#stack x vampire reader

[bluudsucka]

everything is romantic - stack x fem!reader

summary: the bond you share with stack is intense, passionate, and sensual. you both gain great gratification by just being near each other. anything and everything that you did was drenched in romance, and tonight is one of the many, many nights you display your affection for each other.

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, female reader, vampire reader, vampire sex, blood drinking, blood loss, oral sex, the hive mind, mutual obsession, set in the early 90s

author's note: hey ya'll here's another fic, i wanted to try and exercise my writing muscle and try to push myself into a different writing style. (i finished writing this hella late at night and couldn't sleep, so forgive some spelling errors!) i appreciate each and every read! thank ya so much! enjoy!

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Harsh red neon lights cascaded over your frame, cutting through the darkness that is the night. The sign displayed the iconography of Jesus - his arms spread wide open - welcoming the lost souls that strayed too far from his comforting light. The muffled sounds of dogs barking and passing rap music lulled you into a peaceful trance, any normal person would avoid this part of town like the plague, giving it a wide berth as they pass through the city.  

But this part of town didn't phase you, nor did it phase your man. 

The radio within the bright cherry red convertible you waited in played a song, the melody becoming static as the old 1966 radio couldn't keep up with the new wave of electronic melodies the song had. Stack loved his vintage cars, and he dropped a pretty penny for this particular one.  

The sound of a bell caught your attention; any human wouldn't have heard it though the thick noise that loomed over the Chicago streets. But you weren't human. 

Not anymore.  

You smiled a toothy grin at your lover as he crossed the street, his eyes shielded by dark shades and his face was stern, surely just by looking at him he seemed like the dangerous no-nonsense type. And he was when he dealt with business, but with you, he was as lively and energetic as a lovesick schoolboy. 

He's your man, he's your baby, he's your everything.  

"Hey, baby. Everythin' cool?" You asked, leaning forward to plant a wet and tender kiss onto his lips. He kissed you back instinctively, his body couldn't help but to crave your every touch. 

Your every kiss. 

"Yea', dropped off the 'work', we should have the rest of the night to ourselves." He stated as he turned the key that rested into the ignition of the car, the loud engine roaring to life like a beast. You giggled as your fingers adjusted your gold bamboo earring, making sure the jewelry wasn't caught in your hair.  

Your recent hairstyle was simple - cornrows - straightbacks with clear beads at the end, the braids stopping at your midback while soft baby hairs framed your face perfectly. Stacked loved it when you wore braids, and it didn't hurt that he paid to have your hair done. 

He always paid for you, you never have to ask.  

Not once. 

Winding down the twisting concrete road, you placed your hand on the nape of his neck, massaging his tense muscles as your nails lightly grazed his ear. Stack's skin was cold, freezing to the touch, and so was yours. One of the downsides of being a vampire, but within each other's arms, you could feel the heat of love you both held for each other.  

You weren't an old vampire, you were turned in the year 1985, the same year that you ran into Stack. And compared to him you were merely a fledging, learning about your new life and abilities through him. Your baby was the one who turned you and offered a second chance at 'living', ironically your heart doesn't beat anymore and the once warm blood that nourished your body was cold and coagulated. 

Yet you never felt so alive before. 

Reaching for your hand, Stack placed a tender kiss onto the icy skin, his perfectly soft lips trailed kisses up your arm. His lips rested on a worn tattoo the clung onto your body, you had gotten a few tattoos before you turned, meaning that you were truly stuck with them forever. No amount of laser removal could erase them. 

You hated them, but Stack adored them, treating each line of ink as if it was crafted by Basquiat himself. Stack would tell you about his time living before he was turned, tattoos were a thing, but it was an expensive luxury a few could afford during the 1930s.  

"We headin' home, baby?" You asked, which earned a nod from him, his hand leaving your touch as he switched the car in a different gear. Even though the man was sitting right next to you, you yearned and missed his calloused hands tracing over your skin. You wanted to kiss him, to hold him close to your body until you both turn into nothing but weeping messes. 

Thoughts of the night before danced across your buzzing mind. How his lips trailed all over your body, how your nails dug into his brown skin as he fucked you against the wall of your shared bedroom, you both so desperate for each other that you couldn't even make it to the bed.  

Stack tilted his head towards you and shot you a wide smile, the sight of his sharp canines made your thighs squeeze together as the familiar ache raised within your core, the sight of his golden grillz only added fuel to the already wildfire that was your lust. You could feel his growing arousal too, thanks to both of your minds being linked to each other, exchanging every intense feeling between the two of you. 

It was like a secret language only the two of you could speak, no one could ever understand or comprehend the connection that fused your psyches together, even other vampires that rolled within your social circle were at a loss with how in sync you and Stack were. No other words were verbally spoken between the two of you, only lustful thoughts swapped back and forth. 

You couldn't wait to get home. 

He went double the speed limit. 

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Eager and hungry kisses greedily bombard your neck; the familiar sharp sensation of teeth dragged across your skin. With shaking hands you clung onto Stack, your own desperation to share your body with him quickly became overbearing. 

You need to feel him. 

In a perfect world you would spend your days fucking each other while sharing the deepest of memories with each other, scanning each other minds in reverence as if those memories were important ancient text. But with wise words Stack always reminded you: "We got business to do." But even when working side by side, every action you both did for each other was lanced in romance. 

Everything you two did was romantic. 

Groaning into his mouth, Stacked lifted you up from your feet, not breaking the kiss as he led you towards the bedroom. The sound of expensive decor crashed onto the marble ground; paintings of black art that hung deliberately onto the cream-colored walls hit the ground with heavy thuds as your mouths fought each other for dominance.  

Stack was normally the more dominant one in bed, but some nights he would relinquish his power, gladly submitting to you. His commanding frame melting under your touch as you fucked him, legs locking him in place until he came. 

But this night it seemed like both of you wanted to be in charge, which meant things within your luxury apartment were bound to be broken by the time you both were satisfied. Biting on the bottom of his lip, hard enough to draw blood, Stack groaned in pleasure as his firm grip on your ass grew harsher. 

You loved the taste of his blood, it was savory and rich, like a well-aged full bodied red wine. And the high of devouring his blood sent a rush towards your head, making it spin in mild delirium. Your lips were stained in his dark blood as your eyes lit up with a fiery ember color, the bright red replaced your natural color irises as you held Stack close. But without warning he tossed you towards the soft bed, making you land haphazardly on the white comforter.  

"I ain't playin' with you tonight, girl."  

Licking your crimson cover lips you gave him mischievous grin, your sharp fangs catching onto your thick lips. "What you mean, Elias? I ain't do nothin'."  

You tried to feign ignorance, shrugging your shoulders as giggles escaped your lungs, which in turn earned a chuckle from the older vampire. Lying to him was downright useless - his mind is yours, and your mind is his. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't entertained by your half-assed charade of innocence.  

Crawling towards his towering frame, your hands raced up toned arms, your fingers tracing his muscles through his long sleeve shirt - as if trying to memorize every curve. With skilled fingers, your hands met with his as you both began to unbutton his shirt. He wore a long sleeve color-block shirt, the colors representing the Pan-African flag, and underneath the thin shirt a white wife-beater adorned his beautiful brown skin. The white shirt made him look as if he himself was glowing. 

With soft kisses your lips trailed from his jaw, towards his neck, and stopped at his chest where a thick gold chain - a Jesus piece - wreathe around the base of his neck and shoulders. With sharp teeth you opened your mouth, ready to sink your fangs into his cold skin again and consume more of his delectable blood. But with a strong and calloused hand he held onto your jaw, pushing your face away from his toned chest. 

A lustful smile pulled at your lips as your held onto his wrist, your thumb rubbing small circles on the back of his hand.  

"You already took a bite outta me without my permission, baby. You gotta prove to me that you deserve another drink." He muttered as his lips ghosted above yours, his heavy words seeped into your open mouth, your nails digging deep into his skin as the feeling of his breath made you shiver. 

"You can drink from me if you're so upset about it." 

"I already know I can," Stacked pushed you back onto the bed. "But that ain't the point." 

With nimble hands Stack pulled the thin white shirt above his head and off his body, strong and sturdy muscles met your fiery eyes, and you noticed that his eyes had changed too. His once warm and chestnut brown irises were now replaced with milky grey eyes. 

You were obsessed with those eyes. 

Positioning himself above your smaller frame your arms pulled him in close, with proficient and dexterous hands, he cupped your breast - slipping his hand underneath your skintight bodysuit you wore. Stack knew exactly were to touch you, kissing and squeezing the places that only he knew could make you moan out in ecstasy. 

Tough fingers rolled and pinched your right nipple, rolling the sensitive bud as you squirm underneath him, your hips bucking up towards his in an attempt to ease your aching core. With a smile Stack placed kisses on the crook of your neck, his sharp canines dragging against your soft yet freezing skin. 

And he bit down. 

Stack's blood was savory and bold, just like his personality. While yours was sweet like fruit with an undertone of spice. You cried out his name as he continued to drink from you, the feeling of his tongue pressing against your neck made your body shiver. Quick and desperate fingers reached in between your flush bodies; you can't take any more of this teasing.  

"Take these pants off, baby." You moan, tugging at the waistband of his jeans. You could feel his member growing hard against your thigh, he wanted to feel you, connect with you, devour you - bad.  

"All this teasin' and shit, I know you want me, I can feel you wanting me." 

With a wet pop, Stack's bloody lips pulled away from your neck. Crimson dripping from the wound and bloomed onto the thick strap of your orange bodysuit.  

"I can feel you wanting me too." He uttered, as his free hand slowly rubbed your sex through the thin fabric of your clothes. You were dripping, and you wouldn't be surprised if he could feel it without undressing you fully. With one last pinch on your nipple Stack pulled away from you, leaning upwards as his hands helped yours undress yourself. Sliding the bodysuit off your body, you were exposed underneath his intense gaze.  

Hungry eyes danced and raced over every curve on your body, all you wore now was a dangerously thin thong that left nothing to the imagination, the fabric was his favorite color. 

Red. 

Sitting up on your knees you unbuckled his belt, his eyes watched your movements as he rolled his broad shoulders, muscular chest already rising and falling rapidly with anticipation as your knuckles ghosted over his skin. Biting the bottom of his blood-stained lips you pulled down his pants along with his boxers, freeing his dick that strained against his pants. 

His lips crashed into yours as the taste of iron savory-sweet iron filled your mouth, frenzied lips danced across each other as you both fought for dominance. When you and Stack got into this state, it was like a battle when you both kissed, as if to see which one would back down and let the other lead tonight. His tongue grazed over your sharp fangs as his hands helped your thighs wrap around his waist, the feeling of his well-trained muscles pressing against your body made you smile. 

