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Peaches

Synopsis: Stack absolutely hates when you post on social media.

Warnings: Heavy Smut, degrading, overstimulation, Stack is insatiable, pregnant sex, cursing, use of N word, overstimulation, squirting, Stack talks you through it.

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Part 2

MINORS DNI

You were the perfect picture of innocence. A rare beauty that stopped anyone dead in their tracks, with a smile so warm they could practically melt. A southern belle with an accent thick enough to make anyone swoon. You had always been the center of attention and yet remained humble enough to ignore it.

You also ignored all the boys that tried to tie you down, not interested in the cookie cutter, goodie two shoes that were convinced they’d be perfect for you.

Your mother begged you to settle down with a good man like Johnny, who goes to church every Sunday, or Thomas, who was the pastors son. But you didn’t care for them, they bored you out of your mind. Too soft to handle you like how you truly wanted.

You were convinced that Mississippi didn’t have the version of the man you craved and that at some point you’d have to settle for one those men your mom kept trying to put you on to.

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Sanctified Heat

Summary: When the preacher’s wife starts protesting outside The Blackline, Stack Moore mocks her from the shadows—until her holy fire turns to something hotter. Plain and pious, Sister Marigold Baptiste hides a body made for sin, and Stack makes it his mission to break her righteousness down to the bone. Their hate burns into obsession, and soon she’s sneaking out in her Sunday whites to be devoured in the dark. He fucks the holy out of her and sends her home to her husband full of his cum, knowing she can’t bear children—but she can carry the weight of his sin.

Warnings: HARDCORE SMUT & ANGST (degration, dirty talk, BDSM, rough sex, deep throating, oral fixation, edging, cream pie, cheating, enemies to lovers)

Part Six

I was holy once. But holiness never touched me the way he did…

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i'm so tender on you - stack m. x fem!reader

summary: the smokestack twins left mississippi for bigger and better things, they were big fishes in a small pond, but that doesn't negate the sting you felt when stack, your boyfriend, left town without a uttering a word about it to you. not even call nor a letter to let you know he was safe in the big city of chicago. rumors on the streets about the twins return bubbled over - they were hosting a cookout and the whole neighborhood was invited - including you.

word count: 8k

warnings: smut, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, slight mentions of cheating, slight toxic dynamics, slight mentions of drugs, set in the 90s, light mary slander (lmaoo)

author's note: ahahaa i had a lot of fun writing this ya'll omg, this one is pretty long i just couldn't help myself!! thanks for reading ya'll much appreciated <3

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The faint sounds of Saturday morning cartoons muffled within the background of your room; it was hot today - unbearably so, and it killed you that the AC in your bedroom was busted. Your grandpa said he'd get it fix, urging you not to waste your money on a new one. One thing about your grandad - he was a staunch penny pincher - always claiming he could fix something. Stating that your generation couldn't keep money in their pockets if their life depended on it. Always splurging on unnecessary 'foolishness'. But it seemed like every time he would tinker with your AC the worse it got.

You were gonna go out and buy one today, preparing for a long winded lecture - but you'd rather hear his complaints than sitting in a hot ass house. Your niece, who was only eight years old, sat on the floor at the foot of your bed. Her brown eyes watched the cartoon in front of her intensely, Tom and Jerry was her favorite - and the only cartoon you'd tolerate watching with her. You just got done doing her hair, the twist were held in place with pink Bobos with white and pink butterfly barrettes at end of the twist.

You were glad to be done with her hair - the girl was tender headed and it felt like you were entering a boxing match every time you attempted to comb and brush through her thick tresses. You hunched over on the bed, painting your toe nails with your favorite red nail polish from your local beauty supply and your head rested on the phone that was between your shoulder and ear - listening to your best friend, Pearline, on the other side of the phone.

She wanted you to go to a kickback with her; she was messing with Sammie aka Preacher Boy who lived around the block from you. She would gush about him saying that he was the sweetest man she'd ever been with - not to mention he had the best head - telling you stories about how good he would eat her out. You would spit out a: "Girl!" every time she would share a little too much, but you were happy for her - maybe a tad bit jealous too.

You didn't want Sammie - he was like a little brother to you; it was his older cousin that made your heart race. You and Stack had a thing in the past, the relationship was heavy, intense, and passionate. You genuinely thought that he could be the one, but out of the blue he left Mississippi - with his twin brother in tow - without uttering a word about it to you. And to makes matters worse the week that he up and ghosted you found out he was fucking another girl on the side.

#sinners fanfiction #black reader #stack moore x reader #stack x reader #stack smut #stack x black reader #stack x reader smut #stack moore smut #stack x oc

Let’s Get Married

WARNING: 18+ only, SMUT, Missionary, Mutual Masturbation, Oral Sex, Dirty Talk, Creampie, etc.

PAIRINGS: Black OC X Modern AU Stack

Part Two

The back room of the church smelled like polished wood and fresh lilies from the bouquets with a faint trace of cologne hanging in the air. Stack stood in front of the borrowed full-length mirror tugging at the lapels of his suit for the third time in two minutes. The tie was crooked again. He had loosened and retied it twice but it still looked off.

Smoke leaned against the wall by the door arms crossed watching his twin with that look he always had when he knew Stack was spiraling. Sammie sat on a folding chair in the corner scrolling his phone occasionally glancing up. Cornbread paced near the window, Delta Slim sat on the edge of a table sipping water, and Bo Chow stood off to the side fiddling with his cufflinks.

Stack let out a long breath through his nose staring at his reflection.

“I look like I’m about to throw up” he said.

Cornbread stopped pacing and grinned. “You right. You look terrible. Relax man. Candice already said yes.”

Stack shot him a look. “Man shut up.”

Cornbread raised his hands. “I’m just sayin’ if you do puke aim for the flowers. They already look half-dead.”

Sammie snorted without looking up from his phone. Delta Slim coughed into his fist hiding a laugh and Bo Chow shook his head smiling.

