sinners4ever

[sinners4ever]

Mouthfuls & Moans 💰

Modern!au Elias “Stack” Moore X Maya Coleman

Word Count: 4.8k

Authors Note: While i love Uncle Stack, i had to give him some loving too. His fine ass deserves it. Smoke can't be the only one outchea gettin' some cooze. 🤭Let me know if you guys want more of Stack and Maya. (I can give her a face claim and make them a lil 2-3 part series). Gotta love Stack's slick talkin', charming ass personality. I'd allow him to talk me into some shit I won't lie to you. Anyways enjoy, my freaky frogs. Prompts and storyline suggestions are welcome btw.

The sunlight spills through the blinds in lazy stripes, wrapping the room in honey and heat. The sheets are a tangle of skin and cotton, kicked low and wrinkled from the night before. Maya stirs first, her eyes still heavy, body sore in the best kind of way. She blinks at the ceiling for a moment, the silence between her and the world thick with peace.

Stack is still asleep beside her, sprawled out on his stomach, the covers barely covering his waist. One arm hangs off the side of the bed, and the other lies heavy where she used to be. His face is turned toward her pillow, lips parted, breathing slow. Maya takes a second just to look at him. At the tattoos crawling up his back, at the way his shoulder rises and falls like he’s floating. Still, solid, and hers.

She slips out of bed as quietly as she can, the floor cool under her bare feet. Her legs ache a little when she stands — a sweet, stinging reminder of how good he was to her last night. Her lips twitch into a private little grin as she crosses the room and grabs his shirt off the floor. It’s soft and oversized, swallowing her curves and smelling like his skin. She doesn’t bother with underwear. Let him see.

In the kitchen, the light’s a little brighter. It’s the kind of morning where the clock doesn’t matter, where the only thing she needs is something sizzling on the stove and a man watching her like she’s the last bite of something sacred.

Maya moves like she’s done this a hundred times — because she has. Bacon in the skillet. Eggs cracked into a bowl with a flick of her wrist. A leftover peach sliced on the counter. She hums something soft under her breath, old R&B she can’t name right now, hips swaying in time. The hem of Stack’s shirt brushes against her thighs as she reaches for the pepper. The grease pops in the pan and she barely flinches.

Behind her, floorboards creak. She doesn’t have to turn around.

“You cookin’ in my shirt again?” Stack’s voice rumbles behind her and it's gravel low, thick with sleep.

Maya smirks to herself before glancing over her shoulder. “And? You complainin’?”

He’s standing there with no shirt, sweatpants riding low on his hips, his waist and v-line looking like he was sculpted by a God. His soft brown eyes locked on her like he just remembered why he breathes. His hair is slightly tousled, mouth still half kiss-swollen, and that look he gives her? It slides straight down her spine.

Stack steps behind her, arms wrapping around her waist, his chest warm against her back. She melts into him like muscle memory. His lips graze her neck, his breath lazy and hot.

“You tryna start somethin’,” he mutters, voice half a warning, half a promise.

“I’m cookin’,” she says innocently.

“You cookin’, but you ain’t got no drawers on,” he murmurs, dragging his palm down the front of her thigh, slipping it between. “So who you tryna feed first?”

She bites her lip, grinning, but says nothing. Instead, she rocks her hips back against him, just enough to feel the weight of him thickening behind her.

“Oh, aight,” Stack breathes, kissing her shoulder. “So we doin’ this now?”

“I mean,” she says softly, “you the one pressin’ up on me like this. I’m just mindin’ my skillet.”

Stack chuckles low in his throat, that sound he makes when he’s halfway between amused and turned on. Mixed with Lust and Thunder. His hands dip under the hem of the shirt, thumbs brushing over her hips.

Maya gasps, caught between a laugh and a moan. “Stack—”

“Shh,” he breathes against her neck, guiding her forward until her hands brace against the counter. “Lemme eat first.” Fumbling forward, Maya flicks off the stovetop. The burning between her legs was enough.

He doesn’t waste time. One smooth motion and he’s inside her, thick and slow and all the way. Maya’s mouth falls open, a soft cry caught in her throat. She braces herself with both hands, knuckles white against the edge of the stove as he fills her inch by inch.

“You always so ready for me,” he whispers, teeth grazing her earlobe. “Like you waitin’ for this.”

“I was cookin’,” she breathes, hips already grinding back against him.

“You still are,” he says, sliding deep again, letting the drag of him make her tremble. “Just… different kind of heat.”

His pace is lazy but deliberate, every thrust pushing her forward just a little. Not hard, but deep, rolling into her like he’s carving his name into the place that pulses for him. Maya’s eyes flutter shut, lips parting as she melts around him. The veins of his shaft memorizing the intricate pathways inside of her.

“Elias,” she moans, head tilting back against his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he grunts, gripping her hips tighter. “Give me that.”

He keeps one hand wrapped around her waist while the other slides between her thighs. His fingers stroke her just right, slow and steady, in sync with the rhythm of his body inside hers. She’s already on the edge, the way he knows her, the way he moves inside her like he owns the floor she stands on. It’s too much and not enough.

Her orgasm crests with a soft sob, her body seizing around him. Stack curses under his breath, his own release not far behind. He presses deep, grinding into her with a final, drawn-out thrust before stilling.

They stand there for a long breath, the scent of sex and sizzling bacon wrapping around them. Maya finally breaks the silence with a breathless laugh.

“You really let this bacon burn,” she says, looking over her shoulder at him.

Stack kisses the side of her neck and says, “I’ll make pancakes. Just keep that shirt on.”

Maya finally makes it to the couch with her plate in hand, legs curled beneath her, skin still humming from earlier. She’s cleaned up, barely. Stack’s shirt now clings to her like it’s made for her curves, but her hair’s still wild, her neck still flushed. She don’t mind. Sundays were made for this kind of softness.

The TV is on but low. An old sitcom rerun they’ve both seen a dozen times playing in the background. She laughs to herself at the jokes before they even land, mouthing the punchlines with lazy affection.

Stack comes strolling in a few minutes later, sweatpants back to riding low, a bottle of water in one hand and that smug, dimpled grin in full bloom.

“You coulda waited on me,” he says, nodding toward her plate.

“You coulda not bent me over the stove,” she tosses back, licking syrup from her finger.

“Mmm,” Stack drawls, eyes dropping to her mouth, “but then I wouldn’t’ve started my morning right.”

He drops down beside her like he owns the whole couch. Arms stretched out, legs wide, his thigh brushing hers. One look at him and Maya already knows he’s feeling himself. Relaxed. Turned on by nothing and everything.

She keeps eating. Or tries to. But his eyes don’t leave her. They flick from her mouth to her thighs to the way his shirt barely covers the place he just left.

“You real quiet,” she says between bites, side-eyeing him.

“I’m watchin’ you,” he says, low and easy.

“For what?”

Stack leans in slow, voice thick with syrup and intent. “Tryna decide if I want dessert now or after you get done bein’ cute.”

Maya snorts. “I am done bein’ cute. That’s permanent.”

He grins, sliding closer. “That’s why you got my shirt stretched out like that? Wearin’ it like it ain’t doin things to me?”

She lifts a brow but doesn’t back down. “You said keep it on.”

“And I meant that,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb across her knee. “I just ain’t say I’d keep my hands off you.”

Maya exhales slow, her fork pausing mid-air.

Stack keeps touching, slow circles on the soft inside of her thigh, fingers trailing closer but not quite close enough. Just under the hem. Just high enough to keep her body paying attention.

“You playin’,” she warns softly, eyes narrowing as she tries to keep cool.

“Nah,” he says, “you playin’. Walking ‘round in my shit, smellin’ like vanilla, brown sugar and sex, sittin’ over there actin’ like I ain’t got a whole hand on your thigh right now.”

“You tryna be funny.”

Stack laughs, low and rich. “I’m tryna be patient. But you’re real close to losin’ that privilege.”

He drags his fingers up just an inch, grazing her where she’s still tender and then pulls away entirely, like it’s nothin’.

Maya gasps and glares. “Oh, you—”

“What?” he interrupts, stretching back with his arms behind his head like he didn’t just light her nerves on fire. “I ain’t do nothin’. Just appreciatin’ my girl.”

She sets the plate down, eyes locked on him now, jaw clenched in mock offense.

“I should slap you,” she says.

Stack’s dimple deepens. “You should thank me for the restraint I’m showin’ right now.”

Maya doesn’t answer. She just throws a pillow at him. Stack catches it mid-air with one hand, then tosses it to the floor like he got better things to hold.

“You mad?” he teases.

“I’m heated.”

He leans in again, this time slow and low, his voice a whisper only meant for her. “Good. Stay like that for me.”

She breathes in, steady but shallow. Her skin is buzzing. Every inch of her feels stretched thin with want, and Stack knows it. He leans back again, casual like nothing just passed between them. Like he didn’t just dangle her over the edge without offering a damn thing to hold onto.

“You ever get tired of yourself?” she asks, watching him with narrowed eyes.

“Nope,” he says, biting into a piece of her peach from her plate. “And I never get tired of you.”

Maya shifts beside him, thighs pressing together. Her lips curve upward, not quite a smile, but something softer — something that says she likes this game more than she’ll admit.

Stack notices. He always does.

“You need somethin’?” he asks, brushing peach juice off his bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

She tilts her head. “You know I do.”

He nods like he’s got all the time in the world. “Mm. I’ma let you simmer a little longer. Make you feel it.”

She bites her lip to keep from smiling, turning back toward the TV like she’s over it but Stack knows better. Her breathing’s changed. Her skin’s warm.

His voice slips back into the space between them like a secret: “When I do touch you again, I want you beggin’. Real soft. Real needy. You remember how?”

Maya doesn’t answer, not out loud. But the way her hand curls into the couch cushion says enough.

Stack disappears into the bedroom for a few minutes after breakfast, claiming he needs to grab his rolling tray and decompress. Maya doesn’t argue. She just curls deeper into the corner of the couch, legs tucked beneath her, a satisfied little smirk on her lips. Her plate’s empty, and her body’s still thrumming from his hands, his mouth, his damn voice.

But now it’s her turn.

She hears the familiar flick of the lighter before she sees him — the soft click of glass against wood as he sets the tray down on the coffee table and sinks into the couch beside her again. Stack leans back, spreading out with that lazy, lion-stretch swagger, a freshly lit joint between his fingers.

“See,” he exhales, smoke curling up from his mouth, “this what Sundays for.”

Maya watches the smoke drift lazily toward the ceiling. “That your way of sayin’ you tapped out?”

“Nah,” Stack says smoothly, “that’s my way of sayin’ I’m coastin’. Letting the day breathe.”

She hums. “Mmm. So you pacin’ yourself.”

“Exactly.”

Maya nods, pretending to accept that like it makes sense. But she’s already plotting.

Stack shifts, one arm over the back of the couch, the joint between his fingers glowing soft orange. He closes his eyes for a second, lets the smoke roll out slow through his nose, and when he opens them again she’s moved.

Not far. Just turned toward him, knees folded beneath her now, hands tucked under her thighs. The oversized shirt she’s wearing dips low on one side, slipping farther down her shoulder. Just enough for him to notice.

She cocks her head. “You high already?”

“Nah,” he murmurs, still cool. “Gettin’ there though.”

“Mm,” she says, voice dropping low. “I like when you high. You get even more laid-back. But real sensitive, too.”

Stack lifts a brow at her. “Oh yeah?”

She nods slowly, licking her bottom lip just a little. “Like… touch-starved. Always tryna feel somethin’. Soft palms and deeper strokes. You know what I’m talkin’ about.”

His eyes narrow slightly, amused. He drags the joint again, real slow this time, not breaking eye contact.

Maya leans in closer, voice syrupy now. “I bet you could barely hold it together if I sat on your lap right now. All warm and slick with no panties on. Just settle right over you and grind a little. Soft, slow… Like I ain’t even tryna do nothin’ crazy.”

Stack’s jaw tightens, just for a flash. That’s how she knows she’s in his head now.

“I’d sit just right,” she purrs. “Chest to chest. Arms around your neck. Just rockin’ my hips real sweet. Sayin’ nothin’. Lookin’ you dead in the eyes. Until you can’t hit that joint no more.”

Stack chuckles, but it comes out rougher than usual. He exhales hard through his nose, then glances at her out the side of his eye. “You feelin’ bold today.”

“I’m just observant,” Maya says innocently, twirling a piece of her hair. “You get real quiet when you tryna focus. Your hand grip the couch like this—” she imitates him, curling her fingers into the cushion between them, “—and your breathing? Whew. Starts gettin’ all shallow. Little grunts. Real low. Like you strugglin’.”

Stack shakes his head slowly, a crooked grin starting to bloom. “I swear, you gon’ get dealt with.”

“I’m countin’ on it,” she teases, giggling now.

