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“AT THE SAME DAMN TIME.”, chap one, chapt two, chap three.

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

“Don’t let me walk out this house lookin’ basic.”

You sat in Sevyn’s bathroom, your legs crossed under you while she dipped into edge control and eyed her parts in the mirror. A pile of synthetic hair bundles sat between y’all like some kind of offering. You’d been braiding each other’s hair for years, but today? It felt different. Intentional. A little…competitive.

Because Smoke and Stack were gonna be at that party. And like Sevyn said earlier—this had to be bitch-you-lost-me loud. Your hair was already halfway done—soft, loose boho knotless braids with curly ends that framed your face like silk. Sevyn’s would match. You told everyone it was so y’all could be twins for the summer.

By the time y’all were finished, the sun was getting low, casting that golden hour light on your skin as you both stood in the mirror, checking your angles. Sevyn wore a lime green swimsuit with clear heels. You chose the cherry-red bikini—the one Mary would’ve killed to fit the way you did. You tied a mesh skirt around your waist, hoop earrings in, clear gloss shined up, gold anklet catching the light.

“You look like a damn problem,” Sevyn said, snapping a photo. “Good,” you smirked. “I wanna ruin somebody’s night.”

•several hours later,

The bass from the backyard speakers was deep enough to vibrate through your chest. The crowd was thick—bodies half-drunk, glittering in oil and chlorine. You and Sevyn walked in side-by-side, braids swinging, skin glowing, confidence high.

Y’all mingled with a few people you knew from high school, laughed over plastic cups, and dipped your feet in the pool before finally slipping in waist-deep. The water was warm from the sun, and for a moment—you almost forgot about the real reason you were here. Until you saw him.

Smoke.

Fresh cut, black tee stuck to his chest, chain resting against his collarbone. He wasn’t in the pool, just standing to the side with a drink in his hand, cigar tucked behind his ear, eyes locked on you like you were the only thing worth watching.

But then—him.

Stack.

Leaning back in one of the patio chairs, shirtless, glistening, laughing with his head tilted back. And sitting next to him? Mary. Long-legged. Bikini too small. Hair damp from the pool. And she was giggling like she’d never heard a joke that funny in her life. Your smile dropped. Your stomach twisted. Ugly and mean. You didn’t even notice the way your lips pushed into a pout until Sevyn whispered, “Bitch, relax.”

You inhaled once. Smoothed your expression. Then let a slow smirk spread across your face. “Nah,” you said, wading toward the steps. “I’m good.” You walked up to Smoke, water still dripping from your thighs, mesh skirt clinging to your curves. His eyes followed the drops. Then rose—slow and hooded—to meet yours. “You always watch this hard, or is it just me?”He didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink. “It’s you,” he said simply.

You stepped closer, real close. Chin tilted up. The music slowed into something bass-heavy and slick, and suddenly you didn’t care who was watching. “And what you gon’ do about it?” Smoke set his drink down. Palmed the back of your waist, warm and confident, drawing you into him with quiet heat. “Come here,” he said low.

And you did.

The kiss hit different. Slow. Warm. Wet. His lips moved like he already knew how you tasted. Like he was just confirming what he imagined. Your fingers gripped the front of his shirt, lips parting, and he kissed you again, deeper—his hand sliding down to the small of your back like he’d claimed it.

You didn’t know how long it lasted. But you knew when it ended. Because suddenly, a voice snapped from behind you.“Man, what the fuck?!” You pulled back, blinking. Stack was standing there, arms wide, face twisted up. Mary was beside him, eyes darting from you to Smoke to Stack like she couldn’t believe what was happening. “What is your problem?” she snapped at Stack.

“Why do you care if she’s over there with Smoke?!” “Because!” he barked, hands dropping. “Because it’s her! You don’t get it.”People had turned by now. Faces watching. Eyes wide. Mary threw her hands up. “No, you don’t get it! You been flirting with me, making me think—!” “Man, I don’t owe you nothin’,” Stack spat.