"Eat this pussy." You breathlessly demanded in between fevered kisses; your raunchy request earned you a moan from Stack. His lips kissed your cheek, your bloody neck and shoulder, your breast, the soft skin of your stomach, and landing on last wet kiss on the mound of your pussy. The feeling of his cold chain brushed against your clit as your legs rest on his shoulders, a wave of pleasure rushed through your cold veins.  

Pulling your panties to the side his tongue took a long drag across your aching core, his pale vampiric eyes not breaking contact with yours, tasting your juices as he stopped his tongue at your sensitive bud. Stack repeated his licking you as he moaned, his nails digging into your thighs. If you were alive, you knew that his nails would've left deep scars onto your skin, but as soon as his hands reach to hold your hips down onto the bed you could feel the sore and tender skin heal over.  

"Mhm, just like that. You hungry ain't you?" You groaned as your hand stroked his hair, trying your best not to mess up his waves. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked as if his life depended on it, nodding his head in agreement at your words. Hungry was an understatement - he was starved. Your blood tasted sweet, but your pussy tasted even sweeter on his tongue.  

Moaning into your core Stack pushed his face even deeper, it felt like nirvana just to taste your sex, and he felt your pleasure too - due to the link your minds created. Your hips bucked helplessly into his face, making him pull away from you, a wide grin plastered onto his beautiful features. His bloody lips mixed with your juices planted a kiss onto your knee. His nimble and skillful fingers pressed onto your clit as he slowly began to rub circles on your sensitive button.  

"Oh, fuck. Keep touchin' me like that, baby. Yes, yes!" You groaned rolling your hips against his hand. His fingers began to tease your aching entrance, your thoughts exchanging with his. He already knew you wanted to be filled, and slowly he pressed his pointer and index finger inside of you. His eyes raked over your squirming body at the feeling of his fingers; leisurely he began fucking you with his fingers. His skilled digits stretching you out deliciously. 

Pressing your chest against his Stack's bloody lips whispered against your ear, you could feel his kissable lips stretching into a smile with each word he spoke.  

"That feels good, don't it?"  

You replied with a moan no words were needed to be uttered, he already knew what you were feeling, he felt it too. The wet sound of your pussy swallowing his fingers greedily echoed through your mind and your cried out in pure bliss as he added another one - three fingers now inside you, his knuckles brushing against your swollen clit. Him touching you felt like paradise, if you could die again with him in your arms, you'd gladly do so.  

The familiar knot formed within loins and Stack felt it within him too, his fingers picking up the pace as his mouth attached onto your clit again, licking and sucking between each thrust of his fingers. Rolling your hips in rhythm with his calloused digits the aching knot within your insides snap, causing you to cry out in euphoria. Your nails dug into his toned shoulders, drawing blood that seeped underneath your nails as your body shook underneath the man.  

Pulling away from your spent pussy Stack held onto your hips, flipping your body with ease as if you weight nothing, laying on his back while you straddled him. With a sigh you leaned forward, your arms caging him in as you planted a ravenous kiss on his plump lips, tasting yourself on his tongue and mustache. His face was drenched with your juices, and you couldn't get enough of it, both of your mouths moved in sync with each other as your strong thighs squeezed around his hips. 

Pulling away from his open mouth a string of saliva connected your bottom lip with his, and steady hands found their way towards his chest. The string that connected your mouths snapped as you looked down between yourselves, helping Stack line himself to enter inside you. Holding the base of his dick with your hand - his hand on top of your, guiding you - you slowly eased yourself onto him. 

"Fuck..." He groaned as his hips bucked forward, his hands desperately reaching for your waist to steady his movements. A high pitch grunt escaped your lungs as you grinded into him, your head rolling back in pleasure. Slowly, you began to bounce on him, the feeling of his thick cock stretching you and hitting that spot sent shockwaves down your spine, the sounds of the bed creaking underneath you helped you pace your movements. His hips bucked forward, fucking into your core as your hands laid flat on his toned chest.  

"You like my dick inside you, baby? Huh? You like that?" 

"I love it!"  

Stack groaned in response as he guided your hips with his hand, his mouth open slack as his milky irises closed, face twisting in satisfaction. Tangerine colored streetlights crept into your shared bedroom, cutting through the dark as the orange light painted Stack's face and body, the harsh light only accentuated and emphasized his strikingly handsome features. Your left hand cupped his face, stroking his cheek lovingly as you fucked into him, the feeling of his facial hair tickling the icy palm of your hand.  

He's beautiful and he's yours. 

Leaning forward to steady yourself, your long braids brushed against the side of his chiseled jaw, and without a second thought Stack's hand latched onto them. The sound of your hair beads echoed as he wrapped the braids around his hand, creating a fist that forced you to tilt your head to the side exposing your bloodied neck. The comforting sting of him pulling your hair made your ruby red eyes roll into the back of your head, your hips snapping on his as he fucked you more forcefully now.  

With your panties still on - just pushed to the side - the lacy fabric pressed and rubbed against the side of his cock. The burning feeling of his orgasm bloomed within his unbeating heart. Adjusting yourself from your knees your feet laid flat on the bed, bouncing on his cock as if you were riding a mechanical bull. Your pussy was squeezing him perfectly and his booming voice whimpered out in carnal pleasure.  

He was close. 

Your thumbs were tucked underneath his gold chain as you sensually rubbed his shoulders, helping him ease into the intense climax was swiftly approaching.  

"Mhm, mhm." Stack chanted, biting down on his lip, drawing blood from the flesh. His hips bucked unrhythmically and frantic, his mind buzzing as he desperately chased after the high of coming - his glossy eyes shined bright in the darkness, long lashes blinking with each stroke he gave your soaking pussy.  

Your body felt so good. 

With a breathy cry you begged: "C-Can I bite you, please baby!? You taste so good when you come, I need it." 

Without exchanging words Stack lulled his head to the side and pulled you by your braids, your lips crashing on his neck. Sharp fangs plunged into his skin as his hips rocked you back and forth, the familiar savory taste of his blood was now rich - it reminded you of the warm and filling home cooked meals you use to devour when you were alive. Stack's muscular frame shook underneath you at the feeling of you drinking from him, his toes curling as he called out your name, as if it were a song. The feeling of his dick twitching inside you made the knot in your stomach snap and you came, Stack following closely behind - the feeling of his thick come filling you up nicely. 

Sometimes you wish the two of you weren't dead. You'd make pretty babies. 

Releasing your braids from his iron grip, Stack's arms laid limp at his sides, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried his best to catch his breath. With one last lick your tongue lapped up the blood that was leaking from his already healing wound.  

"Damn, girl." He mumbled as his shaky hand pat your thigh, which cause you to giggle out in pride, confidence consuming your body at the success in you pleasing your man. 

Your baby. 

With him still inside you rocked your hips ruthlessly which made him shut his eyes with a hiss, his dick was sensitive and overstimulated, but that only made you want him more. Your soaking pussy becoming even wetter. 

You were ready for round two. 

Large hands cupped your ass and slowly Stack lifted you off of his hard yet spent member, you tossed yourself by his side, your bloody lips planting a soft kiss on his shoulder as crimson blood bloomed underneath your bodies - staining the white bedsheets maroon.  

"You know I love you, Elias." You whispered, his real name rolled off of your tongue as the words you spoke oozed with sincerity. Turning his head Stack's once cloudy pale eyes were now his natural chestnut brown, a soft smile pulled at his lips, golden capped teeth shined so bright within the dark room.  

"I know, baby. I love you even more." 

His words made you sigh in pure adoration, and that familiar tingly sensation crept back again between your legs. Scarlet covered lips left kiss shaped stains against his brown skin, the marks trailing over his pecks and abs, stopping just above his happy trail as he melted under your touch. 

Tonight was gonna be long, but that didn't bother ya'll none. 

[lukkdev]

[melancholymetropolis]

“Stop pretending that you hate me,” Stack said with a smug grin.

“I’m not pretending.”

I let the words fall upon his ears like a cracked glass on the floor. His face dropped. The smile was long gone and a look of pain flashed across it. Stack looked as though I shot him in the chest. A shaky breath fell from his lips as he flicked the cigarette bud from his fingertips. He closed the distance between us in three long strides. My back was pressed against the brick wall of the shop before I could blink. The pain on his face morphed into anger so hot it made his skin burn. 

“You don’t mean that,” he spat, looking me dead in the eye.

 Stack tried to make himself bigger, more intimidating. A lackluster attempt to scare me, but it hadn’t worked. Not only were we a few inches shy of the same height, but I could see right through him. I knew Stack before he was Stack. 

When he was just Elias.

“Y/N,” his voice was a warning. Danger in his tone, but it didn’t phase me. “Tell me you don’t mean that.”

“Get out of my way, Stack,” I said, in a low tone. A desperate attempt to hide the pain in my voice. The stitches of an old wound was beginning to reopen. “I have work to do.”

His eyes poured into me just used to. Filling my head with stupid assumptions that only left me heartbroken in the end. I thought about how he set my dislocated shoulder in place; it must've meant he liked me. How he acted as my left hand for weeks until the pain went away; that must've meant he cared about me. The way he hunted down the man who did it and made him pay… must've meant he loved me. Only me.

But, that wasn't the whole truth.

“So that's why you never replied to my letters,” Stack replied, eyes still searching my face. “Still angry about Mary, huh?”

I dared to stare back at him. My gaze like cold rain to his heated gaze. I refused to slip the mask and embarrass myself in public like she did. He wasn't worth that. Not anymore. Not after seven years. 

I was better than that.

“Not really,” I said with an air of indifference. “I was a little preoccupied to hold a grudge.”

As if summoned, a squeaky little voice cut through the tension. Making Stack freeze on impact. Something he hardly does.

“Mommy?”

My sweet baby girl tilted her little head up at us to assess the situation. Her deep brown eyes searched the potentially dangerous stranger before flicking back over to me, in a caged position. A look of irritation, or disgust briefly graced her face. She narrowed her eyes at Stack and crossed her arms against her chest. Madeline was not afraid of anything. She was always the kind of child to look danger in the eye and laugh.

"Is that ugly man bothering you?" She said, staring directly at Stack. "Should I call daddy?"

An orchestra of emotion appeared on Stack's face. He seem to be both deep in thought and confused at the same time. Like he working out something profound. It took him several seconds before he came to.

"How old are you?" He asked Madeline, jumping right into the conversation.

"I don't talk to strangers," she tilted her in defiance, earning a smile from me.

Good Girl.

Stack, then, turned back to me. A desperate look in his eye; silently asking me the same question. Though he couldn't bring himself to the vocalize it. A look a true fear and hope on his face.

I used his trembling expression to my advantage and slipped from his arms. I took Maddie's hand and steered her away him.

His eyes drilled into my back, but he didn't dare move a muscle. He couldn't. He didn't to make a scene, or worse, alert everyone else of an open secret.

My baby survived, while my cousin's, Annie, didn't.

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a/n: watched sinners and I had to whip something up. let me know if you would like a part two! drop a comment if you would like to be on the taglist, if this becomes a series.