He brings the joint to his lips again, but his hand hovers just a second too long. Like he’s remembering how she sounded in the kitchen. How she tightened around him. How she begged in that sweet little voice she only pulls out when she wants something real bad.

Maya watches him struggle with the hit, eyes glossy from the smoke and something else.

She leans in close, whispering in his ear, “Bet if I dropped this shirt right now, you’d be fully hard in ten seconds flat.”

“You assumin’ I’m not already,” Stack mutters, voice rough, lips curling at the edges.

She laughs loud at that, falling back into the cushion beside him, satisfied.

“Awww, poor baby,” she coos mockingly, brushing her hand down his thigh. Not close enough to touch anything vital, but enough to remind him she’s right there.

He doesn’t flinch. Just turns to her, joint forgotten now, gaze heavy and slow.

“You like talkin’ all that mess,” he says, reaching for her ankle and pulling her legs across his lap. “You gon’ regret runnin’ that mouth.”

“Promise?” she whispers.

Stack runs his hand up her shin, past her knee, grazing the soft skin on the inside of her thigh again, not teasing this time; just claiming. His fingers press into the plush curve just before it gets good.

Maya bites her bottom lip and watches him, all that confidence flickering behind her lashes.

But Stack doesn’t move further. Doesn’t press harder. He leans in instead, kissing the spot below her ear, speaking low into her skin.

“I’m not touchin’ you again ‘til you beg for real. And when I do… I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til your legs give out.”

Maya shivers. Real, deep, and this time, she’s the one trying to hold still.

He grins against her skin, satisfied.

The afternoon drifts by slow. After all the teasing and playful heat, they find themselves back in the bed, tangled under the fan with the curtains drawn against the high sun. The TV is still humming in the other room, but neither of them cares. Their limbs are wrapped tight, legs overlapping, Maya’s head resting just beneath Stack’s chin.

He dozes with one arm beneath her, the other draped heavy across her waist. His breathing is calm, warm against her forehead, like his body’s still claiming her even in sleep.

Maya stirs sometime after five. The light in the room is golden now, softer, slower. Her body is warm, her face pressed into Stack’s bare chest. She doesn’t move right away. She just listens to the sound of his heart, steady and sure, and the faint clatter of pans in the distance?

Her eyes flick open.

He’s not in bed.

She smiles softly before she even lifts her head. The smell hits her next; garlic, onion, something buttery and rich floating in from the kitchen. She stretches slow, sore in the hips, then slides out of bed, one of his shirts still clinging to her frame.

Maya pads barefoot into the kitchen and stops just short of the doorway, leaning her shoulder against the frame.

Stack stands at the stove, barefoot and shirtless again, grey sweats hanging low on his hips. His back is to her, muscles shifting every time he stirs the sauce. A large pot of pasta is boiling beside him, steam rising like mist. The whole room smells like love. Herbs and olive oil, parmesan and cream.

He hums to himself, low and off-key, flipping something in a skillet like he does this every Sunday. And truth be told, he kind of does.

Maya watches in silence, chin propped against her fist as she rests it on the doorway. It’s the casual confidence that gets her. The way he moves like he owns the space. The way he tastes as he cooks, licks his thumb, taps the spoon against the pot. He’s fine, but it’s the quiet care that does her in. The way he never lets her lift a finger when he’s in this mode.

He senses her before she speaks. Turns slightly and grins without looking.

“You always standin’ there like a creep,” he says, voice soft with amusement.

“I’m admirin’,” she replies, eyes soft. “It’s different.”

“You admirin’, huh?”

“Yup. Lookin’ at my man makin’ dinner like he ain’t just been actin’ up all day.”

Stack turns fully now, the wooden spoon still in his hand. “I was mindin’ my business. You the one crawlin’ up on that couch talkin’ about grindin’ and beggin’ and droppin’ shirts.”

Maya smirks. “I ain’t do none of that. I just said it.”

Stack steps forward slowly, setting the spoon down on the counter. “That mouth is dangerous. You know that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

He pauses in front of her, looking her over from crown to toes like he hasn’t been laid up in bed with her all day. His hand comes up to her chin, thumb brushing over her bottom lip.

“I ever tell you I love how you look when you just wake up?” he says, voice low and close.

She leans into his palm. “You told me last week.”

“I mean it every time. You look all soft. Eyes sleepy. Mouth poutin’. Makes me wanna kiss on you slow… or fuck you against the fridge.”

Maya laughs, cheeks warm. “You really can’t behave for more than ten minutes.”

“I am behavin’,” he says, pulling her close by the waist. “Ain’t I in here cookin’? Feedin’ my woman? Bein’ domestic and shit?”

“You cookin’, but your eyes over here undressin’ me.”

“They undress you every time I blink,” he murmurs.

She giggles again, looping her arms around his neck. “You smell good.”

“I smell like butter and sweat.”

“You smell like you,” she says. “And you know what that does to me.”

Stack hums against her neck, planting a kiss just below her ear. “Say less. After dinner, I’m puttin’ you to sleep properly.”

“Oh?” she teases. “And what we been doin’ all day then?”

He grins against her throat. “That was just foreplay.”

They eat at the table like they’ve got nowhere to be. Maya swirls her fork through creamy linguine while Stack grates fresh parmesan over both their bowls like it’s second nature. The conversation is light; laughter, soft jabs, long pauses where their eyes linger too long and the air starts to shift again.

She moans a little when she tastes the sauce, just to mess with him.

Stack watches her tongue swipe the corner of her mouth, jaw tight like he’s doing his best not to respond.

“You makin’ sounds like that over pasta,” he says, “and wonder why I be on you every five minutes.”

“Can’t help it,” she says, licking her fork slow. “Shit’s good.”

He leans forward, elbows on the table, voice dropping low. “You ain’t seen nothin’ good yet.”

That heat? It’s back. Curling between them like the steam rising off the plates. He’s quiet for the rest of the meal, but the way he watches her eat says everything. His stare doesn’t waver. Doesn’t blink. Like he’s been pacing himself all damn day just for this.

By the time the dishes are rinsed and the table’s cleared, Stack moves different. Slower. Focused. No more jokes. No more teasing.

He walks up behind Maya while she’s wiping the counter and rests both hands on her hips. But his grip wasn’t playful this time. It was Firm. Possessive.

“You done bein’ cute?” he asks, voice husky in her ear.

She straightens slowly. “Maybe.”

Stack turns her gently to face him. His mouth brushes hers once softly, almost chaste; but his hands are already sliding up the backs of her thighs, under the hem of the shirt.

“Good,” he whispers. “I’m done playin’ with you.”

He lifts her without another word.

Maya’s legs wrap around his waist instinctively, arms looping around his neck. Her back hits the hallway wall with a soft thud, and Stack is already kissing her like he needs it. Deep, slow, lips parting hers until she’s gasping into his mouth.

He grinds into her through his sweats, the heat between them unbearable.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, dragging his lips across her cheek. “That’s what you do to me. Walkin’ ‘round talkin’ nasty, actin’ like I won’t flip this fuckin’ whole apartment for you.”

“I wasn’t actin’,” she breathes.

“Exactly.”

He carries her into the bedroom, drops her on the bed with care but purpose, and yanks the shirt over her head. She lies back, fully bare now, chest rising, legs spread just enough.

Stack doesn’t pounce. Not yet.

He undresses slow. Peeling off the sweats, his body hard and ready. His eyes never leave hers.

Then he kneels on the bed and grabs her ankles, dragging her to the edge like she’s already his. Because she is.

“You want slow or rough?” he asks, settling between her thighs.

Maya’s voice is soft but steady. “I want you. Please I need it.”

That’s all it takes.

Stack pushes in with one long, punishing stroke, and Maya arches off the bed with a cry. He doesn’t give her time to adjust. He sets the pace immediately, deep, measured, with just enough pressure to make her toes curl.

His palm finds her throat, gripping with just enough force to ground her. His other hand presses her thigh open.

“Look at me,” he growls.

She does. Barely. That wasn’t good enough for him.

“I said look at me.” His voice rumbles as he grips her throat a bit tighter.

“Mmm…” She whimpers as her gaze meets his.

“You take it so good. Always open for me. Always ready.”

Her hands claw at his back as he rolls his hips harder now, dragging himself almost all the way out before slamming back in. The bed creaks. Her breath stutters. Her voice breaks.

“Elias, fuck baby please—”

“Yeah,” he grunts. “Say my name like that. Let me hear you when I’m in deep. Have my name drippin’ out your mouth while I work every spot I know drives you crazy.”

His thrusts pick up, smooth and devastating, rocking her against the mattress. Sweat beads on his forehead. Her nails leave trails down his back, her legs wrapping tight around his waist.

“Slow it down,” she whispers.

Stack obeys immediately. Not because she commands him, but because he listens. His strokes slow, but stay deep. He moves like he’s memorizing her shape. His lips fall to her shoulder, her collarbone, the space beneath her jaw.

“I love how you sound,” he whispers. “Love how you look when I’m inside you. Eyes all glassy. Mouth open like you ain’t even got words.”

She holds him tighter. Her hips rise to meet each stroke now, desperate for every inch.

“You mine, Maya,” he breathes against her lips. “Every inch of this body… this mouth… this pussy… mine.”

“Yours,” she chokes, her voice breaking into moans. “All yours.”

He groans deep in his chest and grabs her thigh, bending her leg higher, angling even deeper. Her body jerks with every thrust now, pleasure thick and pulsing between them.

“Daddy Gon’ make you cum hard,” he says. “Real deep. Real slow. Like I’m pourin’ it outta you.”

Maya’s close. Too close. The kind of build that aches, thick and blooming behind her ribs.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers.

“I’m not,” Stack whispers. “Not ‘til you fall apart for me.”

She does. Mere seconds later.

It rolls through her like a wave. Slow and devastating, her whole body trembling as she cries out his name. Her nails dig deep. Her mouth parts on a sob. Stack keeps moving through it, strokes faltering only when he loses himself, burying deep with a groan that sounds like adoration.

They collapse into each other, breathless, damp, chests rising in sync.

Stack kisses her forehead, still inside her, still holding her like he won’t let her drift an inch away.

“I meant every word,” he whispers. “You mine.”

Maya nods, voice barely there. “I know.”

The bedroom moves into a quiet lull, save for the sound of their breathing slowing down, syncing back to normal. The sheets are a mess. The air smells like sex, skin, and a whisper of his cologne that never fully fades.

Maya lies on her stomach, face buried in the pillow, body still twitching with aftershocks. Her legs are open, lazily draped across the bed, completely spent. Stack is sprawled beside her, arm tossed across her lower back, fingers idly tracing the curve of her spine like he’s still memorizing her, like he never wants to forget what just happened between them.

“Damn,” she murmurs into the pillow.

He chuckles low. “That all you got to say?”

“That’s all I can say,” she mumbles, lifting her head just enough to look at him. Her hair’s a wild halo around her face, lips swollen, eyes still a little unfocused. “You be tryna rearrange my soul, ‘Lias.”

He smirks, leaning in to kiss the top of her shoulder. “You was beggin’ for it.”

“And you delivered like Amazon Prime.”

Stack laughs out loud at that, deep and full, chest vibrating against her bare back.

“You stupid,” he says, still grinning.

She rolls onto her side to face him, cheeks glowing, body flushed and beautiful. “You keep fillin’ me up like that,” she says casually, brushing her fingers across his chest, “and we gon’ have a lil’ somebody runnin’ ‘round here talkin’ about ‘Dada’ before the summer’s out.”

Stack blinks once, then raises a brow, clearly caught off guard, but only for a second.

“Oh word?” he says, smirking again. “That what you tryna do now? Trap me with a baby?”

Maya grins, biting her lip. “You the one who don’t pull out.”

“You the one who tell me not to,” he shoots back.

“Well,” she shrugs, turning over to straddle him, hips resting low on his waist, “I like feelin’ you stay in it. Like all the way.”

His hands slide up her thighs, gripping her softly. “You just like temptin’ fate.”

“Maybe,” she whispers, leaning down to kiss his jaw. “Maybe I want something to show for all this lovin’.”

Stack’s eyes flicker, something serious swimming behind all that charm. His grip on her hips tightens just slightly, just enough to say I heard you.

“You really wouldn’t mind?” she asks quietly, softer now.

He meets her eyes dead-on. “Maya. If you carryin’ it? I’d raise ten.”

She laughs, hiding her face in his neck. “Okay, now you tryna trap me.”

“Too late,” he says, flipping her gently onto her back again, crawling on top of her with that slow, smug smile. “You been mine.”

They lie like that for a while, chest to chest, legs tangled, breath brushing breath.

“I like days like this,” Maya murmurs, fingers trailing down his back.

“Me too,” he says against her collarbone. “All you, all day.”

She hums, eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t ever let this be temporary.”

Stack kisses her slow. Long. Like a vow sealed with his mouth.

