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Where the line is

A continuation of “in his quiet”

Smoke (elijah) x black!reader

Synopsis: after that night Elijah’s words stuck with her so she wonders how far she can go and see what he does.

It started with something small.

She came home later than usual, her phone dead.

No call. No text.

The doorman let her in with an apologetic smile. “Mr. Moore is in the kitchen.”

Marie smiled, shook the chill from her shoulders, and took the elevator up. When she stepped into the condo, she found Elias in the kitchen.Plain white tee, dinner still warm on the stove.

He didn’t ask where she’d been.

Didn’t raise his voice.

Just looked her over once, poured her a glass of wine, and set a plate in front of her.

“Eat.”

She didn’t speak.

He didn’t either.

But when she slid into bed later that night and curled against him, his arm wrapped around her waist like a lock.

Not too tight.

Just enough to let her know this was not something he wanted her to do again.

⸻

A week later, she didn’t answer when he called.

Twice.

She saw the name on the screen. She was out shopping, loud music in the background, joking with Camryn about shoes that cost more than her rent.

She waited until she was back in her car to call him back.

“Hey, sorry, I was with Cam—”

“Learn how to use your phone or you won’t have one at all.”

She paused. “What?”

“Elias—”

“You wanna keep this light?” His voice was calm. “Dotm let it happen again.”

Later that night, she found her phone face down on her nightstand, screen cracked. Elias handed her a new one at dinner.

“Yours was glitchin’.”

The new one had all her contacts. Same background. Same apps.

She didn’t ask how he transferred everything. She didn’t have to.

⸻

Then came the party.

Not a test. Not at first.

Just a friend’s rooftop birthday — Marie showed up alone. Elias had a meeting downtown, said he’d come later if it ran short.

He didn’t.

So Marie danced.

Just a song or two, nothing wild. She laughed, held a drink in one hand,and laughed her night away.

It was a man she didn’t know well. Brandon “Damn, you glowing. Ya man better be treating you right.”

She smiled. “He is.”

“You sure? Ain’t here, is he?”

Marie tilted her head. “He doesn’t have to be everywhere.”

Brandon chuckled. “You right. But if you ever need a backup plan—”

“I don’t” she turned her body walking away

her phone buzzed.

1 new message from: Elias 🥰

“Come home.”

She froze.

She hadn’t told him where the party was.

⸻

Making her way in the penthouse, she walked into the kitchen and found him cooking.

“Who told you where I was?”

Elias didn’t look up.

“The dress would’ve looked better in white,” he said, sliding the pasta onto her plate.

Marie blinked. “That wasn’t my question”

“I’m always where you are.”

⸻

The last time?

It was on purpose.

She caught attitude. Over shoes “I wanted these in red bottoms elijah” she snarled “store closed you’ll get it when they open” he responded taking his watch off, putting it back in his collection in the walk in closet.

“How did you even forget, red bottoms are not everyday shoes like these that’s why I like to do shit my fucking self.

You turned around to him right there staring down at you.

“I don’t know what soft ass nigga you been dating?” he said. “Men who let you talk to them any kind of way and roll your eyes like a child, not over here fix it before I fix it for you.”

“And you’re my father now?”

“No.” His voice dropped lower. “But I’m the only man in your life and it’s gon stay that way for a long time.”

Marie swallowed.

Hard.

Because it wasn’t just the words. It was the way he said them, with that look in his eyes like he already had the outcome in hand. Like her rebellion was cute, but not real.

She pushed past him, sat on the edge of the bed, towel clutched tighter.

“Fine,” she muttered.

But he wasn’t done.

He sat beside her, hands resting loosely on his knees.

“You get one warning,” he said. “You catch an attitude with me again, I’ll remind you who you belong to.”

Her breath caught.

She wanted to argue. Wanted to tell him he didn’t own her, that she wasn’t some little girl who needed disciplining — but part of her liked the way he said it.

Liked the weight of it.

Liked knowing there was someone who wouldn’t bend.

She shifted. Didn’t meet his gaze.

“You forget sometimes,” he said, voice quiet now. “How I handle you with care. But don’t confuse what I do for you for weakness.”

Marie looked at him, finally.

Her eyes weren’t angry. Just vulnerable. Like she wasn’t sure if she’d crossed a line.

He saw it.

“Fix your attitude and go get dressed Marie ”

She nodded walking into the closet.

—————

“Feet up.”

She obeyed.

And when she tucked her legs under his arm, leaned into his shoulder, he finally spoke again.

“You keep testing me ‘cause you wanna know where the line is. But there ain’t one. Not with you.”

He leaned in, kissed her cheek.

Then her neck.

Then her mouth.

“Take your panties,” he said, calm as ever. “Before I tear em.”

Marie didn’t argue.

Didn’t roll her eyes.

Because deep down, she knew something she hadn’t wanted to admit:

She needed a man like Elias.

Not because he was rich. Or protective. Or because he made her feel wanted.

When she caught a attitude.

He stopped her.

Put her back where she belonged, safe, seen, and his.