@lov4gor3 @daniiwrites 

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Part II Masterlist

[innorality]

stack x reader (sinners)

cw : biting, blood, spit-play, no protection + finishing inside (I love stack sm yall)

"f-fuck.. stack!" you moaned out, your hands trembling in his firm grip against the table that creaked with every movement of his relentless hips.

you back was flat on the table while your legs were wrapped around his slutty fucking waist— fuck, you could drown in the sight of him.

becoming vampires did have a lot of downsides, but the pros were fucking heavenly.

he had more stamina, more force, more speed. your sex life? upgraded for as long as a dagger doesn't get in that pretty little chest of his.

"shit– sweetie.." he lowered his head, nuzzling in the crook of your neck. "you smell so fuckin'..." he trailed off, and you felt his dick twitching inside of you as he inhaled your scent.

his thick cock battered your insides, turning you into a limbless puddle of pleasure. his free hand—the one that wasn't holding both of your wrists—trailed down your body and onto that puffy little clit of yours. "I wanna- fuck.. wanna make you cum.." his fangs bared, "'cuz.. when you cum.. your blood- shit.. your fuckin' blood.."

and he feels like he's about to cum himself.

his balls tightened at the sound of your honey-coated voice dripping out your swollen lips, moaning his name, at the sound of your heart pounding faster by the second, at the sound of your blood rushing to flow in your veins.

he rubbed your clit faster, pinching and slapping it every so often, and when you finally climaxed, it hit you like a rocking ball.

it took you by surprise, to be honest.

one second you were listening to your demonic boyfriend ramble about your blood flow when you came, and the next, an overwhelming wave of pleasure filled your senses. and you didn't know if it was the fact that your senses were heightened aswell, or if he just fucked you that good, but you swear that you saw the pearly gates of heaven for a moment.

your velvet walls came clamping down on him, cream coating his length with every greedy thrust he made. he watched your tits bounce up and down as your body moved with his like a fucking ragdoll.

"s-shit.." was the only word he could even think of uttering when his eyes bored back down to where the two you connected, and he saw the amount of gooey cream that you coated him with and he just can't help himself–

"f-fuck baby– im-" and he's biting down on your neck. hard. hard enough to draw blood, hard enough for it hurt. the pain felt delicious, and you only ached for more, so you fought through the overastimulation and overall need to just lie down, got a hand out of his wrist lock, and pushed him even deeper on your neck.

and shit, he thinks he might just die. the smell of taste of your blood, the feeling of your oozing pussy around him, the deafening sound his tip made everytime he hit your cervix... it all catches up to him.

he cums. hard. his abs clenched like he was having a seizure and he whimpered. you vampire ex-soldier boyfriend just whimpered in your ear. "f-fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck- why do you feel so fuckin' good, baby? shit.. bet you wanna- bet you wanna taste yourself huh?" and he quite literally fights gravity to bring his head back up. you parted your lips obediently and suddenly, a stream of a mix of your blood and his drool dripped down from his mouth to yours.

you swallowed as he pulled out, feeling his sticky cum dribble out of your still clenching hole, panting.

maybe this new vampire life wasn't so bad, after all.

[fckwritersblock]

I Never Told You (part 1 )

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore x black reader

Description: ( unedited af ) You and Stack have been in love for what feels like forever, but neither of you has had the courage to speak up. Stack is convinced that your heart belongs to Smoke, and as for Smoke? He’s exhausted from trying to show you both that the love you seek is right in front of you.

Word count.: 3,852

A/n: this was originally one part, but I thought it’s a break it up into two because when I tell you, it’s getting a longer and longer 😭 I don’t wanna rush the way I want it to end but the way I’m craving these Sinners fic and I know some of y’all are too. I thought it would be nice to drop it now. Couldn’t contain my own excitement 😂

Part 2 - What I Should’ve Said

Enjoy ! 🩷

As soon as you stepped off the train, a smile broke across your face. The familiar sights and sounds of home wrapped around you like a warm embrace. You were excited to finally be back, but a flutter of nerves danced in your stomach at the thought of seeing your sister for the first time in ages. Yes, you guys had written to each other, and she had tore your ass a new one in a few of them letters back home bout to running off with the twins without a word. Nevertheless, you knew regardless of how upset she may be with you, she’d always welcome you home with open arms. You missed your sister. You also missed the twins, who you were eager to reunite with. It had been almost a year since you’d all been together, and just thinkin' about Stack made your pulse quicken.

Steppin' aside so other boarding the train would have access to the front door, you made your way toward the center of the station, your eyes scanning the crowd. You were sure Stack knew you was comin' at this time, so you had a feelin' he’d be lurkin' around here somewhere. Just then, you heard it—a voice that sent a thrill of nostalgia through you. You turned around, curiosity piqued, and there he was, front and center.

But your heart sank a little when you noticed the woman standin’ in front of him. Fair-skinned and confident, she had that undeniable charm—Mary. Of course she would find him, you thought bitterly.

You watched as Stack’s gaze followed her, a solemn look crossing his face as she walked away. You should’ve known he’d seek her out the moment he arrived. You’d bet money he could find her in a crowed room, without fail.

You loathed Mary.

It wasn’t a secret. You couldn’t stand her presence and that gnawed at you deep down. It wasn’t just jealousy; it was that gut-wrenching belief that Stack cared for her more than he did for you. He looked out for her in a way that was different from how he looked out for you. The attention he gave her was the kind you had secretly longed for, and judging by the way he stood there, it seemed nothin' had changed.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“Old habits die hard, huh, Stack?” you snarked from behind him, the playful edge in your voice barely masking the hurt you felt.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes in resignation. He knew he was caught.

He didn’t even have to turn around to know it was you. Stack could tell by the sound of your voice that you was pissed, especially with the faux sugary sweet smile you wore when he finally faced you. That, and when you were at him, it was the only time you called him Stack and not Elias.

Turning around to face you he could barely contain the smile that wanted to break out.

It had been a year since the two of you had seen each other, but for him, it felt like a lifetime. For six years, y’all had traveled the world together. You had taken care of him and Smoke, watchin' their backs, makin' sure he stayed outta trouble. You had put up with his antics for so long, and he’d never understood why you stuck by his side. That was until you decided it was time to carve out your own path, to prove you could stand on your own.

So you left them. You left him. You promised to return within a year or come runnin' if he called.

But Stack didn’t call.

He figured you didn’t want him to. Not really. A part of him was upset with you for abandoning him. He knew Smoke had written to you a few times, and he tried not to let the green-eyed monster show. Smoke would tell him when he received a letter, sometimes even havin' one for him too. Stack never wrote back, but he always read the ones you sent for him. Several times in fact. He wanted to know how you were, what you had been up to, even if he fronted like he didn’t care. You were miles away and all he wanted was you near..

And now you were back, standing right in front of him, looking as breathtaking as ever. The sun-kissed brown skin of yours practically glowed in the light. The apples of your cheeks rounded as you smiled, dimples showing, and the curves of your hips called out to him as he admired your frame in the flowy yellow dress you wore. It reminded him of your favorite flower, magnolias, and coincidentally, yellow was his favorite color on you too.

You were home for him, and you didn’t even know it.

“It wasn’t even like that, Bam,” he said, tryin' to brush off the tension and butter you up with the nickname he gave you.

“It never is, is it, Stack?” you shot back, crossin' your arms, though a smile tugged at your lips.

“Come on now, after all this time, that’s the mood you wanna get off on?” He hand taken a few steps toward you and grabbed your hand.

“A brotha can’t get no love first?” He flashed you a smile he knew you couldn’t resist.

Despite yourself, your smile grew bigger as you felt the warmth of his presence pulling you in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, sinking into the comfort of his embrace.

“I missed you,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper as you melted against him.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he replied, his words a gentle way of sayin', 'I missed you too.'

“Who’s this?” you asked, eyeing the guitar-totin' boy standin' next to them after you two finally pulled apart.

“The boy,” Stack replied, nodding in his direction.

“The boy—Little Sammie, is that you?!” you exclaimed, shocked.

“Miss Y/n?” he said, his eyes wide with disbelief.

You laughed, pulling him into a warm hug. God, he was all grown up. You used to help his ma look after him and his siblings sometimes, and you even sang in his daddy’s church for a while. That was until you started hangin' out with Smoke and Stack more and stopped goin' to church. You didn’t want to hear no sermons about how the devil had his hands on you and how you needed to come back to the Lord.

It was a bittersweet feeling, thinking about how much you missed them and how much Sammie had grown. You could see he still had to get his head on straight, but it warmed your heart that he was still playing the guitar Stack had given him.

“Well then, there will be plenty of time to catch up later. You boys finish up here. I’ll be in the car,” you announced a beat after pullin' away. You knew they was up to no good.

“Little Sammie, help Stack with my bags, will ya?” You pinched one of his cheeks playfully before giving the other a quick kiss, treating him like the youngin' he still was in your eyes.

“Oh and drop the ‘Miss’.” He stared after you, bewildered, as you walked past Stack, givin' him a wink while you patted his chest slowly, draggin' your hand away.

“That’s really Y/n,” Sammie said, still in disbelief, causing Stack to chuckle.

He hadn’t seen you since he was a boy, and he couldn’t believe how different you were now. You were just a teen girl girl in his eyes back then, but now you were a grown woman—an extremely attractive one, at that.

“She’s—”

“Way too much woman for you to handle, lil nigga,” Stack stated matter-of-factly, a smirk playin' on his lips.

Not too much for me, though, he thought to himself, wordlessly pickin' up both suitcases and handing his little cousin one. You would probably fit real pretty in the front seat of his ride right about now, knowin' you and those pretty pick pocketing hands of yours had already snatched the keys from his coat pocket.

“Well, are you?” Sammie quizzed.

“Am I what?” Stack frowned slightly.

“Handling it?” The corner of Preacher Boy’s mouth twitched just a little, and Stack knew the younger man could tell you were vexed with him, and he wasn’t handling shit.

“Bring yo ass on, smart ass.”

As a result of those endless hours of travel, you were exhausted. You hadn’t gotten much sleep on the train, not wantin' to doze off around strange white folks. Your father had raised you and your sister to always be aware of your surroundings. After hearin' Delta’s wild stories about the men he knew from the side of the road, you needed a moment to decompress. So, you let the sounds of Sammie’s guitar and the rhythm of the car rockin' gently lull you into a well-deserved rest.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep, but soon you felt somethin' soft brush against the side of your face.

“Bam,” you heard softly as you began to stir.

“Bam.” This time you felt a poke to your cheek.

With a soft groan, you opened your eyes to see Stack standin' outside of the car, looking at you with that soft smile that always made your heart race.

“There’s my girl.” He smiled down at you.

“What you want, Elias?” You tried not to blush at his words.

“We made it. Come on.” He extended his hand for you to take.