And right there, in front of everyone, they were yelling. Mary’s voice sharp, Stack’s louder. Your name came up once—“You was just tryna get back at her!”—but you stopped listening. Your stomach was tight. Your face hot. Smoke’s arm was still around your waist, but the moment had died. Sevyn found you quick. “We gotta go,” she whispered, already tugging your hand. “They just killed the whole damn mood.”

You nodded numbly. Turned to leave.

But before you did—you looked at Smoke. Reached in your purse. Pulled out a pen and slid it across his hand. Your number. “For when the mess dies down,” you said. You didn’t say it was to get back at Stack.You didn’t say you actually liked that kiss. You just walked off. Braids swinging Heart racing.And Smoke?

Smoke watched you go.

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INTRODUCING BAYOU!READER

MEET EVE . . . raised by her grandmother who practices hoodoo, spends most of her days down by the marsh, likes to garden, sits outside to listen to the rain, best friends with lisa chow, makes mojo bags for the twins, loves cooking for her family, has a book on different species of insects, listens to muddy waters on repeat.

BAYOU!READER grew up with the smokestack twins. her grandmother took them in when their mama passed. they were always together, if you seen her than you knew the twins weren't far behind.

BAYOU!READER when she was old enough to understand the wisdom of hoodoo she started studying day and night to ensure that the twins were always safe no matter what.

BAYOU!READER and lisa became friends due to her grandmother always going to the chows store for little bits and bobs. lisa being the more reserved out of the pair it out awhile for her to open up to eve.

BAYOU!READER hated mary from the moment stack introduce them. a stuck up white lady having an affair with her stack. she didn't speak to stack for a week until she ran into stack at the train station. "so you're going to have me chase you around town?"

BAYOU!READER the day at the train station played on repeat in her head. she tried to push him away but he had his claws hooked into her so deep. "why are you avoiding me?" he sounded hurt, yet you couldn't look him in the eye, "m' not, just been busy is all." he can tell you are lying, "you have. everytime i try to talk too you, you pretend i'm a stranger." you don't say anything.. what can you say? so you just stare at him. " the silence is cruel and you were never cruel, ♡."

BAYOU!READER who collapsed at the weight of his words, "what do you want me to say elias?" voice cracking. features soft yet devastating. "hm? you want me to confess that every time i see how you hold her that i wish it were me?" stack watches you, like he always does, yet instead of a smart remark he stays silent. "now that's cruel. watching the one person you love be with someone else." you barely say above a whisper. you turn to walk away, "i have to keep you safe. you have to know that before anything else." his words drill a deep hole into your stomach, "safe?!" you say it as if it's a forbidden word. "i never asked for you to keep me safe!" raising your voice making a few heads turn.

BAYOU!READER who finally tells stack how she felt. "i just wanted you. elias moore, not stack. yet that was never enough was it?" she says it confidently like she has his feelings figured out, until stack speaks up "it's always been enough. even when i'm out here killing, stealing and all of the above my mind was always on you, not her." his eyes never leaving you. "if you were to get hurt because of me, because of the shit i'm doing out here, i would kill them niggas." his face hardening at the thought of you being harmed.

BAYOU!READER who feels her and stack hearts begin to beat in sync when they share their first long awaited kiss on the train platform.

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𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ⵑ 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐏ⵑ𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 | 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓.

before anyone says “dad bf?! gross!!” dadbf! is simply a term for an olderman that gives a role like of authority / figure for their partner !

must have or / be logged into twitter to access the videos.

these videos are based on my interpretation of smoke.

most videos are black men but other videos of different races simply bc i think it’s something stack would do :3

papa smoke giving you backshots ! ( non black man )

camping trip with smoke !

making your mark on smoke !

riding smoke until your legs shake !

mirror sex with smoke !

smoke handling your attitude !

smoke making your squirt for the first time && talking you through it !

deep strokes and eye contact with smoke !

car sex with smoke !

smoke face fucking you until you make a mess !

smoke eating you out !

smoke making you choke on it ! ( non black man )

smoke making you go dumb and brain dead ! ( non black man )