Stack rubbed a hand over his face. “I ain’t nervous about her sayin’ no. I’m nervous about trippin’ on the way down the aisle or forgetting my vows lookin’ stupid in front of everybody.”

Cornbread walked over and clapped him on the shoulder. “You already look stupid. That’s why she loves you.”

The room broke into a laughter. Stack shook his head but a small smile tugged at his mouth. The tension in his shoulders eased a little.

Smoke pushed off the wall still quiet and still watching.

“Y’all give us a minute.”

Cornbread nodded. “Say less. We’ll be outside.”

The others filed out door clicking shut behind them. The room felt smaller without the noise.

Smoke stepped up to Stack reaching for the bow tie that had gone crooked again. He straightened it with careful fingers smoothing the knot tugging the collar just right.

Stack watched his brother’s hands then met his eyes in the mirror.

“I’m good,” Stack said but it came out like a question.

Smoke didn’t answer right away. He finished the tie then rested both hands on Stack’s shoulders turning him so they were face-to-face.

“You nervous?” Smoke asked.

Stack swallowed. “Yeah. Not about her. Just everything else. The room full of people. The vows. Tryin’ not to cry like a baby in front of everybody.”

Smoke nodded slow. “I was the same way. Day I married Annie? Thought I was gonna pass out before I even got to the altar. Hands shakin’ so bad I almost dropped the ring when the pastor asked for it.”

Stack raised an eyebrow. “You? Mr. Cool-and-Collected?”

“Me,” Smoke said small smile tugging at his mouth. “I kept lookin’ at the doors like I might bolt. But then the music started and Annie walked in. And man… soon as I saw her face everything just settled. Like the whole world narrowed down to her. All the noise in my head went quiet. I didn’t care who was watchin’ what I looked like none of it. Just her.”

He squeezed Stack’s shoulders once firm.

“That’s gonna happen for you too. Soon as you see Candice walk down that aisle all this jittery energy is gonna disappear. You’ll just be lookin’ at your woman. Your future wife. And you’ll know deep down this is the best decision you ever made.”

Stack’s throat tightened. He nodded once slow.

Smoke pulled him into a quick hug, then stepped back fixing Stack’s collar one more time.

“You got this” Smoke said. “She’s already yours. Today’s just makin’ it official.”

Stack exhaled shoulders finally loosening for real. “Thanks man.”

Smoke gave him one last proud look, then nodded toward the door.

“Come on. Let’s go get you married.”

They stepped out into the hallway together the sound of soft music already drifting from the sanctuary. Stack straightened his tie one last time took a deep breath and smiled small but real.

He was ready.

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The organist let the last notes of the prelude fade and the room hushed. Stack stood at the head of the aisle shoulders squared, suit crisp, and tie finally straight thanks to Smoke. The soft opening chords of Brandy’s “He Is” began floating through the church, her voice filling the space.

He took the first step.

The aisle wasn’t long but it felt endless. Rows of familiar faces turned toward him smiling, some teary-eyed already. Candice’s close friends sat near the front and as he passed they started a quiet wave of encouragement. He lifted a hand in acknowledgment waving and smiling through the nerves that still buzzed under his skin.

He reached the altar steps and greeted the preacher with a firm handshake and a quick nod. The older man smiled warmly patted his arm and murmured “She’s blessed to have you, son.”

“Nah, I’m blessed to have her,” Stack replied making the preacher smile at his response.

Stack turned to take his place and that’s when he saw it.

A single chair had been reserved in the front row on the groom’s side. A framed photo of his mother rested on the seat surrounded by a small halo of white roses and baby breath. Her smile in the picture was the same one she used to give him when he was little. A red ribbon was tied around the frame with a tiny note tucked into it that read in Candice’s neat handwriting.

Saving this seat for the woman who raised the love of my life.

He hadn’t known.

His throat tightened instantly. His eyes suddenly started to sting . He blinked hard, looked away, then looked back like maybe it would disappear if he stared long enough. It didn’t.

Candice.

Of course it was her idea.

He pressed two fingers to his lips and touched them to the frame like a kiss. He wished she was here more than he could say. Wished she could see this.

Wished she could squeeze his hand and tell him he was doing good like she always did.

But the empty chair. the roses, and the note were close enough. She was here in the way that mattered.

He took a breath, straightened his shoulders, and turned to face the doors just as they began to open.

His niece stepped through first basket in hand dropping rose petals in careful handfuls. She was six wearing a cream dress with tiny flowers in her hair and the most serious expression she could manage. When she looked up and saw him her face split into a huge grin. She hurried the rest of the way down the aisle petals fluttering behind her as reached him and tilted her head up for a kiss.

Stack crouched and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “You did good baby girl” he whispered. She beamed then went to her spot on the opposite side standing tall like she had been practicing.

The bridal party came next. The music shifted to a softer R&B groove.

Smoke walked in first with arm linked with Annie. She looked beautiful in a deep burgundy gown smiling at Stack like she already knew he was fighting tears. Smoke gave him a small nod, his eyes expressing how proud he was of his brother.

Bo Chow followed arm in arm with his wife Lisa both of them grinning wide. Delta Slim came next with one of Candice’s closest friend, the two of them laughing quietly about something only they knew. Cornbread walked with another of Candice’s girls trying and failing to keep a straight face. Sammie came last arm linked with Pearline.

Then the music changed.

The opening notes of Beyoncé’s “Die With You” drifted through the church. Everyone stood.

The doors opened again.

Candice stepped into view on her father’s arm.

Stack’s breath left him quickly.

She was breathtaking.

Her dress was ivory lace, off-the-shoulder sleeves hugging her arms, the bodice fitted close before flowing into a soft mermaid skirt that trailed lightly behind her. Her curls were swept into an elegant updo with a few loose curls framing her face, a simple crystal headpiece catching the light. Her makeup was natural but glowing. She carried herself with the confidence he loved, but her eyes were filled with tears, her smile wide and genuine.