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I have decided to make a part two to “in his quiet” PRAISE ME

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Another thing I don’t like is when I go to my tags and I see someone that I don’t wanna read about because if I press “smoke x reader” why am I seeing remmick fics that’s not who I wanna read about please stop putting your remmick or other fics in a tag with the character not about them.

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Hi! idk if you're still taking requests but i was thinking of stack x oc or reader, and them being 'frenemies', with a lot of banter and arguments, because they were both mischievous when they were young and butted heads, but both harbouring feelings for each other and not admitting them. Then stack leaves and comes back to the oc/ reader being angry at him, and then they reunite and confess their feelings, could be modern or 30s timeframe, anyone you like. I really love your work btw, keep it up!!

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“Seven summers long”

Stack (Elias) x black!reader

Synopsis: he kissed her at prom and vanished at night, and she waited seven summers long.

The black Escalade pulled up slow, humming on the gravel road. Annalise stood on her porch, lemonade glass sweating in her hands, staring like she’d seen a ghost.

A real smooth ghost with chrome rims.

Door swung open. Out stepped Elias Moore.

Her mouth went dry. Seven summers had passed, and he looked better than any version she’d imagined while lying awake, bitter and alone. Same smirk, same gold chain, but broader now. Taller. And dressed like money.

She didn’t move as he walked up the steps. “You gonna let me in, or you gon’ hit me with somethin’?”

“I’m thinkin’ on it,” she said coolly.

He laughed, deep and easy. “You still mad at me?”

“Mad don’t even begin to cover it.” She tossed the towel over the rail and turned her back on him, walking inside. She didn’t say come in, but she didn’t say not to either.

Elias followed, bouquet in hand, eyes everywhere, like the house still smelled like her and vanilla.

“Look the same,” he said.

She didn’t look at him. “’Cause some of us stayed.”

That one landed. His voice softened. “Lisey…”

“Don’t call me that.”

“You used to like it.”

“That was before you disappeared without a goodbye. Before you left me crying at night in my room.”

He stepped in closer. “You think it was easy leavin’ you?”

Silence thickened between them.

“I didn’t want to drag you into the mess I was in,” he said. “I had dreams, Lisey. But dreams don’t mean nothin’ if all you got is broke pockets and big talk.”

She turned to face him, arms crossed. “So you left to chase a bag.”

“I left to build somethin’ so when I came back, I could give you what you deserve.”

“I didn’t need money, Elias.”

“. But I did. I needed to be more than a boy who kissed you behind the bleachers at prom.”

Her heart stuttered. “You said it was a bet.”

He shook his head. “I lied.”

Annalise looked away, the burn in her chest, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She’d waited.

He noticed the tremble in her hand and closed the distance.

“You mad, and you got every right to be,” he murmured. “But I didn’t come back with just money, Lisey. I came back ‘cause I’m done runnin’. I got everything I want but none of it mean a damn thing without you.”

She blinked up at him, throat tight. “You think you can just walk in and say all the things I used to dream of hearin’?”

He smiled, crooked and slow. “I’m hopin’ I ain’t too late.”

She hated how her breath caught. How good he still smelled—like warm woods and trouble. She pressed a palm to his chest to push him back. But she didn’t.

“Tell me you staying,” she said, voice a whisper.

“I’m staying.”

She could feel the truth in his heartbeat beneath her fingers.

Elias’s hand found her waist, careful and slow. “You look even better than I remembered.”

“You got richer, not smoother.”

He grinned. “Still got you right here infront of me.”

“Still talk too much,” she breathed.

“Still waitin’ on you to shut me up.”

She rose onto her toes and kissed him. Soft at first, but it got deep quick. His hands gripped her hips, her dress riding up under his fingers. Years of longing poured between them.

He hoisted her up without a word, carrying her down the hallway like he’d been there yesterday. Her legs wrapped around his waist, head pressed to his shoulder as he murmured, “Swear I thought about you and this a thousand times.”

“Then quit talkin’ and do it right.”

He laid her on the bed like she was something breakable, but his mouth said otherwise—kiss after kiss, heat unfurling between her thighs as his fingers learned her again.

He slowed only to watch her face, every touch deliberate, every breath synced with hers. Two people who’d waited too long, loved too deep.

“You really stayin’?” she asked, chin on his chest.

“I already bought that house uptown you liked. Big enough for a garden if you still do that.”

She blinked. “You serious?”

“Had your name in mind the whole time. Built it all on the dream of comin’ home to you.”

“I love you Elias”

“I love you too”

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Chapter six: showing is better than telling

Stack (Elias) x black!reader

You weren’t even tryin’ to be that girl tonight.

Okay that was a lie, maybe you did wanted to show out just a little.

The dress was black . Lacey. And micro. That kind that rides up when you walk and hugs your hips. With lacwy stockings to match.

Your girls hyped me up from the second you stepped out the house.

“Mmm, Amerie, whoever you seeing gon’ lose his mind if he see you like that.”

“He ain’t gon’ see me,” you said, sliding on lip gloss. “He don’t own me.”

Lie.

But you let it sit in the air anyway.

The club was dark, loud, humid with breath and sweat.

