! H-How may I help you?” Your voice was soft and something about it caused Stack’s jaw to tick slightly, that and the way you smelled of fresh vanilla and peaches.

“Evenin ma’am. Names’ Stack. My apologizes for disturbing you so late. I’m here on behalf of Mrs. Delphine, says her husband sick and in the hospital again, been craving sum of them lemon cookies you be making.”

His voice was deep and rough in a way that would send anybody else running. Accent slow like molasses and thick just like yours. Your thighs clenched before you could stop yourself.

“Oh um. Y-yeah. I have some. I just gotta pack them up for him. Um—” You hesitated, teeth sinking into your plush lip before mentally telling yourself ‘Fuck it’.

“Um— Do you want to come in and wait while I get everything together?”

Stack nodded, a small smirk appeared on his lips before he stepped inside your little world that you had carefully crafted for yourself.

And the rest was history.

Your viewers started to notice the change, the way you recorded videos with a smile so wide you’d think the measuring cups had told you a joke. They noticed how softer you were, the dreamy look on your face and the way you just glowed.

Assumptions about a man being in the picture were in almost every single video you posted. You didn’t bother confirming nor denying anything. Just let them keep guessing.

Until you popped out with a ring on your finger. You weren’t even bothering on being discreet, your perfectly manicured hand was all in the camera as you recorded how you baked a cheesecake. The boulder on your finger catching the light and making its presence known.

You tried to remove the ring, your audience too distracted by it to pay attention to what you were making but Stack wasn’t having that. Not one bit.

“Stop fucking playin with me. Put that shit back on.”

He groaned as he watched the video you had posted without it. Stack didn’t even have a tik tok account before you, didn’t even care about anything pertaining to social media. But once the two of you got together, he made sure to watch anything you posted.

‘User3829928’ liked your video.

He didn’t even bother making a name for himself, didn’t care to post or even watch anything else. His only purpose was to watch you. Sometimes you’d post things to get under his skin. A picture with a miniskirt that was wayyyy too short. A dress that hugged your curves too tight for a video on how to make homemade ice cream. Or starting a ‘get ready with me’ video in a silk robe that showed a little too much for him. Each time ended with you on your knees, attempting to apologize to him as he fucked your throat. You promised you wouldn’t do it again through tears that seeped through the pillow case while he fucked you silly.

But you never kept your promises.

-

You shouldn’t have done it, but you were frustrated beyond belief. Stack had left early that morning with the lie stuck on his lips that he’d return in time to make cupcakes with you. It was a cute little tradition the two of you had started since you first got together.

Every Friday, the two of you would spend the day baking or cooking something. Anything.

Last Friday, Stack wanted tomato soup and grilled cheese. So the two of you spent the day making that, even had more than enough to send over to Smoke and Annie.

This Friday though, you and the small little bean growing inside of your belly were craving cupcakes and Stack had given you his word. Said he just had a few errands to run with Smoke and that he’d be back early enough to bake the cupcakes so that they’d be ready by dinner time.

By 5PM you were still waiting for him, the pout on your face deepened as you texted him for the 8th time in the past 10 minutes.

By 5:30 you have had enough. You changed into a red halter top, mini dress that Stack had specifically bought just for you to wear for him, fluffed out your curls and touched up your makeup. You grabbed your phone, set it up on the tripod in the kitchen and started the live.

Comments flooded in seconds, compliments being thrown left and right. Some from the ladies but most from men.

“Hi guys!” You waved to the camera, the stack of bracelets dancing loudly on your wrist. “It’s a bit late but I was planning on making cupcakes so I figured you guys would like to join me.” Your smile was sweet, as it always was. No one suspected your ulterior motives.

No more than 5 minutes of you starting, your iPad started ringing. Your phone, which was placed on DND, recorded as you watched your iPad ring before shutting it off.

It only took Stack 20 minutes to drive home. You were distracted, too deep into explaining your recipe to notice him walk into the kitchen. His heavily tatted arms were crossed across his chest, his body stiff behind your phone. White T shirt clung to his muscles, black jeans handing low on his hips, some Jordan’s and chains sitting heavy on his pretty neck.

“Okay so make sure that you’re adding enough vanilla extract or it’s going to taste like—” You jumped once you noticed him, heart racing loudly in your chest. The viewers noticed, half concerned, half excited to maybe get a glimpse of your man.

“Is that him?”

“Omg don’t tell me we’re about to meet Mr.Peaches himself.”

“Guys have you noticed that she looks a bit pregnant here?”

Stack eyed you. Fully. From the top of your head, down to the French tip pedicure on your toes. He clenched his jaw as he looked at the dress you wore.

“End the live fa me, baby.” You bit the side of your bottom lip, eyes wide and staring up at him. Somewhat embarrassed that this was happening on live, somewhat turned on from the intensity of his stare.

“I—I’m not done, papa.”

“I know you ain’t done but we gotta talk, so end the live.”

“Ooop not my good sis done fucked up”

“Shiiiitttt girl he sound like he not playing, ga head and end the live.”

“Why do I feel like I’m the one getting in trouble?”

You nodded. “Okay guys, I’ll see yall in a bit.” The screen went dark as soon as the live ended. You locked your phone and placed it on the counter. You could feel the weight of his eyes on you but pretended not to.

“You like playing with me?” Stack slowly walked up to you.

“Stack—”

“Nah, answer me. You like pissing me off?” He stood right in front of you, arms on either side, holding on to the counter behind you. He leaned down and it took everything in you not to throw yourself into his warmth. He smelled of cologne and weed, scent strong enough to make you dizzy with desire.

“No…” your lips formed a pout, eyes wide in the way you knew could get you anything you wanted. His lips twitched, trying hard not to smirk at how cute you looked. “Get ya ass upstairs. Now.”

“But-”

“Now, baby.”

You nodded, and headed up the stairs with him trailing behind you. He didn’t like being mean to you, you were too sweet for that, but he was never afraid to put you in your place.

You sat at the edge of the bed and waited for him to walk in, your nerves were through the roof but you also lived for the thrill and he knew that. Stack’s steps were heavy, you expected him to walk right to you, to grab you up and choke you like how he always does but instead he walks to the vanity that sat across from the bed. You watched the muscles on his back move, his big frame blocking what he was doing.

After a few seconds of messing around, he turned and walked to you. His hand gently gripped your jaw, thumb smoothing circles onto your skin. “You wanted my attention, mama? Huh? That’s why you did that?”

You nod, face formed into a pout. This wasn’t usual for him, the gentleness after you piss him off.

“Nah speak up. Tell me what the problem is.” Your breath stutters and eyebrows furrow in confusion. His voice was soft, the complete opposite of what you were expecting. “Speak, mama. I’m here now. Tell me what’s up.”

Your mouth opens, getting ready to spill your truth, to admit that your hormones and emotions were completely out of wack and all you wanted was your man.

Stack lowers down to his knees, his hands pull your dress up in one quick motion. A small gasp escapes your mouth when he presses a kiss to your knee, trailing his lips further up your thigh. “I don’t hear you.” He looks up at you, waiting for you to say something, anything.

“I—It’s just that I-” Stack spreads your legs further, prompting you to lean back on to your elbows. He digs his nose onto the damp spot of your panties, groaning at your scent. Your breathing picks up, hands already gripping onto the sheets and body slightly trembling.

“Mm, so fucking sensitive.” He places a kiss to your covered mound before gripping the sides of your underwear and pulling them down your legs. “I don’t hear you talking.”

You whimpered at the heat of his face so close to where you needed him the most. “Elias” You softly begged.

“Nah, none of that. I ain’t moving till you speak.”

You groan, laying your body down fully as your eyes stare up at the ceiling. “I just… I really wanted cupcakes and you promised me you’d make them with me—” Stack dug his face in your drenched pussy, tongue flattening on your clit before pulling back. A moan stops you mid sentence, eyes drifting down to him as you watch him spit. His fingers mix it with your essence before slowly pushing into your tight hole.

“Eliiiasssss” Your back arches, small belly bump covering the way he leans in and wraps his lips around your aching clit.

“I ain’t tell you to stop, did I?” His fingers curl inside of you, moving faster as his tongue continuously laps up your juices. “Talk to me. I’m listening.”

“F-Fuck!” Your moans mixed into whimpers, already feeling the coil forming in your stomach. “Don’t stop.” You gasped, eyes rolled to back of your head while Stack feasted on you.

He smacked the inside of your thigh with his free hand. “Keep talking or ima stop.” You felt him slow down, face slowly pulling back just as you were about to cum.

“Fuuuuckk, okay okayyy. I just, I needed you here—” Stack hummed in satisfaction, fingers continuing to slowly pump in and out of you while he watched you try not to fall apart. “A—And you were gone for a long time—” You couldn’t stop whimpering, pregnancy making you extra sensitive to his touch.

“Mhm and what else, mama?”

You squirmed, full body trembling from the feel of his fingers reaching deep inside of you as he slightly picked up his pace. “Eliasss fuucckkkk.”

“Keep going, you doing good, baby.” He placed kisses to your clit, holding you right at the edge of that breaking point.

“Fuccckkkk, I just needed you here. I needed your attention— I just wanted you, daddy.” You sounded so sultry, voice high and full of moans.

“Yeah? That’s all it was?” Stack puckered his lips around your clit again and let his tongue play with it. You cried out, hands reaching out to grab his head while your hips frantically moved up and down his face.

“Yes! Yes! That was all, daddy. I swear!” It didn’t take much for the restraint to snap, your juices decorated Stacks face and your body twisted and turned as if trying to find a place to store the pleasure you were feeling.

“You so fucking wet, my god.” Stack moaned as he sucked and licked every drop from you. He stood to his full height, hands immediately reaching for his shirt and removing it. Next was his pants, thrown to the side along with his boxers. You moaned at the sight of him, tattoos tracing his front and back, including your name right along the side of his neck.

Stack grabbed your body and turned you to the side, then laid right behind you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to his chest while the other one gripped your leg, lifting it high enough for your knee to reach his shoulder. “This what you wanted, right?” You felt the head of his dick nudge your folds, drenching it in your essence. The sound was obscene. There was no denying how badly you needed him.

“Yessssss.” You arched back onto him.

“Ga head, take it. Take what you want.”

Your trembling hand reached down and grabbed his dick, slowly pushing it inside of you. Stack groaned, burying his face in your neck as he slowly moved his hips.

Moans escaped your open mouth as you felt the stretch from the pure girth he carried. “Oh my god.” You cried out as he bottomed out, his full length deep inside of you while you clawed at his arm and the sheets. “Fuck!”

“Mhmm, take it, take that shit baby.” He sped up his pace. Thrusting in and out of you while you cried out every time he kissed your cervix.

“S—so big, papa!” You whined, already feeling the way your stomach was tightening again.

“I know baby, I know. But you can take it right? Look how good you’re doing. Taking all this big dick.” He grabbed your face and turned it to his. Your lips met in a slow dance that contrasted with the way he was fucking you. You couldn’t stop moaning into his mouth, your face forming a small pout.

“Don’t look at me like that. You wanted this right? Take it. Just like that.” His voice was like silk against your ears. Your hand weakly grabbed onto his arm as you squirted with every thrust.

“Eliaaaassssss!”

“Mhmmm, give it to me. Give me all that shit. Nut all on your dick, baby.”

Your body shook and bent against him but he wouldn’t dare stop. You were nothing but gasps and whimpers, trying your best to come down from the intense high you just experienced.

Stack pressed your lips together again, tongue sneaking its way into your mouth. “Open.” He spit into your mouth the second you followed his order. Hips still digging into you.

He slowed down and shifted so that he’d be able to deepen his strokes. You sobbed into his neck, your French tips pressing crescent moons on his thigh. His other hand rubbed your small but plump belly. “Cum for me again. Do it. Let me see you break.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your juices sprayed out of you, another orgasm ripping through your body without permission.

“Drown me just like that. Keep going, don’t fucking stop.” His lips were right by your ear, you heard every small groan, every breath and whisper that he tried to hide.

“Okaaayyyy.” You whined, feeling completely out of your own body.

You couldn’t stop squirting, all you could was sob and try your hardest to gain some type of control of the situation but your body was overstimulated and done for. Stack didn’t care though, he kept going. Dick sliding in and out of you with a wet splat each time he went all the way in.

“Good girl, mama. You gon let me ruin you like this, huh?” His strokes slowed down, you felt each inch of his thick cock trying to tear you apart.

“I— I can’t.” Your tears fell in waterfalls, short breaths turned into gasps as he continued to abuse your already swollen folds.

“Yes you can. Come on, give me one more. You can do that for me, right?”

“I caaaannnt. Elias, I can’t, fuck. I can’t.” Your toes curled and your body hadn’t stopped trembling since he started. You cried out over and over again as you reached a state of what felt like hysteria. He felt so good but you could barely breathe and were practically drooling. Your eyes kept rolling to the back of your head and your juices drenched the mattress beneath you.

Stack reached his hand down and pressed a two fingers to your clit. Your jaw dropped, hand reaching back to lightly slap his chest over and over again, as he rubbed your nub in circles. Screams echoed throughout the room as your body practically convulsed.

“There she go. That’s exactly where I want you. Just like that, baby. Stay just like that while I ruin you.” Your walls fluttered around his length, another orgasm threatening to destroy you. “Breathe. Let me hear you.”