👩🏽‍🍳 : @prettyfilmz , @hallucinagin , @woahitslucyylu , @queenofklonnie22 , @cafeluvs , @earthreturn , @bl3ssyn , @michifilmz , @tonichildsdaughterduh , @thebumbqueen , @tojisteddy , @nahimjustfeelingit-writes , @christinabae , @ami-s-k , @pinkkycherrish, @decayingearf

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she just wanted to be out with her homegirl😔, #justicefordandi

dandelion!reader snuck out with her friend && farmer!dadbf!stack is NOT happy

🌼 @prettyfilmz , @hallucinagin , @woahitslucyylu , @queenofklonnie22 , @cafeluvs , @earthreturn , @bl3ssyn , @michifilmz , @tonichildsdaughterduh , @thebumbqueen , @tojisteddy , @nahimjustfeelingit-writes , @christinabae , @ami-s-k , @pinkkycherrish

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omg they’re so cuteee togetherrrr

meet dandelion!reader and farmer!dadbf!stack

p.s farmer!dadbf!stack will be added too this list of smoke and stack aus hehe 💗

🌼 @prettyfilmz , @hallucinagin , @woahitslucyylu , @queenofklonnie22 , @cafeluvs , @earthreturn , @bl3ssyn , @michifilmz , @tonichildsdaughterduh , @thebumbqueen , @tojisteddy , @nahimjustfeelingit-writes , @christinabae , @ami-s-k

[chromehoney]

LMFAOOO,

Lmaooo 😂💀😭

I thought yall would find humor in this 😂@nahimjustfeelingit-writes @spookysanta

@jazziejax @soufcakmistress @miyuhpapayuh @chromehoney @maugustiee

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😩😩😩😩

Okay, I’ll stop now 😝

[chromehoney]

hey guys!! i see your requests — ‘m not ignoring them! i’ll try to have them all done by the end of this upcoming week.

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nawt a zodiac aficionado but it’s officially cancer szn AHHHHHH

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exactly !! this is why i write majority for smoke and less of stack !!!

I just love me some Smoke. Love a grown ass, silent ass, confident ass man. Something about a man that doesn’t gotta say SHIT for everyone to know he’s in the room. A man who means what tf he says. He said FAWK all that talk, I’m bout that action 😫 Also a man that LOVES black women 🫦 It’s always gon be Smoke fah me!

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LMFAOOOO,

“AT THE SAME DAMN TIME,” chapt two.

The bag was heavier this time. You made sure of it. No half drops. No quick getaways. You had enough of Ms. Moore’s coconut oil mix to last her through the end of the month—more than enough to justify walking back into her shop without looking like you were looking for anybody.

But you still smoothed down your shorts in the parking lot before heading in. The bell over the door jingled the same way it always did, but the air inside the beauty supply felt warmer this time. Heavy, like it was waiting for you.

Ms. Moore was behind the counter, tying her apron tight around her waist. Her locs were wrapped up in a printed scarf, earrings catching the light when she looked up.

“Aha, you back already? Didn’t take you long, huh?” You grinned, holding up the brown bag. “Didn’t want you to run out.” She raised her brows, clearly not fooled. “Mmhmm.” But before you could say more, your eyes shifted—and there they were.

Stack, propped up near the magazine rack with a toothpick in his mouth and that same cocky tilt to his smile. He looked you up and down, again, like you were a damn snack in a candy-colored wrapper. Smoke, seated low in the back corner near the bundle display. Elbows on knees. Eyes already on you. Cigar unlit but in hand like he’d been waiting to spark it with your name on his tongue.

Stack let out a whistle when you passed the counter. “Told you she’d come back,” he mumbled to Smoke. You rolled your eyes without turning around. “Told who?” Ms. Moore smirked like she didn’t hear them and gently pulled you to the side of the counter where her new hair oils were arranged.

“Now, this right here’s the new blend,” she said, opening a small jar. “Might even be better than what your auntie makes, but don’t tell her I said that.” You leaned in, letting the scent hit your nose. It smelled sweet. Warm. Like something you’d wear around a man just to make him lean in a little closer. Ms. Moore’s voice softened. “You know… Stack is really sorry.”

That caught you off guard.