You danced.

You laughed.

Drunk a little too much and leaned into the warmth of bein’ admired.

Men looked.

Some touched the small of your back, offered drinks.

didn’t take ‘em.

But that didn’t stop them from lookin’ either.

Then you felt it.

That heat.

Not the club heat, his heat.

The kind that prickled the back of your neck before you even turned.

He was in the corner.

his jaw tight like a threat.

Black-on-black ,diamonds on his ears, wrists and neck .

Eyes locked on you like youd done somethin’ criminal.

And you guess you had.

You wore this dress without tellin’ him.

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You turned real slow, caught his gaze, gave him a smile.

He didn’t smile back.

Didn’t move either.

But the space between y’all started feelin’ real small.

Like the whole club had shrunk down to just me and him.

And you swore the air got colder when he finally walked up.

Didn’t say a word.

Just stood in front of me, lookin’ you up and down like I was a problem he ain’t asked for.

“You like showing out to piss me off?”

You rolled my eyes, even though my stomach flipped. “It’s a dress.”

“It’s barely a fuckin sentence,” he growled.

You crossed your arms. “You jealous?”

“I’m territorial,” he said, leanin’ close. “It ain’t the same.”

He was real close now. Close enough for your perfume to cling to his collar. Close enough to make you forget what you were here for’.

“I ain’t like these boys,” he whispered. “I don’t look. I take.”

You swallowed. Hard.

He slid his hand around your waist like it belonged there, pulled you flush against him.

“Let’s go.”

You didn’t argue.

Just followed him outside into his all black Escalade which you did not know he owned but you had bigger fish to fry when you got home.

⸻

Y’all didn’t make it past the front door of your place to even place his keys on the counter before He had you up against the wall before the key hit the counter.

His mouth was on yours, teeth draggin’ across your bottom lip like punishment.

“You think this funny?” he muttered between kisses. “Walkin’ ‘round like you ain’t already spoken for?”

“You never said I couldn’t,” , clawing at his shirt.

“I shouldn’t have to,” he growled.

His hands gripped your thighs, pushed that black dress higher, eyes flashin’ gold.

“This mine,” he muttered he palmed your pussy.

He wasnt asking he was telling.

His lips went down to your neck licking and sucking.

You let him do whatever he wanted.Because deep down, you wanted it to be punished for makin’ him jealous.

to be reminded that you belonged to him and to feel loved the only way Elias knew how.

with possession.

He picked you up taking you upstairs unzipping your dress in the process lightly biting on your neck getting light breathy moans out of you.

Making it to the room he tossed you on the bed while he was at the foot of it looking down at you, those dark eyes and grey ish irises were beautiful on him.

He took off your heels kissing the soles of your feet and legs before yanking down your unzipped dress and stockings leaving you in your panties, dipping down he kissed down your chest and around your breast making you moan.

Before you comfortable he flipped you over pulling your hips up to where you were arched up, he yanked your panties off, to nobody’s suprise you were already wet.

how couldn’t you be he was finna put you through the mattress. Planting a smack on your ass you felt his tongue slide up your slit making you jerk forward earning another smack

“stop moving” he warned.

He continued eating pulling moans out of you louder and louder each time “oh my god, fuck”.

He slid his tongue inside your cunt making you go over the edge, his lips pucker around your clit, giving it a few gentle tugs and licks, he then entered two fingers filling you up.

“Baby wait m’sorry” you reached your hand back to push his hand away but he pushed away smacking your ass again.

“Mm mm” he hummed sending vibrations to your clit making you grip the sheets. He continued working you in newer ways possible your legs were tired and shaking, but you knew better than to disobey and move while your ass was already still stinging.

“Mm finna cum daddy” you gasped instead of moving away you moved closer chasing your orgasm.

He pulled away the breeze hitting your clit harshly making you whine and whimper, hearing the zipper of his pants ypu take the time to catch your breath. When abruptly he slipped in with ease.

“So tight and wet for me” he groaned, the feeling of being full overwhelmed you especially because it curved upward like a hook.

He slowly thrusts into you giving you long and deep strokes.”what you was saying about being sorry?” You tried to speak but every stroke had you gasping for air, like it was in your soul.

He smacked your ass again, by now your ass was warm and stinging “said m’sorry” she blurbed out. “ for what? Talk to daddy” he teased increasing his pace “sor-ry for going out without telling” you managed to get out.

He then reached down grabbing the front of your throat lifting you up back to his chest. “You feel me?” He asked, you would’ve responded if you could but he completely pounding into you taking every breath you had making him laugh in your ear turning you even more on.

He then licked the shell of your ear before going down to your neck licking and sucking. His hand from your neck to your hair pulling it so his mouth could reach yours sloppily kissing you.

You felt your orgasm building back up, you wasted no time begging “finna cum, let me cum daddy please” you moaned looking at him.

“let me have it.” his thick fingers laid on your clit, rubbing in circles at a quick pace. before you knew it you were cumming all over him and the sheets. he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. your body shaking in overstimulation

As you reached your hand back on his abdomen to slow him down.

