𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋, in which you, a reader read sexual fantasies of your favorite men of the nineties and two thousands! 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃- 09/01 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃- 06/21

It's been seven years since them Moore Twins disappeared. Now they back stirring up trouble like nothin' ever happened, and the air already feels wrong. My kids been actin' strange, and the spirits won't settle. I don't know what them boys want-but it sure as hell ain't peace, and it sure as hell ain't got nothing to do with me. Reposted From Ao3

A bite. A bond. A burning desire When Elias Moore marks her with his bite, Zariah is pulled into a hidden world where blood runs deeper than secrets. She craves his bite. His blood. His touch. All Elias wants is love, but there's someone who will stop at nothing to make sure he spends the rest of eternity alone and miserable. But he'll do anything to protect her. He's drawn to her purity, and they find out their connection runs deeper than they thought.

Lena Blackwell works in an illegal after-hours Black & Tan club in Bronzeville where she seduces twin brothers Smoke and Stack. Each brother has qualities she likes and she embarks on an illicit affair with both. All is well until one of the twins starts catching feelings.

This is a compilation of spooky szn fics for Erik Killmonger & the Smoke-Stack Twins

The Blackline is a sultry and supernatural, tale set in 1929 in the hidden quarters of Little Rock's Black district, where flappers, vice, and hoodoo tangle in velvet-lit shadows. Violet, a timid Gullah Geechee girl with nowhere else to turn, finds herself working in a brothel run by the enigmatic Stack Moore-a pimp with charm, secrets, and a past steeped in sin. But it's Stack's older twin, Smoke, who consumes Violet's thoughts. A war-worn man of few words, Smoke commands the room with silence alone.

They met her in the woods - a girl who felt like sunlight, like safety, like something not meant to last. No one else knew her. She didn't go to school, didn't go to church - didn't exist outside the twins who loved her. Then one day, she vanished. Years passed. Life hardened them. They survived without her. Or tried to. Now they're back home. And so is she. Still stunning. Still her - but not. And none of it makes sense. Some ghosts don't stay buried. And some love stories refuse to die. Stack & Smoke Moore x OC

Sinners Elias "Stack" Moore Fanfic

We ran the streets of Chicago like we owned 'em-me, Smoke, and Stack. Robbing the Irish, hitting the Italians, chasing cash and chaos like we were untouchable. But it was never gonna last. The city took its pound of flesh, and when the Twins went back to Mississippi, I followed them back to my home. ♤ I always followed. ♤ Stack had my heart, even if he never knew what to do with it. Smoke? He had everything else. The fire, the rage, the parts of me I never showed anyone-not even Stack. ♤ We opened a juke joint, poured our dreams into wood and whiskey, tried to build something real. And for one night... it worked. The lights glowed soft, the music was loud, and love-messy, twisted, ours-felt like it might actually be enough. ♤ But then the vampires came. And they didn't just take blood. They took the music. The magic. The love. ♤ Now everything's gone but the smoke in the air and a promise passed between brothers that I was never supposed to be a part of. ♤ He had my heart. His brother had my soul. But in the end, the monsters took everything. # 1 - sinnersfanfiction # 1 - bloodandfire # 1 - smokeandstack