You took it, pullin' yourself up to stand. Prepared to jump over, he surprised you by lifting you up in the air out of the back of the car.

You squealed, caught off guard as he held you slightly above him. You looked down at him for a minute, and he slowly set you back down, your body sliding against his.

“Thank you,” you said bashfully, pretendin' to fix your hair in the mirror.

He stood directly behind you, just close enough for you to catch a glimpse of his smirk in the car mirror.

“Anytime.”

“I—” you began, but were cut off by another car pullin' ahead. Once you noticed it was the truck Stack had said Smoke was in, you started walking quickly toward it. Stack told you the two of them had to split the work and that Smoke had a few stops and you knew it wouldn’t be anywhere else, but to see Annie. It was one thing for Smoke to be gone; of course then, he and Annie couldn’t be together. But while he was home, he wouldnt go anywhere without her.

“Annie!” You called as soon as your older sister came into view.

“Y/n?” Annie couldn’t believe her eyes as you ran toward her the biggest smile on your face.

“Surprise.” You spoke tearfully, as you slowed down taking the last few steps before crashing' into your big sister. You embraced her tightly, the two of you holding onto one another as if the other would disappear if you let go.

“Look at you.” She ran her hand up and around your face, cuppin' it affectionately.

“Look at you.” You repeated, mesmerized by your sister’s loving eyes.

Eyes that always looked at you with understanding, compassion, love, and support. Annie didn’t always agree with the choices you made, but she always supported you in choosin' your own destiny.

“Don’t you ever leave me like that again,” she fussed, swattin' lightly at your butt.

“Stop, girl, I’m grown,” you laughed, spinning around in a circle to dodge her playful swats.

“Girl, I don’t give a damn.” Annie fixed you with a stern look. “You’re still my baby sister. You don’t just run off and leave me without notice like that. You scared me half to death.”

“I’m sorry, Annie. It’s not that I wanted to; I just—” you paused, searchin' for the right words.

After a moment, you realized you didn’t need to say much. Annie would understand.

“Mine doesn’t have a mojo bag; he just has me,” you said, your voice wavering, knowin' she would know you was referring to the more reckless twin.

She smiled and nodded in understanding. You stood there for a little while longer, embracing each other, tryin' to wipe the tears from each other’s eyes, gigglin' like school girls as you did so.

“We’ll take more later ya hear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Pullin' away, you angled your body a little more to the left to finally get a good look at Smoke.

“My girl!” he said with a small smile of his own, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey Smoke.” The two of you wrapped your arms around one another.

You missed the way Stack’s jaw clenched as you embraced Smoke. The latter didn’t as he grinned at his twin. It was an asshole thing to do, but he couldn’t help it. He had been watching the two of you pine after one another for years. If Smoke had a dime for every time he tried to convince his brother that you felt the same way about him that he felt about you—or to get Stack to confess his feelings for you—boy, he’d be rich.

It was your last night in town, and the three of you went out. You were currently dancin' with some random nigga from round the way. Stack watched you like a hawk, grillin' the hell outta the man who had your attention. Smoke couldn’t do anything but laugh at his brother’s expense.

“Nigga you got it bad,” he said with a chuckle.

“Shut up, bitch. You got it just as bad for her sister,” Stack shot back.

“Sho’ll fuck do. Don’t give a fuck who knows either.” Smoke shrugged blowing a cloud in Stack’s direction.

“Yeah, whatever.” Stack muttered, takin' a sip of his beer.

“Mmhmm, whatever shit, nigga. Could be you out there dancin' with her, tryna cop a feel. Instead, you’re here,” Smoke teased.

“It ain’t like that with us, Smoke.” He denied.

For the life of him, Smoke couldn’t understand why Stack was in denial about you. It was like he was purposely standing in his own way, unwilling to accept a good thing.

“Have I ever been wrong about a woman tryna throw her pussy at you?”

“Nah,” Stack grumbled, his defenses slowly crumbling.

“Aight then, nigga. Listen for once.” Smoke said, playfully mushing the side of Stack’s head as he stood up to head to the bar.

“Aye, watch out.”

“Girl follows you around the world, and you still questionin' shit,” Smoke called over his shoulder.

He could only shake his head at the memory. Smoke swore dealin' with y’all shit was gonna put him in an early grave.

Once the two of you released one another from the hug, you walked back toward your sibling, and Smoke did the same.

“You good, man?” Smoke asked, knowing full well he wasn’t. He just wanted to see if he was ready to be honest with himself.

“Yeah, uh, I’m good.” Stack cleared his throat before repeatin', “I’m good.”

“Good.” He patted his brother on the back. “Now let’s get to work.”

Now, you knew you was comin' to work, but you ain't expectin' to be put through the wringer! As much as y’all got on each other’s last nerves during the setup, it was all part of the charm. Smoke being the bossy one, always puffin’ up his chest like everybody ain’t already know he ran the place; Cornbread, with his big ass, ain’t stop complainin' 'bout how heavy them boxes was; Delta always droppin' “back in my day” stories like they was gospel every five minutes. And Stack? He was slick, finessin' Preacher Boy into doin' part of his work in the name of “respectin' your elders.”

Not to mention you, Grace, and Annie, makin' one little complaint 'bout the heat, which led to Bo shakin’ up a bottle of beer and lettin' it spray all over y’all like a makeshift sprinkler system to “cool y’all off.” But this? This was the stuff you cherished. These were the moments you missed. After hours of busting your backs, the grand opening was here, and the party was in full swing.

You found yourself wrapped up in Stack’s arms, your back pressed against his solid front. The sweet sound of southern blues wrapped around you like a warm embrace. Ain’t nothing like live music from home, and tonight, the air was thick with rhythm. Effortlessly, your body flowed with the beat, swayin' in a circle until you found yourself once again meetin' Stack's chest. One of his arms hung loosely around your waist, his fingers barely grazing your skin, followin' the pace of your movements like it was second nature.

“So, this is new,” you teased, glancing back at him.

“What’s that?” Stack’s voice was low, his eyes glued to the way your hips moved, like he was tryin' to memorize every curve.

Stack thought you was downright gorgeous, and it drove him crazy. He wished he could tell you every single day how beautiful you were. Your body? It made his heart race. Big hips, thick thighs, and those legs that seemed to go on for days. That dress you wore? It gave him a perfect view of your curves, and he found himself lost in thoughts he shouldn’t be havin’.

“You dancin' with me,” you said louder, breakin' him outta his daydream.

“I’ve danced with you before,” he replied, a hint of challenge in his tone.

You leaned your head back further, givin' him a smirk. “Not like this.”

Stack’s grip around your waist tightened, the two of you still swayin’ to the music. “What’s this?” His breath brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine that you tried your best to ignore.

“Like you tryna work your way into my drawls,” you shot back, playful but with a hint of seriousness.

“And if I am?” he shot back, spinning you around so you faced him, his gaze intense.

You were momentarily stunned, your eyes searchin’ his for any signs of this bein' a joke, you arms now loosely around his shoulders.

“Smoke told you.” you said, his words heavy like a weight on your chest, but it felt more like a statement than a question.

You knew Smoke couldn’t keep his mouth shut when it came to his brother. Stack had ditched you and Smoke for the night to run off with some floozy and you were hurting bad. Especially after the way he had been flirting with you day after day. After an attempt at drowning your feeling in a bottle of whiskey, you had confessed your undying love for Elias Moore to his other half after the world became a bit too blurry. The truth came spillin' out like vomit, then afterwards, literal vomit. You could curse the ground Smoke walked on for lettin' it slip.

Stack watched as the gears turned in your head, his eyes dropping to your bottom lip, which you had pulled between your teeth. He chuckled softly, still swayin' with you, but the tension was thick.

“Smoke been tryna tell me for years,” he confessed, his gaze dropping to the floor before meeting yours again.

He wasn’t sure if he was talkin' 'bout Smoke tryin' to get him to accept his own feelings or the ones you held for him.

It was the way you cared for him. In every way. You checked on his well being constantly. The effects of the war on smoke were clear. He had his issues and one of them Stack always took care of. Rolling his cigarettes, making certain shit easier for Smoke every chance he got. Stack was the suffer in silence type. No I didn’t know the trauma he had suffered. He preferred everybody think he was OK. But you saw right through him. You seem to be able to tell every time something took him back there the lifeline you’d reach out of your hand, holding his gentle caresses to the top of his hand, which is the tiniest of squeezes that will bring him back and remind him that he was here and safe and with you. Stack was the type to suffer in silence, keepin' his struggles close to his chest. But you? You saw right through him. You could tell when something haunted him, and each time, you’d reach out, holdin' his hand, givin' him that gentle squeeze to remind him he was safe with you.

You were everything to Stack.

The air between you two shifted, thickening with unspoken words and feelings.

“When did it click?” Your heart raced, the world around you fading away.

Y’all had stopped movin’, probably the only two still in the crowd of people dancing and signing having a time.

“The one you left.” Stack admitted, feeling a bit guilty for only realizing how deep his feelings and love for you really were.

Speechless you pulled away from him completely, mouth opening and closing as you stuttered trying to find the right words to say. Overwhelmed with emotion and not quite sure what to do with yourself you turned around to scurry away when he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on now. Why you runnin'?” He was holding you again, bobbing his head around trying to catch you eye as you avoided his.

“Elias, you drunk,” you said, your voice shaky.

“Baby, I ain’t had a sip of liquor,” he replied, his grip on your chin gentle, forcing you to look at him.

Big brown eyes searched yours, filled with a truth that made your heart swell with love.

“Y/n,” he started, but just then—

“Stack!” Smoke’s voice cut through the moment like a hot knife through butter.

You two pulled apart at the sound of his brother calling.

“Let me holla at you for a minute,” Smoke beckoned, clearly oblivious to the tension hangin' in the air.

You could see Stack was ready to protest, but you stopped him, gently cupping the side of his face in your hands. Stack might not have been running off liquid courage, but you had dug deep for some courage and found enough bravery to push through.

You pressed a soft kiss to the side of his cheek, and then another right next to the corner of his mouth, lettin' your lips linger just a moment longer.

“Go. We’ll talk later,” you assured him, pulling away with a grin as you turned to find a seat at the bar y’all had been swayin’ next to.

It wasn’t long before Stack's arms wrapped around you from behind.

“Count on it,” he whispered, kissing the side of your neck, sending warmth flooding through you.

You flushed at the feeling of his lips on your skin, that deep baritone voice igniting a fire you didn’t know you had.

You couldn’t wait until later. But unfortunately, later never came.

[thevelvetwhispers]

Cast of Sinners:

…. must be nice 🙃

[chromehoney]

criminal/stickyfingers!smoke x bimbo!black!fem!reader.

The first thing you smell is cash. Not cologne, not motor oil, not even the cigarette he’s always pinching between his fingers—but cash. Raw, bitter leather and metallic ink. Money. And it trails in behind him like smoke itself, slinking through the wide halls of the home he bought you, echoing off marble and soft light.