But that only earned you a slap to the face “ keep your hands to yo self” he said sternly as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm chasing his. after a few more strokes you felt him fill you up, feeling so full your mind couldn’t comprehend anything but him letting you back down softly into the bed as sleep washed over you.

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“Preacher Boy”

Sammie x black!reader

Nala could smell the grease before she hit the back door of the juke. Fried catfish popped in the skillet while Aunt Annie served corn liquor and Irish beer. the music thumped harmonica blues, inside the juke made everything look like sin.

“You best not be lettin’ no fool grab at you while you run them plates,” Aunt Annie said without turning, her bangles clinking as she reached for more fish. “Them boys get wild with that corn liquor.”

Nala smirked, tying her apron tight around her waist. “Ain’t nobody grabbing nothin’. I’ll drop a whole plate in they lap.”

��Mmhm,” Aunt Annie hummed. “You say that now.”

Nala had only been in town a week, come up from Louisiana to practice hoodoo, and Annie her mama’s wild older sister had taken her in. Said she could help with tradition and keep outta trouble.

She pushed through the swinging door, balancing a tray of paper-wrapped fish sandwiches and cold bottles of Irish beer. The place was already breathing heavy with bodies, smoke, and sweat. Folks danced sloppy and close.

And that’s when she saw him.

Sammie.

Leaning back in a booth in the far corner, guitar in his lap after performing. Dark brown skin and eyes that were only on her.

“Preacher Boy,” folks called him. On account of his daddy running a church.

He spotted her the second she stepped in. Nala knew it, even if he didn’t move. Just watched, head tilted, mouth doing that .

Nala sucked her teeth and dropped off the tray at a table, ignoring the way her neck warmed. She hadn’t seen Sammie in years and she was still too young to know how to hold a boy’s gaze for more than a second.

He wasn’t a boy now.

And when she turned to head back, he was already standing.

Lord.

He met her halfway, just past the old upright piano Miss Leona sometimes played on Sunday nights. He wasn’t smiling, not really. But his voice came low and deeo for hus age.

“You Nala?” he said, though they both knew he knew.

She crossed her arms. “You Sammie?”

“Yea.”

“Well, You want a sandwich or somethin ” she said, chin tilted.

He looked her up and down, slow and respectful but still enough to make her stomach do that tumble.

“As much as I would like to I’m full.”

“I’ll let Annie know you enjoyed it.”

That got a smile out of him, crooked and dangerous.

“Now I really remember you,” he said. “ pig tails right?”

“I remember you too,” she said. “Preacher boy ’.”

He chuckled, low and warm. “That ain’t changed.”

They stood there a second, music pulsing between them. Something old and bluesy, too slow for dancing. Folks brushed past, laughing, hollering. But Nala just looked at him.

“You believe in all that?” she asked. “All that preachin’?”

He tilted his head. “I believe in somethin’. You?”

“My aunt talk to spirits,” she said. “Folks come from all over just to have her blow powder over they front doors.”

“That hoodoo stuff?”

“She says it’s older than church.”

He didn’t flinch. Just nodded once. “Maybe it is.”

A pause.

“Can’t hear” he asked. “Too loud in here.”

She should’ve remembered what Aunt Annie said about boys with soft eyes and steady voices.

But Nala just slipped off her apron, tossed it over a chair, and led him to the storage closet .

He turned to her. “You sure yo ain’t ain’t gon come looking for you”

“No.”

But she was buzzin’. Not from drink — just from him. From the way he looked at her like he’d been waitin’.

She stepped closer.

“You don’t act like no preacher’s son,” she said.

“And you don’t act like no good girl.”

She licked her lips slow, just to see what he’d do.

He noticed.

“Nala,” he said, voice softer now. “You sure you wanna—?”

She reached up and took his collar in both hands. “I’m tired of bein’ good.”

Then his mouth was on hers, hot and sure, and she melted into him like butter on skillet bread. His hands slid down, slow but certain, until they rested on her waist, pulling her close. She pressed up on her toes, sighing into his mouth, tasting smoke and sweet tea and sin.

His breath hitched when she moved against him.

She bit his bottom lip, just barely. “Still wanna talk about Jesus, preacher boy?”

He laughed, low and rough. “Lord, forgive me.”

And then they forgot about forgiveness.

Back pressed the door, Nala let his hands roam on her, careful but hungry,getting upon his knees throwing her legs over his shoulders putting his mouth to work. She dragged her fingers through his hair, whispered his name like it was something sacred.

“Sammie” she let out a breathy moan at him picking up his pace, jerking from time to time at his tongue touching and licking all the right places threatening to become undone.

“Be still girl” he spoke before putting his back in between her legs.

She shook even more her orgasm hitting her like a truck her breathe getting caught in her throat. “Sammie oh fuck” she moaned.

After a few more licks he rested his head on her thigh “you alright” he chuckled.

She nodded being the only thing she could do, he kissed her thigh putting her legs back on the ground standing back up.

He rested his forehead against hers. “You gon’ get me in trouble.”

“You was already in it.”