“Huh?” She glanced over toward the boys—both still lingering, pretending to be busy. Her voice dropped lower. “He won’t tell me what happened between y’all, but he’s always talkin’ to Smoke about how sorry he is. Like, can’t let it go.”

You blinked, straightened slightly. “Really?”

Ms. Moore nodded, then immediately changed the subject before your heart could do something dumb. “Anyway, for your curl pattern, this’ll give moisture without all that heaviness. You been using heat on your ends, baby?”Before you could answer, the bell chimed again. A woman stepped in, holding a toddler on one hip and asking about crochet hair.

Ms. Moore snapped into business mode. “Come with me, baby,” she told the client, then to you: “I’ll be right back. Grab you a free sample from the basket, alright?” She disappeared into the back with the customer, leaving you standing in the center of the shop.

Alone.

With both of them. Stack moved first. “I ain’t know you still smelled that good,” he said, stepping close enough for you to catch his cologne. Something spicy. Overconfident.

“You still mad at me or you done bein’ dramatic?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Smoke’s voice cut low behind you. “Why she gotta be dramatic?” he asked calmly. “She left ‘cause she knew her worth.” That shut Stack up for half a second.

You crossed your arms, turning just slightly to meet Smoke’s eyes. They held steady on yours, calm and full of something unreadable—but it heated your skin like sunlight through glass.

Stack smirked, mouth curling like he knew you were flustered. Smoke didn’t smile. But his gaze never moved. You rolled your eyes, grabbing a free sample just for something to do. “Y’all talk too much.” “You ain’t deny nothin’, though,” Stack said. You turned to leave, chin high. “Didn’t confirm anything either.” The bell jingled behind you as you left, but the burn on your skin didn’t fade for blocks.

time jump; that evening

You sat cross-legged on Sevyn’s bed, picking at a loose thread in her comforter while she scrolled on her phone, bubble gum popping between her teeth. “You know that boy Jay throwin’ a pool party this weekend?” she asked casually. “The one from the old high school crew?”

You glanced up. “The one with the house on the west side?” She nodded. “Yup. Said it’s gon’ be a vibe. Real mixed crowd. I already know Stack and Smoke gon’ be there.”

You froze mid-thread pull. Sevyn’s eyes didn’t miss it. She smirked, scrolling past bikini ads. “We should go shopping tomorrow. You need somethin’ loud. Like… bitch-you-lost-me loud.”

“I’m not going to impress nobody.”

“Sure you’re not.”

the next day; bikini shopping.

The store smelled like new fabric and summer anxiety. You were flipping through racks when you heard a familiar voice from the next aisle over. Mary. Tall, white, shit almost pale, with her straight hair in a short bob and lip gloss shining like a damn light beam. You peeked past the rack and saw her laughing with her friends. “Girl, when Stack see me in this swimsuit?” Mary giggled. “He gon’ finally stop actin’ like he don’t want me. Watch. I know what that man like.”

Your throat tightened.

Your fingers froze on a cherry-red bikini.

Because if she was bold enough to say that out loud, she wasn’t bluffing. She either has him… or had already had him. And Stack had the nerve to flirt with you? You frowned, turning slightly away from the group. Tried to school your face into indifference.

But Sevyn walked up just then, holding two options—one neon green, one black mesh—and saw your whole mood.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, voice low, teasing. You shook your head. “Nothin’.” “Uh huh.” Her smirk deepened. “Must be nothin’ if your whole forehead wrinkled like that.” You snatched the red bikini off the rack. “Let’s just try these on.”

And you swore you didn’t care.

Even as your stomach flipped at the idea of Stack and Smoke seeing you in that two-piece. Even as your mind wondered who Stack had been kissing. Even as your heart, deep down, admitted that it hoped Smoke would be the one looking hardest.

@katezy2x @d1gitalb4rbie @queenofklonnie22 @spicypiscesssss @yana3sworld @maniifesto @kqmbr1a @bl3ssyn @nikkitheunpredict @5starsirl

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LMFAOO.

now that is the realest shit i’ve ever seen anyone say

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my bby

Solange for ILIA Beauty

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like pls

i pray that the sammie/remmick crowd never makes it to this side of site. stay yo ass over on ao3

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“AT THE SAME DAMN TIME,” chapt two, part three.