You’re bent over the marble kitchen counter, syrupy hips poking out from a pink satin robe, the one he got monogrammed with Mrs. Moore stitched over the heart. Bare legs glisten. Anklets jingling. Lipgloss always fresh.

His voice glides in slow. “Why you always bakin’ somethin’ with ya ass out like that, baby?”

You don’t answer at first. Just stir the sugar into the sweet tea with two fingers, lazy, wet swirls. You feel his eyes all over you—thick and hot like honey down your spine. So you tilt your head and smile, glossy lips parting just enough.

“Because you like it, Pa.”

Smoke chuckles low in his throat. Gravel. The kind of sound that makes your thighs brush together. He drops the duffel bag on the floor with a thud��money, of course—and strolls toward you, slow and greedy.

He wears all black, shirt halfway unbuttoned, gold chains dancing on his chest. You know he didn’t come home through the front. You know the duffel’s not from any bank that would shake hands with a man like him. His knuckles are still red. His ring’s still bloody.

But he pays all the bills.

You ain’t even know what a light bill looked like since you met him. His hand finds your ass before his mouth finds your cheek. A kiss, soft, reverent. Fingers sinking into the dough of you, making you gasp.

“You make my whole fuckin’ house smell like sugar,” he murmurs, brushing his nose down your jaw. “My sweet girl.”

You giggle like it’s innocent, though your knees are going soft and your robe’s slipping open. Your lashes flutter, thick and heavy. “M’just makin’ cake,” you hum, eyes glossy, dumb, pink. “Thought you’d be hungry.”

“i am hungry.”

You feel him growing against the back of your thigh. You let out a little coo, one of those bimboish gasps he lives for. His big hand wraps around your middle, just under your tits, pulling you close like he owns you. (He does.)

“Cake can wait,” he murmurs in your ear. “But I can’t.” And neither can you.

@cursed-carmine for the dividers .

[brownskincheyenne]

Bruh I’ve never seen this before in a relationship on screen ! The hurt , the pain, the love , the understanding , the forgiveness, the eternal feeling ! Especially between black folk that look like me ! The closest I’ve seen this was piper and Leo on charmed and I Stan their relationship to this day .. but annie & smoke feel different ! It feels like the marrow in my bones ! You know ! Like that hymn that comfort you ! It feels like the grace that God gives idk !! I love them !!!

[desire4ella]

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐆 ❞

♪‧₊˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Poly! Stack x Brat!Reader x Smoke ( no incest between the two brothers dw)

⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You always knew just how to push a nerve didn’t you? ‘ that slick mouth of yours gon get you in serious trouble lil girl’ they always said, but you always failed to listen, until today….

ᝰ.ᐟ𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.9k

۶ৎ𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: (THIS FIC IS A KINDA LONG AND NOT PROOF READ ), Spit!play, Bigdick! Stack , Daddy!/Sir! kink, Dumbification!, squirt!, eaten out ( w receiving), Orgasm denial!, HardDom! Smoke, SoftDom! Stack, Chocking!, Gagging! with fingers, Fingering!, Spanking!, Panty sniffing! and just down right nastiness so buckle in.

Them to men of yours were damn right trouble, especially stack, his eyes always shone bright right before mischief was to occur, twinkling like the vast midnight sky, the hazel brown tint that was once there faded out into the shadows, overcame by the darkness all compressed into two eyes. And oh baby that cheeky smirk of his could make any girls panties drop, it sure did yours…his teeth were lined up straight to perfection, pearly whites always on display like a propaganda, with a snake like tongue that was sharp and ready to lash out in an instant at anyone who even dared to look at him wrong. metal grills placed at the centre of his chompers,showing richnesses and wealth in one clean smile.

Let’s not forgot about the honourable smoke he exudes a dangerous charm that’s impossible to ignore—a perfect blend of stern authority and raw, magnetic allure. His presence commands attention the moment he steps into a room, dark eyes sharp with a calculating edge, scanning every detail like he’s always five steps ahead. There’s a cold precision in the way he speaks—measured, low, and laced with quiet dominance—that leaves no room for argument, yet somehow draws you in deeper. His voice, rough like gravel but smooth enough to make you lean closer, holds secrets you want to uncover but know better than to ask about. Always cloaked in shadow—whether it’s the low light of a backroom or the metaphorical weight of his past—Smoke carries the kind of mystery that burns slow and steady, like a lit cigarette between gloved fingers. He’s not the type to smile, but when he does, it’s the kind of smirk that hints at trouble and promises a thrill. Stern, sexy, and wrapped in secrecy, Smoke is a man you shouldn’t trust—but can’t help wanting to.

And then came you….

A regular girl, living a regular life that just so happened to catch the eyes of two big burly men. Nah fuck dat, I got the scenario wrong; You were not just some regular girl living a boring life,no-you were a spoilt brat that got WHATEVER she wanted by any means necessary, you had hips,ass and a banging body that many had to cop using surgery-nah baby it’s all natural round here! face card neva declined even on your worst day; a baby face that could get any man whipped with the batter of your eyelashes and a pout— oh, and God did you smell heavenly!! skin drenched in all of the finest coco butter oils and rich vanilla/ strawberry perfume encased around your wrist and neck , the typa smell that clung to others like a vice, the typa smell that introduced you before you even did; the typa smell that intoxicated anyone within a 50 mile radius - you get it by now. Your scent was distinct but not unknown, always wafting in places that it shouldn’t be. Fingers and toes always kept prestigious a nice baby pink that looked delicious when white stains got on it.

Nobody knows how you did it, two of the most notorious men in all of Mississippi, already crawling on their knees for your attention ? Hell ! you didn’t even know how you did it yourself. But you know what they say, ‘good things come to those who wait’ so i guess your prize came in a double package, but hey! you damn sure ain’t complaining.

Right now, these two were giving you hell all you because you decided to have a little girls night out, what? a woman can’t go out and have person now? i guess not seeing the way that they acting….

The night was still young as you stumbled through the front door, giggling to yourself. Your heels clicked loudly against the hardwood floor as you made your way inside. The house was dark and quiet, the only sound the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway. You smirked to herself, thinking that Stack and Smoke must be asleep already."Hmph, too bad," you muttered under your breath. "I was hoping for some fun tonight."Just then, the lights flicked on and Stack and Smoke emerged from the shadows like the men in black , their faces set in hard lines. You faltered for a moment, taken aback by their imposing presence."Where the hell have you been?" Smoke demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "It's after midnight."

You rolled your eyes and sauntered over to the couch, flopping down onto it with a sigh. "I was out with the girls, what does it look like?" you said, feigning innocence."You reek of booze and...other things," Stack growled, his eyes narrowing as he took in her disheveled appearance. "You better not have been with anyone else.”You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. "Oh please, like either of you can talk," she said with a sneer. "I've seen the way you two look at other girls, back in those days."Smoke stepped forward, his eyes flashing with anger. "Don't try to change the subject" he snarled. "We're not going to tolerate this kind of behavior from you, little girl." You just smirked back at him, clearly enjoying the power you held over them. "Or what, big boy?" you taunted. "You gonna spank me?"In a flash, Smoke had you by the arm and was dragging you to your feet. He spun you around and pressed your face-first against the wall, his body pinning you in place.

"You're playing with fire, brat," he growled in her ear. "And me and Stack are gonna enjoy putting you in your place." You squirmed against him, you squirmed against him, as you could feel his hard cock straining against his pants pressing against your ass. You bit your lip to stifle a moan. "Go ahead then," you purred, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Show me who's boss sir”Smoke's eyes darkened with lust and he reached down to grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. “ Stack gon head and take of her panties and smell ‘em, gon head and see if the little whores been out and about cheating or not” Stack smirk widened as he roughly pulled down your panties, accidentally ripping them in the process of his eagerness.

Stack’s nostrils flared as he held the torn panties up to his nose, inhaling deeply. His eyes narrowed as he searched for any hint of a male scent on the delicate fabric. But all he could detect was the sweet, musky aroma of your arousal.He turned to face Smoke, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well," he drawled. "It seems like our little brat has been a good girl after all." Smoke tisked in mockery as his eyes bored deep into yours “ well that’s to damn bad sweetheart, we still gon have to punish you”. In all honesty you couldn’t wait to be punished, because at the end of the day, you’re still gonna get that sweet release, or so you thought. *SMACK*, *SMACK*, SMACK* you mewled as you felt your ass sting from the harsh spanks, those would definitely leave a bruise on your delicate skin “ ah ah ahh, ion wanna hear no winnin or nun, you gon take these hits like a good lil girl, ya understand me?” Smoke screwed up his face in annoyance as he didn’t hear any reply from you. “ I *SMACK* said *SMACK* do *SMACK* you *SMACK* understand *SMACK*” the last smack had you buckling at the knees as you let out pathetic whimpers and whines “ Yessss! sir i understand!” his mf hands were heavy.

“ shhh shhhh, you know i love it when you cry pretty girl” Stack muttered close to your face as he wiped your tears from your face with his thumb, placing it in his mouth he closed his eyes in delight and moaned “ very sweet with a hint of salt, just how i like it” you looked at him in with wide eyes as you never expected him to be THAT much of a freak, i guess you learn sumn new about people everyday. Stack perked up as he just got a new idea “ Speakin of sweet, lemme eat that pussy”, getting underneath you he wasted no time in latching his plump lips unto your pulsing clit which caused you to yell and brase your full body on the wall, He licked and sucked at your wet folds with unbridled enthusiasm, his tongue delving deep inside you as he sought to taste every drop of your essence. Your head fell against the wall, mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as Stack's skilled mouth worked its magic on your sensitive bundle of flesh.His fingers joined in, two of them plunging deep into your soaked cunt as he curled them just right to hit that perfect spot inside you that he knew would have you spinning .Your body shook and trembled, hips bucking against Stack's face as you rapidly approached your peak. With a final, hard suck on your clit, Stack sent you hurtling over the edge and into oblivion. Your body convulsed once again, as your juices flooded Stack's mouth and coating his face as you squirted all over him. He lapped it up hungrily, his eyes never leaving hers as he savored every last drop of you release.

Releasing your clit of his mouth with a nasty “pop” he smiled up at you cockily as your juices dropped from his beard “ damn girl, i knew you could squirt, but dat right dere is a waterpark ” he joked and patted your pussy. Laughing at his brothers remark Smoke reached down, gathering some of the grool leaking from your soaking pussy, causing you to wince from the sudden contact. He brought his coated fingers to your lips, forcing them between your teeth. "Clean them off, slut," he demanded.Moaning in response you felt his two fingers hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag reaptidly as spit spewed from the corners of your mouth. “ There you go” he cooed in your ear as he sped up his fingers. Tears fell from your face and your eyes rolled back at the protrusion in your mouth. Pulling his fingers from your mouth you gasp for air, only for it to be cut short as you felt Stacks plump lips forcefully press against yours. Gripping your throat tightly he groaned as he began to lick the spit from around your mouth, pulling away he said “ can’t be wasting your precious juices, now can we ma?”