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Juke joint blues

Brother au Elias (stack) and Elijah (smoke)

Synopsis: you been begging to go to the juke and you finally can but not withought being hovered 24/7.

The juke joint outside clarksdale ran by your brothers opened up over three weeks ago, and you’d been begging to go since Monday.

“Elijah,” you pleaded, trailing him while he was getting ready to leave, “I’m grown. Twenty years old.”

“You grown enough to get hurt?” he asked without looking up.

You tried Elias next. He was easier.

“If I take you,” Elias said “you can’t be lookin’ at nobody like you interested. You got a face too soft for temptin’.”

“You mean I’m pretty?”

“I mean niggas are stupid,” he replied flatly. “And I ain’t afraid to break a jaw for lookin’ too long.”

In the end, you won,but only because Elias swore he’d keep an eye on you and Elijah agreed.

⸻

The juke joint was already jumping by the time you arrived. The screen door creaked, the wood floors vibrated with bass and boot stomps, and the whole place smelled like sweat, smoke, and good trouble.

Your dress pink ,and custom, nothing scandalous—still felt too bold under all those eyes.

But you walked in anyway, sandwiched between the two.

Elijahs stare alone cleared a path through the crowd.

Elias talked too much, as usual. “Y’all make way now. Got the little princess with us tonight.”

Someone whistled low. Elias’s smile vanished. “Get him out.”

You rolled your eyes and muttered, “Y’all are worse than I don’t know what .”

Elias grinned and whispered, “Nah, we just care more.”

⸻

You managed to get to the edge of the dance floor before Elijah posted up near the wall like a sentry, arms folded, eyes cutting the whole room.

Elias? He was everywhere—greeting folks, laughing, hollering—but he always circled back to you, dropping a drink in your hand or tossing a warning glance over your shoulder like you were some kind of treasure left unattended.

You sipped slow, eyes wide, soaking it all in—the glint of gold teeth, the scratch of the phonograph, the way some of the girls danced like fire catching wind.

You wanted to try. Just once.

A tall boy with a nice smile and rolled sleeves offered his hand. “Care to dance?”

You smiled shy, heart racing. “I think I—”

“she was just leavin’ the floor,” Elias said behind you, voice like a warning bell wrapped in velvet.

The boy laughed, nervous. “Didn’t mean no harm.”

“I know, and I see you talk to her again I’m the one who’s gon mean some home” Elias said, still smiling.

The boy disappeared too quick without a second thought.

You glared up at him. “You didn’t have to scare him off.”

“I did if I ain’t like how he looked at you.”

“Y’all hoverin’,” you whispered. “I can’t breathe in here.”

Elijah’s voice slid in from the shadows. “You said you wanted to come. Didn’t say nothin’ about bein’ alone.”

You exhaled. Loud. Frustrated.

“I just wanted one night to be a girl, not your little sister with an armed escort.”

Elias looked at you. Really looked.

Then he stepped back.

Elijah didn’t.

You turned toward him. “Can I at least dance?”

He stared at you for a moment longer, then gave a slight nod.

“One song ,” he said.

“ two and that’s it.”

He stepped forward, surprising even Elias. “Fine two and then that’s it .”

You danced. One slow, one up beat. And for that Time alone you felt free.

That was until Elias told you it was time to go.

Elias clapped a hand on your shoulder. “Now that you done showin’ off, you ready to head home?”

You looked around at the joint still bouncing, the people laughing and dancing and sighed.

“Yeah. I just wanted to say I came.”

Elias slung an arm around you. “Don’t be all side I’ll bring ya next Friday. Now come on. Elijah’s itchin’ to punch somebody and I’m outta breath.”

You walked out between them like you always did, the air cooler now, stars brighter above the trees.

Maybe you didn’t get to be wild tonight.

But you were sooner or later.

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Flour & fire

Smoke x black!reader x stack

The smell of cinnamon and powdered sugar filled the warm morning air as Lily worked quietly behind the counter of her small bakery. Her apron was dusted with flour, sleeves rolled to the elbow, and faint flour on her cheek. The town was still sleeping, and she liked it best that way—quiet, simple and peaceful .

She was pulling a tray of cinnamon buns from the oven when the front bell jingled.

Her heart stuttered.

She didn’t have to look. That door only opened like that for one set of footsteps—and then another, heavier and slower.

“Mornin’, Miss Lily,”

Stack.

The second pair of step followed a beat later.

“Morning,” Smoke said.

Her hands moved slower now, setting the tray down carefully. She took a steadying breath and wiped her palms on her apron before turning to face them.

Elias and Elijah the Moore twins stood in the doorway, Twins, but not quite the same. Stack’s eyes danced with mischief while Smoke’s were still and unreadable.

“Y’all are out early,” she said softly, not quite meeting their eyes.

She was always shy around them, child hood friends or not.

Stack grinned, easy as a Sunday morning. “Could say the same for you. Heard you was up bakin’. Figured we’d stop in before the place got busy.”

She smoothed her apron down, heart pattering too loud in her chest. “Ain’t nobody here but you two.”

“Good,” Stack said, stepping further inside. “Means we get you all to ourselves.”