You took a deep breath, eyes squeezing shut while you sobbed. “I love your dick, daddy. I love it so much!” You cried out loud.

“Yea? This why yo ass pregnant now. Nasty ass girl.”

“Keep fucking me, please! You feel so good inside my pussy. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

He moaned against your ear, hips stuttering from trying to hold himself back. “Look at you. Dumb off of dick. They don’t even know how you get. Tryna act all innocent for them people—If only they fucking knew.” He sped up, hand lifting your leg higher to reach parts of you, you didn’t even know could be touched. “You love me, hm? Tell me you love me. Tell me I’m the only nigga that could ruin you like this.”

“I love you! I love you! I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum, Elias. Oh my god!” The hand on your clit sped up to match his thrusts.

“Say it. Tell me this mine. Tell me I own you.” His strokes were brutal, all that was heard was the slapping of his skin against yours and the mess you were currently making. “This my pussy, my body, my nut. All of it. Mine. You hear me? I own you, baby. All of you.”

“Yes! It’s yours. All yours! Fuck!” Your body snapped, shaking profusely as your cum flowed out of you. Stack whimpered, his thighs trembling as he filled you with his seed.

“Oh fucckkkk” he moaned against your shoulder, pressing kisses to your damp skin, trying his best to calm down. He slowed his movements, letting the both of you ride out the orgasm.

You twitched against him, slumped over in a state of absolute bliss. Stack kissed you all over, hands rubbing your sides to calm you down.

Your eyes opened slowly, looking around as if you couldn’t believe that just happened. It felt like you had an out of body experience.

The vanity that sat right in front you, had your phone propped up and facing the both of you. Your eyes widen as you gasp.

Stack followed your eyesight, he chuckled slightly before getting up. Grabbing your phone, he pointed it right at your exhausted figure.

“Thought I’d keep this for memory as a reminder of what happens when you try to play with me.” You bit your lip, stomach turning in a way that it shouldn’t have been after all that. But the thought of having a video of the two of you having sex, saved into your phone where you could watch whenever, caused a fire to burn deep within you.

“Come on, baby. Show the camera the mess we made.” A smirk played on your lips as you turn over. Back arched and chest pressed onto the bed, you reach back and open your folds with two fingers. Stack groans, moving the camera closer to catch the way his nut slides out of you.

“Perfect.” He moaned before turning it off and lightly spanked your ass.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before you get me started again.” You giggle as he picks you up bridal style and heads to the bathroom.

You and Stack were always laughing and joking, the whole house full over laughter and little things. Stack would always be pulling pranks on you.

Today was Saturday and you were running errands, you have been around town today, shopping for things you needed as well as things you wanted.

As you stroll through one of your favorite stores you lean on the shopping cart scrolling on your phone, the bag of spinach in one hand and your phone in the other, your screen was more interesting at the time, going through TikTok as you grab your snacks, as you swipe you come across a video that had you cracking up, of a wife, telling her husband that she paid for air in her tires around $500, you stifle a chuckle as you make your way to self-checkout.

You scan each item, pay with card, grab your receipt and leave the store. As you are leaving you push the cart until you reach your car, placing all your groceries in the trunk and close it. You make your way into the drivers seat, and you sit there for a minute scrolling on TikTok, but that video you saw earlier never left your mind, one reason is because your tires do in fact need air. Stack knew this and he was going to get some air in his tires after his workout, but after his workout he realized you already went to with the car and shot you a text reminding you to be safe and to come home to get some air in the tires.

So you drive to the gas station, and go get some air in your tires for free of course, but Stack won't know that and you can't help but think of how funny it would be to prank your husband saying you bought some air for an enormous price.

You drive back home, parking in the garage and popping the trunk, grabbing the couple of bags you brought and making your way inside your home. The house smelt of buffalo wings and nachos. Just by the smell you knew he was watching a game and when you walk in seeing him on then couch, you knew you were right. There your husband sat hunched over elbows on his knees, eyes glued to the TV as you heard the familiar roar of an NBA announcer. You kick the front door shut with your heel.

As you walk into the kitchen, placing the bags down.

"Hey baby, I'm back" you called out, moving straight to the kitchen island placing your bags down.

Stack didn't move from the couch , his eyes glued to a fast break on the screen before him. "Thought you said were going to pick up a few things, i come back from my workout and saw the garage was empty when i finished , so i knew you probably went to go run errands."

You nod, putting groceries in the fridge as you listened to him speak. "Yes, baby, well i handled everything", you started pulling out your favorite snacks. "I got the good stuff too, went to go get some air in the tires since i was out and the guy at the shop told me it lasts longer."

Stack's eyebrows furrowed, you set the final bag of groceries on the island, you get to the one containing your favorite snack and lean against the counter, watching him. On the TV, a basketball player was lining up for a free throw, but now Elias's attention was all on you. His arm leaning on the couch, he looked relaxed, his skin looked like he was glowing from his workout, thought he'd obviously showered and changed into some lounge clothes.

"Well baby, how was your day?" you asked, tilting your head about.

He reached for the remote lowering the volume just enough so he could hear you over the noise of the TV. "Productive ain't too bad" his deep voice vibrating through the room. "I got a good lift in and core workout. Was gonna head to the garage to take care of your car, but when i came back home already saw you and the car were gone." He looks at all the bags on the counter "look like you were one a mission huh?"

He stood up, now back facing the TV, his arms over his head stretching, he started walking toward the kitchen and helping you unpack. "I'm just glad you didn't get so much and lug all of it in yourself, you got everything you needed and wanted?"

You smiled "Everything and more" you replied, turning your back to him as you reach for the carton of eggs. "I also stopped before i came back home to get the air in my tires done, so you won't have to worry about it. The guy at the shop was super helpful".

Stack paused, his hand hovering over the bag of apples you loved so much, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly, head tilting in a bit of confusion. "The shop? i told you I'd do it here in the garage with the compressor. Where'd you go?"

"Ummm, you know that new place around the corner" you lied so smoothly you had stop your smile. "Yeah there i got this Premium Air, you know the high performance stuff? I figured since it's getting colder, I should get the best they had".

The NBA game was now completely forgotten as he heard your words. "Uh-huh, baby what are you talking about?" he asked his voice dropping an octave as his focus was solely on you. "The hell you talking bout ? What, "good stuff?", It's just air baby" He explained.

You looked at him "Well i paid a pretty penny for it and-" you couldn't finish before Stack's mouth was running.

"Fuck you mean, you paid??" his face full of confusion.

You simply nod. Trying your hardest hold your grin and smirk.

Stack takes a tooth pick as he feel like something is between his teeth and attempts to get it out.

Stack prided himself highly of taking care of his woman, doing this for you, wether that be you saying you like a bracelet once, next thing you know it's on your wrist. He loves to take initiative, especially when it comes to lifting things, now he knows your capable, and independent woman but he has been trying to have you let loose a little and let him carry the load sometimes.

So now that he is hearing you went to some dumb ass gas station , and paid, green U.S American dollars, hard earned money, and you paid it for some air, he's having a hard time wrapping his head around it. He's also having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that you actually went to the gas station and got air filled up, you barely knew how to do an oil change, he showed you how, but he liked taking care of things that are yours.

Hence why he also having a hard time when he told you he was gonna pump air into your tires. At home. And you went to get them done?!

All the food is off the counter now and he just uses his tooth pick, while he is thinking, the fucking hell is premium air?!

"Baby imma need you to go back to the beginning since you left what did you do and how did you get to the station?" he said rubbing his face, the NBA game now the least of his concerns.

"Ok, so i went to go get groceries at the store, and some snacks, also the protein powder you were talking about, so i went to self checkout and brought everything we needed, I went back to the car, putting the groceries in the car, remembered you told me about the air in the tires were getting low, i also remembered you said the colder it gets the more we need to be careful with the car so i went to the shop down the street and the man told me about premium air and so i got!" you said in a cheery tone, as you gave him the run down of your day. When gave less detail when it came to explain getting the air in your tires, knowing he would want to hear more.

He watched you in his white tank top and black sweats explain. He looked scrumptious good enough to eat really, but his sly smile that is usually plastered on his face wasn't there anymore, no it was confusion and frustration, his tongue rolled over his grills that sat pretty on his canines.

"Baby" he gritted out, calming his self down as he steadied himself both hands on the counter, looking at you "Where did you go? What that motherfucker look like? And why the hell did you go off and get air in the tires when i got shit at home??" he asks trying to make sense of the situation.

"Yeah" you continued "I went to the gas station, and i told the man that i need the air in my tires filled, he told me about this premium air, that is special during the winter time and you won't need to fill it up for a long time! He said it's usually $1,000 dollars but he gave me a deal and so i couldn't say no!" you said as if you prided yourself.

He just looked at you, as if you had three heads.

You see the veins in his neck straining just a little bit and without a word he goes to the garage, as if he wants proof you really filled your tires up at all.

He opens the garage door and walks around the car, to feel the tire pressure, his jaw ticks.

"She playin' with me, she better be fucking with me" he mutters to himself.

You make your way to the garage as well, not too far behind him "What's wrong baby?" you asked "How does the tires look? They look good right?"

His jaw ticks as he rubs his face, you can tell he is trying his best to keep his composure.

"When you get air in your tires anywhere, they are supposed to be free, why you ain't just come home?" He asks with his arms crossed as he look at your car.

"Well you know i can handle myself and-" you began to speak before Stack was in front of you.

"You can handle yourself? Yeah i believe that, baby breathe in"

Your eyebrows furrow and head tilted in a bit of confusion "What?"

"You heard me. Breathe. In" he said slowly, you don't know why but your knees get a bit weak at his tone, his command.

You do what he asks and you slowly inhale, waiting for his next words.

"Breathe out" he says as he watches you, exhaling.

His face in front of yours, "that's how free that shit should be, unless God himself breathing air into your tires, the fuck you mean, you paid $500?"

You chuckle a bit.

Stack freezes at you. Do you really think shit is sweet right now, before you got home, he was in a good mood, had a good workout today, ready for you to come, y'all might've watched the game together or a movie, lying in bed, maybe some good loving, and then knocking out. Well, any plans he had before are gone. Out the window.

"I told you I'd fill the air up in your tires, you gon' and go out there to some place and pay some bum ass nigga $500 ? And you laughing? When i told you I'd do it at home? "Ok little Ms. Independent" He said, nodding.

"Well it's already done so, imma go take a shower and I'll be back" you shrug not taking it seriously, almost in a cheerful mood as you head upstairs and take a shower. While Stack stays there almost as if he is froze in place, and he finally blinks looking at your car, grabbing your keys and turning your car on wanting to see what your tires pressure looks like.

"Some fuck ass nigga, touching her car," he groans to himself.

You are in the bathroom getting your playlist ready for a little mini concert chuckling to yourself seeing how well the prank is going, and wondering if you should tell him, or when it's the right time.

As you wait for the water to heat up, downstairs Stack is scrambling trying to figure out who you went to and what the fuck is premium air? He only knew one person who he could call and rely on, his brother.

He waits as his leg shakes impatiently for an answer, as he hears the phone ringing.

"Yo" Smoke said

"Yoo, Smoke i gotta question for you?" Stack asked as he has the phone on speaker in your car.

Smoke groans, "Stack it better not be some dumb shit like last time"

Stack rolls his eyes and sucks his teeth "It ain't, you ever heard premium air for your tires?"

Silence on the other end and a beep following after that, Stack looks at the phone.

Did this nigga just hang up on me??. Immediately pressing on his contact again calling once more, this time it rings a couple more times before he hears a sigh on the phone.

"Tell me you ain't hang up on me, nigga tell meeeee your ass didn't just hang up on me?!!" Stack says taking deep breathes as if he's about to lose it.

"I told you i ain't wanna hear no dumb shit, guess what you bothering me with ? Some dumb ass shit, taking about some premium air for ties, do i look dumb to you, Pops taught us everything we need to know about cars inside and out, so what the fuck you talking bout some Premium air fo' ?" Smoke murmured.

"Aight, listen, ꨄ talking about that she went to the gas station and went to go fill up the tires with some shit she said the guy called "premium air" and that it's made to last longer, i ain't never heard of no shit like that in my life, so i had to make sure, cause i ain't no dumb ass nigga, I'm keeping it cool right now but i will kill someone behind her, talking about she paid $500, nigga did you hear what i just said? five hundred U.S motherfuckin' dollas!" Stack explained completely irritated and out of breath from his little rant.

There was silence on the end, until he heard a laugh, Smoke was laughing. At him.

Stack sucked his teeth as he rubbed his head as if he was having a crisis. "Fuck is so funny?"

Smoke cleared his throat, catching his breath from the laugh he had to let out "Uh-huh, it's that fuck ass trend, Annie tried pulling that shit on me a while back, had her every way but loose, trying to play me for a fool. Search that shit up, man". Smoke said

He continued "She playing with you, i mean you do always prank her, so i guess now it's her time to prank you. She got your ass, and good for her".

Stack was very still on the phone as he nodded "Aight, thanks"

"No problem, good luck handling that" Smoke said.

Stack ended the call and just stared, zoning out into thought, this was her prank?? she think her ass so funny huh?, well prank over. Let's see if she laughing after this.