Stack’s vision blurred immediately. Tears welled up spilling over without warning. He wiped at them roughly, but they kept coming. Smoke stepped closer, hand landing firm on his shoulder, squeezing once.

“Breathe, bro,” Smoke whispered. “She’s got you.”

Stack nodded, couldn’t speak, couldn’t look away. Candice’s dad walked her slowly down the aisle, every petal under her feet like a quiet path leading straight to him. When they reached the front, her dad lifted her veil, kissed her cheek, then placed her hand in Stack’s.

Stack’s fingers closed around hers, trembling. She squeezed back.

The preacher smiled, stepping forward as everyone sat.

“Dearly beloved,” the Pastor began, voice filling the small sanctuary. “We are gathered here today in the sight of God, and in the presence of these witnesses, to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony. Marriage is a sacred covenant, instituted by God, a union of two souls becoming one. It is not to be entered into lightly, but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, and in the fear of God. Into this holy estate these two persons come now to be joined.”

He paused, looking between them with a kind smile. “Elias and Candice have chosen to commit their lives to each other today, surrounded by the love of family and friends. We’ve all seen how they’ve grown together. Their love is a testament to patience, to kindness, to the kind of faith that moves mountains. As we witness their vows, let us remember that love is not just a feeling, but a choice. A daily promise to cherish, to support, to forgive. Elias and Candice, as you step into this new chapter, may your home be filled with peace, your days with joy, and your nights with the quiet comfort of knowing you are loved beyond measure.”

The preacher turned to Stack first. “Elias, do you take Candice to be your wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

Stack’s voice came out filled thick with emotion. “I do.”

“And Candice, do you take Elias to be your wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?”

Candice’s voice was soft, but clear. “I do.”

The preacher nodded. “Elias and Candice have chosen to exchange personal vows. Elias, you may begin.”

Stack took a breath, eyes never leaving Candice’s. The preacher nodded for him to begin, and the sanctuary went still, everyone leaning in just a little.

“Candice… I ain’t the type to stand up and talk pretty. You know that better than anybody. I’ve spent weeks tryin’ to write these vows, scratchin’ stuff out, startin’ over, because nothin’ felt big enough to say what I need you to know. So I’m just gonna say it plain, the way you always let me be with you.

You came into my life when I wasn’t lookin’ for anybody. I thought I had it all figured out. Then you showed up, laughin’ at my dumb jokes, callin’ me out when I was wrong, holdin’ my hand when the days got heavy. You didn’t just make things easier, you made me want more. You made me want to be better. To show up. To build somethin’ real.

I’ve seen you at your lowest and I still looked at you and still thought you are my person. You’ve seen me at mine and you stayed. You chose me anyway. That kind of love? I didn’t know it existed until you.

So here’s what I promise you. I promise to listen even when I’m mad. To hold you when you need it, even if I don’t know what to say. To fight for us when things get hard, and to celebrate every little win like it’s the biggest thing that ever happened. I promise to be patient when I’m not feelin’ patient, to be honest even when it’s messy, to keep choosin’ you every single day no matter what life throws at us. I promise to make you laugh, to make you feel safe, to make sure you never doubt you’re loved. I love you, Candice. Not just today, not just when it’s easy, but every day, in every way I know how. And I’m gonna spend the rest of my life provin’ it.”

His voice cracked on the last sentence. He swallowed hard, tears shining in his eyes, but he didn’t look away.

The preacher turned to Candice, giving her a gentle nod.

She took a shaky breath, squeezed Stack’s hands tighter, and started.

“Elias… you are the most hard-headed, ridiculous, beautiful man I’ve ever met. And I mean that in every good way. You made me feel seen when I felt invisible. You made me feel safe when the world felt loud. You made me believe in forever when I wasn’t sure it existed.

You’ve held me through panic attacks and bad days and moments when I didn’t like myself very much. You’ve celebrated me when I didn’t think I deserved it. You’ve fought for us when I was too tired to fight. You’ve loved me at my worst, and you’ve never once made me feel like I had to be anything other than who I am.

I promise to be your soft place when the world is hard. To laugh with you until we can’t breathe, to cry with you when things hurt, to dance with you in the kitchen at 2 a.m. I promise to choose you every day. I promise to build a life with you. I love you, Elias Moore. With everything I’ve got. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life being your wife.”

Tears streamed down her face freely now, but she was smiling. Stack’s own tears fell openly. He didn’t bother wiping them away this time.

The preacher stepped forward.

“Elias and Candice have declared their love and commitment before God and this community. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

Stack cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing away her tears, and kissed her. She kissed him back, hands on his chest, fingers curling into his suit. The room erupted in cheers, claps, whistles. Smoke was whooping loudest, Cornbread yelling something that got lost in the noise, their friends and family on their feet.

They pulled back, foreheads touching, both laughing through tears.

The preacher turned them to the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Moore!”

The recessional music swelled, and they walked back down the aisle hand in hand, faces beaming, and the cheers following them out into the sunlight.

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The reception hall glowed under strings of warm bulbs draped across the ceiling like stars. Long tables were covered in cream linens with low centerpieces of white roses and eucalyptus. The DJ booth sat in the corner playing low R&B as guests found their seats and started on the family-style dinner. Laughter and silverware clinked everywhere. It felt like home.

Stack and Candice made their entrance to cheers and whistles hand in hand. She was still in her lace dress veil removed but the crystal comb sparkling in her curls. He kept his arm around her waist the whole way to the head table thumb rubbing small circles just above her hip. Every time someone stopped them for a hug or a photo his fingers dipped a little lower brushing the top of her ass through the fabric. She shot him a look and he just grinned playful as ever like he knew exactly what he was doing.

They sat at the head table with the bridal party. Smoke and Annie were to Stack’s right already laughing about something. Cornbread was across from them already telling a story too loud. Sammie sat next to Pearline stealing glances at her every few seconds. Delta Slim and Bo Chow were at the end both relaxed but watching the room like they were still on duty.