“It won’t,” he promises. “I’m locked in.”

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[sinners4ever]

"i-i'm so scared Smoke... i love you"

"this ain't no dead body.. this Stack... he stayin in here with me.."

"the best thing about me was him.."

"and i ain't doin this shit without you... there is no me without you.."

"last time i seen my brudda.. last time i seen the sun"

these lines still hit me so hard even after watching the movie 1000 times over. like why couldn't they just stay together forever???

[sinners4ever]

𝖮𝗅𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗇

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀－𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖻𝖿𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗑 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

⚠︎︎ 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌－explicit smut, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, weed use, fingering, choking (light), rough then tender, praise kink, age gap, daddy kink, possessive behavior, pet names,

𝖠／𝖭－𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾��𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 “𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈,”𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 out. A𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌mut, 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾. A𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿or😉

𝖵𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈

You swore it was just a pickup.

Quick text from Smoke:

“Pull up. Got some shit for you. Strong. Like me.”

Always so full of himself.

You threw on something quick—black shorts that barely covered anything and a white ribbed tank you weren’t wearing a bra under. Not to impress him. Just because it was hot out. That’s what you told yourself.

It was close to midnight when you pulled into the back lot of the old mechanic shop he ran his business out of. The lot was mostly empty, except for one car tucked in the far corner—a black Dodge Charger Hellcat with dark tint, chrome rims catching the moonlight.

You walked up slow, your slides hitting the pavement softly, heart thudding just a little too fast for a “casual” visit.

Driver’s window slid down.

Smoke looked at you from the shadows, leaning back in the seat like he hadn’t a care in the world. Low eyes, chain resting on his chest, blunt between his fingers.

When you walked up to Smoke’s car, he already had your blunt lit and seat reclined, like he’d been waiting for you all night. And maybe he had. That look in his eyes when you opened the passenger door said it all.

Low. Dark. Hungry.

“‘Bout time,” he muttered. “I was startin’ to think you ain’t want me no more.”

You smirked. “I came for the weed, old man. Not you.”

That gold-tooth grin of his flashed. “Mmhm. That why your nipples pokin’ through your lil’ shirt like that?”

You rolled your eyes—but still tugged the door open and climbed in.

Inside, it smelled like weed and leather, and cologne that cost more than your rent.

He passed you the blunt, and you took a long pull. The hit was smooth, but strong. Your lungs burned, head floating almost immediately.

“Shit,” you coughed, handing it back. “You weren’t lying.”

“‘Course I wasn’t.” He looked you over again, this time slower. “Now lemme see what else you came for.”

you passed him back the blunt. He took a long drag, settled back into the seat, and stared out the windshield.

You told yourself you weren’t gonna let it happen again. Not in the car. Not when you knew he could make you come just by talking.

But then his hand slid onto your thigh.

Not rushed. Just resting there. Warm and heavy like it belonged.

“You gone sit over there and act cute all night?” he murmured.

You turned in your seat, one leg folding up under you as you faced him, the leather creaking slightly under your movement. You reached over, hand sliding slow up his thigh.

“You always talkin’ like you got somethin’ to prove.”

Smoke didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. Just raised an eyebrow.

“I do got somethin’ to prove. And you touchin’ on it.”

You didn’t respond. Just slid your hand over his. Guided it higher. Past your bare thigh, up the curve of your hip, and right beneath the hem of your tiny shorts.

No panties.

You felt him tense, then exhale deep through his nose.

“Lil’ nasty,” he said, voice low. “You came outside like that?”

You turned your head, voice syrup-sweet. “You told me to come quick.”

The second you said it, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss—hard, wet, deep enough to make you dizzy. He kissed like he owned you. Tongue licking into your mouth, hand gripping your ass, pulling you closer until you were straddling him in the front seat.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips. “I missed this pussy.”

You settled on his lap, the denim of his jeans rough against the inside of your thighs. You could feel him—already thick, already hard.

His hand slid between your legs again, fingers teasing you open. He groaned when he felt how wet you already were.

“Damn. She always ready for me, huh?”

He chuckled low in his throat.

Your eyes fluttered shut when his middle finger pushed inside you, slow and thick. He curled it just right, like he knew your body. Like it was muscle memory.

“Keep takin’ that shit,” he said, watching you grind into his hand. “Look at you, fuckin’ yourself on my fingers like a good girl.”

You whimpered, hips rolling faster.

“Shh,” he hushed you. “I got you.”

His voice. His voice made your body obey. Made you fall apart for him in that seat with just his hand buried inside you and his teeth grazing your throat. You clenched around his fingers, back arching as you came fast and hard.

“Mm. Look at you. You was missin’ me.”

You grind your hips against him, slow and deliberate. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You did.

Your mouth crashed into his, and it wasn’t soft. It was teeth, and heat, and him grabbing your ass with both hands, squeezing so tight you moaned into his mouth. His tongue slid past your lips, deep and messy, while your hips rolled against him.

When he broke the kiss, his voice was rough.

“Climb on, mama. Ride me like you mean it.”

You blinked, dazed. “Right here?”

He grabbed your jaw, made you look at him.

“You come to me damn near naked at midnight, sittin’ on my dick in the back of a dark-ass lot, and you got the nerve to be shy now?”

Your pussy clenched, and he felt it. Smirked. That knowing, cocky grin that made you wanna slap him and let him ruin your life.

“Come on,” he said again. “I wanna watch you while you fuck me.”

You didn’t hesitate this time. You were on your knees, braced one hand on his chest, the other on the seat. You watched as he unzipped his pants, the heavy sound of his belt loosening making your stomach flip.

He pulled your panties to the side, ran two fingers down your slick folds, and groaned.

“Damn, baby… You drippin’. You need it that bad?”

“Smoke—please—”

He didn’t tease.

He pushed inside you in one deep stroke, and your head dropped forward with a loud moan. He was thick, stretching you open so slow it nearly hurt—but you loved it.

“So deep—” you moaned.

“I know. You takin’ it, though. You always do.”

He didn’t move at first. Just sat there, deep inside you, palm on your lower back, watching your pussy pulse around him.

“You feel that?” he whispered. “That’s mine. Every fuckin’ inch.”

“Fuck.” His hands gripped your hips hard. “Pussy still perfect. Grippin’ me like it missed me.”

You tried to respond, but all you could do was ride him. The car rocked with you, windows fogging as your thighs clapped against his. You reached one hand back to brace on his knee, trying to take all of him.

“That’s it, mama,” he groaned. “Take all this dick. You built for it.”

He leaned forward, palm sliding up your back, around your neck, fingers curling lightly at your throat.

“Who’s this pussy belong to?”

“You,” you gasped.

He tugged your head back against his shoulder, slowing his thrusts to grind deep. “Say it again.”

“You, Smoke—fuck, it’s yours—”

That earned you a slap to the ass, then another. You cried out, and he kissed your neck between spanks.

You were shaking. High, cock-drunk, toes curled, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as he reached down and rubbed your clit in rough little circles.

Your body started to tremble.

“There she go,” he cooed. “Go ‘head, make a mess. Cream on this dick.”

“You gone let daddy come in this pretty pussy?”

“Yes—yes, Smoke, please—”

“Beg for it.”

“Please,” you cried. “Please fill me up—I want it—need it—”

He groaned. His pace turned mean, messy, punishing. You came again without warning, clenching around him, and he didn’t last long after that—burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a growl against your shoulder.

The car went still. His forehead pressed to your back. His hand rested heavy on your hip.

The car was silent except for the ticking of the engine and the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath.

Smoke leaned back, hands still on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your skin.

“…Damn,” he muttered. “That wasn’t what I planned.”

You were still face in his shoulder, giggling softly.

“You always say that.”

He pulled you back gently into his lap, kissed your shoulder. “Only ‘cause you got a way of throwin’ me off.”

“Uh huh.” You shifted, a little whimper leaving your mouth as he slid out of you.

He grabbed a hoodie from the back seat, putting it on you. Then lit another blunt, passed it to you with a look so soft it made your chest ache.

“You hungry?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Good. Let’s go get you fed before I take you to the house and fuck you right.”

@cremeful

@enchanthings

[sinners4ever]

New chapter out now !!!!

Pretty as a Magnolia

Pairing: Elias “Stack” Moore x Magnolia Black!Oc Smoke x Magnolia Black!Oc (platonic)

Content|Warning(s): 18 plus, SMUT, sexual tension, wandering hands, fluff, smut , flirting, mentions of violence, blood and gore, fingering, oral fem! receiving

Summary: Magnolia and Stack are learning the dynamic of their relationship as they navigate living with one another. Everything seems to be going smoothly as they get into a rhythm with each other, but danger is lurking right around the corner.

Chapter Two: The Ties Between Us

Stack, Smoke, and Magnolia living together was an easy transition for her. She did basically everything she had back at home with her father, but now she was in good hands; safe. She was a bit shy the first few weeks being around a man that made her weak in the knees every-time he got close to her. Every small touch or brief passing made her heart flutter. She cooked for them and basically ran the home while they handled business. During the weekends she spent her time with the brothers at the juke joint and honestly this was the most fun she’d had since being here.

Today was an easy Sunday morning, Elijah, Annie and Elias hadn’t yet awakened and Magnolia was up bright and early making breakfast. The smell of sizzling country ham filled Elias’s senses and he woke up lazily carrying himself into the kitchen where he saw her there. Pretty as a summer sunrise. Her curls were pinned back into a low bun. Curls loose over her forehead while an apron was tied around her waist. She was focused on the pancakes she was making with a bit of the dry ingredients on the tip of her nose. He smiled at how at home she looked, how her at peace she was doing something so simple. She slowly walked in wrapping his arms around her small waist pulling her into him. “Goodmornin’, honey, it smells good in here, baby. You made all this for me?” His morning voice was rough and low and the warmth of his breath against her neck sent chills down her spine. She leaned into him naturally and he kissed the crook of her neck sweetly. “Actually, I made it for everyone in the house but I have your plate all ready for ya’ at the table.”, he looked back to see his plate with steam rolling off the food and smiled pulling her in closer. His hands gripping her hips and it caused her breath to hitch slightly. He chuckled at her reaction and slowly let his face fall into the crook of her neck. “You know you’re so beautiful, baby? Sweet as molasses I could eat you up right here.”

She was silent, but the way her chest rose and fell let him know how he made her body react. She gulped loudly as his right hand slowly eased down her hip and to the soft meat of her thigh. He whispered lowly, “May I?” She nodded slowly whimpering at the way his breath fluttered on her skin. He kissed the skin between her neck and shoulder while his fingers slowly pulled up the fabric of her dress until he felt the satin of her panties. He groaned lowly knowing how close his hand was to her honey pot, but he teased her a bit letting his calloused hand grip onto the supple flesh of her thigh and she gasped. He smiled once more while his hand slipping into the front of her panties the heat coming off her pussy made him bite his lips and roll his eyes just thinking about what it would feel like to be inside of her. Two fingers slipped past her clit warranting a soft breathy moan from Magnolia and then he flicked it again beginning a circular rhythm. She quickly moved the pans off the heat from the stove trying not to burn the rest of the bacon. He did not relent. He continued to rub soft circles on that sweet little pearl and those beautiful sounds she made only egged him on more. She bucked her hips forward adding more pressure and he smiled against her neck, kissing and sucking her soft skin. Stack pressed his hard dick against her rounded ass wanting her to feel just exactly what she did to him and she didn’t mind. Slowly his fingers slipped further, but her entrance was way too tight for two fingers and her pussy was nice and wet for him so he let his long middle finger slowly slip inside and she let out an open mouthed sigh and that almost sent him over the edge. His eyes rolled back as if he could feel her wrapped around him right there while his free hand grabbed her chin possessively giving him more freedom to bite, suck, and lick on her neck. His finger curled against that sweet spot and she was a moaning mess creating friction with her ass against his dick and he groaned in response. She wanted more, but he didn’t think she was ready just yet in the mean time he could have her come undone right in his hands like she was now. Her mind was blank she was busy chasing that high, that feeling that was tightening in her lower belly. He could tell she was close with the way she sighed and moaned, the way her body was trying to run away from the intense pleasure growing in her body. “Go head’, Suga paint my finger now. Let it out.” She couldn’t hold on anymore and something snapped. Her legs grew weak and shook like a leaf. Her eyes rolled and the sound that left her body was music to Stack’s ears. “Oh, my Go—Elias!” Just as she was coming down from her high he licked his finger clean and hummed in delight. “I can’t wait to lick that pretty little cooze of yours, baby.”