Meanwhile, you are in the shower, imagining yourself on your second world tour as you are listening to Rihanna "Love on the Brain". as you sing along unbeknownst to you of what will await you once you get out of the shower.

You rinse the soap off of your body, turning the shower off and wrapping your damp body in a towel. Stepping out of the shower and headed to the bedroom, you see Stack sitting on the bed, as if he was waiting for you.

"Hey baby" you say with a smile, trying not to let your stomach full of nerves get to you.

"Quit playin with me, so what the man look like?" his jaw was tight and his words coming out differently then before, more calm? and controlled.

"He was real tall, um light skin too just a couple blocks down" you lie with ease.

Stack slowly approaches you, causing your thighs to clench and to hold your towel tighter then before.

"You should be glad i got em done" you shrug your shoulders as you walk past him.

All he could think about was, how he missed the game he invested an hour into watching, how you got the tires got filled when he said he would take care of it and you keep throwing this word "independent" around as if you don't have a ring on your finger, you could be independent but you rarely let him help and you know he loves to help.

Stack stared at the back of you, he caught whiff of your body wash, as you grab you body butter rubbing it into your hands and rubbing it on your legs as you prop up your leg onto the bed, towel still on your body.

Stack smiled coming up with an idea.

He sat on the bed where your leg was, before you can move your leg he caught your ankle placing it between his legs on the bed "Let me do it".

"It's ok i can d-" you began to say.

"I know you can, but i want to, let me" he asks looking you at you and that tank top fitting him all right, how could you say no?

Stack grabbed the container of body butter and rubbed it into his hand massaging and rubbing your leg down as you stood with one leg for balance.

"So you ain't gonna tell me?" he asked as his eyes never left yours.

"Tell you what?" you asked chuckling.

"The truth"

You rolled your eyes and laughed. "What I said was the truth"

His jaw clenched as he looked at you, now you rolling your eyes too, as if he was annoying you??

"Lemme do your whole body, baby give you a nice massage" He sounded sweet and loving but his eyes had a glint to them, one that carried mischief.

"No, baby I'm-"

"Lay down, i ain't asking you, I'm telling you" Stack pulled your leg to straddle his and he flipped you over, now your back on the plush bed.

You feel frozen, your trying to catch your breath, chest heaving, you whisper to yourself on the bed.

"Wanna speak up baby?" he asks as he looks at you, his hand caressing your legs and hip, your hip automatically jerks.

"Nah, Ms. Little Independent right? Don't need me?, He starts, "Don't worry imma get the truth out tonight".

You swallow, his tone in voice makes the butterflies in your stomach now swarm.

"You paid 500 dollars for what? air? baby, i know you ain't that dumb right ?" He asked.

Your eyebrows furrow, "Dumb, no i was just tryna help", who was he feeling like??

He smiled, kissing your nose "And you still lying to me, that's real cute".

"You ain't gone tell the truth huh baby?" He grabs the towel pulling it from you, now your skin still a little wet and you try to cover yourself, "Nah none of that baby".

He grabs the body butter rubbing it into his hands and rubbing it on your torso, he brings his lips down to your chest kissing them softly.

You gasp. The words caught in your throat "S-Stack".

Your breath hitched as you feel one of his hands palming your breast, squeezing lightly as his fingers pinch your nipples.

"Nah i don't wanna hear nothing but the truth, don't worry imma get it out of you" he said look downing at you his head tilting as he is taking in your reaction as his fingers do not let up from playing with your nipples.

Your hand lands on his, hissing gripping his wrist.

He leans down to your breast his breath stopping right above your nipple , you grip the bed sheet. "I don't wanna hear anything, but the truth and you moaning, that's it, not a single complaint"

Just like that his lips met your nipple and you bit your lip trying to remain calm. You felt something that had your eyes wide and you yelp, your hands instantly going to the back of his head. Teeth, he bit your nipple just lightly.

You cried out, trying your best to remain calm as your back couldn't help but arch up as look down at him.

You couldn't lie since you got out the shower you had been wet, and this is not just about your body, you don't know how long you needed him but you need him. Now that you lie here naked in front of him you can't help but becoming more needy.

You whimper as you look down at him and he sucks your nipple just a little bit before he let's go, much to your dismay, you frown.

He kisses your cheek, you turn to kiss him but he pulls away, causing you to frown "I'll touch you, but i ain't kissin' those lips til they tell me the truth".

Your breath hitches and you want to cry out, as you try to pucker your lips, practically begging for a kiss as you face him, he moves your body farther on the bed as your head now hits the pillows.

As he moved your body, you feel his fingers on your thighs caressing, his fingers rubbed your pussy, in little circles, watching your body, as he can see the shiver you try to hide from him.Your hips chase for his hand, for that feeling of pleasure.

His fingers never stopped once they started inside f you as his hips fought fighting back, his finger hit a rhythm that has the back of your eyes rolling.

You keep your mouth shut holding your whimpers back, until your lips began to tremble. "P-Please", you suck in a breath as you remain eye contact with him and you try to rut meeting the match of his fingers.

He just watches your face and your body jolt.

"Uh-oh does Mrs. Independent need something? Thought you had everything under control and don't need me no more huh?" Stack mimics you, whining like you do with his lip pouting.

His fingers were relentlessly brutal and you were loving every minute. If this is how every prank ends for you then why would you stop?

Your thighs began to shake in his hand and you try grabbing his wrist getting him to slow down just a bit. His eyes dragged all over your body taking you in, legs spread, body freshly moisturized, nipples perky and your face trying your hardest to keep your composure, it was a cute act.

Stack snatches your hand that is trying to slow him down pinning it above your head "You'll take it baby, right cause you like playing in my face" he groans as he feels your juices running down his fingers.

"Kiss me, please" you tried to demand but it came out more like begging, your lips hasn't touched his all day and you were desperate for a kiss.

He ignores you, eyes focused on his fingers and the juices flowing from you, he curls his fingers causing you to moan and whimper. You are close, and he knows it, and right when you are there he pulls his fingers out, your pleasure falters right at the edge.

"Fuck!, no please" you almost shout at him.

"You think you run shit, you think I'm dumb or something?" he asks as his face is in yours, his eyes burning into yours.

Your heart was beating so fast trying to catch your breath from him, edging you and a pout forms your lips as you aren't getting what you truly want.

"You gonna say sorry, and i wanna hear your too" He repeated "That's a promise". He hoisted your legs onto his shoulders, as he is now face front towards your juicy pussy.

Your mouth couldn't help but drop as you felt his tongue between your legs, your hips trying to grind on his face, but his hands led you steady making sure you take what is given, not just what you want.

His mouth never left your pussy, he was clearly happy between your legs with all the sounds he was making. Stack always found pleasure of giving you pleasure, he feed off of that shit. So when he is hearing your moans, or tasting you, for him that's pleasure enough.

"P-Please b-baby, i need you" you whined out, as your back arched off the bed, as your watery eyes landed on him, he looks completely lost in it. You feel his nose running over your clit causing you to jerk away. His hands immediately pin your thighs open "you got bout one more time to be disrupting me while I'm down here and imma have your ass sore as hell" he said slowly with heavy command in his voice.

He licked his lips and kissed your pussy and earning a harsh breath coming from you. He pulled away , he's licking his lips and wiping his now glistening chin.

You hear a button being undone and next the slide of a zipper, you want to make the processes faster reaching to help him take his pants off but he moves your hand, not even looking at you as he takes his pants off and his boxers.

"Come get up and sit on it, Ms. Independent" he said.

You don't hesitate, you move aside as Stack leans his back on the headboard and you straddle, thighs now resting on both sides. He strokes himself lightly. "You still ain't tell the truth".

"So now you gon' have to work for it until i hear my apology" He said.

You place your hand on his shoulder lifting up just enough as you feel yourself throbbing in need as Stack lines up his dick underneath you, you were pulsing in need for him.

Stack places his hands on your hips and gives you no time to even think or hesitate as he forces your hips down, feeling just how wet you are and he makes sure you sink all the way down. He groaned as he felt you clench immediately. Stack's face remained clam but his head hung low taking deep breathe as if he didn't want it to get to him.

You frowned remembering that Stack wanted you to work for it. So you lifted you hips and started to grind yourself onto his tip and sunk all the way down, hissing at the feeling.

As you were trying to find the rhythm , Stack's lips found your nipples again. sucking on them causing your knees to shake. Your back arched more into his touch causing you to cry out as your hands fly to the back of his neck. "S-Shit, baby i-i". The words could barely leave your lips, coming out as cracked and broken.

All he did was hum, his hands now palming your ass, they didn't help you move or anything, not at all his hands just laid there squishing the fat of your ass.

"Sound like you trying to say some, mamas? What is it? You sayin' sorry?" He asked as he released your nipple and kiss the middle of your chest, as he looked up at you.

"M-mm, i-it, it was a joke baby, m'sorry, j-just a p-prank" you cry out as your hips start to feel tired.

Stack's grin reappears on his face as he looks at you, he can tell your hips are growing tired.

"I couldn't hear you baby, from all that whimpering and shit speak up baby" he mimics you and smiles. The way he kisses you, he knows his lips are burning your skin even more with complete need. Your lips yearn for his.

You hiccup as you stop moving your hands remain on his shoulders. You bury your face in his neck, posture slouched leaning on his, he smacks your ass, he never told you to stop moving, but he feels the wet kisses you are leaving on his neck, causing him to move his neck to the side giving you more access.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for pranking you, f-for tryna be funny, please I'm sorry" you whine, hips weakly moving, trying your best to do as he said.

"You sorry?" he asks "Are you really sorry?" "Cause you came in here, you saw me watching my game, just chillin, and you bring yo' fine ass home tryna be funny, got me heated as hell. You know I'd kill some niggas behind you".

He says as he lifts you up as your legs straddle his waist and he flips you over now you are on your back as he plunges deeply into you.

"Oh fuck!" you cry out.

"I know you ain't think your prank would have you moaning and crying like this huh, baby?" Stack said with a smile.

"i ahhh, i-I'm so sorry, fuck please i need you" you blabber and whine as you fell him just plunging into you relentlessly.

Stack's hips never slowed and he could feel you, feel how wet you were and tight. He moans just a bit and he finally kisses you.

He set the pace and the tone, the way his hips were snapping into yours, he was showing you and making you feel like you were his. His lips crashed into yours fervently and you moaned, his tongue slipping into your mouth and you suck on his tongue for a moment. You longed for his lips on yours from the start of the day.

He kissed you harder, his forehead hitting yours and swallowing your moans with his kisses, his finger slither between your bodies and his fingers found your clit, your eyes rolled back, and you broke the kiss gasping.

Your body began to shake underneath him. Stack shook his head, in a demanding yet sure tone."Shhh, you gon take this, be good for me baby". You shuttered at all the sensations, the way he was speaking to you, the feeling of his hands on you, his fingers on your clit rubbing fast circles and his other hand near your head, and the way he is fucking you, you were sure you going to be sore, tonight, tomorrow and the day after that.

All you could do was nod and have your hands holding on to him. You felt his balls slapping against your ass, his fingers left your clit and his hands found your thighs, pressing them down spreading you open farther then you already were.

"Fuck, Oh gosh, oh gosh" moans falling from your lips, as you watch him fully concentrated on your pussy. You shook your head, your legs shaking.

"Mmph fuck, n-not fair wanna cum together" you whine out, with tears in your eyes. Stack heard your words and as if it was possible you got even tighter?? He surely thought he was gonna die.

His hips snapping forward, those deep strokes were brutal, every thrust was knocking the wind out of you. His hips continued as he leaned down to kiss you, he got sloppier in his thrusts and you could feel him getting closer to cum.

"Please gimme" you moved his hands away from your thighs and began to thrust up into him as well. He groaned, his pounding began to become sloppier, your voice cracking

"You sorry for playing in my face?" hid heavy hand came back t your thigh and rutting into you

"Mmmmmm fuu-ck, yes, I'm sorry!" you hissed at the grip on your thigh and your eyes rolled back cumming, you feel it flowing out of you and onto him dick.

Stack's head hung low as he began to feel it, feel the pressure , how wet you were. His hips were stuttering, cum running down your legs and squirting just a bit, your body shaking as Stack began to groan, never too far behind you when it came to pleasure.

"I got you, i always got, j-j-just let me take care of you sometimes" he whispered to you, pressing harder into you. He felt everything how wet you were, hearing your moans, seeing your nipples fully erect, seeing your face the way it is all blissed out was enough to make him cum and it did.

"That's it, take what i give you" he said as he kept grinding, only lightly but slowing down. You try catching your breath but his lips find yours as he kisses you.

Your lips always find a way to meet his no matter how tired, and this time they do once more.

You smile lightly as he catches his breath, and so do you.

He tries not to collapse on you, but you have your arms waiting for the moment and you can't wait when he does, he sees your face and he leans on you still buried deep inside, his face buried in your neck. The room smelling of sex and truth's now told.

You drags your nails lightly on his back.

You are taking deep breathes, you can feel his heart slowly but surely coming back to a regular heart rate, no longer so elevated from…such activities.

"Sooo, this was my first time pranking you and you do me like that?" you ask joking lightly.

Stack hums with a light chuckle.