Dinner passed in a blur of plates being passed toasts and easy conversation. Candice’s friends kept pulling her up for quick hugs and photos. Every time Candice leaned over to talk to someone Stack’s hand would slide higher on her thigh under the tablecloth fingers tracing the edge of her garter. She squeezed her legs together once trapping his hand. He just smirked and squeezed back.

Cornbread leaned across the table pointing his fork at Stack. “Man look at you over there grinnin’ like you won the lottery. Candice got you actin’ right for once. I remember when you used to trip over your own feet tryna talk to girls. Now look at you, married and still trippin’ just in a suit this time.”

Stack laughed shaking his head. “Man you never let nothin’ go do you?”

“Nope” Cornbread said popping the ‘p’. “That’s my job. Keep you humble. Can’t have you walkin’ around thinkin’ you the man just ‘cause you got a ring now.”

Candice leaned in smiling. “He’s always been the man Cornbread. Just took him a minute to find the right woman to prove it to.”

Cornbread clutched his chest. “Ooh she got jokes too. Y’all perfect for each other. Dangerous.”

The toasts started after dessert. Candice’s maid of honor went first telling funny stories from their college days. Laughter rolled through the room. Then it was Smoke’s turn as best man.

Smoke stood mic in hand clearing his throat. He was the serious one, so when he smiled it carried weight.

“Alright y’all” Smoke began. “For those who don’t know me I’m Elijah, Elias’s twin his older brother by three minutes and apparently the only one who can keep him out of trouble… most of the time.”

Light laughter rippled.

“I’ve known this man my whole life. We came into this world together grew up sharing everything. But today I get to stand here and say I’ve never been prouder of my brother. Stack’s always been the playful one. But he’s also the one who shows up when it counts. Steady. Loyal. Heart bigger than he lets on.”

Smoke paused eyes flicking to the reserved chair with their mom’s photo. His voice softened.

“Mom would’ve loved this. Loved Candice. She always said Stack needed someone who could match his heart. Candice that’s you. She would’ve been sitting right there cryin’ happy tears tellin’ everybody how her boys finally got it right. She’s watchin’ bro. Proud as hell. We all are.”

The room went quiet for a second. Stack’s eyes glistened as he blinked hard nodding once. Candice squeezed his hand under the table her own tears welling up. Smoke raised his glass.

“To Stack and Candice, may your love stay as strong as your stubborn streaks. May your house always be loud with laughter your bed always warm and your arguments always end in make-up sex.”

Laughter broke the silence, glasses clinking. “Cheers!”

The DJ transitioned into the first dance the opening notes of PJ Morton’s “First Began” filling the space. Stack stood offering his hand to Candice with a small playful grin.

“Mrs. Moore?”

She took it letting him lead her to the center. Guests quieted phones out as he pulled her close, one hand low on her back the other laced with hers against his chest. They swayed gently at first her head resting on his shoulder his chin tucked against her hair.

“You look beautiful” he whispered lips brushing her ear. His hand on her back dipped lower fingers splaying just above the curve of her ass pulling her tighter so their bodies pressed together. She could feel him half-hard through his slacks.

She tilted her head up lips grazing his jaw. “You clean up nice yourself husband.” Her free hand slid up his chest fingers toying with his chain under the collar tugging it lightly. He groaned low hips shifting forward just enough to grind against her.

“Keep that up and we’re sneakin’ out early” he murmured. His thumb traced the edge of her spine dipping lower still brushing the top of her ass through the lace. “Can’t stop thinkin’ about gettin’ this dress off you… bendin’ you over the hotel bed… fuckin’ my wife the way you want.”

Candice shivered pressing closer her thigh slotting between his so she could feel him fully. “Promise?” she whispered back nipping at his earlobe. “I’ve been wet since this morning.”

He sucked in a breath hand tightening on her hip. “Fuck baby… you tryin’ to kill me out here?”

They kept swaying but the dance turned spicier, subtle grinds when the lights dimmed his lips brushing her neck when he thought no one was looking her fingers slipping under his jacket to trace his abs. By the time the song faded they were both breathing harder eyes locked with that shared tension.

Smoke and Annie approached from the side moving through the crowd. Annie carried two fresh champagne glasses, Smoke trailing behind with his usual calm stride. They stopped in front of the newlyweds.

“Y’all already look like you’re halfway to the honeymoon” Annie teased handing Candice one of the glasses.

Candice laughed sitting up a little straighter. “Feels like it.”

Stack took the other glass from Smoke with a nod. “Thanks man.”

Smoke pulled out the empty chair next to Stack and sat Annie perching on the armrest beside him. He leaned in slightly voice low so only the four of them could hear over the music.

“We got somethin’ for y’all” Smoke said reaching into his jacket pocket and sliding a slim white envelope across the table. “Our wedding gift.”

Candice glanced at Stack curious then picked it up. She opened the flap and pulled out two plane tickets and a printed confirmation for a resort. Her eyes widened as she read the destination.

“Turks and Caicos?” she breathed.

Stack leaned over to look brows lifting. “Y’all serious?”

Smoke shrugged like it was nothing. “All-inclusive. Seven days. Private villa on the beach. Flights out Saturday morning. Annie and I figured y’all deserved to disappear for a week after all this.”

Annie smiled resting her hand on Smoke’s shoulder. “We booked it months ago. Wanted to surprise you. Just the two of you, sand, sun and whatever trouble you get into.”

Candice’s eyes shimmered hand flying to her mouth. “Y’all… this is too much. We can’t—”

“You can and you will” Smoke cut in gently. “You’ve been holdin’ it down for everybody else long enough. Go be newlyweds. That’s the only rule.”

Stack stared at the tickets for a long second then looked up at his brother. His voice came out quieter than usual. “Man… thank you. For real.”

Smoke just nodded the serious look in his eyes softening. “You deserve it bro.”

Annie leaned forward playful glint in her eye. “And when you come back we expect results.”

Candice laughed wiping at her eyes. “Results?”