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

The bag was heavier this time. You made sure of it. No half drops. No quick getaways. You had enough of Ms. Moore’s coconut oil mix to last her through the end of the month—more than enough to justify walking back into her shop without looking like you were looking for anybody.

But you still smoothed down your shorts in the parking lot before heading in. The bell over the door jingled the same way it always did, but the air inside the beauty supply felt warmer this time. Heavy, like it was waiting for you.

Ms. Moore was behind the counter, tying her apron tight around her waist. Her locs were wrapped up in a printed scarf, earrings catching the light when she looked up.

“Aha, you back already? Didn’t take you long, huh?” You grinned, holding up the brown bag. “Didn’t want you to run out.” She raised her brows, clearly not fooled. “Mmhmm.” But before you could say more, your eyes shifted—and there they were.

Stack, propped up near the magazine rack with a toothpick in his mouth and that same cocky tilt to his smile. He looked you up and down, again, like you were a damn snack in a candy-colored wrapper. Smoke, seated low in the back corner near the bundle display. Elbows on knees. Eyes already on you. Cigar unlit but in hand like he’d been waiting to spark it with your name on his tongue.

Stack let out a whistle when you passed the counter. “Told you she’d come back,” he mumbled to Smoke. You rolled your eyes without turning around. “Told who?” Ms. Moore smirked like she didn’t hear them and gently pulled you to the side of the counter where her new hair oils were arranged.

“Now, this right here’s the new blend,” she said, opening a small jar. “Might even be better than what your auntie makes, but don’t tell her I said that.” You leaned in, letting the scent hit your nose. It smelled sweet. Warm. Like something you’d wear around a man just to make him lean in a little closer. Ms. Moore’s voice softened. “You know… Stack is really sorry.”

That caught you off guard.

“Huh?” She glanced over toward the boys—both still lingering, pretending to be busy. Her voice dropped lower. “He won’t tell me what happened between y’all, but he’s always talkin’ to Smoke about how sorry he is. Like, can’t let it go.”

You blinked, straightened slightly. “Really?”

Ms. Moore nodded, then immediately changed the subject before your heart could do something dumb. “Anyway, for your curl pattern, this’ll give moisture without all that heaviness. You been using heat on your ends, baby?”Before you could answer, the bell chimed again. A woman stepped in, holding a toddler on one hip and asking about crochet hair.

Ms. Moore snapped into business mode. “Come with me, baby,” she told the client, then to you: “I’ll be right back. Grab you a free sample from the basket, alright?” She disappeared into the back with the customer, leaving you standing in the center of the shop.

Alone.

With both of them. Stack moved first. “I ain’t know you still smelled that good,” he said, stepping close enough for you to catch his cologne. Something spicy. Overconfident.

“You still mad at me or you done bein’ dramatic?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Smoke’s voice cut low behind you. “Why she gotta be dramatic?” he asked calmly. “She left ‘cause she knew her worth.” That shut Stack up for half a second.

You crossed your arms, turning just slightly to meet Smoke’s eyes. They held steady on yours, calm and full of something unreadable—but it heated your skin like sunlight through glass.

Stack smirked, mouth curling like he knew you were flustered. Smoke didn’t smile. But his gaze never moved. You rolled your eyes, grabbing a free sample just for something to do. “Y’all talk too much.” “You ain’t deny nothin’, though,” Stack said. You turned to leave, chin high. “Didn’t confirm anything either.” The bell jingled behind you as you left, but the burn on your skin didn’t fade for blocks.

time jump; that evening

You sat cross-legged on Sevyn’s bed, picking at a loose thread in her comforter while she scrolled on her phone, bubble gum popping between her teeth. “You know that boy Jay throwin’ a pool party this weekend?” she asked casually. “The one from the old high school crew?”

You glanced up. “The one with the house on the west side?” She nodded. “Yup. Said it’s gon’ be a vibe. Real mixed crowd. I already know Stack and Smoke gon’ be there.”