"I- I, I only want you to know you don't always have to be so independent, but that i am here too, for you baby, so respectfully yeah, I gotta show you and anybody else that questions that shit, that you are well taken care of". He explains with pure honesty in his heart.

"Also, try to pull a prank that I won't go somewhere and start swinging on somebody, cause trust and believe I was going to that gas station." Stack grumbles.

As he was peppering your shoulder and neck with kisses, you couldn't help but smile; your first prank was an utter success in your books. You would most definitely have to do it again sometime.

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(Author’s note: My first time writing a complete smut scene—go easy on me lol. I’ve had this idea on my mind for ages, so I was like let me go ahead and write while inspiration is here. Let me know what y’all think!🫶🏽)

You loved Stack. 

You really did. You loved him more than you’ve loved any man walking on this Earth. He made you feel things—excitement, danger, adventure. Each day with him was like discovering some new hidden gem, and you were addicted to the feeling. 

He was charming. Granted, that was one of the first things that set off alarm bells for you. Your grandmama had always told you to watch out for those charming, sly mouth men. 

“They’ll talk you right on out ya’ panties if you ain’t too careful. Next thing you know, you sitting there with a baby while he’s warmin’ the next woman’s bed.”

Unfortunately, you hadn’t heeded your grandmama’s warnings and you ended right up in bed with the same man that she warned you about. But you loved Elias. That was another thing, you never called him Stack. He was so insistent on people calling him Stack, but you never would. 

You remember the first time that he introduced himself, all dressed in swagger and sin. “Name’s Stack, sugar. And what might I call you?” 

You remembering frowning at him in displeasure, “Your mama named you Stack?”

Stack had smiled at you that day. That gold grill glimmering in the sunlight and practically begging you to give in. “Naw, my mama named me Elias, but everyone else ‘round here calls me Stack.” 

“Well I’m not everybody else, so I’ll call you Elias, just like God and ya mama intended.” 

From that day forward, he was Elias. Your Elias. You had allowed yourself to be sucked in more when it came to Stack’s world. You were completely and utterly entranced by him. The crazy thing was, Stack seemed to have that effect on lots of people. You would watch as women swooned at his feet, hoping for a chance to get with it. Hell, even men wanted a piece of your man. 

Which was another thing. You and Stack had never actually put a title on things. It was just kind of an unspoken agreement that he was yours and you were his. He’d always hold you close whenever you were in public, which automatically let people know that you were with him, but he had never gone as far as calling you “his lady.” 

You loved Stack. 

You really did. 

But he liked to play games. It was an annoyance to yourself and his twin brother, Smoke. You had met Smoke a month into your little situationship with Stack. With Smoke….he scared you a little. His quiet disposition was enough to throw anybody off, but the more you were able to spend time around him, the more you grew to like him. 

On the other hand, Smoke liked you too. He thought you were a smart woman with a good head on your shoulders, which is why he couldn’t understand why you were wasting your time on his brother. 

He knew that Stack didn’t have any serious plans of settling down with you, and he also knew that Stack didn’t have any plans of telling you that. His twin could often be so careless when it came to women.

Apart of you suspected that Elias wasn’t as serious about your relationship like you were. You wanted to believe that he was being faithful, but without that title and reassurance, it was all just smoke and mirrors. 

You should’ve known that something was going on. Your intuition practically screamed at you to wake up. The late nights. The phone being flipped over. Coming home late smellin’ of perfume that you knew that you didn’t wear. 

Your man had been creepin’ but you didn’t have any solid evidence to back it up. 

Well not at first….not until recently. 

It was a hot, humid day in the Mississippi Delta. You had just got off from a long day at work and you decided to surprise Elias with a home cooked meal and maybe….dessert after. Arriving at the house that he and Smoke shared, you had gotten out of your own car and walked to the porch. You saw Elias’s car parked in the yard, so you knew he was home. Plus, you were often privy to the details of his schedule. 

You used the spare key that was under the potted plant that Smoke was keeping alive. Letting yourself into the house, you were greeted with a wave of cold air from the air conditioner. You set the bags of groceries on the counter and walked through the house. 

Walking down the hallway, you passed by Smoke’s closed bedroom door. You had never seen the inside of his room, but you always imagined that it was very minimalist and sterile. Smoke was the strict twin, and you figured that he held that same rigid regimen in all other areas of his life, including his bedroom. 

You walked further down the hallway until you were standing in front of Elias’s bedroom door. You were about to knock and call out his name until you heard the sounds of his bed creaking and subtly slamming against the wall.

That sound was ingrained in your head from the numerous times when you and Elias would make love here. 

You heard the pleasured moans of a woman combined with Stack’s own groans of pleasure. 

Slowly, your hand moved to the doorknob and twisted. You opened the door and felt a rise of bile in your throat. It burned like fresh acid. The sight you were greeted with was Elias thrusting away in between the legs of a pale woman. 

You recognized her as Mary. 

The same Mary that you knew was a married woman. The same woman that Stack had told you not to worry about. 

Both of their bodies were drenched in sweat, which let you know that their copulation had been going on for a while. Mary, who’s head was thrown back in pleasure, suddenly looked towards your direction and gasped. 

“Stack.” She said, worry filling her voice. 

Stack stopped his movements and looked back and locked eyes with you. He even had the nerve to look guilty. You were the tears stinging at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Red hot anger consumed your being and for a second, you thought that you might snap. 

However, your body moved and you turned on your heel to exit the room. Walking quickly up the hallway, you grabbed your keys and made your way out the door. You heard Stack’s rushed footsteps behind you, but you were hellbent on leaving. 

You were greeted with the Mississippi sun beating down on your skin again. 

“Baby wait.” You heard Stack saying, but your footsteps never faltered. Another car pulled up in the driveway, which you knew was Smoke’s. He quickly exited his car upon seeing Stack running behind you. 

As you reached your car door, you felt Stack grasp your wrist in an attempt to stop you. You don’t remember exactly how it happened, but it all happened so quickly. One minute, you were facing your car and the next, your fist was meeting Stack’s nose.

The man let out a yelp of pain as your knuckles met the bridge of his nose. Blood quickly shot out of the orifice, and you felt pain radiate through your hand. 

You didn’t even realize that tears had began streaming down your face. You weren’t sure if it was from the cheating or punching Stack—but you were leaning heavily to the former. 

A pair of gentle hands grabbed your wounded hand and you looked into Smoke’s eyes. The other man’s eyes held a lot of sadness and empathy for you. 

Your rage overcame you again and you snatched your hand away from him. Getting into your car, you quickly reversed and maneuvered out of the yard. Before you could speed off, you gripped tightly at the necklace, which had been a gift from Stack, and roughly ripped it from around your neck. 

Letting down the passenger window, you chucked the necklace back into the yard before speeding off. You didn’t care about getting a ticket for speeding, you just needed to get far away from the Moore twins.

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In the South, your business is never really private or sacred. Oh no, word gets around faster than a preacher giving a sermon on Easter Sunday. 

Word travelled fast throughout your town about Stack’s infidelity with a married woman, nonetheless. My Lord, the older women in town clutched at their pearls upon hearing the news. 

At work, many of your coworkers gave you looks of sympathy. 

“Bless her heart. Po’girl. She know better than goin’ and gettin’ with that Moore boy. He always been trouble.”

“Girl, I heard she found him with that white girl. You know her, Carol Johnson’s daughter….that’s the one!!”

“Mmm..mmm…mm! That’s a crying shame! I heard they had to call the police cause Mary’s husband was acting up somethin’ awful. You know him and his daddy own that general sto’ down by Mill Creek. I heard them boys was clowin’ him, and they had to stop him from goin’ to beat the girl!” 

“My boy, Bobby Lee, said he saw Stack walkin’ round with his nose all bandaged. You don’t reckon Mary’s husband paid him a visit?”

“No girl! That lil’ girl in there whacked him somethin’ awful. That’s why her hands all bruised up.”

“Mmm mmm mmm…..Bless her heart.”

Despite the fact that you heard everyone whispering and muttering around you, you never said a word. You kept things going, business as usual. In fact, on the outside, it appeared like nothing had ever happened. But on the inside, you were an absolute wreck. 

When you had got home that day, you had broken down, harder than you ever have before. Sobs tore through your body and you swore that you experienced a moment of hysteria. 

You had tore through everything in your house that had Stack’s signature on it. His clothes that he left were torn up and ripped to shreds. Those gifts and teddy bears won at carnivals had met your sudden female rage. Pictures of you together were ripped apart. 

You didn’t know what had overcome you, but you found yourself throwing all of the things–his things–in a pile and setting fire to it. As you watched the fire consume the remnants of your relationship, you found one of his cigars that he liked to smoke. Cuban blend. 

Lighting the cigar with a match, you placed it to your mouth and took a drag. Bitter smoke filled your lungs and you welcomed the pain. You sat back in your lawn chair and watched it all burn. If anybody were to find you, they would absolutely believe that you had lost your mind. 

And maybe you did. 

But for now, you’d smoke this cigar and pick up the ashes later.

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Two weeks later, you waltzed your pretty self into the office like nothing that happened. It was almost scary to your coworkers how good you looked. 

You were pristine, like a carefully crafted china doll. Still everyone maneuvered around you like they were scared of you breaking. 

During your lunch break, you had decided to take a walk and go pick up lunch from Annie’s Cafe. The woman greeted you and looked you up and down.

“My..my…you sho’ll look good sugar.” Annie said. She made you do a little turn for her, “You even still got some booty back there.” 

The two of you laughed, as she packed your lunch. The doorbell jingled and the air shifted around you. You knew that it meant that Stack was here. You saw Smoke walking next to him and both men passed by you. You could tell the other patrons were waiting with held breaths to see if you would acknowledge Stack. 

As Stack passed by you, a part of him longed to reach out and talk to you. Smoke grabbed him before he could approach you and subtly shook his head. Now was definitely not the time, especially with all these eyes watching. 

You grabbed your plate from Annie and thanked her. You waltzed out the door without sparing a single glance at Stack. 

That was the part that hurt him the most. 

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It started off small, and increased in grandiose. With Stack, he never knew how to do things small.

He was sending small gifts to your office. Bouquets of your favorite flowers. Your favorite candy. Teddy bears. Next, it was jewelry. Cartier bracelets. Tennis necklaces. Expensive heels and purses. 

All which ended up right back on his and Smoke’s front porch. Even the small cards that he had wrote notes on went unopened. 

He had started calling your office, only to be met with your receptionist, “I’m sorry Mr. Moore, she can’t come to the phone now, but I can take a message.” 

Even with him popping up at your job, he was being denied entrance. He had tried his luck at calling you, only to find out that you had blocked his number and all of his social media. 

He had tried the ole method of just popping up at your house, but you always left him knocking at the door. 

You had gone complete ghost. 

Your presence had become so scarce that Stack would’ve believed that you were gone had it not been for the numerous whispers of people seeing you around town. 

He just wanted to talk to you. To make it all better. To tell you that he was sorry and that he loved you. That the sex with Mary meant nothing.

But you had cut the man out of your life. Even Smoke was refusing to help him. 

“Now why would I help you after the mess you pulled? Her breaking your nose wasn’t answer enough that she don’t wanna talk to you?” 

But still, Stack was insistent on winning you back. 

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A month later, people around town noticed a change in you. They couldn’t quite put a finger on it, bug they chalked it up to you being healed from the mess with Stack. 

You were like a brand new woman. If it was possible, it looked like you had gotten even more beautiful. Maybe you had gotten some of that hoodoo from Annie. 

Looking good was an understatement. 

You walked with a new swagger in your step. You had gotten thicker and curvier in all the areas that mattered. Skin was glowing. Word spread through the town like a wildfire.

“She been looking good girl! I’m talkin’ booty and titties been sittin’ nice. You don’t think she got them done?”

“Naw girl! That’s all homegrown right there!”

“I heard that she may be seeing a new man. Cheryl said that some mystery man been sending her flowers and lunch.”

“You don’t think it’s Stack, do you?”

“Can’t be Stack. Word is, he been still trynna get back with her.” 

“Well whoever it is, they got her glowing.” 

Stack wasn’t a fool. He knew that women tended to glow up after a breakup. However, he couldn’t help but get a little bitter upon hearing rumors of you having a new nigga. How had you moved on so fast from him? 

Sure, he messed up and he was fully owning up to it, but he wasn’t expecting another man to swoop in and steal you. He tried to get info from the neighborhood gossips, but nobody had seen sight of your new mystery beau. 

Stack started to doubt that the mystery man was real, but his suspicions were confirmed. It happened on a random Wednesday when he saw you walking into a clothing store. He followed you into the store, figuring that this was finally his chance to talk to you.

He found you browsing in the lingerie section. He saw you admiring a midnight blue lace two piece with garters. 

“That’d look real nice on your skin.” He said.

You looked over to him, blankly. You turned and continued to browse through the pieces. He opened his mouth to try to make another joke, “Stack, I don’t have time for your jokes. I’d rather you not talk to me at all.” 

He stopped and stared at you. You never called him Stack. He was always Elias to you. He swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat.

He leaned forward and caught sight of a purple bruise on your collarbone. He quickly turned you to him and examined the mark closer. He felt fury enter his chest, “It ain’t been nothin’ but a month, and you already openin’ yo’ legs for another nigga?!” 