Smoke smirked finally letting a little playfulness show. “Yeah. We want a niece or nephew runnin’ around by next summer. Don’t come back empty-handed.”

Stack barked a laugh shaking his head. “Man you wild.”

Annie swatted Smoke’s arm lightly. “What he means is… we’re ready to be the fun aunt and uncle. No pressure.” She winked. “But seriously no pressure.”

Candice leaned into Stack her head on his shoulder again. “We’ll see what happens” she said softly smiling up at him. “But I like the sound of that.”

Stack kissed the top of her head arm tightening around her. “Yeah. Me too.”

Smoke stood pulling Annie up with him. “Enjoy the rest of the night. We’ll handle the send-off. Y’all just focus on gettin’ out of here without Cornbread yellin’ somethin’ stupid.”

They walked off leaving the envelope on the table like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Candice turned the tickets over in her hands eyes shining. “Turks and Caicos. A whole week. Just us.”

Stack pulled her closer lips brushing her ear. “No interruptions. No clothes half the time. Just you me and a bed with ocean view.”

She shivered turning to kiss him right there at the table not caring who saw.

“Best gift ever” she whispered against his mouth.

He grinned playful spark back in his eyes. “Wait till you see what I got planned for night one.”

She laughed swatting his chest lightly. “Behave. We still got cake to cut.”

He pulled her up with him hand low on her back again. “Cake first. Then we disappear.”

The DJ called for the cake cutting next. Stack and Candice stood side by side at the small round table the crowd gathering around with phones out. He cut the first slice fed her a careful bite then smeared a little frosting on her bottom lip. She raised an eyebrow. He leaned in slow and licked it off in front of everybody tongue dragging just long enough to make her breath hitch. Guests cheered and whistled.

Candice laughed wiping her mouth with a napkin. “You’re gonna pay for that later.”

Stack just grinned wider. “Lookin’ forward to it.”

She returned the favor a second later. She fed him a bite then licked frosting off his finger slowly with her eyes locked on his. His jaw tightened, hand flexing on her hip. She whispered so only he could hear, “That’s just a preview, baby.”

The DJ’s voice cut through the music.

“Alright y’all it’s that time! Bouquet toss comin’ up then the garter toss right after. Ladies, single ladies, get to the floor. Groomsmen you know what’s next for the fellas.”

A ripple of excited chatter spread through the room. Candice laughed squeezing Stack’s hand. “Guess that’s my cue.”

He pulled her close for a quick kiss before letting her go. “Go show ‘em how it’s done, baby.”

She walked to the center of the dance floor bouquet in hand. The single women gathered behind her laughing and jostling for position. Pearline stood near the back arms crossed pretending she wasn’t really trying.

Candice turned her back to the group counted down loud enough for everyone to hear, “One… two… three!”

She tossed the bouquet high over her shoulder with a little spin for flair. The flowers arced through the air petals fluttering and the women surged forward with their arms up squealing. Pearline who had been half-paying attention instinctively reached up when the bouquet sailed right toward her. It landed perfectly in her hands. She froze for a second staring at the roses.

The room exploded with cheers, whistles, and laughter.

Cornbread yelled from the side “Pearline catchin’ the bouquet? Oh we got a wedding next year!”

Pearline’s laughed holding the bouquet up like a trophy while her friends swarmed her with hugs.

Candice turned back around grinning wide. She caught Stack’s eye across the room. He was already smirking arms crossed looking way too pleased with how things were going.

The DJ kept the momentum going. “Alright fellas time for the garter toss! Groom you know what to do.”

Stack stood playful grin spreading across his face. He walked over to Candice who was already laughing and shaking her head. The DJ dropped a slow sexy beat to set the mood.

Stack crouched down in front of her hands sliding up her calves first. The room hooted and whistled. Candice bit her lip trying to keep a straight face but her eyes were locked on his.

He pushed the hem of her dress up inch by inch revealing her legs the lace garter hugging her thigh. His fingers traced the edge of it lingering just long enough to make her breath hitch.

The crowd was loud with cheers and Cornbread yelling “Take your time nephew!”

He hooked his fingers under the garter eyes never leaving hers and slowly dragged it down her leg. His thumb brushed the inside of her thigh as he went and she had to grip his shoulders to steady herself.

When the garter finally slid off her ankle he stood twirling it around his finger like a prize. Candice leaned in quick whispering against his ear so only he could hear, “You’re in so much trouble later.”

He grinned and kissed her hard right there in front of everybody. The room went wild again.

Stack turned to the group of single guys gathered on the dance floor. He crouched back to them and tossed the garter high over his shoulder. It sailed through the air and landed right in Sammie’s hands. The kid looked stunned for half a second then broke into a huge grin holding it up like he had just won a championship belt.

Cornbread yelled from the side “Sammie catchin’ the garter? Boy you next! Pearline already got the bouquet, y’all better start plannin’!”

Stack walked back to Candice pulling her close again hand low on her back. “Told you tonight was gonna be fun” he murmured against her ear.

She laughed softly pressing against him. “You’re not done yet.”

He kissed her neck quick voice dropping. “Not even close.”

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The drive from the reception to the hotel was a blur of city lights streaking past tinted windows, the back seat thick with the scent of fragrances still clinging to their clothes and the faint champagne on their breath. Stack kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting high on Candice’s thigh. His fingers flexed every few minutes like he was reminding himself she was real, that the ring on her finger was real, that she had said “I do” in front of everyone they loved.

Candice leaned her head against his shoulder, left hand resting on his thigh, thumb brushing over the fabric of his slacks. She kept lifting her hand to look at the diamond again, turning it slowly so it caught the passing streetlights.

“I still can’t believe it,” she whispered, voice soft and a little awed. “We’re married.”

Stack glanced at her, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “Believe it, baby. You’re stuck with me now.”

She laughed quietly, squeezing his thigh. “Good thing I like being stuck.”

They pulled up to the hotel, same one they had booked for the night before the wedding, now their official first night as husband and wife. The valet took the keys and they walked inside hand in hand, her dress swishing softly, his suit jacket slung over one shoulder.