………………………………

"On the couch," Stack barked, jerking his head towards the cushions. "Ass up, slut." You scrambled to obey, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat. Your pussy clenched with anticipation as the two men loomed over her, their eyes dark with hunger."Who do you belong to?"Smoke asked, trailing his fingers along her slit. You shivered at his touch. "You and Stack," you whimpered. "I'm yours."Smoke chuckled darkly. "Damn right you are." He slapped your pussy hard before turing around walking towards the wooden chair in the far corner “ brother you can go first, I wanna watch her crumble” smoke grunted out and opted to just just sit and watch.

With that Stack,buried himself to the hilt in your tight heat, causing the you to scream in ecstasy. You pushed back against him, desperate for more as he began to pound into you ruthlessly."Fuck, this cunt is divine," Stack groaned, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "Gonna fill it up real good."You could only moan in response, your body shaking with the force of Stack’s thrusts. Your pussy spasmed around him, growing tighter and wetter by the second. You could feel that delicious tingling sensation in your stomach as your toes clenched and mouth gaped open ready to catch flies, “ mmmmm fuck Sir, r-r-right thereee” just as you were about to cum, he slowed down his movements and instead focused on hitting deeper inside your cunt, reaching round to grab your throat, he pushed you up so that your back was touching his sweaty chest “ cum without my permission and i’ll make sure you don’t cum for a week”

You couldn’t handle it, the feeling on his cock hitting spots in your body that you never knew you had, those veins big and pulsating, bullying your little cunt with every thrust. Your hair disheveled and strewn over your face, sweat coating your body like a second skin “please daddy pleaseee let me cum!” you cried out and you felt your near rising. “ Awww my pretty princess, you look prettier when you beg” Smoke outed from the other side of the room, slouched on a chair, lighting up a joint allowing the fumes to travel out of his nose “ but sadly no.” All you could do was babble nonsense and gasps and you felt like you couldn’t even speak, every word was knocked out of you with every snap of Stack’s hips. You could feel his heavy breaths hitting your skin and his loud boisterous groans only turned you on more—making it harder to keep your orgasm at bay.

“ Awnnn FUCK! your pussy was just made for me mama, imma cum soon, and you best not dare cum after me” his thrusts sped up and you felt his meaty sacks slapping heavily against your aching clit, why did they have to be so mean to you? welp i guess you deserved it. Naughty girls don’t get to cum, now do they?.When he finally filled you with his hot seed, he moaned loudly, thrust slowing down and he stilled inside you, marking you inside and out as his property, you barely registered what was happening. You didn’t get to cum, but just the feeling of his cum painted inside your walls was enough to keep you satisfied until next time. You layed there limp and compliant as Smoke wiped you clean and dressed you in a fresh pair of panties and a t-shirt emblazoned with "Property of Stack and Smoke."

As you curled up on the couch next to your sweet men , boneless and sated, the last coherent thought that crossed your now-dumb mind was that you belonged to these two men forever now. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

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[pyraomen]

current fic ideas . . .

DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS , tiana x sammie.

sinners au/crossover — tiana rogers (portrayed by pearline) is annie’s little cousin from new orleans. the shadow man approaches her with an offer she simply cannot refuse after she failed at opening her own business several times. she got a gift to sing, her own restaurant without the white man's permission, and her father brought her back to life. what might go wrong? quit literally everything, which forces her to flee new orleans and stay with her cousin in clarksdale, mississippi. where she meets the smokestack twins little cousin, sammie moore.

(based off almost there ; a twisted tale — contains horror aspects)

I’D RATHER GO BLIND , louis x stack.

sinners au/crossover — two men, born into sin trying to climb their way out. an empty shell of a man, louis de pointe du lac longs to see his brother one final time and to find a greater purpose in life than running a brothel. freedom, some may say but that word is foreign for louis. he doesn’t get a taste of it until elias “stack” moore. a man who believes he’s already found freedom, running wild with his twin and a woman that brings him nothing but trouble. the two end up in a tangled web of sin when a silent business partnership is formed.

(based off i’d rather go blind ; etta james — contains religious imagery and a smidge of gay denial, we all saw louis confession)

[rdmasevi]

Bloodlines and Blues

Title: Bloodlines & Blues: A Sinners fanfiction

Pairing: Stack and Smoke x reader fem ( Vampire )

Warnings: None

Summary: a tale of forbidden love, eternal longing, and the complex dance between predator and protector.

The scent of aged wood and spilt whiskey lingered in the air as the juke joint pulsed with life. Smoke and Stack Moore, the twin brothers who had returned from Chicago, had transformed the old sawmill into a haven of music and mirth. Their cousin Sammie’s guitar sang tales of sorrow and hope, drawing souls from miles around.

I watched from the shadows, the dim light casting a soft glow on my pale skin. As a vampire who had roamed the earth for centuries, I had seen empires rise and fall, but nothing captivated me like the raw energy of this place. And nothing drew me in like the twins.

Smoke, with his brooding intensity, bore the weight of past traumas. His eyes, deep pools of pain and passion, met mine across the room, igniting a spark neither of us could deny. Stack, ever the charmer, approached me with a grin, his playful banter hiding a depth I yearned to explore.

Our connections deepened over stolen moments and whispered conversations. With Smoke, I found solace; with Stack, exhilaration. They were two halves of a whole, and I was caught in their gravitational pull.

But darkness loomed. Remmick, the Irish-immigrant vampire, sought to exploit the very essence of this place. His arrival brought chaos, turning friends into foes and lovers into monsters. Mary, Stack’s former flame, succumbed to the curse, her transformation a harbinger of the battles to come.

As the juke joint became a battleground, I stood by the twins, revealing my true nature. Together, we fought against the encroaching darkness, our bonds tested and strengthened amidst the bloodshed.

In the aftermath, with the sun rising and the horrors of the night behind us, we found solace in each other. Smoke, Stack, and I—three souls intertwined by fate, love, and the eternal dance of night and day.

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[yassbishimvintage]

Welcome to Chicago

A/N: The First installment of Sinners fanfic enjoy

Sinners Masterlist

Chicago 1926

The SmokeStack twins have made their claim to the city. Fresh from war and from Clarksdale,Mississippi. Stack, the ever so charming one. Looked around the city and smiled at his brother Smoke.

Stack adjusted his hat, the brim low over his eyes, but that smile—sharp as a razor and twice as dangerous—cut through the cold Chicago wind.

"Smell that, Smoke?" he said, his voice smooth like molasses but with an edge of iron. "Opportunity. This city don't know it yet, but it belongs to us now."

Smoke, broader in the shoulders and quieter by nature, just lit a fresh cigarette, the match flaring against the dark. He took a long drag and exhaled slow, watching the smoke curl into the sky like a signal.

"Ain't nothin' here but dirt and death, Stack," Smoke muttered, his Mississippi drawl still thick despite the months up north. "Same as back home. Just colder."

Stack laughed, that easy, dangerous laugh that had gotten them out of trouble more times than Smoke could count. Or into it.

"Nah, brother. This ain't Cocksdale. This is Chicago. Where dirt turns to gold if you got the stomach for it. And we? We got stomachs full of war and sin. These city boys—they ain't ready for Smoke and Stack."

He slapped his brother’s back, eyes already scanning the streets lined with flickering lamps and the distant thump of jazz clubs. The Outfit ran things now, but Stack had plans. Plans that started with blood and ended with empire.

"Let’s make our introduction," Stack grinned. "Real polite-like. And then we'll take everything else."

Stack looked around and he saw her. She had the pinned up curls. Skin just like honey. 

Stack's smile faltered—just a flicker—but in a man like him, even a flicker meant something.

She stood across the street, framed by the golden haze of a streetlamp and the shimmer of rain slick on the pavement. Pinned curls neat as Sunday morning, but her eyes? They had Saturday night written all over them. Skin rich and warm, like honey poured slow.

She wasn’t looking at him, not yet. But Stack, he already knew. Knew the way trouble smelled sweet before it burned you.

"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered, half to himself.

Smoke caught the shift in his brother’s stance—the stillness, the sudden quiet—and followed his gaze.

"Don't even think about it, Stack," Smoke grunted, flicking ash to the gutter. "We came for business. Not for some city girl to put a noose 'round your neck."

But Stack, he was already stepping off the curb, hat tipped back just so, that crooked grin sliding back into place like a loaded gun.

"Brother," he drawled, "sometimes business starts with a pretty face."

And the city, big and mean and cold, seemed to hold its breath as Stack crossed the street, heading toward the honey-skinned woman who just might change everything.

Stack adjusted his collar, smoothing down the lapels of his coat as he closed the distance. His boots clicked against the wet pavement, each step slow, deliberate—like a man who had all the time in the world and planned to take it.

Up close, she was even more dangerous. Eyes sharp, like she’d seen men like him a hundred times and knew exactly how they fell. But still, she let him get close enough to smell the faint perfume on her skin—jasmine and something darker underneath.

"You lost, soldier?" she asked, voice low and smooth, like a record spinning late at night when the bar’s almost empty.

Stack let that grin spread, all charm and teeth. "Depends who’s asking."

She arched a brow, cool but not cold. "Annalise." She didn’t offer a last name. Didn’t need to. The way she said it made it sound like a promise and a warning all at once.

"Stack," he said, tipping his hat just a little. "And that big fella back there, that’s my brother, Smoke."

Annalise’s eyes flicked past him to Smoke, then back. "Cute names. Like a bad omen."

Stack chuckled, deep and warm. "We’ve been called worse, darlin'."

She shifted her weight, one heel tapping softly against the ground. "Well, Stack, you might want to watch your step. In this city, pretty boys with Southern smiles tend to disappear before they can unpack their bags."

Stack leaned in just enough, voice dropping to a murmur. "Good thing I didn’t come here to unpack. I came to claim."

Annalise held his gaze a beat longer, then smiled—not sweet, but sharp as a knife’s edge. "You’re gonna need more than charm for that."

And just like that, Stack knew—Chicago wasn’t the only thing he wanted to get his hands on.

-

Stack's smile was easy, but his eyes stayed sharp as razors. He tipped his head, watching her like a man sizing up a card table before placing his bet.

"Tell me what you do, pretty lady," he drawled, voice smooth like good bourbon.

Annalise's lips curled, just enough to show she wasn’t impressed—or maybe she was, but she’d never let him know it.

"I sing," she said simply, letting the words hang there between them like cigarette smoke. "At Le Mirage down on State Street. Maybe you’ve heard of it."

Stack’s grin widened. He hadn’t, but he liked the way she said it. Like the place belonged to her, or maybe like she owned every man who stepped inside.

"A singer," he mused, tilting his head. "Figures. A voice sweet enough to get a man killed."