A sharp sting crossed his cheek until his brain processed that you had slapped him. You stepped closer to him and lowered your voice, “You think you get to question who I’m spreading my legs for? You lost that right when I caught you with your dick in another woman’s snatch! You wanna play the jealous boyfriend? Miss me with that, Stack. You lost that right when you betrayed me. And I’ll make sure that I let my new man break my back in a little harder tonight, so you can get it through your head that you and I are no longer an item.”

With one last cold look, you turned and made your way to the counter—with that midnight blue set in your hand. 

Stack was left standing there, heartbroken and humiliated. 

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Stack needed to get out of town for the weekend. He had packed an overnight bag and let his brother know that he’d be gone for the weekend.

Smoke regarded him simply and told him to stay safe. On the drive away, Stack reflected. 

Really sat and reflected. On everything. 

He thought about you. How you were always there to hold him down. He thought on the tender moments shared between the two of you. He loves you. He really does. He just had a habit of sabotaging good things in his life. He was always the more impulsive one between himself and Smoke.

Even growing up, he was always the one getting in trouble. Smoke would often take a lot of the punishment meant for Stack to keep him safe. He knew how their father’s temper could get. 

He thought about the scars that littered his body from their father’s anger. He remembered the moments where you would be laying beside him, and you would take special care to kiss each and every scar. 

You’d make sure that none of them were neglected. You would whisper affirmations of love to Stack, and remind him that he was worthy of love. 

God, you were so patient with him. And how did he repay you? By cheating with the one woman that he always told you not to worry about. 

He would use this time to reflect. 

Maybe he could try again to win you back.

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A day later, Stack was traveling back to his and Smoke’s house. He had done his reflecting and he decided to cut his little weekend getaway short. 

Pulling up into the yard, he parked behind Smoke’s car. All of the lights were off in the house so he assumed that Smoke was sleeping. 

The illumination from the moon was the only source of light. 

Stack unlocked the door and dropped his bag on the floor. He pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and sipped on it. He made the journey back to his room, until he noticed that Smoke’s door was slightly open. 

Stack would’ve kept walking, but the sounds of moans and feminine gasps caught his attention. Tentatively, he crept closer to the closer, making sure to keep his footsteps lights. He peered through the door. He wasn’t able to see clearly through the door, but the moonlight assisted in seeing the outline of Smoke’s body. 

Truthfully, there was a slightly curious and perverted part of Stack that wanted to know what Smoke looked like when he was having sex. He and Smoke were mirrors of each other, so in a way, it was like he would be watching himself. 

He and Smoke often didn’t talk about their sexual exploits. Even when Smoke lost his virginity, he wouldn’t give any details to Stack. Whereas, Stack, was like a leaking faucet with sharing his story with Smoke. 

Even as they grew, Smoke wouldn’t share that information with him. Smoke rarely brought women to the house, so for him to have a woman in there now, meant that he really liked her. 

Stack had to hear second-hand accounts from women in town about what an amazing lover that Smoke was. He remembered being in the club and passing by two women. The beautiful dark skinned woman was talking to her friend, “Girl yes. I’m telling you, I know Smoke is the quiet one, but that quiet act is all a front. That man had me seeing stars. I was crying through at one point from all that pleasure and he talked me through it. I’m sure my toes was in there doing gang signs.” 

The other woman laughed loudly. 

Stack peered closer and was able to see Smoke’s head between the mystery woman’s legs. The woman had her back arched off the bed and she rolling her hips against Smoke’s mouth. Stack could see her hands clasping tightly at Smoke’s head. In return, Smoke threw his arm across her waist to hold her still. His head moved deeper in her core and her moans pitched higher. 

“Right there baby..” she moaned before she let out a high pitched squeal. Smoke continued to move his head and helped her ride her high out. 

Moving his head from her core, he moved his head up until him and the women were kissing. 

“You taste how you sweet you are.” Smoke’s voice rang out in the room. 

Smoke rose and picked the woman up in his arms. Immediately, the woman wrapped her limbs around him. Stack could see her kissing and biting at Smoke’s neck. Smoke set the dresser across the room and moved her body closer to the edge.

Stack could see Smoke start to stroke his length and heard a sharp gasp in the room. He assumed that Smoke was now entering her. The woman looped her arms around Smoke’s neck as the man began to thrust between her thighs. Loud pleasured cries filled the room along with smacking of skin against skin. 

“Harder baby,” the woman pleaded to Smoke. 

Smoke, ever the soldier, obeyed the woman’s request and placed her legs in the crook of his arms. The items on the dresser clattered loudly as Smoke delivered harsh thrusts to the woman. The woman’s moans intensified and she appeared to be matching Smoke in his movements. The woman’s nails raked roughly down Smoke’s back, which seemed to spur him on.

Smoke’s groans echoed through the room.

Stack felt his throat drying and swallowed deeply at free show that he was witnessing. 

There was something that unsettled him, the moans and cries sounded vaguely familiar to him. 

He looked back at Smoke and the mystery women, who had her forehead placed on Smoke’s. The two lovers appeared to be holding eye contact while their bodies bounced against each other. Wet squelches added to the ambiance of the room. 

Suddenly the woman spoke, “I want you to cum inside of me, Elijah.”

Stack froze.

He knew that voice. He peered at the mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman’s reflection. He pushed the door open slightly and the sliver of moonlight finally shone on the woman’s face. 

Stack felt his whole world crash down as he saw your face. Your pleasured and ruined face. 

Suddenly, you let out a long moan, which Stack was familiar with. It was that same moan that always told him that you were cumming. Smoke followed behind you and let out a long groan. He held your body closer to his, no doubt spilling his release inside of you as you had asked for. 

You moved your head to Smoke’s ear, “It’s all yours, daddy.”

You lifted your head and locked eyes directly with Stack. 

Checkmate.

Elias then rips the door open, and the sight before you makes you feel sick.

A dead man, right in front of the door’s threshold, with blood pooling from his neck’s bitten arteries.

Then you see her—

Mary.

But now, she has crimson coating her lips down to the low collar of her dress. She has countless bullet holes in her body, yet she still stands as strong as a statue. Elijah stands a few feet in front of her alongside Sammie; the twin heaves and a mixture of frustration and anger is radiating from him.

Mary snaps her head in your direction and smirks as if nothing had even happened. You notice the glowing of her eyes, making you shrink even more behind Elias—if that’s even possible.

She does a double take between you and the Moore’s before speaking. “We gon’ kill every last one of ya,” she then sprints out of Club Juke faster than a jackrabbit.

The joint is empty, save for Annie, the Chows, Pearline, and Delta Slim, who run over to the scene.

“What the hell happened?” Annie exclaims. Sammie stutters out the events that occurred, but you find yourself tuning it out.

Mary had killed a man. But not with a weapon—no knife, no gun—but with her own teeth. That glow—that agility even after being shot up more than a hunted deer in the woods.

“We?”…She said "we?” Annie mutters. The thought makes you shiver.

More of those evil souls, with glowering gazes and monster-like movements.

How many were there? Were they just as strong as Mary? Stronger, even?

Your mind was going a mile a minute, as you pondered the endless possibilities of what these people things may have in store.

As if he could read your thoughts, Elias fully turns to you and grabs your upper arms. “Nobody gon hurt’chu, I’ll make sure o’ it,” he murmurs tenderly; he’s still firm and sure.

Elias has kept you towards the back of the joint, sitting pretty on the stage while everyone clambers about. You tried to explain to him that you weren’t some little girl who needed to be guarded, but Elias wasn’t hearing a word. His overprotectiveness both made your eyes roll and your heart flutter in your chest.

After sitting there long enough to make your butt hurt, you faintly hear a voice coming from outside the joint. You see Elias and Elijah share a look, before heading to the doors. Sammie almost immediately follows, holding onto Pearline’s hand; Slim, Grace, Bo and Annie reluctantly follow along.

The doors open and you hear Elijah talking to whoever resides on the other end of the threshold. You decide that sitting down isn’t in your best interest.

You’re getting up to stretch your legs—not because you can’t fight the urge to be nosy.

That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

The closer you get to the door, the more you start to pick up on the voice of the unknown individual.

You can tell it’s a man by the riveting baritone waves of sound. For some reason, his voice resonates within you. The familiarity of his tone nestles deeply between your bones and echoes inside of your skull, all you can feel now is pure, and utter confusion.

After finally getting close enough to peer out the door through the small herd of bodies, your breath catches in your throat. Your heart begins to pound wildly, and you press a hand to your frame in hopes of taming it.

The way that his eyes dart to you makes you feel as if he had a sixth sense dedicated to you. You knew that face all too well.

You almost missed the way that the pupils of his bright blue eyes flickered from a radiant red, back to their normal black shade.

Keyword: almost.

What you didn’t miss, however, was how his shirt, suspenders, and his chain were all caked in blood.

Fuck—was he one of them?

Your thoughts are interrupted once he speaks, “Mo ghrá..” He murmurs. The group parts like the red sea, making it so that you could see him clearly. You’d be lying if you said that hearing his sweet, breathy tone didn’t make your knees weak.

“My love..”

“Remmick..” You murmur, your voice not louder than a whisper in the wind. Your gaze is set on the Irish man, and you miss the confused, yet almost pained look written on Elias’ face.

Remmick’s grin grows tenfold, “I-I knew we’d cross paths again, darlin’.” Your face feels as if it were on fire as everyone looks between both you and Remmick, as if the two of you had grown two heads.

“Chaill mé thú, mo chuisle,” he murmurs, yet it sounds so much louder amongst the silence.

“I missed you, my pulse,”

You shake your head frantically, “No—no, you—you were gone, Remmick.”

Remmick tilts his head at you slightly and furrows his brows, “An-and I missed ya every damn day, darlin’. Believe me when I say that.” He puts his hands out as if he were trying to calm a startled animal.

You lip quivers and your eyes start to burn, your vision grows blurry, but you quickly blink your tears away.

“You’re the one I came for,” he chuckles breathily. “Yeah—yeah, you, a-and...” Remmick pauses once Sammie steps beside you, “Sammie,” he drags out sinisterly, his eyes shining red yet again.

You can’t help but shift and bring yourself in front of Sammie, almost as a way to protect the younger boy.

“I sensed you—I sensed you both. I want to see my people again.” It’s like Remmick was boring into your soul as he spoke. “I’m trapped here…But your gifts can bring them to me.”

Your gaze shifts to Elias, who stands next to his brother as they both keep a hand on their respective weapons. Remmick claps his hands together, diverting your attention back to him.

He did it on purpose.

“Y’all give ‘em to me, now,” Remmick’s tone feigns innocence, “Just give me a lil’ Sammie, and my lass—we’ll let y’all live.” His pleading sounds more threatening if anything. Elias tightens his grip on his dagger and looks at you both wearily and fiercely. It’s sure as hell not because his life was just threatened, and Remmick seems to take note of this.

Remmick cocks a brow at Elias and smirks, “Oh…You ‘n her?” He trails off, pointing his finger between you and Elias. He averts his attention back to you and chortles, “You done replaced me, baby?”

You furrow your brows with a sudden wave of anger, “No–don’t give me that. You were gone for years! Y-you left me!” Your voice grows, your agitation wraps around your words and seeps into the night sky.

“Yet my undead heart still beats for you, and you only.” He speaks slowly and squints his eyes at you, almost in disbelief at your defiance. His smile quickly returns to his face, but instead of making you feel warm, and fuzzy as it once did, it makes you feel nervous, and even scared.

“Y’know what? That’s alright, darlin’. Yeah…I hope he been lovin’ you the way you needed,” he pauses and damn near giggles. “‘Cause ole’ Rem is back now, baby. ‘N once I getcha, I ain’t fixin’ to leave ya, ever again.”

“That’s enough,” Elijah grumbles, before stepping in front of you. Your chest feels tight, and you hide yourself within the back of the group as they all stand next to Elijah, before you eventually walk back to the end of the juke joint.

“They belong to us—they belong with us,” you hear Slim state firmly.

“‘N I ain’t gonna let that happen.” Elijah spit.

There’s a tremble in your step as you inch closer to the wooden platform. You can practically feel Elias’ anger radiating all the way from the barn’s opening to where you sat—a jittering mess.

Would Elias think of you differently now?

In all honesty, you know you did no wrong. I mean, did he expect you to only keep yourself company while he was off doing God knows what with dozens of women every day in Chicago for seven whole years?

It’s not like you shared a bed with Remmick; the thought had crossed your mind once or twice, but no matter what, your heart still belonged to Elias.

A part of you truly wishes that you could’ve pushed your feelings aside to allow Remmick to love you in ways nobody had. He was one of the kindest spirits you’ve ever encountered, and you had always fancied his promises of eternal love and life.

You couldn’t stray too far from Elias, despite how hard you tried, your soul wouldn’t allow it.

The commotion dies down, but the sound of heavy, quick footsteps does not—unfortunately for you. You don’t even know why you’re worried, but your heart’s restless beating doesn’t falter for a minute.

You look up at him and his face shows more than just mild irritation. You can’t tell if Elias is mad at you—for whatever reason—or at the fact that his first night back in the Delta was ruined…Maybe it’s both?

