#Smokestack

[freyanistics]

Me running to tumblr to read some sinners fics/smut

Sees mentions of incest, Sammie x Remmick, slave dynamic between reader and Remmick

[persefolli]

Seven

Smoke ‘Elijah Moore’ x Reader

Summary: After 7 years, your lover finally returns to Clarksdale

Warnings: Slight Angst, Cursing, Smut, somethingquickreally

Seven years.

Seven years since you laughed without a care in the world. 

Seven years since you walked the bayou with him.

Seven years since you said yes.

Seven years since his side of the bed was warm.

Seven years, and he still had the nerve to show up on your property.

You watched him pull up in a truck full of junk. He removed his cap from his head and held it to his chest once he made eye contact with you. Closer he came up the wooden porch stairs that were on its last leg. 

“Y/n.”

You scowled at him.

“Y/n baby.”

“I ain’t ch’our baby.” You shook your head and took a step back from him. 

The corners of his lips twitched, and he nodded. “Just came back from town.” He started. “They know you still my woman.” He pushed past, entering your house.

“I ain-”

“Ain’t nobody givin you trouble? Bothering you.” He interrupted. 

“No. Smoke.”

“Good.”

He looked around the worn down house and clicked his tongue, setting his cap on the wooden table. He walked until he spotted the counter, packages on packages stacked on one another, unopened. His eyebrows furrowed seeing envelopes with a very specific seal on them. “This better not be what I think it is.”

You sighed as he ripped open one of the packages, money spilling from the tightly wrapped paper. “You ain’t use not a damn penny I’ve been sending you for years!” He yelled holding up a wad of cash.

“I don’t need your money. And you bounced around too much for me to send it back.” You said retreating into yourself. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, a feeling you’d long forgotten til now. 

“I come back thinkin you opened up that lil shop you always talked about. This more than enough money! You just lettin this sit here! Living in this piece of-“

“Hey now!” You snapped at him. “This is home.”

Smoke placed his hands on his hips, sighing, you were right. He couldn’t deny it. This was home, and he would’ve been a bit disappointed finding out you had gotten rid of it. But he still couldn’t contain his anger, knowing how hard he worked, knowing it meant nothing to you.

“I wasn’t gonna use your blood money.”

“This ain’t blood money.”

“All money is blood money no?”

Smoke smacked his lips and turned to you again, walking up, hollering. “This the thanks I get?”

“Thanks for what?! Leavin me?! I didn’t ask for this fuckin money. And I sure never begged you to come home.” You yelled back.

“I take care of you. I took care of you.”

“Naw.” You shook your head. “My people got me. Even James up the road took good care of me.”

Elijah’s head snapped your way, and his eyes glared with rage. “James took care of you.” A twitch of his mouth flashed his teeth.

You stared.

“James ain’t take care of you.” He stroked his beard. “Nah cause….he know you ain’t to be touched.” He pondered for a moment, beginning to pace away from the table. Elijah looked at you one more time for confirmation, but when you said nothing, he stormed to the door. 

“No! Don’t” You dashed right behind him, grabbing his arm, “He ain’t touch me Smoke! Nobody did! He did help fix some stuff though, my stove went out!’ You panicked, knowing you had accidentally put a good man in danger.

“You could’ve bought a damn new one with the money I sent!”

You stood silent, looking at him with a hurt expression, bottom lip between your teeth as you felt the tension in the room humidify.  Smoke took a deep breath and stood in the doorway. “You don’t think I wanted to bring you with me?”

“Elijah-” You started, but he kept speaking. 

“I always had you.” He pulled out a locket to reveal a picture he’d kept of you. “Always kept ya.” He walked over to show you the locket, a picture of you taken a few years back when you had gotten your first job back when the two of you were teenagers. “Seven years or seven days I don’t wanna come home hearing nothing about no man takin care of my lady.”

You jumped when he swiftly closed the locket and stuffed it back into his chest pocket. He then grabbed you by the hips and pulled you close to him, kneading your hips, inhaling before looking up at you. 

“Cmon.”

“Where we goin?” 

“The bedroom,” He nodded to the open door that led to the only room in the house. “Gon get on that mattress and make love to my woman.”

You stood stagnant for a moment before going into the room, Smoke following. The door closed behind you two, the only source of light coming from the oil lamp and the cracks between the ceiling and wall. Smoke came up behind you, taking you by the waist again. “You let me take care of you.” He stated, pressing soft kisses along your shoulders. His beard tickled, grazing over your tender, untouched skin, His kisses traveled up to the base of your neck, where he applied more pressure. Open mouthed kisses, leaving the ghost of his passion on your skin. 

Smoke’s large hands squeezed your waist, traveling up your sides before trailing to the zipper of your dress. You let out a sigh as he slowly unzipped your dress, revealing your smooth back, disrupted by the presence of your white undergarments. You reached back for his belt, but he gripped you and pulled you against him, leaving no room for your hands to touch him.

“Don’t.” You pleaded with him to not tease you. That was the least he could do, not tease you after leaving you starved all this time. 

“Get on the bed.” He said in your ear.

Discarding your dress, you got onto the bed, sitting on your bum as you watched him undo his belt and discard his clothing. He took off everything but his socks, ritual for him. The two of you kissed as he climbed on top of you, hands roaming your body. His warm hands rubbed up along your thighs, reaching the waistband of your panties and pulling them down. Once he removed those, he trailed his hands back up along the undersides of your legs, pushing your knees back so your legs were perfectly positioned on each side of his torso. A shared groan. He’d entered you.