Without warning their passion filled moment was interrupted by Annie and Smoke who were still groggy from their sleep, but it seemed the four of them stiffened as they caught them in the afterglow of their moment. “Come on, Stack you couldn’t wait after breakfast to do that? You a dog, man.” Smoke scolded him and waved him off while Annie looked at Magnolia with this knowing look and cheeky smile. Magnolia blushed and smiled looking down, before cleaning her hands to start making everyone’s plate when Sammie came stumbling in. “Well, look who decided to wake up. You’re the baby out the group and we manage to get up before ya.” Stack teased while he waltz over to the table smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Sammie was still getting use to the late nights and booze filled hang overs in the morning. “Alright, Stack leave the boy alone now. He ain’t as seasoned as us old heads he’s a young buck.”, Smoke said hushing Stack. Which only made Stack laugh harder. Magnolia came over and hit him on the shoulder with her dish towel and Stack quickly wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her into his lap. “E-Elias..” she spoke in a meek tone and he smiled at that pretty little face. “Hush now I’m gon’ feed you. You should be off your feet you’ve been up since the crack of dawn cooking for all of us.”

After that delicious breakfast the boys went into town to handle their day time business and left Annie and Magnolia home. Annie was busy selling her charms, herbs, and tinctures while Magnolia was on the back porch reading. When something made her look away from her book. She saw in the distance her father standing in the field just up ahead staring at her. He was holding something in his hand…a GUN. And quickly Magnolia ran inside yelling for Annie. “Annie!!! He’s outside!!!” She was racked with fear and Annie came to her quickly holding a shot gun in hand. By the time they made it outside to confront him he was gone…almost like he’d never been there. Magnolia was hysterical, tears soaking her face. Annie did her best to comfort her but she knew Stack was the only person who could truly make her feel safe so she made a tea for her to ease her anxiety and help her sleep and laid her down until they got back.

When they arrived Annie explained everything and both Smoke and Stack were livid. He had the audacity to come a few mere feet from their property and he was watching them he knew they weren’t home to protect her. “What are we gonna do he’s gonna keep coming back until he can get to her, Stack?” Annie said with concern lacing her voice. Stack paced back and forth trying to calm himself down. He couldn’t do anything stupid this had to be properly planned. “We are gonna let him come to us….I know exactly what we’re gonna do.” He spoke vaguely but when he looked at Smoke and they nodded in unison. Now he needed to check on his girl. There she was sleeping looking just like an angel, his angel. He sat on the bed beside and stroke her hair and then her face which slowly woke her. She shot up and rushed into his arms burying her face into his chest. “I know, baby. I’m here I won’t let em’ hurt ya again. I swear on my life. I’m gonna end that bastard one way or another.” His words were a promise and the malice he felt even thinking about that sick bastard stealing her away was making it hard to not go find him himself. But he had to think about her, if this was gonna be done right he’d need to use her as bait and he knew she’d be more than hesitant to do so but he was going to make sure she’d be safe and he was gonna give that man exactly what he deserved.

To be continued…

@deexoxomuah

[sinners4ever]

My love

Summary: It’s Smoke’s first year without Stack. His birthday’s coming up, and while there’s plenty going on, it’s hard to ignore Stack’s absence.

Pairing: Sad! Husband! Smoke x Pregnant! Wife! reader

WC: 2k

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, grief(?). MDNI

Order up!🛎️ Catfish dinner, Cheese fries, Coconut pudding and a Water.

You stood in the kitchen at the counter, cutting up some potatoes and swaying as you listened to the wind blow. The wind has been relentless this week— blowing the shutters off of people’s houses, causing the power to go out and making the house creak. You have candles lit in every room, making the house smell like cherries and vanilla— while also providing you the light you needed to keep prepping food for tomorrow.

Tomorrow is Elijah’s birthday, the first year without stack being by his side. You both wondered if he’d show up at any point within the last year, but he’s kept his distance.

You’re down to the last potato, ready to be done and off your feet. You feel hands wrap around your belly and a head resting on your shoulder.

You grin.

“Lijah, I thought you were outside still.”

“I came on in, the wind is becoming too much—“

“What are you cutting potatoes for?”

“For tomorrow.” You remind him.

He sighs.

“I told you I didn’t want to do anything special for tomorrow.”

You put the knife down and turn around, looking into his eyes.

“Let me do this for you. It’ll be your last birthday with just us, let’s celebrate it.”

His eyes glance at your round belly, sitting high in your dress.

He puts his hands on your belly, still admiring you and what you’ve two created.

“You’re right about that. He’ll be here by my next birthday.”

You chuckle, shaking your head.

“It ain’t a boy, it’s a girl.”

He disagrees with you and has ever since the day you told him.

“No ma’am, it’s a boy. I can just feel it, I’m gonna have a son.”

You grin, placing your hands on top of his— wedding bands rubbing. You feel a harsh kick, making you gasp.

Elijah’s eyes widen, causing him to tear up. He never gets to feel the baby kick.

“Well, boy or girl they’ve been killing me with these kicks.”

He chuckles, wiping his eyes.

“They’re strong, real strong.”

“Just like their daddy.” You add.

He leaned down giving you a kiss, his hand still on your belly. You can taste the tobacco and liquor on his lips, but you don’t mind.

He walks over to the couch, finally sitting down for the first time today. You finish up cutting the potato and placing it in the bowl with the rest.

The candles flicker in the room, cutting through the otherwise darkness in the house.

You take your apron off, placing it on a kitchen chair and walk over to the couch. You sit down beside Elijah on the couch and swiftly turn, placing your feet over his lap. He rubs his hands over your legs, not breaking eye contact with the window.

The trees in the yard move with the wind, the clouds hung low and a clap of thunder followed the lightning.

His hands trailed to your feet, holding them and rubbing circles around the center with a bit of pressure.

You throw your head back, feeling some relief. This pregnancy has made your body ache in ways it never had before, lately it was your feet. It hurt to be on them long or to have to do long walks and your back was troubling you too. As much as you’re grateful for the baby, you’re ready for them to be out.

“They been hurting you again?” He asks.

You nod, holding your belly.

“They never stopped hurting. I just push through the pain and hope it goes away when we go to bed.”

He nods, making sure to be extra attentive to how he rubs them this time.

The rain outside starts pouring, hard and heavy.

“I noticed you’ve been drinking, I could taste it on your lips.” You point out.

He sucks his teeth, making note of what you said— but not responding.

“I’m not saying it to nag, I just wanted to say that I understand.”

He glances at you, still rubbing your feet. His silence filling the room.

The silence lingers for another five minutes, before he speaks.

“We had it all.. The money, friends, our own mill and some freedom— all that we had dreamed of for so long.”

You bite your lip, trying not to get emotional at the thought. You remember that night all too well.

“I haven’t seen my brother in over a year.. that’s the longest I’ve ever been away from him.”

You rub his arm, trying to be there for him in this moment and let him voice his feelings.

He lets out a sigh, hands trembling while he rubs your feet.

You get up and come in front of him, squatting and grabbing his hands.

“Elijah, look at me.” You demand, softly.

Tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked at you with the same helpless look he had when Stack bled out in his arms.

“You still got it all. We lost people, but that was not the end for us. What that white devil did to us didn’t go unpunished.” You reassure him.

He nods through the tears.

“You will see Stack again when he’s ready to come back. Remember, this is painful for him too. He lost Mary that night, something he’ll never get over.”

You stand up, standing there in front of him. He presses his head against your belly, letting it rest there. You rub his head, wishing you could take this pain away from him.

He presses a lingering kiss to your belly.

“I love you.” He mutters.

He leans back against the couch, staring at you.

You sit in his lap, straddling it— holding his face in your hands.

“I love you, Elijah.”

He kisses you— slow, careful and full of love. The kiss lasts longer than a normal kiss between you two, it was a kiss where he longed for more. What started off slow, turned into a full and passionate makeout.

Maybe this was his way of taking his mind off of the hurt.

His lips leave yours, placing kisses on your cheek and down your neck. Taking his time and exploring your body, like it’s his first time.

You put your arms around his neck, letting out soft moans at his kisses.

He whispers in your ear, “I love you too, more than you could ever know.”

You can feel his bulge in his pants, pressing up against your panties. It’s taking everything in you to not buck against it for some friction.

The heat between you two building, almost something that you can’t control.

He picks you up, laying you on your back on the couch— while he’s in between your legs.

You raise your dress and pull your panties down, throwing them on the floor.

He pulls down his suspenders and unbuckles his belt.

He leans down kissing you again, as he unzips his pants.

“You ready for me, mama?” He asks, groaning in between kissing.

You feel his head rub against your folds, making your back arch a little.

He lines himself up with your entrance, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he pushes himself in.

A loud gasp escapes your lip and a groan from his.

His hands wrap around your hips as he pushes the rest in.

He stretches you, a feeling that you’re still not used to even years later.

You clench around him as he bottoms out, your hand gripping the couch and moans spilling out of your mouth.

“Shit, woman. You make me feel so weak.” He grunts.

He thrusts in and out of you, slowly— enjoying the feel of your warm pussy.

He grits his teeth, barely holding on by a loose thread.

“Elijah..” you mumble.

“Mhmm—“

“You’re doing so good takin me, baby.” He coaches you.

He leans down kissing you, his dick hitting your g-spot— making your toes curl.

You moan into his mouth, your tongue swirling his.

“Fuck.” He grunts,

You wrap your legs around him, making him chuckle.

“You can’t get enough of me, huh?”

His strokes have turned you into a mess, all you can do is nod.

He adjusts and puts your legs on his shoulders. He can see all of him disappearing into you.

He can feel himself right on the edge of release, he puts his hand on your aching clit as he starts going harder and faster.

“Just like that.. Elijah.” You pant.

“Yeah.. mama—“

“You’re so damn tight.” He moans, throwing his head back.

The room filled with your moans, his grunts, the thunder outside and the smell of cherries.

Your eyes roll back in your head and legs start to tremble on his shoulders as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you.

“Oh, Elijah.. I’m gonna—“

Before you can finish your sentence, you’re clenching around him and letting out a moan that he’s never heard before.

He grins, biting his lip.

“That’s a new one.”

His breaths become closer and closer together as he pounds you, balls slapping your ass.

Three more thrusts and he was spilling into you, his ropes of warm cum filling you.

He thrusts two more times, enjoying his release and grabbing your hand.

He takes a minute to catch his breath, enjoying the view of you.

He places a kiss to your leg as he slowly pulls out of you.

He leans down, caressing your face with his thick hands and gives you a kiss.

“Hopefully we didn’t scare the baby.” He jokes, making both of you laugh.

He stands up, adjusting his pants and boxers— putting his hand out to help you up.

You both blow the candles out on your way to the bedroom. You spend the night in each other’s arms— laughing, discussing baby names and reminiscing on how you met. He laughed more that night than he had in the last year.

The next morning you woke Smoke up to hotcakes, eggs and sausage. You showered him in kisses and sang happy birthday to him. He couldn’t stop smiling at you, a genuine smile that you hadn’t seen in a while.

After breakfast, He cleaned up and went outside to work on his truck. You spent the day tidying up around the house and prepping his birthday meal— Pork shoulder, potatoes, green beans and rolls. You made his Caramel cake early this morning after getting up.

Hours go by, the sun starts setting and the sky clouds up again— making it gloomy.

Elijah walks in, giving you a kiss on the forehead and heading to go clean up.

“It smells good in here, baby.” He admits.

You light three candles and set both of your plates on the table.

Elijah walks back in, pulling your chair out so you can sit and then sitting down himself.

He glances at you, face full of appreciation.

“You really ain’t have to do all this for me.”

You smile, rubbing his hand.

“I’d do anything for you.”

You both dig in, enjoying the food— when you’re interrupted by a knock at the door.

Elijah glances at you and gets up, walking to the door. Neither of you have a clue as to who it could be.

You stand up, following behind him.

Elijah opens up the door and it’s stack, standing there. He’s standing there, frozen. You can’t see who it is from your angle, so you walk closer.

“Elijah, who is —“

You see Stack and drop your glass.

They hug each other, tears in their eyes. The first time they’ve seen each other since the opening of the juke joint.

“I wasn’t gonna let you go through this birthday alone.” Stack chuckles, hugging Smoke.

You can’t believe it, you weren’t sure if you’d ever see him again.

Stack steps back, wiping his tears.

“Can I come in?”

Elijah nods.

“Yeah, come on in.”

Stack steps in and you run over hugging him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Your voice cracks.

He chuckles, rubbing your back.

“I see you’ve been taking good care of my big brother.”

You pull away and stack notices your bump. His mouth wide open, he points at Elijah and then back at you.

Elijah laughs.

“We have a lot to catch up on.”

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[sinners4ever]

Pretty as a Magnolia

Pairing: Elias “Stack” Moore x Magnolia Black!Oc Smoke x Magnolia Black!Oc (platonic)

Content|Warning(s): 18 plus, SMUT, sexual tension, wandering hands, fluff, smut , flirting, mentions of violence, blood and gore, fingering, oral fem! receiving

Summary: Magnolia and Stack are learning the dynamic of their relationship as they navigate living with one another. Everything seems to be going smoothly as they get into a rhythm with each other, but danger is lurking right around the corner.