“Y’told me I was the only man you been with? What–so you was lyin’ t’me?” Elias wastes no time in interrogating you. You can see the group looking your way behind Elias, but once they meet your gaze, they disperse. Elias clears his throat once he notices your attention diverted.

You scoff, “No, ‘Lias! When I said I only been with you, I meant it!”

“So what was that? He over here callin’ you baby ‘n shit for no reason, then?” He throws his hands up in disbelief, letting them then slap the sides of his thigh.

“Okay–yes I dated him! But me ‘n him didn’t do nun, believe me when I tell ya, Elias.” You say with a sigh of irritation.

Elias’ face darkens, you can both see and sense the new-found tension pulsing. “So..He ain’t ever touch this body of yours? That’s whatcha sayin?” He inches closer to you, making you stand up on the stage to somewhat match his height.

You look down at him slightly as your faces remain close together, “I ain’t a liar,” you whisper.

And with that, Elias grabs you by your waist, hoisting you off of the stage and over his shoulder. You paw at his back as you let out a squeal, which sounds more like a screech.

Nobody seems to acknowledge the pair of you heading back to the very same room you were in earlier in the night, or at least they choose not to speak on it.

Nobody but Elijah.

He saw the grip that Elias had on you as he walked, his stride oozing both confidence and exasperation.

‘One track mind, that boy’, he thinks to himself.

As much as Elijah wanted to scold his brother for fooling around at a time like this, he thinks that maybe it’d be best if Elias got some weight lifted off of his shoulders. Maybe then he’d be more willing to come up with a plan with the group rather than going outside and trying to fight some haint and his army.

So, Elijah glares at his twin brother’s back before shifting his focus onto his gun in need of loading.

You watch as Elias kicks the door shut, before suddenly, you’re laying on your back once again. You gasp at his abruptness, but Elias doesn’t utter a word.

“Elias,” you sound as if you’re begging, but you don’t exactly know what it is that you’re begging for.

He lowers himself down, resting on one knee as he pushes your dress up, similarly to how he did a few hours prior.

“Baby,” you whisper, trying to push his head away from in-between your legs.

“This ain’t f’you, it’s f’me,” Elias finally utters. “I wanna taste what he couldn’t have.”

And with that, Elias plunges his warm, hot tongue inside of you; he doesn’t tease, which is unlike how he behaved with you earlier.

Elias’ filthy actions are unabated, and your efforts in pushing him away by his shoulders never cease.

‘This ain’t f’you, it’s f’me’

Elias’ words echo throughout your damn-near empty mind.

And he wasn’t lying, because no matter how much you cry out to him for mercy and even forgiveness, he doesn’t let up.

You’re breathless as he continues to fuck your cunt with his tongue. You beg him for a second to regain your bearings, but you know that even if he’d attempt to stop, you wouldn’t let him.

“Mmf—‘Lias, please!” You mewl. “Please—please, please! Have m-mercy!”

The way his finger swirls around your sensitive bud sends your body into what feels like shock. You don’t even notice you’re crying until you feel the hot tears trail down your puffy cheeks.

You sniffle and babble weakly, and Elias chuckles. His rhythm feels ingrained into your brain; the way his tongue flutters in and out quickly as his finger pad rolls even quicker.

The heat between your legs is ever-growing, as well as the pulsing ache that ripples throughout your core. Your back muscles arch instinctively off of the table; you think your bellybutton might just touch one of the twinkling stars in the dark night sky.

It doesn’t take long for you to start reaching your climax, you couldn’t even hold it if you tried due to Elias’ earlier endeavors.

“‘Lias please—I can’t! I—” You hiccup through your sobs, “I can’t take no more!”

You squeeze your eyes shut so tight you start to see colors circulating through the darkness. You sniffle and cry feebly as you lie helplessly on the table.

“That right?” Elias questions you, and it’s the first words that he’s spoken to you in minutes.

You nod your head up and down vigorously as you continue to cry, and then

Elias stops.

You let out a broken gasp once the warmness of Elias’ face is replaced with an icy chill that you didn’t even think you’d feel in Mississippi.

“No! Nonono—‘Lias please, m’beggin’ ya!” Another sob rips violently through your chest, which feels like it’s been caved in.

Elias peers at you, his expression unreadable, “Thought’cha couldn’t take it?” You try to speak but all Elias can make out are jumbled words and sharp inhales. Elias sits you up, and for a second, you think he’s going to walk out.

But then he sits on the edge of the table and slides you onto his lap.

More specifically: one of his thighs.

You look at him teary-eyed as another droplet trickled down your face. He notices this, and slightly sticks his glistening tongue out, licking the teardrop clean from your face. He does it with little force—such little bite compared to how he obnoxiously slurped against you minutes before. You barely felt his tongue, but his breath fanning over the side of your face made you heat right up.

Elias kisses your neck, lightly, but still present. “I ain’t givin’ you nun else,” he murmurs as he trails up to your chin.

“Why?” You whisper meekly. “What’d I do, ‘Lias? Talk t’me.” Despite your given situation, you still spoke to him with such tenderness.

If he wasn’t trying to prove a point, Elias maybe would’ve even swooned, which is so unlike him.

You make him feel like a different man entirely. You don’t throw yourself at him like the other women he’s encountered—the ones that give themself away for cheap. Despite how shy you were around him, you still held yourself with so much confidence, never arrogance.

It made Elias want to chase you.

He would’ve if he hadn’t been away.

He would’ve if there wasn’t underlying fear in his heart. Fear that you moved on with someone else, someone different than him.

Or maybe you wouldn’t even want him.

God, that’s why he can’t even begin to describe the pure rage that surged through his heart once Remmick started speaking to you.

Such familiarity in his tone and even his eyes, he spoke about you like you were his.

Elias missed so much—missed so many birthdays and life-changing moments.

But that man—Remmick, he experienced who knows how many.

Elias Moore isn’t scared of much, but he’s scared of losing you. And that’s enough to kill him.

“If y’want it, take it.” Elias ordered.

You stare at him for a beat, beady eyes flickering left and right, mouth agape, and hands finding their place on Elias’ shoulders.

You roll your hips on his thigh, and he tightens the hold he has around your back. Your head feels so fuzzy, like it was filled to the brim with the purest pearly feathers. But Elias’ very presence kept you grounded in ways you didn’t know he could.

You roll yourself against his thigh again, finding your own rhythm. Elias didn’t press; didn’t make you go faster, didn’t force you to release.

He wanted you to take what you wanted from him.

Because he’d give you everything you’d ever want and more.

He knows this, and you’re starting to learn it.

You heave through your nose as you ride him, your hands wrap around his neck, if they’re clammy, he doesn’t mention it.

With a surge of confidence flowing through your veins, you clamber into Elias’ lap, grinding down on his growing erection.

“Mmn—hah, you feel so good, ‘Lias,” you whimper, your voice picking up in pitch.

You swear you hear something from outside, but you can’t find a reason as to why you should worry about that when you’re on top of the man you love—grinding on him so filthily.

Elias groans softly, almost as if he doesn’t want you to see the effect that you have on him. “Fuck baby..Yeah that’s it.”

Your clit bumps against Elias’ zipper, and you let out a throaty moan. His hands come down to slap your ass as you continue to press down on him. You feel his toned muscles underneath his shirt as your hands glide up and down his torso.

Elias’ belt buckle feels cold against your lower stomach; it’s such a stark difference from the warm pressure that resonates within you.

Your legs are sore and twitchy and your hip muscles start to tighten, you whimper at the slowed pace you have to push through.

“I gotcha, don’t you worry,” Elias pants, before quickly rocking you back and forth on his slacks. His tip prods at your inner thigh, you notice that he’s leaked through his pants. Neither of you seem to care.

His grip on you tightens, as he starts to bounce you onto his clothed cock, then rolling your hips into a circle.

“‘M so close—please don’t stop,” you rasp as a new wave of tears streams down your cheeks.

“I know—I know, honey, let go f’me.”

Your plans to stifle your moans are out of the window now as your bottom half starts to tingle in ways you’ve never felt before.

“W-wait! ‘Lias! I-I gotta pee!” you gasp in horror. “M’sorry! ‘M’so sorry!”

Elias’ eyes light up, and he bites his bottom lip as he bucks his hips up into you. “C’mon, sugar. ‘S’all right, gimme whatcha never gave him.” He smiles at you genuinely. Only Elias could grin at you so sweetly while thrusting through your’s and his clothing.

You pat at his chest desperately, “No! ‘Lias please! Y’aint listenin’!” You weep.

“Nah—‘M listenin’ baby, ‘n it sounds like this pussy’s ready to cum.”

Your jaw drops as you slam yourself against Elias’ cock, riding your high as your voice gives out. Your ears ring, and you can barely even hear your own cries.

“F—uck!” The yell rips from your throat.

Elias just watches you in awe, no doubt cumming in his pants at the sight of you.

His lap is soaked and his laughter makes you pinch your eyes open. Speaking of: your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you look at the mess you’ve made.

“Oh God—‘Lias ‘m sorry. I tried to hold it, I swear!” You frown at him, but Elias is beaming, his rosy cheeks are nearly touching his bottom lashes.

“Wh-what? Why’re ya smilin’? Elias I just-“

“Y’just squirted on me, sugar,” Elias marvels.

You pause, cocking your head to the side and furrowing your brows, like you’re trying to decipher his words.

“I-I ain’t ever done that before…Is it good?” You ask softly.

“Best thing I’ve ever seen in m’life,” Elias says through cheerful laughter.

You readjust your dress and roll your foot in your heels, making sure they’re snug. Just in case you need to run from something

“What’d we miss?” Elias boasts, receiving a sharp glare from Annie.

“Well, if you two weren’t foolin’ ‘round, you’d already know that we’re up against vampires.” Annie scolds the both of you; you can see Elias’ poorly-hidden smirk in the corner of your eye, making you bite down a grin. It quickly leaves your face once you notice Bo’s absence.

“They gotta be killed one by one.”

Delta Slim pipes up, “‘N how the hell we do that?”

“Sunlight—a wooden stake to the heart.”

“Why tonight?” Elijah asks angrily.

Sammie takes a step forward, “‘Cause of me.” You frown at him, but before you’re able to speak, he continues. “My daddy told me—he said the devil was comin’ on account of my music.”

“Now, Sammie, that is not true—“ you say with conviction.

“I had a gal once—vampire. She was light skinneded, too.” Slim smiles as you look at the twins in confusion. “Gal bit me everywhere but my neck,” he chuckles.

Then, his smile fades and is replaced with something far more serious. “Sammie…You don’t worry about a thing, hear?”

Sammie’s posture shows his guilt and his fear taking a hold of him. Slim holds his gaze as he speaks, “Devil done came for me plenty of times. If he come knockin’ tonight…He gonna have to go through his old friend Delta Slim ‘fore he get to you. That go for everybody in here—you too.” He says as he turns to you. You smile sweetly at him despite the shake in your knees.

Unfortunately, it’s not from your intimacy with Elias.

Everyone looks at one another, solidifying Slim’s words of protection.

You keep your place next to Elias as everyone disperses. “‘Lias..” You whisper. He turns to you as you speak. “W-what if they get me—what if he gets me? I-I don’t wanna turn—“ Your voice rises as panic takes over your features.

His warm hand goes up to cup your face, stretching from your ear to the side of your neck. “Lemme tell y’sum, sugar,” he murmurs. “Nobody is takin’ ya away from me. Not him, not anybody—ever. Understand?”

You inhale deeply as you nod your head up and down timidly. His thumb presses to the side of your eye, wiping the tear that you didn’t even know had fallen.

Looking into his eyes feels as if you’re in a trance, and you think back to the electrifying moment you had when you were dancing on stage for him.

A scream rips through the building and interrupts your thoughts. “Sammie! Smoke! Stack!” The voice—who you figure out is Pearline—yells.

Everyone gathers to where Pearline stands, and there lies a man pooled in his own blood.

“Well, this had to have been Mary, right?” Grace asks apprehensively.

“Nah. She ran straight out. You saw them.” Sammie says breathlessly.

“Well who bit him then?” You and Grace ask simultaneously.

Elias turns to his brother, “We gotta get him out before he wakes up.”

The twins quickly drag the man to the door, heaving him through the dirt and gravel. You peer out from inside the joint with Sammie, almost as if you both were on look-out.

“C’mon.” Elijah beckons Elias as he starts to head inside, but he stays still.

Elias holds his hand out, motioning for Elijah to stop. “You don’t hear that?” You can’t see his front, but you know for certain that he’s scrunching his face up. You look at Sammie as you both listen to the sounds intertwined with the wind.

That’s when you hear it

Hear him.

“Leave where I was born,” you faintly hear Remmick singing.

“They playin’ music,” Sammie mutters.

“I cut a stout blackthorn.” Thunder rumbles and shines in the sky as he sings.

It leaves a bad feeling in your chest.

For to banish

Ghosts and goblins

You see a circle being formed, full of those vampires, but Remmick’s eyes are clearest as he stands in the middle of the forming ring.

A brand-new pair of brogues

To rattle over the bogs

His song seeps deep within your bones—words flowing through your rib-cage.

And frighten all the dogs

“Hey—hey.” Elijah taps Elias on his chest as he alerts him with a lowered tone. “Let’s get back inside.”

On the rocky road

To Dublin

‘C’mon.” Elijah ushers his brother inside.