Annalise’s eyes flickered, something colder there now. "Sweet don’t keep me alive in this city, sugar. Knowing when to shut my mouth does."

Stack laughed low. "Well now, ain’t that a shame. I was hopin’ to hear you sometime."

She stepped in a little closer—close enough that Stack caught that jasmine scent again, but her words were cool enough to freeze the air between them.

"Maybe you will. If you last long enough in Chicago to see Friday night."

Then she turned, curls bouncing as she started to walk away, heels clicking against the wet street. But just before she disappeared into the dark, she glanced back over her shoulder.

"Le Mirage. Midnight show. Don’t be late, Stack."

And just like that, she was gone—leaving Stack standing there, grinning like a fool, already knowing he was in deeper than he planned.

Behind him, Smoke muttered, "I told you. City girl’s gonna get you killed."

Stack just chuckled, eyes still on the spot where Annalise vanished. "Maybe, brother. But what a way to go."

Le Mirage hit them like a punch of heat and brass the second they stepped inside. Smoke thick as fog curled around the red velvet curtains, and the thrum of a stand-up bass rolled through the floorboards. The place was packed wall-to-wall: city boys in sharp suits, gang men with fat rings on their fingers, and dames dressed like every night might be their last big score.

Stack’s eyes swept the room, hungry, sharp—searching for that honey-skinned woman with the pinned curls.

But she found them first.

A soft voice, right at his shoulder. "Didn’t think you’d show."

Stack stiffened, then turned slow. And there she was—Annalise, dressed in midnight blue that caught the dim light like the surface of still water. Her pinned curls were perfect, but her eyes? They glittered with something wilder now.

"Couldn’t miss your show," Stack said, that grin sliding back into place. "Smoke and I, we got front-row curiosity."

Smoke grunted behind him, already sizing up the exits and the muscle leaning by the bar.

Annalise’s smile was small but knowing. "You boys are a long way from Mississippi. And you’re already in deeper than you realize." She leaned in, voice dropping low so only they could hear. "You made waves just by walkin’ in here. The kind of waves that get men followed home."

Stack’s grin didn’t falter, but his eyes narrowed, just a hair. "That a warning, darlin’?"

"It’s a fact," Annalise said, straightening up. "And facts don’t care how pretty you smile."

She stepped back, smoothing her dress, and nodded toward the stage. "Enjoy the show, Stack. But keep your head on a swivel. Le Mirage—it ain’t just for music."

Then she was gone again, slipping through the crowd with the grace of someone who knew exactly who was watching—and wanted them to.

Smoke muttered under his breath. "Told you. Trouble."

Stack just licked his lips, that fire lighting in his chest. "Yeah. But she’s my kind of trouble."

Up on the stage, the house band started to play, the lights dimmed, and somewhere in the shadows, men with cold eyes took note of the two strangers from Cocksdale.

And the night? The night was just getting started.

-

The lights dimmed until only the stage glowed soft and golden, like a secret whispered in the dark.

Then she appeared.

Annalise stepped into that light slow, deliberate, every move practiced to perfection. The room hushed—not because they wanted to, but because she commanded it.

Her dress clung to her like sin, dark blue velvet that shimmered with every sway of her hips. Her pinned curls caught the light just enough to make them gleam like a halo—an angel's crown, if angels had ever learned to smile like that.

And then she sang.

The first note slipped out like warm honey, low and smooth, wrapping around every man in the club and pulling them in closer.

"When the night falls slow… and the devil comes to dance…"

Stack felt it hit him square in the chest. That voice—it wasn’t just a song. It was a net, and he’d walked right into it with open arms.

Smoke shifted beside him, eyes scanning the corners of the club, catching the way certain men leaned in too close, the glint of steel at one table, the hard stares at another.

But Stack? He only had eyes for Annalise.

Because now he understood. This wasn’t just a performance. This was a ritual.

Every time she found a new admirer—someone bold or foolish enough to think they could touch her—she sang like this. Luring them in deeper, making sure they were well and truly tangled before the trap snapped shut.

Her gaze flickered toward him mid-verse, just a flicker, but it felt like a shot fired straight at his heart.

"You can call my name… but you’ll never stand a chance…"

Smoke leaned in close, voice tight. "We got eyes on us, Stack. Real eyes. More than one table. You feel that?"

But Stack didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Because right then, Annalise hit that high note, her voice breaking just enough to make every man in that club lean in like moths to flame.

And Stack knew—deep in his bones—that she wasn’t just singing for him.

She was setting the stage.

For what, he didn’t know yet.

But it was coming.

And it had her name written all over it.

-

The final note of Annalise’s song hung in the air like a blade suspended mid-swing. The crowd erupted in applause—cheers, whistles, the clink of glasses. But beneath that noise, Stack felt it. That low, crawling tension. The kind that made a man’s shoulders go tight without knowing why.

Smoke was already shifting. "Doors just locked." His voice was gravel. "Did you hear that click?"

Stack blinked, pulling himself back from the spell Annalise had wrapped around him. He caught it now—the bouncers weren’t watching the crowd. They were watching him and Smoke. The ones at the back doors? Already standing shoulder-to-shoulder. No one was leaving unless they said so.

And Annalise—she didn’t go backstage like a regular singer would. No, she stayed right there at the edge of the stage, one hand on the mic stand, eyes scanning the room. Cool. Calm. Like she’d just lit the fuse and was waiting to see where the explosion landed.

Stack’s grin dropped. Finally.

Smoke muttered, "Told you this place wasn’t just for music. We walked into a goddamn cage match."

The band kept playing, a soft tune now, but Stack noticed half of them were watching the exits too.

Then they saw him.

A big man in a sharp pinstripe suit, shoulders like a truck, stepped out from the shadows near the VIP booth. Gold ring flashing on one hand, the other holding a cigar like it was a weapon. His face was a map of old scars and broken promises.

Dominic "Dom" Lucetti. Capo in the Outfit. The kind of man who didn’t come out unless there was business—and blood—on the line.

He clapped slow, eyes fixed on Stack and Smoke.

"Well, well," Dom rumbled, voice carrying over the thinning applause. "The famous SmokeStack twins. Fresh off the train from Mississippi, thinking they can carve a piece outta my city."

The room went still. Every patron suddenly more interested in their drinks. Even the air seemed to thin.

Stack straightened his collar, forced that old grin back on. "Didn’t realize we were so popular already."

Dom chuckled, dark and humorless. "You made ripples, boys. Big ones. And ripples turn to waves." He gestured around. "This? This is me... making sure the waves don’t get too high."

Behind Stack, Smoke’s hand hovered near his coat—where he kept steel.

And from the stage, Annalise finally spoke.

"Play nice, Dom. They just got here." Her voice was sweet, but her eyes—when they flicked to Stack—were sharp as cut glass.

Dom laughed, a low rumble. "I am playing nice. For now." He turned his attention back to Stack. "So here’s the game, Southern boy: you walk outta here tonight... maybe with a few bruises, maybe not. But you walk out only if you make me believe you’re smart enough to fall in line."

Stack's jaw clenched. He could feel Smoke tensing beside him, ready for the fight.

Annalise stepped down from the stage, slow and graceful, coming to stand between Dom and the twins. Not close enough to take sides. But just close enough to remind everyone she was the one who set this whole thing spinning.

Her eyes met Stack’s, unreadable.

The choice hung there, heavy as a loaded gun.

Play along? Or make their claim the hard way, fists and bullets?

Stack’s fingers curled into fists at his side.

Dom smiled wider. "Well? What’s it gonna be, Mississippi?"

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[melancholymetropolis]

“I heard the twins were back in town."

My husband’s voice floated about the room as he dried his hair. Bill was only wearing his pajama bottoms and his chest was bare. Stray droplets of water dripped from head, down his pecs and along his abs. I broke my gaze once he pulled a shirt over his bare skin, disturbing my view.

"They are," I sighed, rubbing lotion between my palms. "I saw Stack near the station, while I was picking up the shipment. Along Mary and Preacher Boy."

A shiver ran down my spine at the mention of her name from my lips. I had tried my best to avoid her at all costs. But, just like Stack, she wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. She sent letter after letter to my house. Begging and pleading to have a conversation. Claiming that her guilt was eating her up something fierce and she could barely sleep. 

That was right after Maddie was born. 

She even tried to come over to my house, but Bill stopped her before she could get too close to me. Practically tore her a new one for disturbing my nap after nursing the ever-hungry newborn. 

I knew right then that I wanted to marry him. 

Through the mirror on the vanity, I could see him rise from the bed. His fingers pressed tightly together and a deep frown on his lips. He took small steps toward me, hesitation oozing from his being. Several deep breaths fell from his lips before he met his gaze in the mirror.

"He spoke to you, didn't he?" The look of sadness deepened to one of sorrow. Almost like his soul was aching at the statement.

“He did,” I said, massaging the cream into my neck. “But, your daughter called him ugly and sent him away with a glare.”

The smile turned into a sad smile at the statement. “Fearless little thing. She gets it from you.”

I hummed softly as he reached for the cream and took a dollop from the top. He rubbed it between his palms just like I had moments before. With a firm grip, he kneaded the lotion into my shoulders. My eyes rolled closed as I leaned into his touch and moaned. 

“Baby, I need to ask you something,” Bill said, after a silent moment. “Promise me you won’t be upset.”

“I’ll try my best.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?”

I shot from the bench of my vanity and spun around to face him— causing him to stumble back a few steps. “William Chow, explain yourself this minute!”

He raises his hands in surrender and takes another step back. “Baby, you knew this would come up. You always said they would come back home eventually. Part of me thought that meant you wanted to see him again.”

“No,” I snapped back. “That meant that I would have to explain to your daughter why she looks damn near identical to an absolute stranger. Not that I was in love with him!”

“Y/N, we never talk about it,” Bill rebutted, his tone softer than mine. “Not since we first got married. You pretend like the man doesn’t exist and it has left me wondering a few things.”

“Like what?” I interjected. “I will take Maddie and run away with him?”

Bill flinched like I slapped him, but didn’t say a word. 

That was exactly what he thought I’d do.

A lone tear rolled down my cheek as my lip began to quiver. I turned my back to him and placed both palms on the edge of the vanity. A million thoughts swirled in my mind. Images of Stack laying his head on my chest, Mary gloating about how he did the same thing to her, Bill holding my hand during my delivery because Anne was too far away and my baby girl crying for the first time after 12 hours of labor. The vow that I made to her that I would choose a better daddy than her lying, cheating sperm donor. Someone that was kind, patient and full of love; ready to give it away at any moment. 

Someone like William Chow, Bo’s baby brother. A Malaysian immigrant turned baker, damn near identical to his kin with hair past his shoulders. His strawberry and cream donuts were all I ever craved while pregnant. I would gather as much change as I had to snag two at the end of the week, he would alway sneak me an extra one. Bill was the only one to speak to me after it became very obvious I was pregnant. The whole town knew it was Stack’s, since our relationship was hardly private. But, when he left, everyone treated me like spoiled goods. Barely made eye contact and snickered behind my back. Fearing that Stack would shoot them where they stood for looking at me funny.