You froze mid-thread pull. Sevyn’s eyes didn’t miss it. She smirked, scrolling past bikini ads. “We should go shopping tomorrow. You need somethin’ loud. Like… bitch-you-lost-me loud.”

“I’m not going to impress nobody.”

“Sure you’re not.”

the next day; bikini shopping.

The store smelled like new fabric and summer anxiety. You were flipping through racks when you heard a familiar voice from the next aisle over. Mary. Tall, white, shit almost pale, with her straight hair in a short bob and lip gloss shining like a damn light beam. You peeked past the rack and saw her laughing with her friends. “Girl, when Stack see me in this swimsuit?” Mary giggled. “He gon’ finally stop actin’ like he don’t want me. Watch. I know what that man like.”

Your throat tightened.

Your fingers froze on a cherry-red bikini.

Because if she was bold enough to say that out loud, she wasn’t bluffing. She either has him… or had already had him. And Stack had the nerve to flirt with you? You frowned, turning slightly away from the group. Tried to school your face into indifference.

But Sevyn walked up just then, holding two options—one neon green, one black mesh—and saw your whole mood.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, voice low, teasing. You shook your head. “Nothin’.” “Uh huh.” Her smirk deepened. “Must be nothin’ if your whole forehead wrinkled like that.” You snatched the red bikini off the rack. “Let’s just try these on.”

And you swore you didn’t care.

Even as your stomach flipped at the idea of Stack and Smoke seeing you in that two-piece. Even as your mind wondered who Stack had been kissing. Even as your heart, deep down, admitted that it hoped Smoke would be the one looking hardest.

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crazy!terryrichmond, whom because of his time in the marines has extreme ptsd. which has resulted in continuous nightmares and also a bit of maniac tendencies,

crazy!terryrichmond, whom because of all these things is extremely possessive and controlling. to an extreme extent, it’s so extreme that on some cases he don’t even let you be out wit’ ya friends.. or family.

crazy!terryrichmond, who tries to tell you that he’s just doin’ this for your “safety” and that people are “crazy” and that if you’re out alone without him and someone tries something, he wouldn’t know what he would do with himself.

crazy!terryrichmond, whom does all these things because deep down you’re the only one who is able to help him during his traumatic nightmares and breakdowns, breakdowns and his maniac switches/episodes. he knows you’re the only one who’s ever treated him with kindness even after seeing his trauma.

crazy!terryrichmond, who convinces you you’re all he needs so he can keep you locked away in the house to himself. to insure you’d never leave, and continue to soothe his trauma away.

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“YOU MINES,” chap 1, texts.

olderman!smoke x younger!sassy!black!fem reader.

synopsis: smoke told himself he wasn’t interested in no woman after he got divorced, but once he got his dark brown eyes on you.. his thought changed. and knew he needed you.

Smoke had seen her before—once at the corner store, twice outside his cousin Sammie’s little recording studio. Thick thighs and glossier lips than any sermon should allow, attitude rolled up in a sundress and a mean ass strut. She was the type to cuss out a man just for breathing near her car too long, then wink when you backed off. Dangerous in the way only a brat with body and bite could be. He never asked her name. Just took mental snapshots like a pervert and kept it pushing. Until Sammie decided to throw that damn pool party.

Smoke didn’t even wanna be there. Sun too hot, kids too loud, Bluetooth speaker blasting new trap over old R&B. But then she came through the backyard gate wearing a two-piece that looked like it had been painted on, skin glistening like God had oiled her up Himself, and all that irritation turned into something else. Something low and heavy that settled right behind his zipper.

She had on big hoop earrings, slick lip gloss, a see-through cover-up that did absolutely nothing, and when she dipped into the pool, ass first, his mouth went dry like a prayer lost in wind.

So he waited. Watched her sip Casamigos and sass Sammie’s homeboys, ass perched on the edge of a pool float like she knew what kind of show she was giving.

Then, when the sun dipped low and folks started rolling blunts and ordering pizza, Smoke slid up beside her with a red solo cup and a smirk. His chains glinting. Chest exposed. Cigar smoke curling out from his lips like he didn’t care about her little “I got a man” spiel.