The elevator ride was quiet. His arm around her waist, her head on his chest, both of them breathing in the moment. When the doors opened on their floor, he scooped her up bridal style without warning, making her squeal and laugh.

“Tradition,” he said, grinning as he carried her down the hallway.

“Put me down before you drop me,” she teased, but her arms looped around his neck anyway.

He kissed her quick. “Never droppin’ you.”

At the door he managed the keycard one-handed, kicked it open, and stepped inside.

The room took their breath away.

Roses were scattered across every surface. Petals trailed from the door to the king bed, where more roses formed a heart shape on the white duvet. Candles flickered on the nightstands, the dresser, the small table by the window. The curtains were open, city lights sparkling beyond the glass. A bottle of champagne chilled in an ice bucket. On the dresser sat a small tray with chocolate-covered strawberries, and note that read simply

To Mr. & Mrs. Moore,

Enjoy your first night as husband and wife. Love, Annie & Smoke.

Candice’s hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my God…”

Stack set her down gently, still holding her waist, both of them staring.

“They did this?” she asked.

“Had to be them,” he said. “Smoke said he’d handle the send-off… guess this is what he meant.”

Candice walked forward slowly, fingers trailing over the rose petals on the bed. She picked one up, twirling it between her fingers, then turned back to him with shining eyes.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “They’re beautiful.”

Stack closed the distance, pulling her into his arms. “You’re beautiful.”

He kissed her. No rush. Just lips moving together, hands roaming like they were rediscovering each other. His hands slid up her back, finding the zipper of her dress and tugging it down slowly.

The lace fell to the floor. She stepped out of it in just her strapless bra, panties, and garter belt. He stepped back for a second, eyes raking over her slowly.

“God…” he breathed, voice cracking just a little. “That dress was beautiful on you. But it looks even better off.”

Candice’s breath hitched, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I want you to see all of me. Take the rest of my clothes off.”

He did slowly, like he was unwrapping something precious. The lace bra fell away, exposing her breasts. He palmed them gently, thumbs brushing over the peaks, making her gasp softly.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured. “These breast… perfect. Always loved how they feel in my hands. How they look when you’re ridin’ me, bouncin’ on me.”

He leaned down, taking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the bud. Candice’s head tipped back, fingers gripping the back of his head holding him there. He switched to the other giving it the same attention, his teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper.

“Love your skin,” he said against her, kissing down her stomach, dropping to his knees. “So soft… so warm… tastes like heaven.” His hands slid to her hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down slowly, letting them pool at her ankles. She stepped out, spreading her legs a little wider when he looked up at her.

He kissed her inner thigh. “This pussy…” he said. “Been thinkin’ about tastin’ it all night. My wife’s pussy. All mine now.”

Candice shivered, one hand bracing on his shoulder. “Then taste it,” she whispered.

He rose up just enough to guide her backward toward the bed. His hands firm on her hips, walking her until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. She sat then laid back slowly, propped on her elbows at first. Stack reached over carefully moving the small platter of chocolate-covered strawberries and the scattered roses out of the way pushing them to the far side of the nightstand so the petals wouldn’t stick to her skin or get crushed under them. He swept a few stray petals off the duvet with his palm, clearing a space for her, then eased her down fully onto her back.

The roses around the heart shape pressed softly against her shoulders and hips as she settled, a few petals clinging to her skin. He knelt between her spread thighs again, looking down at her.

“Look at you,” he said quietly. “Laid out like this… all mine.”

He leaned in, kissing the soft skin just above her mound, then lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses along her inner thighs. His hands slid under her ass lifting her hips slightly so he could get the angle he wanted. He kissed her folds first, then dragged his tongue slow and flat from her entrance to her clit, collecting her juices on his tongue. She moaned softly, hips twitching up toward his mouth. He groaned against her, the vibration making her gasp.

“Fuck… taste so good,” he murmured, lips brushing her folds. “Sweet. Wet. All for me.”

He dove in properly. His lips sealed around her clit, sucking gently at first and his tongue flicking the swollen bud in slow strokes. He took his time alternating between soft sucks and broad flat licks that covered her entire slit before circling back to her clit. Candice’s breathing turned shallow, hips shifting restlessly against his mouth.

He slid one finger inside her curling it gently against that spot on her front wall. He didn’t pump fast. He stroked slow letting her feel every inch as he added a second finger. The wet sounds were quiet at first, just soft slick glides, but they grew louder as he worked her open and as she got wetter.

“Elias…” she whispered, voice trembling a little. “That feels…”

He hummed against her clit in response, the vibration making her thighs tense. He kept the pace steady. Every time her hips tried to buck faster, he pressed his free hand to her lower stomach holding her still.

“Easy, baby,” he said against her, lips brushing her skin. “Let me take my time with you. We got all night.”

She whimpered, one hand flying to his waves, fingers tracing the patterns. Her other hand gripped the edge of the duvet. The slow build was torture. He knew her body too well. Every time she got close he eased off switching to soft broad licks, fingers slowing to shallow strokes until she was panting

“Please,” she gasped after what felt like forever. “Elias… please let me come.”

He looked up at her “Not yet,” he said softly. “I want to enjoy my meal a little longer.”

He went back to work sucking her clit harder now, tongue flicking faster, fingers curling deeper pressing harder against that spot. The wet sounds grew louder. He hummed against her again, the vibration constant now.

Her thighs started trembling, muscles jumping under his grip. “Baby….oh God… I’m close… I’m so close…”

He didn’t let up. She was dripping down his goatee, her juices coating his hand and the sheets beneath her.

“Give it to me, baby,” he murmured against her, words muffled. “Let go for your husband. Cum all over my tongue.”

That did it. Her back arched off the bed and thighs clamped around his ears with a broken sob tearing from her throat as she came hard. Her juices flooded his mouth. He licked her through , drawing out every aftershock until she was trembling.