Chapter Two: The Ties Between Us

Stack, Smoke, and Magnolia living together was an easy transition for her. She did basically everything she had back at home with her father, but now she was in good hands; safe. She was a bit shy the first few weeks being around a man that made her weak in the knees every-time he got close to her. Every small touch or brief passing made her heart flutter. She cooked for them and basically ran the home while they handled business. During the weekends she spent her time with the brothers at the juke joint and honestly this was the most fun she’d had since being here.

Today was an easy Sunday morning, Elijah, Annie and Elias hadn’t yet awakened and Magnolia was up bright and early making breakfast. The smell of sizzling country ham filled Elias’s senses and he woke up lazily carrying himself into the kitchen where he saw her there. Pretty as a summer sunrise. Her curls were pinned back into a low bun. Curls loose over her forehead while an apron was tied around her waist. She was focused on the pancakes she was making with a bit of the dry ingredients on the tip of her nose. He smiled at how at home she looked, how her at peace she was doing something so simple. She slowly walked in wrapping his arms around her small waist pulling her into him. “Goodmornin’, honey, it smells good in here, baby. You made all this for me?” His morning voice was rough and low and the warmth of his breath against her neck sent chills down her spine. She leaned into him naturally and he kissed the crook of her neck sweetly. “Actually, I made it for everyone in the house but I have your plate all ready for ya’ at the table.”, he looked back to see his plate with steam rolling off the food and smiled pulling her in closer. His hands gripping her hips and it caused her breath to hitch slightly. He chuckled at her reaction and slowly let his face fall into the crook of her neck. “You know you’re so beautiful, baby? Sweet as molasses I could eat you up right here.”

She was silent, but the way her chest rose and fell let him know how he made her body react. She gulped loudly as his right hand slowly eased down her hip and to the soft meat of her thigh. He whispered lowly, “May I?” She nodded slowly whimpering at the way his breath fluttered on her skin. He kissed the skin between her neck and shoulder while his fingers slowly pulled up the fabric of her dress until he felt the satin of her panties. He groaned lowly knowing how close his hand was to her honey pot, but he teased her a bit letting his calloused hand grip onto the supple flesh of her thigh and she gasped. He smiled once more while his hand slipping into the front of her panties the heat coming off her pussy made him bite his lips and roll his eyes just thinking about what it would feel like to be inside of her. Two fingers slipped past her clit warranting a soft breathy moan from Magnolia and then he flicked it again beginning a circular rhythm. She quickly moved the pans off the heat from the stove trying not to burn the rest of the bacon. He did not relent. He continued to rub soft circles on that sweet little pearl and those beautiful sounds she made only egged him on more. She bucked her hips forward adding more pressure and he smiled against her neck, kissing and sucking her soft skin. Stack pressed his hard dick against her rounded ass wanting her to feel just exactly what she did to him and she didn’t mind. Slowly his fingers slipped further, but her entrance was way too tight for two fingers and her pussy was nice and wet for him so he let his long middle finger slowly slip inside and she let out an open mouthed sigh and that almost sent him over the edge. His eyes rolled back as if he could feel her wrapped around him right there while his free hand grabbed her chin possessively giving him more freedom to bite, suck, and lick on her neck. His finger curled against that sweet spot and she was a moaning mess creating friction with her ass against his dick and he groaned in response. She wanted more, but he didn’t think she was ready just yet in the mean time he could have her come undone right in his hands like she was now. Her mind was blank she was busy chasing that high, that feeling that was tightening in her lower belly. He could tell she was close with the way she sighed and moaned, the way her body was trying to run away from the intense pleasure growing in her body. “Go head’, Suga paint my finger now. Let it out.” She couldn’t hold on anymore and something snapped. Her legs grew weak and shook like a leaf. Her eyes rolled and the sound that left her body was music to Stack’s ears. “Oh, my Go—Elias!” Just as she was coming down from her high he licked his finger clean and hummed in delight. “I can’t wait to lick that pretty little cooze of yours, baby.”

Without warning their passion filled moment was interrupted by Annie and Smoke who were still groggy from their sleep, but it seemed the four of them stiffened as they caught them in the afterglow of their moment. “Come on, Stack you couldn’t wait after breakfast to do that? You a dog, man.” Smoke scolded him and waved him off while Annie looked at Magnolia with this knowing look and cheeky smile. Magnolia blushed and smiled looking down, before cleaning her hands to start making everyone’s plate when Sammie came stumbling in. “Well, look who decided to wake up. You’re the baby out the group and we manage to get up before ya.” Stack teased while he waltz over to the table smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Sammie was still getting use to the late nights and booze filled hang overs in the morning. “Alright, Stack leave the boy alone now. He ain’t as seasoned as us old heads he’s a young buck.”, Smoke said hushing Stack. Which only made Stack laugh harder. Magnolia came over and hit him on the shoulder with her dish towel and Stack quickly wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her into his lap. “E-Elias..” she spoke in a meek tone and he smiled at that pretty little face. “Hush now I’m gon’ feed you. You should be off your feet you’ve been up since the crack of dawn cooking for all of us.”

After that delicious breakfast the boys went into town to handle their day time business and left Annie and Magnolia home. Annie was busy selling her charms, herbs, and tinctures while Magnolia was on the back porch reading. When something made her look away from her book. She saw in the distance her father standing in the field just up ahead staring at her. He was holding something in his hand…a GUN. And quickly Magnolia ran inside yelling for Annie. “Annie!!! He’s outside!!!” She was racked with fear and Annie came to her quickly holding a shot gun in hand. By the time they made it outside to confront him he was gone…almost like he’d never been there. Magnolia was hysterical, tears soaking her face. Annie did her best to comfort her but she knew Stack was the only person who could truly make her feel safe so she made a tea for her to ease her anxiety and help her sleep and laid her down until they got back.

When they arrived Annie explained everything and both Smoke and Stack were livid. He had the audacity to come a few mere feet from their property and he was watching them he knew they weren’t home to protect her. “What are we gonna do he’s gonna keep coming back until he can get to her, Stack?” Annie said with concern lacing her voice. Stack paced back and forth trying to calm himself down. He couldn’t do anything stupid this had to be properly planned. “We are gonna let him come to us….I know exactly what we’re gonna do.” He spoke vaguely but when he looked at Smoke and they nodded in unison. Now he needed to check on his girl. There she was sleeping looking just like an angel, his angel. He sat on the bed beside and stroke her hair and then her face which slowly woke her. She shot up and rushed into his arms burying her face into his chest. “I know, baby. I’m here I won’t let em’ hurt ya again. I swear on my life. I’m gonna end that bastard one way or another.” His words were a promise and the malice he felt even thinking about that sick bastard stealing her away was making it hard to not go find him himself. But he had to think about her, if this was gonna be done right he’d need to use her as bait and he knew she’d be more than hesitant to do so but he was going to make sure she’d be safe and he was gonna give that man exactly what he deserved.

To be continued…

@deexoxomuah

Chapter One

[sinners4ever]

For later

𝒯𝐼𝐿 𝒟𝐸𝒜𝒯𝐻 𝒟𝒪 𝒰𝒮 𝒫𝒜𝑅𝒯

Pairing | Bo Chow x fem reader

𖣁 Summary : After your father's passing, you and your mother moved from South Carolina to Mississippi to be closer to family. You temporarily stayed with your aunt, Annie's mother. During a trip into town, you met the love of your life, Bo Chow.𖣁

Word count | 5.6k +

Warnings : Mature content | cursing, use of the n-slur, spitting ( very quick ), unprotected sex, finger-sucking, cunnilingus.

Authors note : This was originally going to be all fluff, but my friend pulled my arm. It's my first time writing smut in years, by the way. (This is pretty self-indulgent; the reader's background is based on me a little. :) ) You, Bo, Stack, Smoke, and Annie are all around the same age.

I’m not very familiar with how weddings work, so I tried my best. I even looked up wedding scripts and movie scenes, so if it’s a bit out of order, give me some grace, please.

The air is crisp and warm on this early spring day. Freshly bloomed flowers and green grass fill the scene, and the sound of last-minute adjustments to ties and hairdos fills the silence.

“Bo, calm down before you pass out,” could be heard by passersby in one of the church's changing rooms.

“I’m fine, Smoke,” Bo said, about to light a cigarette.

“Man, you can't be smokin' in no damn church,” uttered Stack, taking the cigarette from Bo’s trembling fingers.

“Look, you’s marrying y/n, not a stranger. When she walks down that aisle, I bet you'll forget about all them nerves you got,” Smoke said, patting Bo on the back.

Bo, Stack, and Smoke were always close to one another, lending a hand to each other when things got tough.

When Bo’s family immigrated to the United States seeking stability in Mississippi, he quickly formed a bond with the twins and the people who made up the small community of Clarksdale. Here, his parents built a business, a small one, but one that was a necessity, one that was an opportunity to better this town even a little bit.

Here is where he met you, due to Smoke, of course. You are Annie's cousin from South Carolina. Your pa passed, leaving your mother widowed with barely anything to lean back on. She decided to pack up her stuff, along with 19-year-old you, and move to Mississippi with her sister and brother-in-law.

Residing with your aunt was something to get used to, but her daughter Annie was like the sister you’ve never had. Always attentive, loving, and easy to talk to. Quickly, you found out she was talking to this Smoke boy. Talks of him and that twin of his were easy to overhear in this town.

“Annie, let me meet this boy you’re head over heels in love with,” you pouted, sighing when Annie ignored you, tending to her herbs.

Annie playfully rolled her eyes at your comment. “y/n, I'm not in love with him. We’re just talking, that’s all.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Girl, please,” you uttered, shaking your head. “That boy got you walking like you’re on clouds. He's good for ya.”

Annie lets out a defeated sigh. “Well, he’s stopping by later to see me, and I'm sending him to the store in town for a few things.”

Just then, the engine of a car could be heard from afar.

You squint your eyes to see the two figures better. “Looks like he came early,” you said with a knowing grin towards Annie.

Smoke and Stack approached with an air of casual confidence, their footsteps echoing in the dirt.

“Annie, I hope you don't mind we came by early,” Smoke said smoothly as he made his way to Annie and gently kissed her hand. “Me and Stack got some important tasks needing to get done.”

“And who’s this beauty right here?” Stack interjected, nodding toward you.

You smiled softly, feeling a bit shy under his gaze. "I'm y/n, Annie's cousin," you replied.

“Nice to meet ya, I’m Stack and that’s my brother Smoke,” he introduced himself, a friendly grin spreading across his face as he reached out to shake your hand.

“Oh, I know who y’all are,” you said, a smile breaking across your face. “I be hearin' y’alls names damn near everywhere I go.”

“Is that so?” Stack muttered in amusement. “Where you from?” Stack asked, getting a cig out of his pants pocket.

“South Carolina,” you responded, taking a moment to glance around.

“Hmm, interesting. What makes you come up to good ol’ Mississippi?” Stack inquired, lighting the cigarette and exhaling a thin plume of smoke.

“Momma decided it was best to come up here, to be closer to family,” you said.

At that moment, Smoke shot a look over at the two of you. “Stack, leave that girl alone,” he interjected, a teasing warning in his voice.

“Damn, a nigga can't make conversation?” Stack said, taking yet another puff from his cigarette.

You let out a laugh. “He’s fine,” you assured, glancing affectionately at Annie and Smoke. “I'm glad I can meet the boy my dear cousin is so smitten by.”

“Well, me and Stack are headin' into town to get a few things for Annie. You want to come with us?” Smoke asked.

"Hell yeah, let me grab my handbag," you said with an enthusiastic nod as you turned toward the porch.

“ Nah, that ain't necessary. We got you.” Smoke replied, making his way to the car, not before kissing Annie on the cheek.

Before you could respond, Annie interjected, her tone playful yet assertive. “She got her own money, Smoke,” she said with a knowing side glance.

“ I know, but what’s the harm in paying for family?” Smoke replied to Annie with a grin spreading across his face as he shrugged casually, unbothered.

Just then, Stack honked the car horn.

“Nigga, hurry up! It smells like it's about to rain,” he yelled from the driver's seat.

Smoke swiftly ignored Stack before shifting his focus back to you and Annie. “Come on, baby, just this once I promise. Cross my heart.”

Annie sighed in defeat. “Fine, but you better watch her,” she said with a slight pout.

“ She’s in good hands, I promise.” Smoke said, placing one last kiss on Annie’s lips.

You squeal before hugging Annie. “Thank you, I’ll stay close to them and won't run their pockets, promise.”

You ran toward the car, waving to Annie with a wide smile as Stack opened the door for you.

Smoke smiled slightly, walking backward toward the car, and blowing Annie a kiss.

“Bye baby, see you soon.”