You looked at him with hooded eyes and whimpered as he moved, keeping his grip tight on your thighs. “Fuck. I missed you.” He leaned down and locked lips with you, swallowing your moans as he quickened his thrusts. The air filled with gasps and steam, sweat beading on your bodies. You ran your hands down his slick back and took hold of his hips, feeling his muscles flex as he got to work.

His face contorted, signaling that he was coming soon, but seeing that you weren’t there yet, he pulled out and quickly put you on your stomach. “Elijah~” You whimpered.

He grabbed your hips and entered you, the both of you sharing a moan again. You gripped the sheets as he fucked you from behind, hips snapping against you vigorously. You tensed up, let out a yell, and he smacked your ass in response.

“Fuck!” You shouted. Elijah wrapped his hand around and pulled your head up to level with his. He kissed you again, sucking and nipping your bottom lip as he fucked you into an orgasm. You gasped and lost the latch to his lips as you fluttered around his dick and began to come.

Elijah groaned and kneaded your ass as he felt you fall over the edge. “There you go.” He clenched his teeth and grunted as he finished in you. 

You two panted, catching your breath. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you. “Here.” He muttered and pulled you into his side, placing a kiss on your shoulder. 

Not wanting to get comfortable in his arms again, you turned to him.  “You gon leave again.” You stated.

You felt his lips press against your shoulder again, “Nah. I’m here. I’m stayin.”

[mereyapalais]

Umm why is Remmick flooding my feed? Ion like that.

If it’s not Smoke-Stack-Annie I don’t want it!

Stop flooding the tags!

[laertive]

if you know me irl and you see this no the hell you don’t

[aharsherworld]

tomorrow isn't coming

[ranny-panny]

Help. I saw a post on here that said that night was really the last time Stack ever saw his brother because becoming a vampire meant he lost the ability to see his reflection in a mirror, and as a result, he lost the ability to see Smoke forever. Oh God, there might be a time when Stack won't even remember what Smoke looked like.

I AM NOT OKAY

[knight-a3]

I loved the idea of Rumble and Frenzy being similar to tfa Soundwave's toy form. But with more expression options. They're so small compared to my OC Smokestack. They fit in his cab.

More words under the cut

I understand the whole who is who debate, but I went with Rumble is Blue and Frenzy is Red, because that's how it was in the English G1 show and it feels right to me. K? K. Either way, they're both idiots and I love them.

Then I added Blaster cuz I can. I didn't want him to have an alt too similar to tfa Soundwave, so I made him a news van. Funny enough, I wasn't aware he was a news reporter in one of the various iterations until I skimmed over his wiki later. He likes rock n roll.

His cassettes are Rosanna, Flipsides, Steeljaw, and Ramhorn. Currently contemplating a way to include Rewind and Eject that doesn't seem like too much. I'm wondering if it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to rename Rosanna to Rewind for streamlining purposes. Then Eject can either be renamed to Playback because I like that name better, or Bolts because Eject and Rewind were originally going to be one bot named Bolts. He likes sports and making sports references.

[ed13d1]

one 4 each of us

[trailerparkvampire]

without a shadow of a doubt, Smoke and Bo have fucked.

100% explored each other's bodies also ......smoke definitely proxyfucked him, like without even meaning to, couldn't help it. bo's easy smiles? the way his cheek dimples, let's just say it reminds him of someone.

[dreamerinthefog]

wip for SmokeStack for MerMay

[freyanistics]

A lot of Christians are misinterpreting Sinners and it’s really blowing me

No Remmick wasn’t a demon

No Smoke did not go to hell

No Sammie wasn’t playing “devil’s music”

No the prayer did not save him

Can we please put on our critical thinking caps on?

[taurusstars]

I would 1000% watch a movie about the SmokeStack twins in Chicago, specifically Bronzeville.

I guarantee you that they didn’t tell people they were twins and used each other as an alibi all the damn time.

[th3-0bjectivist]

"Smokestack Horizon" - Acrylic paint on canvas

[cuti3-p13]

MOOD BOARD for my next fic inspired by this idea about boxer!smokestack twins.

[thotpunk]

SINNERS SPOILERS

Still thinking about Smoke hovering over Stack with that stake and just. Not being able to do it. He knew the risks. He knew what vampires are capable of. He'd witnessed a horde of them tear people apart. But he couldn't do it

He knew good and well what he'd unleash onto the world by letting him go and I'm sure it killed him inside, but the world just didn't mean as much as his baby brother

[knight-a3]

My boy Smokestack having a little existential heart to heart with Sari. I just drew wherever there was space, so excuse the disorganization of it.

People these days seem to be obsessed with labeling and categorizing themselves and others. I feel it has led to increased stereotyping(gender, race, politics, etc). There's nothing inherently wrong with having a defined identity trait, but everyone has seemed to forget that you can just...be.

Transcript under the cut, for those who can't read my chicken scratch.

Sari: I'm not human, but I'm not cybertronian either...I'm not sure what I am.

Smokestack: Me too!

Sari: You...What??

Smokestack: I had always been a steam powered locomotive, 2-8-0 "Consolidation" type wheel configuration, manufactured by Baldwin Locomotive Works in 1907; but when I upgraded, I became a 4-8-8-4, and I match no model ever manufactured.

I'm not sure I can even say I'm a Baldwin Locomotive anymore.

I guess I'm an aerospace craft too, now. A...space locomotive...?

But I've been realizing that I don't need some label to define me.

So I might not know what I am, but... I'm me! And that's all that matters.

Sari: Thanks, Smokestack.