Stack eased her down onto the bed, careful not to crush the roses scattered across the duvet. A few petals clung to her back and thighs as she settled, the soft red and white blooms pressing into her skin like tiny kisses. He stood at the edge of the mattress for a moment, just looking at her taking in every inch of her bare body in the candlelight.

“Stay right there,” he said. “Don’t move. I want you to watch me.”

Candice propped herself up on her elbows, lips parted She nodded, eyes already heavy with want.

He started slow, like he was putting on a private show just for her. First the suit jacket, shrugging it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. Then he pulled his tie free in one smooth tug, letting the silk slide through his fingers before tossing it aside. His shirt came next. He unbuttoned it slowly, one button at a time, eyes never leaving hers. When the last one gave way, he shrugged it off, letting it fall behind him.

He kicked off his shoes, then unbuckled his belt. The zipper came down next, loud in the quiet room. He pushed his slacks down his thighs and stepped out of them, leaving him in just black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide how hard he was. The outline of his dick was straining against the fabric, a dark wet spot already blooming at the tip.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, pausing to let her look. “You want this?” he asked. “Want to see what you do to me?”

Candice bit her lip, nodding. “Show me.”

He pushed the briefs down slow until his dick sprang free. Thick, flushed dark, veins standing out, the head slick and shining with pre-cum that beaded at the slit and dripped slowly down the shaft. It swung heavy between his legs as he stepped out of the briefs completely, bobbing slightly with his heartbeat.

Stack wrapped his hand around the base, giving himself one slow stroke, thumb swiping over the head to spread the pre-cum. He groaned low, eyes locked on hers.

“Touch yourself,” he said. “Let me see you play with that pretty pussy while I stroke my dick for you.”

Candice’s breath caught. She slid one hand down her stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs. She circled her clit slowly, moaning softly as she watched him stroke himself.

“Look at you,” he murmured, stepping closer. “So wet for me. Spread those legs wider, baby. Let me see.”

Her knees fell open, fingers sliding down to part her folds so he could see everything. Her swollen clit, glistening entrance, the way her pussy clenched around nothing.

“Fuck,” he groaned, stroking faster. “That’s it. Play with that clit. Imagine it’s my tongue.”

She whimpered, fingers moving faster, hips rolling up into her own touch. “Elias… want you inside me…”

He climbed onto the bed, settling between her thighs. His dick brushed her inner thigh, leaving a wet streak of pre-cum. He leaned down, kissing her while he lined himself up. The head nudged her entrance, rubbing through her juices.

He hovered above her for a moment, arms braced on either side of her head, just looking. His chain dangled between them, cool metal brushing her chest with every slow breath he took.

“Ready?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please…”

He pushed in slow letting her feel his thickness stretching her open again. The head popped past her entrance, then the shaft followed, dragging against her walls until he was buried deep. A guttural groan rumbled from his chest as he bottomed out.

He stayed still for a long moment, forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard through his nose. His chain rested heavy between her breasts, cool metal warming slowly from their skin.

She whimpered softly, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back to pull him even closer.

He started moving pulling out almost all the way letting her feel the drag of every vein before sinking back in deep, grinding at the end so her clit pressed hard against his pelvis.

Every downstroke made her gasp. She couldn’t talk. Couldn’t string words together. Just soft, trembling moans and whimpers, hips lifting instinctively to meet him, thighs trembling against his sides.

Stack groaned low every time he sank in. The wet claps of their bodies filled the room mixed with the creak of the bed and the rustle of sheets twisting around their legs. Rose petals shifted and stuck to their damp skin with every movement.

He kissed her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear. A broken moan escaped him when she clenched around him, walls fluttering hard.

“Fuck…” he groaned against her skin. “So tight… feels so good…”

Another deep roll caused her to whimper louder, nails digging into his shoulders. He answered with a rough groan, hips stuttering for a second before he pushed back in even deeper.

Their breathing grew heavier, more uneven. Candice’s walls started fluttering harder around him, that familiar tightening making his groans turn deeper, more desperate. She was close, again, and he could feel it in the way her thighs trembled against his sides, the way her fingers clutched his shoulders, the way her moans turned higher.

“Elias…” she managed, voice cracking into a whine.

He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes locked, breathing hard. A low groan tore from his throat as she clenched around him again.

“Fuck… baby…” he panted, hips rolling deeper, grinding harder. “Gonna cum… feel you squeezin’ me…”

She clenched harder at his words, hips lifting to meet his thrusts, chasing it.

He thrust once, twice more and she broke. Her back arched off the bed, thighs clamping tight around his waist, a broken cry tearing from her throat as she came hard. Walls pulsing, fluttering, milking him in rhythmic waves. Juices gushed around him soaking them both and dripping down onto the sheets beneath them.

The feeling of her coming undone pushed him over. He buried himself deep, hips grinding tight against her as he came with a groan. “Fuck—” he panted, voice breaking. “Yes… take all this nut…”

Hot pulses spilled inside her, and his body shuddered through every wave. He groaned again as he emptied everything, still rocking gently to ride it out.

He stayed buried inside her for a long minute, rocking slowly through the aftershocks, kissing her softly. When he finally eased out, their mixed juices trickled down her thigh. He reached down, fingers sliding through it, pushing it back inside her gently.

“Keep that in there,” he murmured, voice hoarse and soft. “Want you full of me all night.”

She shivered, pulling him down for another kiss. “Then don’t stop,” she whispered against his mouth. “I want more of you. All night.”

He grinned against her lips, already hardening again inside her. “All night it is, baby.

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Imagine Stack or Smoke taking a shy thick girl’s virginity!

how about... smoke and stack? 😼

cw : oral sex, fingering, taking turns, unprotected (he pulled out), it's painfully obvious how much I need them both-, spit play (stack loves spit play its canon), not proofread, english isn't my first language

"so... how is this even going to work..?" you questioned. and honestly, reasonable. because seeing the two twins walk towards you on the bed, one loosening his tie while the other was already working on his belt, is something worth questioning.

smoke held an arm out to stop stack—who had been rushing to fasten his belt— in his tracks. "don't get ahead of yourself," smoke ordered and stack groaned, letting out a low, honey-coated laugh. "we're here to fuck her, yeah? why you stoppin' me?" "It's her first time. we can't rush it." you squeezed your thighs together at the interaction, whining.