“You always look this good when you disrespectin’ people’s peace?” he asked. She didn’t even look at him. Just sipped. “I got a man.” Smoke raised a brow. “I ain’t ask who you go home to. I asked about the goodness.”

“Still not your business, grandpa.” He chuckled. “You call me grandpa, but I’m the one got your knees twitchin’ every time I lick my lips.” She did glance at him then. Sharp. Saucy. “Boy, if I give you my number, will you shut up?”

“Not a chance,” he grinned. “But you’ll give it to me anyway.”bShe stared. Hard. Then sighed like he was an inconvenience she secretly liked and typed her number into his phone. “Don’t text me dumb shit. And don’t act surprised if I don’t respond. I’m with somebody.”

“Happily?” Smoke asked, mouth twitching.bShe scoffed, twisting her face like he said something nasty. “Mind ya business, smoke signal.” But when she walked away, hips swaying, she didn’t take her number back. And that was all the green light Smoke needed. The next couple of weeks were cat-and-mouse. She played hard. He played harder.

Smoke: What you doin?

[ ♡ ]: Literally layin’ on my man chest. Leave me alone.

Smoke: He know you textin me?

[ ♡ ]: you got dementia or sum? or are you just old? well we know you old so i guess what im asking is are you slow??? cause you keep pursuing me when you know i gots me a man already. that’s kinda slow don’t you think?

Smoke: Neither. Just a problem I’m tryin’ to fix. You.

Sometimes she wouldn’t respond for a day. Sometimes she’d FaceTime him late, hair tied up and voice all sleepy, actin’ like it was an accident. Then hang up quick. Smoke knew what she was doin’. So when he saw her at that restaurant, sitting with some corny ass man in a salmon polo and bootcut jeans, he snapped.

He didn’t give himself time to think.

As soon as that man stood to go to the bathroom, Smoke got up from his own table, crossed the floor like judgment day on a deadline, and pulled her right out of her seat.

“Smoke?! What the fuck—”

He had her in the women’s bathroom, door locked, body against tile before she could protest again.

“You outta your mind,” she hissed. “Draggin’ me in here like—”

“Like what?” he snarled, voice dark with heat. “Like you mine? ‘Cause that’s what you been actin’ like. Textin’ me at midnight, wearin’ dresses like that, and sittin’ here with a bitch-ass man like I ain’t watchin’ you give away my seat.”

“You got me out here lookin’ stupid, ma,” he growled, stepping in so close her breath hitched. “Havin’ me text you, dream about you, damn near obsess over you—while you sittin’ across some weak-ass nigga like he worth your time?”

“I told you—”

“I don’t give a fuck what you told me,” he barked, getting in her face. “Your mouth sayin’ ‘I’m with somebody,’ but your pussy probably drippin’ just lookin’ at me.” She scoffed before shaking her head and saying “You delusional.” “Nah, baby,” he whispered, brushing his nose against her jaw. “I’m the cure.”

Then he dropped to his knees.

The sound of her panties tearing made her suck in a breath. He threw one of her legs over his shoulder and kissed her inner thigh slow. Then he dove in.

No tease. No sweet start. He ate her like punishment—rough, messy, and focused. “Oh my God, Smoke—” “Shut up,” he growled between strokes of his tongue. “Let me work.” His mouth wrapped around her clit while two thick fingers slid into her. She grabbed his hair, but it only egged him on. His beard was soaked. Her thighs trembled.

She came once—so hard her voice broke—and he didn’t stop.

Didn’t let her stop.

He slowed his tongue, flicked, licked deep. Worked her back up. Sucked her until she was moaning in high-pitched gasps, begging with her eyes. “Mmm… this pussy so soft,” he muttered between licks, “actin’ like it belong to someone else, but this shit was made for me.” She moaned just from his words, When the second orgasm hit, her whole body arched, nearly sliding down the wall.

“Thaaaat’s it,” he whispered, licking his lips. “Look at that… two fuckin’ times. Ain’t even touched my dick yet.” She whimpered, eyes glassy, lips parted. Only then did he stand, licking his lips, eyes heavy with lust.“Now,” he said, voice low and dark, “turn around.”