Lily’s cheeks flushed. She turned away under the pretense of reaching for a cooling rack. “You here for breakfast?”

Smoke moved to lean against the wall, arms folded. His hat sat low on his brow, but she could still feel the weight of his gaze. Always watching. Always quiet.

“We was wonderin’ about that delivery man, smoke caught em looking too long at you” Stack said, sauntering to the counter. “And I ain’t talkin’ about in a nice way.”

She startled and looked down at her hands. “Elias don’t do nothin crazy.”

He smiled wide. “I’m just saying, we don’t like it.”

Lily busied herself with plating two rolls, anything to avoid the way Stack was looking at her like she was made of something warm and soft he wanted to sink into.

“Thank you,” Smoke said quietly when she slid the plate across. His fingers brushed hers when he took it. Just the barest touch, but it made her breath catch.

“you’re welcome,” she murmured.

Stack sat on the counter stool and watched her like he was remembering every minute they’d grown up together. “You always been so shy like this Even when we were kids.”

“I just—” she fiddled with the ribbon at her waist, eyes on the floor, “don’t know how to deal with you when you’re like this.”

“Like what?” Stack asked, already knowing.

“Like you’re flirtin’ with me on purpose.”

“Oh, baby girl,” he said low, almost a purr. “Ain’t nothin’ accidental about how I talk to you.”

She turned away fast, face hot. “I got deliveries comin’. Don’t start somethin’ you don’t mean.”

“We ain’t never said nothin’ we didn’t mean when it come to you,” smoke said, voice dipping.

Lily swallowed hard.

“You scared?”

Her head whipped around. “What?”

“You always been the careful one,” he said, looking at her in that way he did like he could see what she was hiding. “Ain’t never let yourself want nothin.”

She didn’t know what to say to that. She just stood there, her heart thumping like it was trying to run off without her.

Stack rose from his stool, walking slowly toward the counter, eyes never leaving hers. “You ever think about it, Lil? About us?”

“I—” Her voice came out smaller than she wanted. “I don’t think about things I got no business wantin’.”

He was in front of her now, so close she could smell the smoke on his shirt, the sun-warmed scent of his skin. Her back hit the counter and she couldn’t go any further.

“You got plenty business wantin’ whatever you feel,” he murmured, fingers brushing her wrist so lightly it sent goosebumps racing up her arm.

“Elias,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Please…”

“Say stop,” he said, “and I will.”

She looked up at him—his gaze softer now, though the heat hadn’t left. Behind him, Smoke was closer too. Quiet. Steady.

But Lily didn’t say stop.

She didn’t say go, either.

Stack reached up, tucking a curl behind her ear. “You’re shakin’.”

“I-I don’t know what to do with this,” she admitted, voice barely a whisper. “With y’all.”

“You ain’t gotta do nothin’,” Stack said gently. “Leave tgat to us.”

Then his lips brushed hers, Not deep. Not demanding. Just enough to make her gasp against his mouth, her hands clutching her apron.

He pulled back just slightly, eyes searching hers.

she stammered, breath shallow, “—I never done this before.”

“We know,” Smoke said, stepping forward now. His hand found hers, fingers curling around it not letting go. “That’s why we gentle with you.”

She looked up at him—at the man who used to smack his teeth at adults who reprimanded him and fight boys for pulling her pigtails. Now he was a whole storm bottled up behind those eyes, yet his touch was warm, grounding.

Then Smoke leaned in, slower than Stack had, his lips pressing to her forehead first. A pause. A promise. Then he kissed her, firm and sure, but with the same care.

Lily made a soft sound in her throat, overwhelmed.

When it ended, she stood between them, heart pounding, unsure what she’d just allowed but unable to deny how her body had leaned into it—how she hadn’t wanted it to stop.

Stack brushed her cheek with his thumb. “You alright?”

She nodded quickly, still not speaking.

Then the bell over the door rang again.

Lily jolted, stepping away from both men like she’d been caught. Miss Clara walked in, purse in hand and eyes already squinting at the scene.

Lily rushed behind the counter. “M-mornin’, Miss Clara! I’ve got your cornbread muffins waitin’!”

The older woman glanced at the twins, then at Lily, who couldn’t quite meet her eyes.

“Mornin’,” Clara said slowly, as Stack tipped his hat.

Smoke stepped back, already moving toward the door.

“We’ll be seein’ you later,” Stack said, voice low just for her.

Lily looked up, cheeks still flushed, eyes wide.

“I… I’ll think on it.”

Stack smiled wide. Smoke just nodded once.

And then they were gone.

The door swung shut behind them, and Lily exhaled, hands braced on the counter.

Her lips still tingled. Her heart was still running.

And in the quiet left behind, she finally smiled—small, shy, and full of something new.

Something dangerous.

Something sweet.

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SmokeStack twins with sweet baker reader who used to bake for their mother

I’ll have to alter it a bit because if she knew their mother she would be like in her 40s or 50s

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Not to be rude or anything but what the hell are y’all talking about with shipping remmick and Sammie ,that is literally sick he wasn’t obsessed with Sammie as a person he was obsessed with what Sammie could do with his music and because he couldn’t do the same he wanted to turn him into a vampire and use sammies qualities to his own advantage. What you guys are doing with this fandom is really disturbing.