One, two, three, four, five

Sammie side-steps Elijah as you reach out for Elias.

And with that: the door is slammed shut, the man is left outside, and Remmick begins to plague your mind.

Everyone looks around at one another without speaking.

“We all gonna eat this clove of garlic,” Annie says with persistence.

“No can do,” Elias shakes his head as he speaks.

“‘N why the hell not?” Annie nearly snarls at the brown-eyed man and his careless attitude.

Elias smirks, “Y’see now..Garlic don’t mix well w’pussy, aint that right Smo—“

You smack his chest with force, “Elias Samuel Moore!” You exclaim. Slim chokes out a laugh, and Grace turns her head, no doubt hiding a smile.

Annie sighs frustratedly, and Elijah doesn’t speak a word. His eyes just flicker between the group; you think he’s in his soldier-mode.

“..I don’t much like the taste of it,” Pearline peeps, glancing around wearily.

Annie snaps her head in Pearline’s direction, “Ain’t nobody saying y’all gotta like it.” She scoffs as she chews on the garlic clove, handing the jar over to Elijah. “We just gotta figure out if any of us left is one of them.”

Elijah passes the jar to Grace, who quickly grabs the garlic. “You ain’t get nun of the pickled ones?” She quirks a brow, voice somewhat muffled from the mouthful of garlic. Elias snorts beside you, and you nudge his arm in return.

Grace carefully hands the half-filled jar to you. You stick your thumb and index finger into the jar, plucking a clove out and handing the rest to Elias.

You grimace at the taste that floods your mouth, and now you do wish that Annie got the pickled ones. You turn your head to Elias, who almost looks apprehensive about eating one, but as soon as he meets your eyes, he flicks it into his mouth.

You blink at him before sticking your tongue out, showing him that you’re finished. It takes him a second to do the same; handing the jar to Pearline while still facing you.

“This is ridiculous,” Pearline blurts with annoyance. And without missing a beat, Elijah pulls his gun out and aims it directly at the girl’s head. You gasp, and Elias holds your arm, keeping you from doing anything you’ll regret. “Pearline.” You plead.

“Smoke—put the gun down,” Sammie nearly squeaks.

“Shut up.” Elias demands without even looking at his cousin. “Eat, or I’ll shoot.”

“Put the gun down Smoke, she ain’t no damn vampire,” Sammie contends.

“How the hell you know that?” Elijah deadpans.

“Just eat the damn garlic girl,” Grace warned.

You know Elias isn’t going to try and stop his brother, after all, Elijah’s just trying to protect his family in the best way he knows how. You admire it, but it also scares you knowing he’s damn-near just as reckless as Elias.

Elijah turns the safety off on his gun with a click, making Sammie panic, and everyone else observes in disbelief. Sammie butts in again, and his interruption unfortunately gets him hit in the nose with the butt of Elijah’s gun. He holds his nose in pain, and you cast a sympathetic glance in his direction, though he isn’t able to see it.

Elijah looks at Sammie for the first time, “Tryin’ to keep ya alive boy, you ain’t t’question me.” His southern drawl makes it all the more menacing as Sammie groans beside him.

You wait with baited breath, hoping that Pearline will just listen and pick from the jar in Elias’ hand.

“You a evil man,” She shakes her head and huffs. Pearline grabs the glass and pulls a piece out, almost sizing up Elijah. “No wonder the devil come f’us.” She chews reluctantly before giving the garlic to Slim.

He eats the clove and a tense wave of silence washes over the room. Suddenly, Slim covers his mouth and backs up coughing. Elijah points the gun in Slim’s direction as Annie inches behind him, and you’re no different with Elias as you grip Grace’s wrist.

“Slim—what’s goin’ on man,” Elijah says with simple directness.

Slim’s throat rumbles as he starts to thrash around, groaning and mumbling unintelligiblely.

“What’s goin’ on, Slim?” Elijah asks again, his voice raising into a yell as he now wields a thick wooden dagger. Slim pounds on his chest wildly and you continue to cower alongside Grace.

Slim’s head is down as he puts his arms out in a pleading manner, “I drank too much,” he grumbles. “That goddamn beer from Chicago—my nerves all fucked up, Smoke,” Slim rasps, gesturing to his face.

“Oh—fuck,” you sigh with relief, letting go of Grace; she still has concern written all over her face.

Everyone calms their racing hearts once Slim straightens up. “I’m fine,” he reassures. “See?” He holds his arms out almost triumphantly.

“You sure that was blood?” Annie asks Elijah, and you look at him, waiting for some sort of answer as to what Annie’s implying.

The group watches Elijah go over to the near-forgotten puddle of blood and gather it on his fingertips. He sniffs it, and you can’t help but recoil—and Elias can’t help but snicker it seems. Everyone waits for Elijah to speak, but he doesn’t. No surprise there, though But he does grab a seemingly empty beer bottle from under a table.

You hear the door rattle, and you quickly turn your body towards the noise. Elias walks in front of you just as quickly.

There’s banging on the door as someone shouts, “Hey—hey, Smoke, let me in, man.” Elijah looks up from his crouched position. “Smoke? Stack? Let me in!”

His muffled voice grows more desperate, as well as his knocking. “Smoke, I swear I paid my tab, man.” He pants. “That’s what this about?”

The knocking grows more frantic by the second, and you’re almost worried that the door’s hinges may falter.

“Stack! Hey, Stack! Whatever y’all need, man!” The man pleads. “Smoke! Some weird shit goin’ on our here, Smoke!” He begs helplessly.

The twins share a quick glance before inching towards the door. “Smoke, let me in! Smoke, let me in!” He hollers as he bangs on the door ferociously.

Elijah rips the door open, gun in hand, with Elias standing beside him with his dagger. Soon as the door opens though, the man is tackled to the ground.

He was tackled by Cornbread.

“What the—oh shit,” Smoke exclaims from his spot in the doorway as he now aims at the rustling heap on the ground.

“Get off me!” The man screams as Cornbread rips the skin from the side of his face clean off.

“Close the door, c’mon!” Annie yells over the loud squelching noise. But before everyone can clamber behind the door, Grace rushes to the frame.

“Wait!” She pants. “Bo.”

That’s when you see none other than Bo Chow, strolling up to the joint as if a man wasn’t being murdered a few feet away from him.

“Hey, baby,” he greets Grace, not even sparing a glance to anyone else. “Come on outside, I got the car started. Let’s go—c’mon.” He nods his head towards the parked car.

You place your hand on Grace’s upper arm as she examines Cornbread on top of the flailing man, your touch serving as an anchor for her.

“What is it, Grace?” Bo tilts his head at her, gathering her attention once more.

Her voice breaks as she speaks, “He’s killin’ him.” And that’s when Bo finally acknowledges the horrific scene in front of him.

“Oh, ya talkin’ ‘bout that?” He’s almost smirking at her. “Don’t worry ‘bout Cornbread—he’s just a lil hungry, ‘s all. Let’s go.” Cornbread growls before standing up.

Grace gasps as Bo presses her, “C’mon!” Cornbread snarls next to him. “C’mon ‘n go! I got the car all warmed up.” He grins and puts his hands on his hips before sighing once he notices Grace’s hesitation.

“Don’t do it, Grace,” you whisper to her, hoping to refrain her from going with him.

Bo strolls up to the door, “Or…” He puts his hand on the other side of the frame. “You let me back in there, and I’ll come in—we can grab our things..” He pauses.

You then notice his irises changing to a sinister silver color.

It wasn’t human.

“Don’t listen to him,” both you and Annie say firmly.

“Grace, we’re gonna find a way out of this, I promise.” Elijah declares, not lowering his gun from Bo’s chest for even a second.

“It’ll be okay,” Elias reassures her.

“I am your way out.” You flinch once you hear Remmick’s voice.

He walks up next to Bo as Elijah tightens the grip he has on his gun. “This world already left you for dead. Won’t let ya build. Won’t let ya fellowship.” He gestures with his hands.

“We will do just that,” he softens his voice—like he’s bargaining. “Together. Forever.” He tilts his head, feigning innocence.

Bo speaks up, “It’s better this way, baby. So why don’t ya go ahead—invite us in.” His smile is long-gone.

Remmick steps forward, “Y’should listen to ‘em, Grace. Or listen t’me. ‘Cause I know everything he knows now. And I want ya to let us in there.” His eyes shine red yet again, and a shiver crawls up your spine like a spider’s legs.

“Or we gon’ go to the grocery store—we gon’ pay little Lisa a visit.”

Grace yells as both you and Annie hold her back; she sobs as everyone holds her frantically. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Oh, yeah, Grace. I know everything now.” He smirks at her, beginning to speak Taishanese.

You have no idea what he’s saying, but you know for certain it’s nothing good with the way Grace crumbles in your arms and Remmick’s voice is now sweetly saccharine.

Then, you hear footsteps coming from the right, and you see Mary’s heels before you see her.

“You ain’t safe here. No matter how many guns, or how much money…They gon’ take it from ya when they want.” Remmick’s teeth are on display as he speaks.

“Ya built sum here tonight ‘n it was beautiful. But it was built…On a lie.” This catches both Elijah and Elias’ attention.

“Hogwood, well he’s the Grand Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan. That’s his motherfuckin’ nephew.” He points to a man who has his arms around a woman, both covered in dried up blood. Speaking of blood: you feel yours run cold once you hear Remmick’s declaration.

You should’ve known it was too good to be true. Of course the twins were well known in the Delta, but being able to get a place like this so soon? You’re not surprised it came with a price.

If only Elias had told you sooner.

“‘N they was always gon’ kill you. I just happened to show up at the right place at the right time.”

Mary comes up from behind Remmick, standing next to him and gazing at Elias. “He’s tellin’ the truth, Stack. I can see his memories.”

Elias’ shoulders tense up as soon as she speaks to him, and you’re no different.

“Stack, that ain’t Mary.” Slim says wearily.

“This wasn’t no juke joint,” Mary smiles cockily, “No club. This here’s a…Slaughterhouse.”

“It’s a goddamn killin’ floor.” The white man from before says.

The woman in his arm finally speaks, “But what Uncle Hogwood don’t know is we’re gonna start ourselves a new clan—based on love.” She laughs, putting her hands in the air.

“Now that we got numbers, we’ll probably go over to that bigot ‘n rectify him, too.” Remmick sighs blissfully.

“Why can’t y’all just leave,” Annie begs.

“‘Cause we’re not leavin’ without y’all. We’re family—even you, sugar.” Mary chirps, turning her head towards you. Elias’ jaw tightens. “I know it sound crazy, but after we kill y’all..We gon’ have heaven right here on Earth.” The gaggle of vampires behind her let out hums of agreement.

The man that Cornbread killed groans from his position on the ground. Remmick chuckles and waves to him.

Mary steps forward, her sights set on Elias. “Hey—hey, look at me,” she smiles.

“The Mary I know ain’t fellowshipping with no goddamn devil,” you squint at her; as much as you didn’t like Mary, you weren’t dumb.

“Fuck you, it is me!” Mary barks. “‘N I’m talkin’ to Stack right now, sugar…So I’mma kindly ask you to shut the fuck up.”

As soon as the words leave her stained lips, you reach for the dagger in the holster under your dress.

“No—no.” Elias grabs you, tucking you into his chest and holding your arms close to you.

“We was never gonna be free. We been runnin’ around everywhere, lookin’ for freedom. You know damn well you was never gonna find it.” Mary chides.

“Until this—this is the way. Together. Forever.” Mary leers at Elias. “I ain’t doin’ this without ya. There is no me without ya.”

You freeze, hearing Mary’s declaration of love for Elias. She spoke to him like you weren’t even there.

And what makes matters worse?

Elias’ response determines everyone’s fate.

If he goes, there’s a chance they may leave you all alone, and you know for a fact: Elias is the type to sacrifice himself for his family.

That alone terrifies you.

Elijah and Annie close the door, you turn around in hopes of consoling Elias, but before you can get a word out, he brings you into his arms.

“Nobody’s takin’ ya away f’me, ‘n nobody’s takin’ me from ya.”

You just pray that he keeps his word.

He sat sprawled, legs wide in tailored black slacks, silk shirt unbuttoned to mid-chest so his heavy gold chains caught every flash of light. His eyes never left the main floor.

You were posted at the bar rail directly below the mezzanine overhang, a perfect sight line for him, coincidentally. He could see your gold lamé mini dress, a pretty number he bought last week, shimmering under the pink and red lights, so short every time you shifted your weight the hem rode up another dangerous inch, your fresh box braids swinging loose, gold hoops glinting, lips painted a glossy Valentine’s red that matched the roses everywhere.

You’d been working the bar for the better part of an hour, turning the Juke into your own personal stage. It's Valentine's day, love is in the air, and you still don't officially have a man to celebrate with. You've been with Stack for a little over a year now, and you're tired of being unclaimed. You want people to see you and think Ain't that Stack's girl? So, you have a plan. You're going to make Stack claim you, no matter what it takes. The nice men here in this lovely establishment should be the perfect pawns to help you.

Unfortunately, most of the guys who've come up to you so far haven't been good enough. They're small fish, minor street runners that'll be the first to go should the spot get blown up. Nothing Stack would take too serious.