The car ride to town wasn't as long as you thought it would be. Conversation with Smoke and Stack came easily. You didn't even notice when the three of you made it to town.

“Alright, little lady, we here,” Stack said, stepping out of the car and once again opening the door for you.

“Damn, Stack, you weren't lying; it smells like it's about to start pouring down any minute.”

Smoke looked toward the both of you judgmentally. “What the fuck is wrong with y’all? I swear y’all are the only niggas who smell that shit.”

The store bell rings as the three of you walk in. “Smoke, it must be your nose then, ‘cause a normal person would be able to smell it,” you say, smiling as you take in your surroundings.

Before Smoke could retort, the back room door could be heard opening.

“Aye Bo, just the man I was looking for,” Stack uttered.

Adverting your attention from Smoke, you made eye contact with the man called Bo.

Your eyebrows went up in interest unknowingly.

Breaking eye contact, Bo replied to Stack,

“Yeah, what do you need me for?” he said, placing a pencil behind his ears.

“I need some ginger, lavender, and ink,” Stack said, taking a lollipop from the counter.

Bo made a face. Before he could speak, Smoke interrupted, “It's for Annie.”

Bo nodded in understanding before heading toward the front of the store.

“And who’s the pretty girl you’re with?” Bo said, pointing toward you with a soft smile.

“I'm Annie’s cousin,” you declared, sizing him up from head to toe. Your eyes swept over the crisp, white dress shirt that clung to his form, long sleeves rolled up displaying his forearms, apron accentuating his waist.

Bo chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eye. “Is that right?” he replied leaning in with curiosity.“And does Annie’s cousin have a name?” He raised a brow taking a moment to truly observe you. His gaze swept over the way your brown eyes shimmered in the warm glow of the store's lighting, your tight curls pinned up framing your face, bright yellow sundress dancing lightly around your figure, complementing your complexion.

You half-smiled in amusement. “It's y/n,” you uttered as Bo softly took your hand in his. “Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he said, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles.

"Sir, if I didn't know any better, I would think you were flirtin' with me,” you replied to him with a soft tilt of your head.

Bo let out a hearty laugh. “And is that a bad thing, darlin’?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with interest. You took in a breath, your heart racing as you fluttered your eyelashes playfully. “Never said it was,” you replied, a teasing smile dancing on your lips.

Before Bo could retort back, Smoke interrupted. “I don't mean to intrude on this lovely meeting, but we’re on a time crunch,” he said, tapping one of the worn shelves next to him.

You playfully rolled your eyes before turning to the twins. Stack met your eyes with a knowing smirk. “Well, let me grab a little something since y’all are payin’,” you said with a purse of your lips, walking toward the box of Cracker Jacks you had your eyes on.

You grabbed the box of Cracker Jacks, swiftly making your way back up front as the three men waited on you. You set the box down on the counter along with Annie’s things.

While Bo began to add the items up, you couldn't help but stare at him longingly. Stack noticed and nudged you teasingly. Bo packaged the items before turning toward the three of you. “Anything else?” he said to Smoke. Smoke shook his head, grabbing the items as Bo came from the back of the front counter, making his way over to you.

“Hope you come visit again soon, darlin’,” Bo said, bringing an arm from his back, holding one single lily. You smiled in amusement before taking the flower and bringing it to your nose.

“We’ll see, Mr. Bo,” you said with a sultry whisper, making your way to the twins.

You were seated in the bridal room, Annie behind you putting on your pearl necklace.

You let out a breath. “Do you think Bo is as nervous as I am?” you said, fanning yourself.

“He can't be as nervous as you. If you keep all that stressin', you’ll sweat through your gown,” Annie teased, clasping your necklace.

“Momma and Auntie are already in the sanctuary sitting in the front row.” You giggled to yourself before raising your hand to your chest. “I just wish Daddy was here to walk me down the aisle.”

Annie looked at you with understanding in her eyes. “He’s here; he’s always here, y/n.”

You nodded. “I know,” you replied with a slight smile. You felt the knot develop in your throat and began to sniffle.

Annie quickly grabbed a handkerchief. “Oh y/n, don't start all that cryin' now; you ain't even walked down the aisle yet,” Annie said, rubbing your shoulders.

“I know, I know,” you chuckled, taking the handkerchief to dab the corners of your eyes. Just then, a firm knock on the door echoed throughout the bridal room. Annie left her spot from behind you, opening the door to reveal both Stack and Smoke dressed in striking black tuxedos.

“How’s Mrs. Chow?” Stack uttered, hugging Annie and then moving toward you.

You got up from the vanity with a smile. “I ain't Mrs. Chow yet,” you laughed, hugging Stack.

“Bighead, you know I was jokin’. Your groom's about to piss his pants though. ” He let out a soft chuckle, before gently loosening his hold on you.

He then took the time to take you in. “You look beautiful, really,” he smiled, the grills that adorned his teeth glistening. He then sighed dramatically. “Bighead, growin' up on me.” He shook his head, grasping his chest.

Annie and Smoke both chuckled by the door.Smoke nudged Stack aside, making room as he turned his attention to you. “How you doin', y/n?” Smoke asked you softly, wrapping his arms around you for a hug.

“Like my heart's about to jump outta my chest,” you replied, separating from Smoke.

Annie then interjected. “She been worryin' all mornin';” she said, resting an arm on Smoke.

“Bo's been the same, but worse,” Stack smiled from the other side of you and shook his head. Just as he spoke there was yet another knock on the door. Annie glanced toward the door, her brow furrowed in curiosity, as she moved to answer it, before she could reach it, Smoke stepped forward and swung it open.

Standing in the doorway was Cornbread. his expression a mix of enthusiasm and determination.

"Alright, it's go time, y'all," he declared, as he scanned the four of you with an encouraging grin.

You inhaled deeply,.With careful hands, you picked up your bouquet from the nearby chair. You then took the time to look over yourself in the vanity one final time. Turning to Stack, you reached out to take his arm, “You ready?” he said, smiling and raising an eyebrow. “Ready as I'll ever be,” you replied, clutching your bouquet tighter.

Smoke, with Annie linked across his arm, glanced back at you both, "Here we go, y'all," he announced.

The sound of the piano could be heard from where you and Stack were. Annie and Smoke made their way down the aisle together. The rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen followed suit. The ring bearer made his way down the aisle, not before almost tripping on his feet. Affectionate laughter could be heard throughout the sanctuary. You and Stack moved closer to the entryway, closely watching as the little flower girl spread white rose petals down the aisle.

You looked up at Stack, but before you could say anything, he whispered with a smile, "Girl, don't be passin' out now." You exhaled with relief when you both reached the entryway. Your guests began to stand, turning their attention toward you. Time seemed to slow when you saw Bo standing at the altar.

Both you and Smoke started walking down the aisle slowly. You couldn’t help but tear up as you saw all the people who had come to support you and Bo. This overwhelming feeling of community filled your heart.

Bo fell in love with you all over again as he watched you walk down the aisle with Stack. Your gown flowed beautifully as you walked, the intricate design of the dress accentuating your figure. Your hair cascaded down your neck, thanks to the roller treatment you had the day before, and your eyes sparkled just like they did when he first met you. You cradled a bouquet of baby’s breath in your hands.

Before Bo realized it, a tear rolled down his cheek, and that’s when you finally stood before him. He felt your palm gently touch his face, wiping away his tear.

“Hey, baby,” you whispered, smiling at Bo. “Hey, darlin’,” Bo replied, his voice shaky. You took both of his hands and turned to the pastor.

The pastor requested that everyone take a seat before he began. "Welcome, family and friends. We are here today to witness and celebrate the marriage of Y/n and Bo Chow. This marks the next chapter in their lives together. They have spent years getting to know each other, and today we see how their relationship has grown. They will formally and publicly affirm their bond."

Bo and Y/n will celebrate their love today, but they will also celebrate the love from all of us especially from their parents, siblings, extended family, and best friends. Without that love, today would not be as joyful."

“ Now the couple would like to say their heartfelt words with one another," the pastor announced.

You took a deep breath, as you removed the small folded paper from your bouquet, As you lifted your gaze to meet Bo's expectant eyes.

“I love you with all my heart. I promise to love you, trust you, encourage you, and respect you. I will work with you to build a fair and caring relationship, knowing that together we can create a better life than we could alone. Today, I accept you as you are and offer myself to you in return. I will care for you, stand by you, and share all of life’s challenges and joys from this day forward and for the rest of my life. “

After you finished speaking you didn't notice the tears welling in you eyes. Bo gently caressed your hands before reciting his words to you.

“I fall in love with you every single day. Baby, with you, I have discovered a love that is steady, unwavering, and filled with a kind of magic I never knew existed. I vow to love you in every way you need, on the days when life feels effortless and on those when it feels heavy. I promise to stand by your side, to believe in you, and to remind you every day just how deeply you are loved. You are my safe place, my greatest adventure, my forever. For all the days of my life, I choose you, over and over again, in every moment, in every lifetime, always.”

Bo finished speaking, taking a moment to express his feelings to you through his eyes. Your mother could be heard sobbing from the pew closest to you. The pastor then began to speak again, saying, “Ring bearer, please bring the rings.” The cute little boy made his way to stand in front of you and Bo.

The pastor continued, “A ring is an unbroken circle with ends that have been joined together, and it represents your union. It is a symbol of infinity and of your infinite love. When you look at these rings on your hands, be reminded of this moment, your commitment, and the love you now feel for each other.

Bo, place the ring on y/n’s finger and repeat after me: ‘Y/n, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love with the pledge: to love you today, tomorrow, always, and forever.’”

Bo does as he is told, placing the ring on your finger, his hands trembling lightly.

“And now, Y/n, place the ring on Bo’s finger and repeat after me.” You recite after the pastor, placing the ring on Bo’s finger as you gaze up at him once again.

“Do you, Bo Chow, take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or for poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Bo replied quickly, a smile spreading across his face.

“Do you, Y/n, take Bo Chow to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, for richer or for poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” you squealed, smiling with delight.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Mississippi, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride!” Exclaimed the pastor.

Bo didn’t hesitate for a moment. “Come here, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and inviting, sending a thrill through the air. His heart raced like a wild drumbeat in his chest as he leaned in closer. With a gentle urgency, his soft lips captured yours. The warmth of his mouth enveloped you as your tongues danced together, intertwining in a tender exploration that deepened the connection between you.

As you both moved away from each other, cheers could be heard throughout the sanctuary. Your mother rose from her seat, a warm smile lighting up her face as she places the intricately decorated broom in front of you and Bo. “I love you, sugar. “ she said, before making her way back to her seat.

The pastor stood at the front, his voice resonating sincerity. “Ladies and Gentlemen, brothers and sisters, I present to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Bo Chow!” His words were met with joyful cheers and applause that filled the air,

You turned to Annie, your maid of honor, and tenderly handed her your bouquet. As you turned back to Bo, your fingers intertwined with his, you felt a rush of excitement. “Are you ready, baby?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

With a playful grin, you replied, “You know I am.” Both prepared to leap over the beautifully adorned broom placed before you.

The crowd erupted into enthusiastic chants, “1... 2... 3...” as you and Bo tightened your grip on each other’s hands. In that moment, you could feel the love surrounding you, uniting everyone in celebration. With a shared breath and a leap of faith, you both jumped over the broom, solidifying your vows in a joyful culmination of laughter and cheers from your family and friends.

While cutting the cake, you lifted a piece to Bo's mouth. Before he could take a bite, you smashed your hand in his face, spreading the vanilla cream over his lips.

Smoke’s loud-ass laughing could be heard in the background. “Big head got you good,” he shouted from the table closest to the both of you.

Bo chuckled softly, as he reached for a napkin . He glanced up at you, the corners of his lips still tugged into a smile. Your giggles began to subside, fading into soft, laughter. “Aww baby, you know I had to,” you said playfully, your fingers gently caressing his cheek while you puffed out your lips in a mock pout.

Bo remained silent, but his gaze was unwavering.

You stopped giggling and asked, "Why you lookin' at me like that, Bo?"

Bo didn’t answer; instead, he moved closer to you and softly grabbed your face to whisper in your ear.

"You makin it really hard to be a gentleman," Bo said, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

You then pursed your lips and replied, "And what do you mean by that, Mr. Chow?"

“I’m gonna fuck you so good once we get back home, Mrs. Chow, that’s what I mean “ He replied planting a kiss on your jawline before turning to get another slice of cake. “ Can't be actin unclassy in front of everybody “. He stated softly, grabbing your hand and leading you back to the table with your mother and the others.

Bo pulls out your seat when Smoke begins to talk to him. “Bo, you’s a married man now; how it feel?” Smoke said, taking a drink of the beer he had nestled in his hands.

Bo sits down before responding, finding your hands under the table. “I’m feelin' amazing. It don’t feel real, man.” He chuckles, glancing at you.