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‘ AT THE SAME DAMN TIME, chap 1, chap two, chap three, chap four, chap five.

synopsis; After a messy, short-lived situationship with Stack—reckless, flirtatious, and all the wrong kinds of possessive—you swear you’re done with hood boys who can’t keep up. But when you drop something off at his mother’s store and find both Stack and his older twin brother Smoke inside, something shifts.

The heat outside was disrespectful. Sun glaring off the concrete, your thighs sticking to the driver’s seat, and not a single breeze in sight. Still, you parked outside Lo’s Beauty Supply—their mama’s shop—with a brown paper bag in your lap and sweat beading at your collarbone.

The bag was nothing major. Just some coconut oil their mama had asked for from your auntie’s store across town. Said she liked your family’s blend better than what she had. You told her you’d swing by and drop it off. Easy. Casual. No problem. What you didn’t expect was for both Stack and Smoke to be inside when you walked through that door.

The bell above the entrance gave a lazy jingle, announcing you before your presence could.“Be right wit’chu,” called a voice from the back—Ms. Moore, no doubt, still doing somebody’s scalp in the back room like she always did.

Your eyes adjusted from the sunlight to the store’s warm haze, and that’s when you saw them. Stack, posted up on the edge of the checkout counter, legs spread, head tilted back, puffing on a cigar like he had zero business being fine and full of himself.

And Smoke, leaned back in the folding chair just behind him, tapping ash into a red Solo cup. One foot propped against the wall. His eyes already on you.

The smell of burning tobacco, hair grease, and old incense hit you in the chest. Thick, nostalgic, weighted. This place always felt like somebody’s house and a little bit like a trap spot. Especially when the boys were there.

You stood in the doorway for a half-second longer than you meant to, blinking—and that was enough.

Stack’s mouth curved.

“Ain’t you look like you tryna be seen today,” he drawled, eyes skating from the band of your crop top down to the stretch of your brown thighs. “You knew I was gon’ be here, huh?”

You didn’t answer that.

Instead, you walked forward, hips loose, chin high, the brown paper bag crinkling in your hand. You placed it on the counter between them—right where Stack was leaned, and right across from Smoke’s shadow.

“This what your mama asked for. Tell her I dropped it off.” Smoke hadn’t said a word yet. But his gaze lingered like a hot palm on your skin.

He wasn’t disrespectful like Stack was. He didn’t flirt with words. But his eyes? His whole presence? That was a different type of heat. Where Stack looked at you like he remembered what your moans sounded like, Smoke looked at you like he was imagining them.

Slowly. Without apology. You felt it. The flicker in your stomach. The ache in your thighs you couldn’t chalk up to the weather.

You turned slightly, letting the breeze from the weak AC hit the side of your neck. Your baby hairs were already curling from the sweat, your lip gloss sticking sweet to the corner of your mouth.

“Tell her I’ll be back later in the week. She said she wanted more but I ain’t have enough on me.”Stack chuckled under his breath, lighting his cigar again like he needed something to distract himself.

“You always comin’ ‘round with not enough,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “Shit, you did that with me too, huh?” That made Smoke lift his head—not fully, just a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Like he wasn’t even tryna get involved. But his eyes were still on you.

“I had enough for who needed it,” you replied sweetly, not even turning around. “Wasn’t my fault you ain’t know how to keep your hands to yourself.”

That earned a short, cold laugh from the corner.

Stack sucked his teeth, but you didn’t stay long enough for him to talk back. You turned, braid swinging over your shoulder, and gave a little wave toward the back room.

“Tell Ms. Moore I said ill be back.”

And just as you hit the door, your hand barely grazing the cool metal handle, Smoke finally spoke. “I will,” he said. Voice deep like gravel. Heavy. Final.

Then quieter: “And next time, don’t rush out. You stay longer.” The door creaked behind you, but you caught the way Stack looked at him. Tight-lipped. Sharp. Like this was the first time it happened, but maybe not the last. Outside, the sun didn’t feel as hot.

But something in you was burning. You weren’t supposed to like the way he said that. You weren’t supposed to think about him watching you from that chair. And you sure as hell weren’t supposed to want to test how far Smoke would let this go.

But you did.

And deep down?

You hoped next time, he’d make you stay.

@cursed-carmine for the dividers.

i legit don’t know how the hell i keep writing these back to back like this.. but chapter two should be coming soon.

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Mr. Smoke’s & Mr. Stack’s Doll: A Little Bunny Rabbit

Author’s Note: It’s Gemini season! Everyone go say Happy Day Of Birth to my sister @theethighpriestess aka Bunny 🐰

The room smelled like a cheap pomade and even cheaper whiskey.

Bunny had caught the scent the moment she pushed open the door to room number seven. There was a stale and sour stench lingering in the air that clung to a drunken man that was expected to be her next client. She stood in the doorway for a half second, shoulders squared beneath the ivory negligee she had been assigned for the evening, her red painted toes just crossing the threshold, and she told herself it was nothing. Men came in here smelling like all manner of sin. Whiskey and cheap pomade was the least offensive of them.

The man waiting for her was a heavyset thing. Pale as uncooked dough, with a collar loosened down to his second button and cufflinks that didn't match. His eyes swam when they found her. This wasn’t the ordinary tipsy swim of a man who had had two drinks to get his nerves up before visiting a house like this. No, this was the kind of swim that came from the bottom of a bottle, from a man who had been drinking since before supper and hadn't stopped for reasons that had nothing to do with enjoying the taste.

His mouth curved into something that was meant to be a smile but landed somewhere closer to a sneer. "There she is," he said, his words running together at the edges like watercolors left out in the rain. "Took ya’ long enough."

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