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Idk if you’re still taking requests, but what the twins having a younger sister…who they hover over 24/7 lol

I’m always taking requests love, I love this btw expect later on

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Annie!niece x sammy!preacherboy:

They liked eachother since Annie and smoke met. But something always stops them from being with eachother.

The witchy niece and the pastors son

I never think outside the box like this 🙄 (I’m following you home)

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Blues and cooze

Stack (Elias) x reader

Synopsis: Tiana come from the bayou to see her papa delta slim but that ain’t the only person she gonna be seeing that night.

The road from the New Orleans bayou to Mississippi was long and dry as bone. Tiana stepped down from the back of a mule cart with a soft grunt, the hem of her dress catching dirt. The only thing heavier than her suitcase was the feeling in her chest.

Three years since she’d seen her papa. Delta Slim.

Last she knew, he’d hung up the net and taken to the harmonica and beer. They said he played at a place off the road . Folks said it was run by twins—Stack and Smoke—men with gold teeth and reputations slick as the devil himself, be she ain’t know no twins.

It wasn’t hard to find. The sound found her first, moaning guitars, and a people’s laugh that erupted from inside the old saw mill.

Tiana walked up to the bouncer on the wooden porch under the glow of the oil lamp, her steps careful. “Mind if I go inside cornbread?” She asked “and how you know my name?” He asked earning a giggle from Tiana “youn remember me, Tiana?”.

He had finally figured out letting out a gasp “little Tiana, who you been girl?” He said giving her a hug “I been good finna go suprise my papa” she replied “well gon in don’t let me stop ya” he moved aside.

She walked in fresh fish grease hitting her nose mixed with Irish beer? She walked in a lil further eyes darting around the place.

And there he was.

Up on stage.

Her father.

Delta Slim, sitting tall on a stool, back bowed slightly playing the harmonica . His fingers moved like memory and the song he played felt like home and heartbreak all at once.

She stood near the wall, quiet.

She wanted to watch him first.

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He looked up halfway through the set.

Paused.

And stared right at her.

Didn’t smile at first. Just blinked like he wasn’t sure if she was real or was the Irish beer fucking with him.

Then his whole face changed.

He finished the tune with a shaky flourish, set the harmonica in hus pocket, and stepped off stage with a limp in his left leg.

“Tiana?” His voice cracked with surprise.

“Hey, Papa,” she said, the sound soft on her tongue.

He hugged her tight, smelling like alcohol and sweat, and when he pulled back, there was a shine in his eyes.

“Lord have mercy, girl,” he breathed. “You grew up on me.”

“You ain’t written,” she said, not cold, just truthful.

His mouth pulled into a frown. “Didn’t know what to say after your mama passed. Felt like I ain’t deserve to.”

Tiana looked down, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. “You still my daddy.”

“How long you stayin’?”

“A week, maybe more.”

“Good,” he said. “Ain’t been the same not havin’ you close.”

“You happy?” she asked.

Delta Slim leaned back, glanced around the room. “Ain’t got much,” he said. “But I got this. Music… she hold me together.”

She nodded. “I told you to go east with all this drinkin na.”

He smiled slow. “You look like your mama when you talk like that.”

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They talked awhile. About nothing and everything.

Then, as the band struck up a slower number, a shadow approached their booth.

Tall. Brown-skinned. Dressed sharp in a red suit and a hat tilted just so.

“Who this beautiful lady?,” the man said, voice like slow-drawn honey. “Mind if I borrow her for a dance?”

Delta Slim raised one brow, looked Stack over with a long musician’s quiet.

“Tiana?” he said. “You good?”

“I’m good.”

Stack offered his hand.

She took it.

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The floor was warm with bodies, but as soon as he touched her waist, it felt like they were the only two in the room.

He didn’t talk much at first. Just let the music lead. His hand at her back was steady, not pushy. His thumb brushed her side gently, like he was taking his time learning her shape.

“You always move like this?” he murmured near her ear.

Tiana let herself lean in just a little. “You complaining?”

He chuckled low. “Hell no.”

She was still catching her breath when she saw the tension shift in the room.

A woman stood by the bar, arms crossed tight. Pink dress. Brown hair. Glossed lips pressed into a line.

“That your lady ?” Tiana asked without looking away from Stack.

“Mmhmm.”

“You hers?”

Stack finally met her eyes. “Not anymore.”

Tiana smiled, just a little. “Well… you dancin’ with me like you tryna prove something.”

“No,” he said, voice lowering. “I’m dancin’ with you ‘cause I can and you allowed me to.”

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The song had ended a long time again and they found themselves in a closet, Tiana laid out on a crate stack between her legs.

“Oh my-fuck” she moaned her hands farting out to push his head away his deliberate and hungry licks becoming a lot for her.

He smacked her hands away. She didn’t know what he wanted from her he had already made her cum two times, what else did he want?

She felt herself coming down again her body jerking and shaking as her organs washed over her.