Stack then chimed in, “Mhm, I bet. Is the store gonna be open during y’all's little honeymoon?” He remarked, a subtle grin playing at the corners of his lips.

You playfully roll your eyes. Bo’s grin widened. “I’m sure the town gon' be alright for two days.” He chuckles, tracing your hand with his thumb under the table.

Annie turned to face you and Bo, her smile warm and genuine. “I’m truly happy for both of you,” she said, her voice filled with sincerity. “I hope you enjoy every moment of yall’s honeymoon while you can.”

You gently slide your hand to Bo’s thigh beneath the table, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his dress pants. “Oh, we will,” you replied in softly.

Bo escorts you to the porch, bringing you to the front door. Taking out his keys and opening the door. Before you can step forward, Bo stops you. “Aht, Aht, darlin', I gotta carry you over the threshold,” Bo said, beginning to lift you up.

You squeal, “Bo!” You giggle.

He picks you up bridal style with ease, walking across the threshold and closing the front door with his foot.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Chow,” he says, walking you both into your home.

“Bo, you can put me down now,” you say with affection.

“Not yet, sugar. We ain't made it to the bedroom,” he said, biting his lips and grinning.

As you cross the threshold of the bedroom, you take in your surroundings and gasp.

“Baby, no you didn't! When did you even get the time to do all this?” you say, looking at the peonies spread across the bed.

“Don't worry 'bout it,” Bo replied, setting you down softly.

You sigh, “Fuck, I'm so tired,” you said, putting off your veil.

Bo looks at you with sympathy. “Oh my poor darlin’,” he says, cupping your face, caressing it softly, and moving closer to you. Your heart begins to flutter as he breathes lightly, his mouth close to yours.

“Want me to take your heels off?” He says teasingly.

You move back, annoyed. “Nigga, fuck you, you playin’ too much,” You exhaled deeply.

Bo smirks before replying to you, “We gettin’ to that. Be patient, baby.”

You move to playfully kick him, but he catches your foot, getting on his knees in front of you.

“I'm sorry, darlin’,” he pouts. He gently removes one of your heels and starts to rub your foot softly. You let out a soft moan as the tension in your feet begins to fade. Looking down at Bo, you find his brown eyes meeting yours just before he begins to kiss your ankle.

“You forgive me?” he asks. You purse your lips, pretending to think. “Hmm, I don’t know. I need more convincing.”

“Bàituō, bǎobèi” {please, baby}

He says desperately, kissing your ankles and moving up to your calves. Reaching the white garter you wore, he opens his mouth, latching his teeth onto the lace and pulling it down slowly until it reaches the bottom of your foot.

“What would you…” he pauses, looking up at you on his knees, eyes wide and filled with desperation. “Like me to do, Y/N? Beg? Fuck, I will, please…”

You smile. “I could never be mad at you” you say to him reaching down to stroke his his hair.

You bring your finger to your lip before saying “ You could taste me, though “ you pout.

Bo smirks. “put your leg over my shoulder then” he said eyes shining with want.

He pushes the bottom of your gown up, until he’s faced with the wet spot in your panties.

He outwardly shudders, opening his mouth to lick against your clothed cunt, sucking the fabric, groaning at the taste.

You let out a soft whine, Bo hears it and chuckles briefly moving from your clothed pussy.

“You like that baby?"   He asks, and sees the column of your throat bob as you nod, biting your lip with your eyebrows pursed.

Bo makes a face of mock disappointment toward you. “I need ya to say it, darlin,” he says, rubbing your thighs.

You whimpered feeling your folds clench around nothing before responding to Bo. “ I like it baby “ you say in a stuttered breath.

Bo shakes his head not satisfied “ Say it like you mean it” Bo says tracing kisses your thighs.

“ Baby, I Iove it please don't stop.” you whine out.

Bo says nothing as he’s faced with your clothed cunt once again. He moves both of his hands to take off your panties. When they're off he’s faced with your pretty pussy soaked for him.

He kisses your clit softly before you feel his tongue lick into your folds. He closes his eyes moaning at your taste.

Your chest heaved as you moved your legs. Bo grunted bringing one of his hands to pin your legs down.

You could feel him moving his tongue to lick your clit, making circles as he begins to move his head up and down.

You couldn't suppress a deep, throaty moan that escaped your lips, a sound filled with pure pleasure. As you closed your eyes, warmth enveloped you like a comforting embrace, and vivid sensations danced through your body, heightening each moment into an exquisite experience.

“Nuh-uh, don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me.” Bo said to you, briefly moving away from your pussy eyes sharp with lust.

He moves back to your cunt, putting your little bud into his mouth, eyes watching your face buried into the sheets.

You could feel yourself steering closer to the edge. Your head thrown back, mouth hanging open, letting out those melodic moans Bo strived to hear.

Bo began to move faster, knowing that you were close. You moved your hands to his head once again, raking your nails through his hair. Bo then let out a stuttered breath, feeding off of you.

You close your eyes, feeling fire pooling low in your abdomen, time slowing.

“ Oh, fuck Bo “ you scream out gripping his hair harder your vision fading to white, your orgasm coming in shockwaves.

Bo moves away from your pussy, planting a soft kiss on your throbbing clit. Your body still coming down from your high.

You feel Bo’s body hover over yours; he brings his hand to your chin, looking at your soft face, pretty eyes glistening, small amounts of sweat lining your forehead.

“ My poor darlin already fucked out huh?” He purred moving his hand to your neck.

You don't respond, but instead, move your head up to meet his. Bo then moves his hand to stroke your hair before brushing your lips together.

His lips slowly meeting yours, tongues merging together in unison. Bo’s hand finds its place on your neck once more. He begins to suck on your tongue, causing a gargled moan to erupt from your throat. Bo slowly moves from your mouth, saliva connecting the both of you.

“Open your mouth, sugar,” he whispered.

You do as such, sticking your tongue out.

Bo then cooed, before pursing his lips, spit dribbling onto your awaiting tongue.

“Don't swallow,” Bo husked, moving one of his hands to your mouth. You take his digits in your mouth, sucking slowly and gathering spit. You can feel the coldness of Bo’s wedding band against your lips.

Bo groans. “ That’s it baby” He practically whines. You begin gurgling around his fingers eyes watering. Bo then removes his soaked hands from your mouth, moving them to your

cunt rubbing slowly. You let out a soft mewl; Bo pouts.

“ I know baby, I know “. He cooed, Bo then stopped, rubbing your clit. Hands moving up your body again.

“Turn around, darlin ,” he groaned . You begin to turn around on the sheets, your back facing him. Bo sighs lovingly as he begins to unzip your dress, moving it down slowly until it reaches your legs. He then moves over you once more, turning you to face him. You smile up at him as he leans down to peck your lips.

You then proceed to remove his suit jacket. The rest of his clothing follows suit. Bo then moves up further in the bed, his back hitting the headboard.

You move your body above his, caressing his chest, placing love bites across his neck.

You slowly move up to cup his face, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, feeling dizzy from the wave of arousal that hits you.

You move your hand down to his leg reaching his hardened cock and stroking it, you then took your other hand bringing it to your mouth sucking on your fingers. Bo lets out a hoarse whimper at the sight.

Your soaked hand replaced the one softly stroking his cock. You move to straddle him, pussy already clenching. Bo looks at you, with a dazed look in his eyes.

“ Come on pretty, ride it like it belongs to ya.”He says as your hands splay across his chest.

The both of you moaning as you sink down on his cock.

Bo holds your hips, guiding you aimlessly, as you set your preferred pace. Your hips roll sensually against Bo. Head reeling back in pleasure as you engulf his length.

Bo, arched his back, his breath quivering. His eyes began to be fixed on you, eyeing as your breasts bounced as you moved. Bo trailed his hands down to softly knead your ass as you continue to grind on him.

Tears begin to line your eyes; overtaken by unadulterated ecstasy. Bo lets out a sinful whine as he pushes his hips up to meet yours.

“ Oh, shit” he shakingly cries out.

You could feel your second orgasm growing closer. “ Baby I'm bout to cum” you moan breathless, your walls clenching around Bo’s cock.

Bo then moves to put two fingers in his mouth moistening them, his hands reach toward your clit, beginning to stimulate you.

Bo could feel his own orgasm rushing in quick, blood buzzing in his ears. He begins to rut his hips against yours erratically. You move to grasp his hand, holding it, pressing your foreheads together, lips brushing against one another.

With one more thrust of his hips, you felt intoxicated by pleasure, babbling as you saw white. Panting as you look into Bo’s eyes.

The moment your eyes met Bo’s, his breath hitches, bringing your body closer to his. Hips moving up against yours frantically one final time, before letting out an animalistic growl, his cum painting your walls. Your shared bedroom filled with wet noises as your cunt squelched against his cock. He lazily moved against you, orgasm rippling through him.

Your heart stutters against your chest reeling from your high. Spent, both of you left flushed. The air was thick with the smell of sex, Bo purring against you, letting your breath tickle his ears as you collapsed against him.

Bo let out a soft chuckle, his breaths coming in uneven bursts. "I think we could use a good cleanin up after that," he murmured, gently pushing the damp curls away from your forehead. His voice was roughened, a low rasp that sent a thrill down your spine.

You cup his cheeks pecking his lips softly, purring.

“I wanna go again." you breathlessly giggle.

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The Smokestack Twins & The Clarksdale Bank Robbery.

I re-read the Clarksdale Herald article about the twins robbing the bank. I've been wondering about which twin did what. 

“Two masked men, both Black, stormed the bank—one took charge with smooth, calculated commands, while the other used violent force to control the room.”

When I read this after I first saw the movie, the words “smooth”, “calculated”, and “commanding” stood out.  At first, I assumed it was Smoke, because of his serious, practical, and no-nonsense disposition, and thought Stack was the latter, because he seemed more impulsive, and just likes to wing it, but I couldn’t really picture it. 

Upon several views, I think that it may have been Stack who smoothly commanded the room. Throughout the film Smoke inflicted most of the violence. He committed patricide, killed the snake, shot the thieves, threatened to shoot Pearline, pulled a gun on Sammie, and whacked him in the face, etc. 

Stack was a charmer, personable and charismatic. He persuaded Delta Slim and Cornbread out of their reluctance to take a job at Club Juke. It’s not that Stack is incapable of violence (he’s a WWI veteran and a gangster), it just doesn’t seem like his first resort. The most aggressive behavior we’ve seen Stack display was when he was locked in the room, under the influence of Remmick’s hivemind, and may have taken on some of his characteristics.

Basically, during the armed robberies, I just picture Stack smoothly demanding tellers to give him the money, with the implication of violence, while Smoke is watching his back, looming with the certainty of violence.

I love the little idiosyncrasies between the twins; Michael B. Jordan is fantastic. 

[sinners4ever]

LIFE OF SIN, stack x oc! reader

rosetta ‘rose' thornton finally returns home to the delta after touring for nights as a singer and is surprised to see her former lover, elias 'stack' moore has returned after 7 years in chicago. as the bitterness subsides and past feelings still linger for each other, unbeknownst to them, an even greater evil follows them back home.

chapter warnings — talks of violence (threat), use of the n-word, time-period drama,

PROLOGUE

Thursday October 13th, 1932 St. Louis, Missouri

Through the crowded train station, Rosetta Thornton sat alone on the bench, her brown dress dulled out against the Missouri crowd. She lowly hums a tune she sang just the night before -- an upbeat melody about heartbreak and drinkin' the pain away. She felt her body sway side to side at the tune. Her eyes wandered over the people passing by, rushing to their trains, dust picking up their hurried footsteps.

She bowed her head down to the long white box with a red satin bow on her lap. Her gloved hand slowly slid the card from under the bow.

The night before.

After a night of singing at yet another speakeasy, Rosetta settles into her hotel room. Just as her body got comfortable against the fresh, cold sheets, there was a knock at the door.

"Miss. Rosetta?" a bright voice calls behind the door, " 'Dere’s a box here for ya."

Confused, Rosetta slowly gets from her bed and to the door, peaking through to see a young bellboy, holding a big white box half od his size. Red satin wrapped around the box, creating a large bow, with a small card peeking out from underneath the bow. Even more confused, Rosetta opens the door, stepping aside to let the boy in. The box seemed light by the way the boy lightly tossed it onto the ruffled sheets.

"Y'know who dis from?" Rosetta finally asks.

The young boy shrugs as he heads towards the door, "No ma’am, we found dis on da front desk, waiting for ya."

That created a bit of worry in Rosetta’s stomach, hiding her worry with a smile and a small nod, “Thank ya.”

Once the boy left, Rosetta closed the door behind her and leaned against it, staring at the box across from her. She questioned whether she had ever had a secret admirer without knowing. Slowly, she walked over to her bed and picked up the card from beneath the bow. As she glanced at the note, she immediately regretted it, tossing the card onto the bed. Rosetta rolls her eyes.