But, Bill was not scared of any of that. Stack loved his strawberry donuts just as much as I did. Meaning, that Stack would rather cut off his own pinky than cross Bill or the Chow family. 

“After all this time, you still think he has a hold on me?” I whispered as another tear rolled down my cheeks. “After everything we’ve been through?”

“Honey, he can give you things I can’t,” Bill countered. 

The silent part hinted loudly: He could give you more children.

That was William’s only fatal flaw, if one could even count it as such. He was impotent. The possibility of having children together was slim to none, which was why he remained single all that time. Some women wanted a family and others needed a kind of pleasure only a certain an could give. But, that didn’t matter to me. Sex wasn’t a deal breaker for me. I had learned that sex didn’t mean love, nor affection. It was a simple pass time that felt good. It didn’t hold emotion, unless you wanted it to. And like an idiot, I held enough emotion for Stack and I both. Yet, it still wasn’t enough to make him stay. 

We had tried all kinds of herbs, old wives tales and remedies, but it hardly ever worked. His member would stiffen, but not long enough to really have fun. Still, I didn’t care. Bill more than made up for it with his mouth and fingers. He would have me screaming all the way to sunrise.

I turned to face him. I could see tears starting to form in his eyes. His tanned skin turned a faint red, as he pressed a hand to his mouth to stifle his whimpers. Bill’s shoulders shook with sadness as his chest rose and fell rapidly. The sheer thought of losing me, of losing Madeline, was tearing him apart at the seams. I had never seen him cry until that moment and it broke my heart.

I took several strides over to him, leaving a foot of space between us. “Can I hold you, baby?”

“Please,” he sobbed, lifting his head.

I took a final step and pressed my body against his. My head resting on his shoulder and my arms hugging his upper back. Bill gripped my waist with a pressure that was almost painful, but it didn’t bother me. I knew he needed me close.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I’d lose you two,” he whimpered into my hair. “I don’t  think I would survive, Y/N. I truly do not.”

“I would’ve been maggot food if it weren’t for your generosity all those years ago,” I said, rubbing his back. “No man was willing to marry an already pregnant woman. Let alone the broken possession of the Moore twins. Only you would talk to me. Not only talk, but smile. God, your smile would be like sunshine on a rainy day. It kept me warm for hours.”

Bill’s whimpering stopped, but his hold was still firm. “You don’t have to lie, Y/N.”

“I’ve never lied to you, Bill. Not once since we’ve met,” I said, drawing circles on his back. “I’m not about to start now. I love you far too much to let a criminal come between us.”

He pulled back gently and faced me. Tears streaming down his face, he looked at me like I was his entire world and it broke my heart. I brought a hand to his face and placed it on his damp cheek. He leaned into the palm and placed a hand atop mine. His eyes fluttered closed as a shaky breath fell from his lips. Bill's entire body relaxed at my unwavering presence. The floodgates were completely lowered as the tears continued to fall from his eyes. But I knew they weren't for sadness or desperation, like before. These were tears of relief and compassion.

“I love you, William Chow,” I said once our eyes finally met. “More than you'll ever know. More than I can put in words.”

“You are my world,” he replied, pressing his forehead to mine. “And Madeline is my sun. I would be dark and lonely without you both.”

A tear spilled from my eye, which he caught with his thumb and swiped away. His lips were on mine before I could blink. Our bodies pressed together so tightly we could crack an egg. He held me in his arms if I would disappear at any given moment. Kissed me like I would be stolen away from him. The action made the tears pour faster. Our hands gripped each other's clothes before the desire to tear them off struck. 

My hands slithered up his pajama top slowly. Fingers brushing his toned abdomen and structured hips. My touch moved from front to back— I dragged my nails against his lower spine. Bill shivered at my touch and moved his kisses from my lips to my neck. A gasp escaped my mouth as his tongue licked a sensitive part of my neck. A moan followed shortly after as teeth found that vein and dragged it across it. A lovely nip earned him another moan. His hand kneaded my soft rear as he sucked the delicate skin of my neck. His hips ground into mine and I felt his member between us. Stiff and ready to use. 

“Tell me how you want me, suga,” he purred in my ear. “My head between your legs.” Bill’s hot tongue ran across my ear. “You sitting that pretty pussy on my face.” He gave it a little nip. “Or, we see if the new herbs are really up for the challenge.” He ground his hips into me once more and I moaned loudly. 

“Yes,” I replied, breathlessly. “All of the above.”

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a/n: where did all of y'all come from?! i did not expect this but hey! i'm happy you're here! once again, let me know if you wanna be in the taglist. Smut will be in the next chapter.

also, bear with me. i might not be able to post regularly, but i will try my best to post often.

Part III Masterlist

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[innorality]

reconciliation with stack after the argument (part one here)

(part two of the angsty post I made)

you felt silly, truly. you honestly could not believe yourself as you walked towards Club Juke, their club—his club, holding onto the fur coat he had formely stolen for you. when you walked out after the argument, you had sworn to yourself that you would forget about him for good. screw him and his perfect smile, his honey-coated voice and his warm, familiar embrace.

truth is,

you felt ill without him.

7 years. it's been seven years since you had last seen him, and now that he's finally back, you had this underlying feeling that you couldn't just scream at him and leave. you needed him too much.

your heels dug in the grass below your feet as you walked hesitantly, finally getting to the door where Cornbread was standing. "now, that's a face I haven't seen in a while. how you been, sugar?" his deep husky voice comforting you, you smiled. "I don't... i don't really know." your fingers tightened against the fur of your coat. "I get it. it's been a long time." he walked down the two stairs that separated the both of you, getting closer to you.

"stack told me about the argument. i told him that no amount of money could teach him how to properly talk to a woman. that man's a true pain in the behind, ain't he?" his hand landed on the top of your head, petting it while you giggled. "hell yeah, he is."

"don't work yourself up, sugar. get in there and have fun, yeah?" you nodded and he stepped back, letting you in.

the loud music that was being played by a local band hit your ears, but you paid no mind. you headed straight for the bar, and sat infront of grace who was already grabbing a glass for you. "didn't expect to see you here." she commented, "nobody did." you shot back. "beer?" she went for the bottle and opened it, "please." you nodded.

"hope you've got some real coins to pay. all we get from the people here are wooden ones." she poured you a glass and slid it towards you, but a masculine voice echoed from behind you, overcoming the loud music with ease.

"it's on the house, for her." you didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. "if stack says so," grace shrugged, walking towards another client, leaving the two fo you alone.

you couldn't even get a sip of your beer before his hands slid around your jaw, cupping your jaw. he leaned down next to your ear. "you came." he affirmed, as if to confirm it to himself. "I had to see the club for myself." "and?" "definitely not worth the seven years." he quickly pecked your cheek before letting go of you and sitting next to you.

"you're still on about that." he looked straight at you but you refused to give him the pleasure of seeing your eyes. "how could I not?" and he surrendered, "you're right. i'm sorry." that caught your attention. stack was never one to admit he was at fault, and that realization made you turn to him slowly.

"i'm sorry for everything. for disappearing. for being so superficial. for not writing. for not even saying goodbye." he scooted over next to you and grabbed your waist, closing the distance between the two of you. he pressed his forehead against yours and your gaze flickered down to his lips.

"I love you." he mumbled. "say that again." "I love you."

"again."

"I love you."

"one more time."

"I love you more than anything else in the world."

you bit your lip and chewed slightly. you were torn between smashing the glass cup that was next to you on his head, and kissing him like you needed him to breath.

"fuck." you sighed out, looking back up at his eyes. "what?" he chuckled. "I really want to kill you, as of right now. but I also really, really, want to kiss you." and he smiled wider. that damn smile. "they say the line between hatred and love is blurry like fog."

"don't ever leave me again, elias." and you saying his name like that made his stomach twist in adoration, he really fucking misses you. "never again, I promise." and finally, he leaned in to kiss you. he pressed his lips against yours and you mirrored him, your arms snaking around his neck to cage him in.

you were weak for stack.

you were weak for elias moore just as much as he was weak for you.

[thevelvetwhispers]

Elias 'Stack' Moore — SINNERS Masterlist

@euon111a — smokestack blues

@crystalgemcrusaders — til death do us part

@writerofautumnnights — a dance with the devil

@livingmybestfakelife — love rollercoaster

@rdmasevi — blood & blues

@aviawrites — love bites

@fckwritersblock — i never told you [part 1]

@fckwritersblock — what i should've said

@cloveroctobers — act right

@raysogroovy — lead astray [part 1]

@notapradagurl7 — his woman

@mrsknowitallll — soon as i get home

@luna-thecreator — glint and gone

@coldeforprez — is it the way

@solastarr — ms. notsoindepentdent

@willyoubemycherryy — no guidance | fyt

@saudad3 — private photoshoot [prison!au]

@boujaeelibrat — dan

@kumkaniudaku — creatures of the night

@pyraomen — jolene, i am a woman too

@bxunyx — mr. wrong

@enticingmelanin — the reckoning

@szatears — fashion killa [modern!au]

@bananafieldnotes — outta control

@spencersmopbucket — daddy's girl

@mereyapalais — les retrouvailles

@theethighpriestess — light my fire

[writerbee-ffs]

Lost Soul

Modern Vampire Stack x Reader(s). Three Generations of black women.

“The eyes are the windows to the soul...”

He had seen those eyes once before. He had fallen for their warm brown hues—tones that reminded him of a simpler time, a version of life before death had touched him. Those eyes made him feel alive in a world where he had long since stopped living. They had once belonged to her, but now… they belonged to someone else. Still, they stirred something deep in him, something ancient. When he looked into them, it was as if his soul—lost for centuries—had finally been found.

Elias “Stack” Moore had been turned in 1932. After the Juke Joint tragedy, he walked the world alone, never letting anyone close. Why would he? He had watched his twin brother, Elijah, die. His lover, Mary, shattered by the guilt of turning him, never recovered. Every bond he formed unraveled in death or abandonment. He remained untouched by time—skin still supple, frozen in the prime of his 30s, even as the decades wore on.

Then he met her in 1992. ShaNiece. She changed everything. With her, life felt worth living—until it wasn’t. Her death tore that hope away.

For years, he drifted, a soul half-buried, until 2025. That’s when he saw her again—not ShaNiece, but someone who felt like her. Solana. There was something hauntingly familiar in her gaze, in her presence. She awakened something in him he thought was lost forever.

What Elias didn’t know was that their connection ran deeper than memory. It was fate—waiting, watching, circling back.

Mini Series. Unsure of how much it will consist of. Just enjoying writing again so here I am… writing!

A Sinners FanFic by WriterBee