He came came out pulling her panties back up smirking gold tooth shining. “How you like that?”

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Later that night, when the music died down and the moon hung heavy over the pines, Tiana found her father out back smokign a cigarette.

He offered her the seat next to him on an overturned crate.

“Stack ain’t what you need in life,” he said after a pause.

“I seen the way he look at you. I’m here to tell you he all trouble .” He flicked ash.

“You think he trouble for me?”

“All men trouble if you let ‘em be,” he said. “But that one? Most definitely, but I can’t keep you away from something.”

She watched fireflies flicker in the tall grass.

Then behind her, slow footsteps.

Stack appeared from the side of the building, hands in his pockets, hat tipped back.

He didn’t say anything.

Just looked at her.

Tiana didn’t move right away.

She just looked at her father.

Delta Slim nodded once. “Go on, baby girl.”

And she did.

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In his quiet

Modern!Smoke (Elijah) x reader

Synopsis:Marie has been dating Elijah but over time she realizes he may be quiet but a little crazy.

Elijah didn’t talk much.

He didn’t have to.

He walked into rooms and people stepped aside—clean-cut, sharply dressed, quiet like a shadow. No unnecessary words, no performance. Just that gaze, cool and unreadable, like he was calculating something you didn’t know you were offering.

When Marie first started dating him, she thought he was cold. Until she learned better.

Elias wasn’t cold. He was still.

Still like a warning. Still like someone who didn’t react to things because he didn’t have to because he already knew how it would play out.

And for a while, that made her feel safe.

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They’d been together for over a year. Long enough for Marie to have a closet in his condo. Long enough for her to learn what kind of liquor he liked and how he hated being touched when he was thinking. He ran three businesses, partially owned with his twin brother.

⸻

Marie didn’t call it love at first sight. Elias didn’t offer warmth the way other men had. He wasn’t playful or charming or performative, she filled that box for him. He remembered small things. He handled her with slow, deliberate care that made her feel chosen.

When she got promoted, he didn’t just send flowers,he took her to a three-Michelin-star restaurant in New York and flew them back the same night.

No words, just a text saying : “Be ready at seven.”

And when the waiter made a flirtatious comment like Elijah wasn’t sitting there, he said nothing. But he made sure at the end of dinner the waiter didn’t make that mistake again by almost breaking his jaw before going back to his lady who had know clue.

⸻

The first time she saw it, it made her stomach tighten. They were at a gallery opening in Midtown.

Marie loved art. Elias tolerated it for her. He stood at her side, tall and silent while she floated between installations. She liked that he let her be social, let her be herself.

“I love you in blue baby, you know you getting some tonight” she said teasingly, he just wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close and kissed her.

That night, she ran into an old classmate. Darren.

They hugged. Nothing more.

“Marie, You haven’t aged at all,” Darren said, looking her up and down. “You always had that light on you.”

She laughed, lightly. “You still corny.”

He leaned in. “Some things don’t change.”

Elias didn’t interrupt. Didn’t speak.

Just watched.

Marie introduced him briefly, and Darren gave one of those half-nods men give other men when they’re sizing each other up.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, offering a hand.

Elias shook it. No expression.

Later, on the ride home, Marie turned toward him.

“You okay?”

Elias stared ahead at the traffic. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

She hesitated. “You were quiet. Even for you.”

“I dont like him.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

He glanced at her, slow and unreadable. “Good.”

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Nothing was ever direct with him. He didn’t get loud. Didn’t accuse.

But that night, when they got home, he didn’t touch her. He didn’t sleep beside her. He sat at the edge of the bed for a long time, elbows on his knees, hands clasped.

And finally said “I don’t like feeling invisible,” he said. “Not when it comes to you.”

Her heart thudded. “I wasn’t trying to make you feel that way.”

“I know,” he said, standing. “But some things don’t need to be tried. They just are.”

⸻

She told herself it was normal for a man like him to feel that way. Elias was protective, not possessive. Stoic, not unstable.

Because under all that silence, all that control, was someone who took care of her better than anyone ever had. Who never never had to tell her “wait til Thursday when I get paid”,who made her cum under 5 minutes without fucking her.

But when he pulled her into his lap while they were watching a movie, he whispered something that sent chills up her spine.

“I’d forgive you for anything, you know that?”

Marie tilted her head. “What?”

He kissed her collarbone. “Anything. Lie to me. Cheat. I’d still keep you. I’d just make sure you never wanted to do it again.”

She didn’t respond. She wasn’t sure how. But she had to say something.

“Do you ever think maybe you get too serious about me?”

Elias looked up from the tv.

“What that mean?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Sometimes it feels like you love me so much it scares me.”

“Scares you how?”

“Like… if I ever left, you wouldn’t let me.”

He stared at her for a long time. Then smiled. Touched her cheek.

“You say that like leaving’s an option.”

Marie’s breath caught.

And Elias? He kissed her forehead.

Ok I tried something a little new for me let me know if you like it, kisses 😚

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Delta slim!daughter x stack

Why are you in my head???? I was actually thinking of this concept one time. Thankyou for requesting🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