She barely had time to catch her breath before he spun her around and bent her over the counter. Her cheek hit the mirror, fogging the glass with every pant. He pulled himself free and pushed in slow, making sure she felt every inch.

“Fuck…” he groaned, head dropping to her shoulder. “So damn tight. Greedy little pussy. Been waitin’ for me.” Her nails raked down his back. “Shut up and fuck me—” “Oh, I’m gon’ do more than that.”

His hips rolled, deep and slow at first, then sharp and mean. Her hands braced against the mirror, her moans echoing through the bathroom. “Bet he don’t fuck you like this,” Smoke rasped, biting her shoulder. “Bet he don’t fill you like this.”

“Y-you’re so cocky—” “You like me cocky. You want a man who make you cry from dick.” He pulled out just to watch her drip, then slammed back in, hands gripping her thighs like possession. Each thrust hit like a promise.

“I ain’t lettin’ you go,” he whispered against her throat. “Not after this. Not after you squirted.” She moaned and nodded at his words, after a few more thrusts they found themselves both cunning together in harmony as moans and whines fell out of their mouths. Smoke thrusted deep inside her a few more times to make sure his seed was planted deeeep inside her,

Once he pull out, he put himself back into his pants and pulled up her panties. Whispering praises into her ears as he did so. He smiled at the state she was in, her ass looked wrecked. And he loved every second of it. “Cmon mama, let’s go tell this nigga youn need his ass no more.” She lightly nodded, completely out of it but complying to what he said.

She looked disheveled. Eyes glassy, dress rumpled, lipgloss gone. They walked out together. Smoke smoothed her hair down with a smug hand. She stopped in front of the dude waiting at her booth. “I… uh—” she looked back at Smoke, who just tilted his head, daring her.

“I’m not with you no more,” she said softly.

The man blinked. “Wait, what?” She didn’t answer. Just grabbed her purse, ignored the confusion on his face, and followed Smoke out with her head bowed—but a tiny smirk pulling at her lips.

….THREE WEEKS LATER.

They’d been out on six dates. Three ended in car sex. Two in her apartment. One in the back of a restaurant kitchen where he made her bite down on his wallet to stay quiet.

Now they sat on a rooftop at sunset. She had on a soft yellow dress that looked like it was made of petals. Smoke watched her sip wine and talk shit about everyone she didn’t like. She was laughing when she suddenly went quiet.

“Tell me about her.” He looked over. “Who?”

“Your ex. Annie.” He sighed. “She was strong. Kinda a little crazy like you. Loved hard. But I was gone a lot. Years. I used to disappear on business, disappear into shadows. Thought she’d always wait. She didn’t.” She nodded. Sipped. “You gonna do that to me?”

Smoke leaned in, resting his heavy hand on her thigh.

“That was a long time ago, a different world, a different era. I wasn’t as mature as I am now mama. Youn gotta worry bout nothing like that. I’m not goin’ nowhere.” She hummed before tilting her head. “Promise?” “I don’t make promises,” he said, tracing the edge of her wine glass with one finger, “but I do claim what’s mine.”

She squinted. “So I’m yours?”

He grinned, gold tooth glinting. “I already proved it. You walkin’ funny for three days after I ate you in a public bathroom, remember?” She blushed. Then smirked. “Yeah. You do got good memory. Maybe you don’t got dementia after all.”

Smoke leaned over and kissed her—slow and deep, like he could taste every bratty word she ever said and still crave the next one.

Because no matter how stubborn she acted…

She was his.

And Smoke? He wasn’t lettin’ her go.

ooo chile i need me a smoke in my life idc idc idc!!!! he so fine like . like omg. i’d let him ruin me , whatever he want whenever he wanttttt. anywaysss , @cremeful for the older man!smoke idea, (i fucking loved those fics omg.)

@kodaswrld & @cursed-carmine for the dividers!

btw, “AT THE SAME DAMN TIME” chapter two should be out soon. i will be tagging everyone whom asked to be tagged!!! which speaking of , if you’d like to be on my tag list just in general, not just in certain fics. tell me inna comments.

ignore errors. i do not proof read, & never will.