That is, until a tall, light skin nigga with dreads came up to you, his gold teeth flashing as he grinned. You recognised him as one of Smoke's, actually, from before he retired to be with Annie, handing everything on over to stack. The light skin—V, he tells you—leaned in to order you a flute of the pink champagne the bartender was pouring for every woman who looked single. His hand brushed your lower back to "keep you steady, girl. You look real uneven on them heels” while the bottle was being opened. You laughed, head tilted back, hand resting on his forearm for a beat longer than necessary, then let him pour for you, clinking glasses while you leaned closer so he could smell your Opium perfume.

Then the shorter one joined. He was new around here. Not a baller at all, in any way. He had just bought a gym a couple of blocks over, in fact. He had Cuban link hanging heavy on his neck, Rolex catching every strobe flash. He bought the bottle outright, poured you another, whispered something in your ear that made you smirk and playfully tug his chain. You swayed between them to the beat of “Let’s Get It On,” hips rolling slow, back arched just enough to make the lamé dress ride higher. Let the tall one’s fingers graze your waist again when he “helped” you turn, and laughed louder than the music required.

Every move was for the mezzanine booth above. You knew Stack was watching. You felt the weight of his stare like a hand on your throat.

The shorter one moves closer to you, suddenly, his hands settling low on your waist. You felt it before you fully processed it: his breath brushing your cheek, his head tilting, his eyes dropping to your lips. Oh, boy, he really thought he had you. He leaned in, slow but certain, like you were a sure thing. Like the man who owns you, the most dangerous man in town, wasn't watching his every move.

You jerk your head back just enough to dodge him, a sharp turn of your chin, a quick laugh to play it off, your braids swaying with the movement. You want to be claimed, not taking care of in a back alley somewhere. But the attempt was unmistakable, and Stack has already seen.

Security moves instantly at Stack's behest, bee-lining straight toward you. Suddenly, two guards flank your sides, polite but firm, only a little threatening. “Mr. Stack would like you upstairs,” the darker one says, in a tone that implies you can't argue.

The pawns blink, confused. The short one reaches out, fully intending to follow you, while V disappears into the background, well aware of who Stack was and what he could do.

Security leads you away from them with ease, completely disregarding the short guy's displeasure with you leaving. They walk you up the stairs to Stack's booth like you were a prisoner headed to the chair, a pretty little lamb headed to the slaughterhouse. You swallow, suddenly unsure about your plan, as the eyes and whispers of club goers follow you.

When you reach the booth, Stack doesn't greet you. Instead, he clears it. “Out,” he says, voice commanding as he casts a glance around the booth. The people scatter.

The men lounging on the sides didn’t hesitate. One stood so fast he knocked over his champagne. Another muttered an apology and practically jogged toward the stairs. Even the bottle girl in sequins scooped up her bottles and disappeared without making eye contact, closing the heavy curtains behind her.

In less than fifteen seconds, the booth was empty. It was just you and Stack left. You wondered what he had in store for you. Stack didn’t touch you, didn't speak to you, he didn't even look directly at you. Instead, he stared at your reflection in the mirrored wall behind you. His arms were folded, chest rising slow as his nostrils flared. He was mad as hell at you. You hated how the sight made you feel—like a misbehaving pet.

“You done?” he says, finally, voice low and mean. “You get it out your system?”

You lift your chin, defying. You're not stepping back until you get what you want. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

He scoffs. “Lie again."

He stands slowly, deliberate and unhurried. His presence fills every inch of the mirrored space, overwhelming you. “You been makin’ a fool outta me all night,” he says as he approaches. “Smilin’ in niggas’ faces. Letting ‘em touch you. Playin’ cute for whoever lookin’.”

You swallow but don't back away. “That's not what I was—”

“Shut up.” It's an order. He's never spoken to you this way. Perhaps you've pushed him too far.

You blinked, breath catching. “Don’t talk to me like—”

“Look.” He cuts you off again, not giving much of a fuck about whatever it is you have to say, gripping your waist and turning you toward the mirror. Your reflection stared back at you: flushed cheeks, parted lips, dress glittering, body thrumming with adrenaline. Stack stands behind you, close enough that his breath warmed your shoulder, his gold chains catching flashes of neon.

“That’s what the whole club saw,” he murmurs. “You actin’ up, actin’ available.”

You try to steady your breathing. “I wasn’t—”

His hand slides from your waist to your chin, lifting it sharply. “Tell me you ain’t do that shit on purpose.”

Your lips part, ready to answer. You meet his eyes in the mirror. “Maybe I did.”

Stack breathes out one harsh laugh, disbelief, irritation and desire all tangled up in it. “You just love workin’ a nigga’s nerves, huh?” he hisses against your ear. “Flirtin’ with them broke-ass niggas right where I can see. Lettin’ ‘em touch you. Actin’ like I ain’t been watchin’ every second.”

Your body betrays you, chest rising fast and incessant as your cunt drips at the tone of his voice. “Maybe if you claimed what’s yours,” you shoot back, tone haughty, “I wouldn’t have to put on a show.”

He drags his thumb across your bottom lip. “That what this was?” he asks darkly. “You tryna force my hand?”

You smirk at him in the mirror. “Worked, didn’t it?”

He grips your jaw harder, the hold bordering on painful. “Careful,” he says , voice dropping to a threat. “You gon’ make me do somethin’ you ain’t ready for.”

“Try me.”

He tilts your chin up more, thumb pressing harder against your lip, parting it just enough to slip inside. You don’t fight it. Your tongue meets the pad of his finger instinctively, slow curl, tasting salt and smoke and the faint sweetness of the Rémy still on his skin.

Stack’s eyes darken in the mirror. “You really think you runnin’ this shit?” he growls, voice low and vicious, laced with that edge that makes your stomach twist. “You think you can tease me all night, let other niggas put they filthy hands on what’s mine, then strut up here and talk back like you got some kinda say?”

He yanks his thumb free with a rough tug, dragging the slick digit down the center of your throat, pressing hard enough to make you swallow against it. Like he was testing how far he could go. Your pulse hammers under his grip, fear and want mixing together into something filthy.

“Answer me, little girl.”

You lick your lips, tasting him still. “I think… you like being tested, putting me in my place.”

His responding laugh is short, cruel with no warmth in it. He spins you around fast, your back slamming against the mirrored wall with enough force to knock the breath out of you, the cold glass biting into your shoulder blades. It’s a miracle it doesn’t break. Your palms flatten against the wall, acrylic nails scraping for purchase.

Stack cages you in, one thick forearm braced above your head like a bar, the other sliding down to grip the meat of your thigh. He yanks your leg up roughly, hooking it around his hip so your dress gets rucked up all the way to your waist, exposing your bare, dripping core. Stack feels it immediately, his fingers brushing against warm, slick skin. He freezes, eyes narrowing.

“No fuckin’ panties?” he snarls, voice drowning with disgust and hunger. “You walked in here like that? Bare-ass pussy out for anybody to see? You that much of a desperate little slut tonight? Tryna get filled by some random nigga downstairs?”

You whimper, shaking your head. “No—Daddy, it was for you—”

“Shut the fuck up.” He slaps your inner thigh, a sharp string that makes you gasp. “Don’t lie to me. You been drippin’ all night, ain’t you? Wet and ready like a whore beggin’ for it.”

His hand cups you possessively, palm grinding against your clit while two fingers go in deep, no warning. You arch, a choked moan tumbling out of your throat. “Look at that,” he mocks, pumping hard, fingers curling viciously. “Soakin’ my hand already. This pussy knows who it belongs to, even if you actin’ like you don’t.”

He adds a third finger, stretching you wide, ignoring your whine of too much, Daddy, please. “You mine. Every fuckin’ inch. From yo' toes to them braids I paid for to yo' fucking womb. And you gon’ learn that tonight. I'ma put my name on that shit proper.”

He drops to one knee without ceremony, yanking your leg over his shoulder. He looks up at you, eyes black and merciless, before he buries his face between your thighs. He licks a long, punishing stripe up your center, tongue flat and brutal. Then he sucks your clit into his mouth hard, teeth grazing just enough to make you yelp. He growls against you, the vibration a warning. His fingers move faster, reaching deeper into you, hitting that spot that makes your breath stutter. His free hand grips your ass, spreading you even wider for him.

“You gon’ come on my tongue,” he rasps between licks, pulling back just enough to spit on your clit before diving back in. “Right here, where the whole club can see you fall apart for your Daddy. Show ‘em who owns this wet little cunt.”

You were loud, moans ringing out through the booth, but Stack didn’t care. If anything, he wanted you to be louder, for every nigga in the club to hear how pretty you were sounding for him, how good he made you feel. He keeps devouring you, tongue relentless and incessant, until your thighs shake, hips backing up against his face.

Your orgasm rips through you, your cunt clenching around nothing so hard it’s almost painful. You grip at Stack’s hair, pulling at the ends, grinding down on his face as each wave crashes over you. He doesn’t stop. He licks you through it until you’re sobbing and overly sensitive, begging him to let up. Only then does he stand, letting your leg fall gently back on to the floor as he rises up, wiping his mouth with back of his hand. His lips were glossy, the lower half of his face completely covered in your cum.

“Pathetic,” he spits out, gripping your jaw hard, forcing you to make eye contact with him “Cummin’ that fast? You that starved for your Daddy’s attention?”

Embarrassed by how easy you were for him, by how quickly your plan had turned on you, you elect not to answer. Instead, you stand there, panting, legs feeling like jello, as Stack watches you. When he gets fed up of waiting for an answer, he spins you back toward the mirror. “Hands on the glass,” he orders, voice like gravel. “Ass out.”

You obey, palms flat, arching your back instinctively. He shoves your dress up, kicks you feed wider apart. You hear the clink of his belt, the rush of his zipper, before suddenly feeling the blunt head of his tip resting at your entrance. He teases you first, rubbing himself through your slick folds, making sure to hit your clit with every drag. “Beg for it,” he tells you.

Your pride, your confidence in your plan, has long since evaporated. You should’ve known better to fuck with Stack like that. Shaking, you do as you were told. “Please fuck me, Daddy. I need it, need you.”

He pushes in slow, the pace so torturous it almost feels like he’s mocking you, stopping when he has a little over and inch inside of you. “Again. Louder. Tell me who this dick belongs to. Let the whole Juke hear you.”

“Please, Daddy, please fuck your pussy,” you nearly scream, clenching around his unmoving length, “it’s yours—only yours, please!” He slams home in one vicious thrust, the sudden weight of him making you cry out, palms smacking. the mirror.

He establishes a rhythm quickly, fucking you hard with deep, punishing strokes that shove you forward until your tits press against the cold glass. “Look atch yourself,” he snarls in your ear, one hand wrapping around your throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make your vision spot. “Look how fuckin’ wrecked you are. Dress hiked up like a whore, takin’ Daddy’s cock in front of the whole damn club.”

You do, eyes going wide at the sight. Your lips are swollen, your mascara’s running, and your braids are a wild tumble on your head. Your gold hoops swing with every brutal snap of Stack’s hips, his chains glinting in the neon club lights, hair mussed from you grabbing at it, his jaw clenched like he was pissed off. “Who pussy is this?” he demands, angling deeper, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Yours, Daddy, all yours!” You choke out, throat raw from screaming.

He reaches around your body, deft fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast and rough. “That’s right,” he groans. “Mine to fuck. Mine to fill. Gon’ breed this tight little cunt tonight. Pump you full of my cum so you remember who you belong to. Walk outta here drippin’ me, marked inside an’ out.”

The words light you up, body shuddering with pure pleasure at the thought. “You want that?” Stack growls, his thrusts turning erratic, sloppy. “Want Daddy to knock you up? Claim you for good?”

“Yes, yes! Please breed me, Daddy. Want everyone t’ know I’m yours!”

He groans, low and guttural, as his talented fingers dance around your clit. “Cum on this dick,” he commands. “Milk me dry. Show Daddy how bad you need his seed.”

You do as you’re told, cumming hard around Stack’s length, legs shaking as a wail tears its way through your throat, your walls clenching around him like a vice. He follows suit, slamming deep inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix, as he floods you, your name leaving his lips like a curse. “Take every fuckin’ drop, baby. And say thank you like a good girl, now.”

You barely manage a trembling, “Th-thank you, Daddy,” voice wrecked.

He chuckles, dark and content, still twitching inside you. “Good job. Always so good for me after I fuck you stupid, honey.” He says, staying buried inside you a moment longe, letting you feel every lazy pulse, every last drop he just pumped into you. He pulls out eventually, easing his back slow and deliberate, the wet drag of him making you whimper. You could already feel the thick warmth of his cum starting to spill.

He watches it happen with a mean, awed sense of satisfaction, eyes flicking to your face in the mirror, then back to down where his cum oozes out of your swollen in pussy in slow, heavy gushes. White trails slide down the inside of your thighs, glistening under the pink and red strobe lights, some of it already dripping on the floor of the booth.

“Next time you go off flirting with other niggas,” Stack begins, his voice a warning as he catches your eyes in the mirror, “I’ll fuck you up.”

You give him a shaky, cum-drunk smirk. “Promise, Daddy?”

Stack tuts, ignoring you. He calls for the guards posted outside of the booth to come in. “Get her cleaned up,” he tells them, “But bring her right back. We still celebratin’.”