To my songbird,  From your Stack.

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Her white-laced hand held the already bent card in her hand, continuously reading the message, a faint tsk leaving her lips, "This nigga..." She muttered lowly, thankful for the crowded station drowning her aggravation.

"From your Stack, my ass." She read bitterly. All the memories started flooding your mind. Memories of him.

Elias Moore.

The way he touched her made her feel alive, free. Everybody in the Delta called him Stack. Everybody except Rosetta. She refused to call him Stack. To her, he was her 'lias and her 'lias only.

Or so she once believed.

"Next Stop, Charleston, Mississippi!"

The conductor's voice rang out, snapping Rosetta out of her thoughts. She grabs her belongings, box included, and heads to her rightful train, to home.

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Charleston, Mississippi

Rosetta felt her heart swell with fondness at the sight of the Clarksdale station. She was finally home after what felt like years, despite it being 3 months. Singing blues at speakeasies, juke joints, or places the devil comes to visit, she remembers her father saying. The pay ain’t too well, but Rosetta couldn't complain too much. She felt grateful for the fact that she was able to sing whatever blues song she wanted, free from her father’s control or judgment from her older sisters.

Stepping further away from her train, bag on her left hand, box carried with her right, she hears the honk of a car, followed by a high-pitched voice screaming, "ROSETTA!!!"

Rosetta giggled, whipping her head toward the direction of the noise through the crowd. She spotted her sister June sitting beside her husband in the driver's seat of their car, both of them waving excitedly at her. 

June was the only person who never judged Rosetta growing up, never scrutinizing her just for existing and liking the blues.

 It broke Rosetta's heart when she had to leave home. 

As if she had any choice in the matter.

Rosetta waved back as she happily strolled in their direction. But her footsteps slowed at the sight of a crowd gathering, with music echoing from within. She approached closer just as the music ended and people began clapping. 

Then, she heard a voice. A smooth voice her body immediately recognized. 

A voice that is too commanding, too intoxicating to forget. 

“Y’all ready to eat?” the voice calls. 

“Yea!” the crowd shouts

“Y’all ready ta drank?”

“Yea!” 

“Y’all ready to sweat ‘till y’all stank.”

“Yea!!”

“We gon get funky like a Mississippi donkey, y’all.”

Rosetta's body froze in her spot, once she got a closer look at who the voice belonged to. Her lightened expression dropped. She held onto that white box so tightly, she could feel it crumple. It was him.

Elias Moore looked even better after all these years. From afar, his pinstriped suit was tailored perfectly to his body. His burgundy fedora couldn't hide his bedazzling smile that excited the crowd even more. Rosetta stood there as the crowd dispersed, begging her body to keep walking to her sister and her husband, resisting the pull of someone who should’ve remained a distant memory.

Her legs did the exact opposite.

She felt herself moving closer and closer to Elias' direction, she could see him even better. She could see that he was talking to somebody. 

She gently pushed past the crowd of people leaving. He was speaking with a smaller figure, a woman dressed entirely in pink. A pale woman with dark hair cut to her shoulders, it's color perfectly matched Rosetta's dress. 

Mary. 

Rosetta felt as if the wind had been knocked from her body. The familiar feeling in her chest that she felt when she first saw them together returned, as if it had never left. Rosetta's body finally listened as she started to walk away.

"Rose?" Stack shouts out.

"Fuck.." She muttered as she kept walking, bumping past people, a soft 'scuse me leaving her lips with each person she passes.

"Rose!" Stack called out again. This time, Rosetta felt that he was closer. She kept on walking until she felt a hand wrapped around her arm, gently pulling her back. Rosetta gripped the handle of her bag, ready to swing and knock somebody out, her voice raised as she turned around, "Getcho muthafuckin' hands off me-"

It was Stack. His fedora was off, and Rosetta could see him better. Through his facial hair, he looked just like how Rose first saw him when they were 18, from his hair down to the way he still chews that damn toothpick in his mouth.

Though his expression was unreadable, his eyes examined Rosetta, his Rose, questioning whether she was truly in his presence.

God, She wanted to hit him with her bag. But she couldn't and that pissed her off.

There was silence between the two until Rose finally spoke, breaking away from her trance, "Getcha hands off me 'lias." Her tone was harsh. Stack's grip on her arm loosened.

"Not until you talked to me ‘na." Stack's voice softened. Smooth like honey.

"There ain't shit to talk bout-"

"I see you got my gift." The corner of Stack's mouth rose into a grin, his eyes were down at the box in Rosetta's arm, the arm he held. Still had that boyish charm that had Rosetta weak to her knees.

Rosetta grimaced, feeling her face heat up, "You left for seven years without a fucking goodbye or even a visit, but you think gifts 'posed to make me feel betta? Make the pain any less? Boy, I oughta kill ya."

Stack's eyebrows furrowed, his sly smile forming into a frown. His eyes glanced down. Rosetta looked past Stack and caught Mary far behind. She was looking at Stack longingly. But Stack wasn't even paying attention.

After all these years, he decided to return. He returns to her? Why?

Rosetta huffed a bitter laugh, “But I bet ‘dem crackas from Chicago probably gonna get chu first.” She gritted, pulling away from Stack's grip, and rushing away towards her sister's car.

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Saving this for later. 🥰

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

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

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

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

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

“Because you like it, Pa.”

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

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

But he pays all the bills.

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

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

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

“i am hungry.”

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

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

@cursed-carmine for the dividers .

[sinners4ever]

Pretty as a Magnolia Masterlist

Part One

Part Two

Part Three (coming soon)

[sinners4ever]

thinking about negotiating back and forth with smoke... 18+ (suggestive/language).... modern era! au…lowercase intended.....

luvrs note: thx for the luv on my first sinners drabble... this has a lil more plot, and a cliffhanger... sorryyyyy!!! still getting used to this as it is new to me..... feedback is appreciated <3

the usual sound of the printer roused you out of your current lulled-out state. you'd been ogling at the application that had been faxed in, brow furrowed while reading through the fine print. The addressee had wanted some sort of shared ownership for a lot available for rent - to place some local bar in the middle of town. your eyes rolled at the signature on the final page, etched in dark blue ink.

elijah moore.

he was trouble, often referred to as 'smoke'. An enforcer in his own right; one wrong move would often render anyone destabilized long term. you, however wasn't just anyone.

your role was to investigate the applicants before granting a key to a property, ensuring no foul play was being done for the sake of profits. the issue was that smoke, and his twin brother, elias - stack, were top negotiators.

as in, they'd negotiate with anyone until smoke decided to yank out one of his barrels, armed and at the ready.

most people would let them claim ownership of properties without a fuss.

nothing worth dying over.

you read the application again, slapping an 'under review' sticky note onto it and forwarded him an email.

received. interrogation will be on friday. 8pm sharp.

smoke didn't notice the response until much later — he’d decided to go to the meeting for the sake of carrying out his duties; get the land, build a new bar and increase the big profits he and stack were already making.

what you didn’t know — smoke had carefully handpicked you as the investigator he wanted to meet. wrote a convincing letter to one of your managers; and who could blame him. you were the lead enforcer, having the best success rate while also ensuring these ventures weren’t done for the sake of taking advantage of the investor group.

he knew your silhouette like the back of his hand. the more observant, almost too observant of the twins, smoke was notorious for finding a target. most times it was to fend off a simple business rival, but you…

you enthralled him. prim and proper, you were perfect in his eyes, and dare it be said that very few things impressed such a man.

friday night would be more than back and forth negotiations — he intended to leave more than a signature behind on the dotted line when he was done.

nighttime rolled around much quicker than you’d expected on friday. the clock read quarter to 8pm, meaning there were fifteen minutes left of sanity to hold onto.

sure, you’d seen smoke from time to time downtown, often with a low brimmed hat or beanie, fists shoved in his pocket, one wrapped around his wallet, filled selfishly to the brim with cheques promising stacks of cash. besides the imposing nature he had, he was intriguing.

unlike stack, he was often seen in blue — nothing bright like the sky, but rather that of a softened denim, worn out by calloused hands and smudges from a couple fights. but beneath all of that, he was strong-willed, dominant… but with the right person convincing him, he could fold.

you’d opted for blue yourself, in a manner invisible to the eye, unless he chose to negotiate with you, layer by layer until nothing remained. on the surface, a simple black form-fitting dress. the day had been long, and at this point, slippers were most appropriate to calm your achy feet.

knowing smoke, he wouldn’t care what you wore. all he wanted was his money and to be on his way….

that is, until 8pm rolled around.

the slightly heavy pounding of a fist at the door nearly stole your breath, but you weren’t easily deterred. with a manicured hand, you twisted the doorknob, and his lip curled up immediately.

sure, you’d waited for him. yet you had no idea he’d been longing for you.

“evenin’ ma’am… let’s keep this simple, aight?” he said, walking into your workspace, shutting the door behind him. he lingered behind you, the scent of his heady cologne inebriating your senses almost instantly.

“that’s not how it works, elijah.”

“you gon’ call me smoke, first of all. just because you a whole investigator don’t mean i can’t have my preferred method of negotiation.” he scoffed immediately, taking a seat at your desk.

your gaze hardened, both in annoyance and a slight flutter in your stomach. his gruff drawl could have easily made you fold, but you had your duties to fulfil. not to mention, the black jeans paired with a white tank were not in any way appropriate for a business meeting.

then again, you were the one who’d suggested meeting him after hours.

“you want a drink?”

“gimme somethin’ strong, mama. we got plenty to chat about,” he said, a brief grin on his face only for it to fade. “they said you was the best one at investin’ — m’tryna put my money where yo’ mouth is.”

“understood… gon’ head and get comfortable.”

it took a while to decide, but you’d ultimately decided on some fancy irish lager you’d seen in the office pantry. handing him a bottle, you stood across from him, separated by a desk. he looked up at you, while you studied him.

it was brief, but the tension — palpable, hot.

you could taste it without saying a word.

the initial revision of the document was simple enough — smoke confirmed the fine print, asked his questions, and when he did, his eyes often followed the path being traced out by a manicured finger each time.

it had been a breeze.

until it wasn’t.

“I want my deposit, and half of the commission from yo’ earnings sent to me… clear?” you said, dark eyes narrowed as he snarled up at the offer.

he didn’t like sharing. and who could blame him? the only person he ever relied on was his brother.

he shook his head, letting the offer sit. “you’ll get the deposit… but half the commission? that’s theft in broad daylight.”

as he spoke, he took a swig of the lager, and sighed deeply. he could be patient, yes. but the two of you had been bickering for at least an hour.

“you don’t take my deal, you can see yourself off, smoke.”

just as he’s about to drag out a cigarette to ease his nerves, you instinctively snatch it out of his hand. you have the upper hand for a split second, only to be tugged onto his lap, the rolled paper sitting nearly between your thumb and index.

“you don’t think i ain’t seeing what you’re doin’, huh? you think because you a top performer, you just run shit now?”

you unintentionally shifted on his lap, and he hissed in turn. he’d always found you pretty, though he kept his distance to avoid situations such as this one. his hands rested comfortably on your waist, bringing you close enough that he could feel his belt buckle brush up against your thighs, now exposed due to the compromising posit

“you want some money, or not?” you chided, and his eyes narrowed.

“that ain’t how to negotiate, baby.” he murmured, snatching up the cig from your dainty fingers. “you should know better…”

you should have known — he’d figured out your strategy; an attempt to throw him off gone wrong.

he shifted beneath you, and that’s when you felt him. thick, heavy, and hard despite the denim being in the way. the former stubborn expression on your face was replaced with that of an open jaw and widened eyes.

“we gon’ start again, aight? I’ll sign yo’ shit so you can keep yo’ job… but m’gon show you how to negotiate properly.”

the grit in his voice had you shuddering, and you gripped onto his shoulder with one hand. the stable breath you had moments earlier had been turned into nothing but pretty gasps - pleas to learn negotiating his way.

"there she is - see, you can listen. and you gon' listen well." he chastised, letting your little black dress sit right up on your hips, revealing blue lace, a sliver of wetness peeking through the fabric.

imitation was indeed, the highest form of flattery.

"we not doin' this, smoke." you could barely get the words out, knowing how bad you wanted him to do this. the evidence was clear - he had you in the palm of his hand.

"uh, uh... that ain't how we negotiate, baby," he crooned, thrusting slightly up against the lace. you knew deep down that if all the clothed barriers were shed, you'd be split open in a way you'd never experienced.

"gimme a price, doll. how much is this shit worth to you?"

"s'worth a lot, elijah."

"then make your case, otherwise you don't get a thing from me and i take my business elsewhere."

the involuntary buck of your hips set him off, and he met you halfway, a wet puddle beginning to form on the apex of his jeans. his eyes locked on yours as you suggested a few price options, and it wasn't until you settled on a hushed '$15,000', that he stopped his ministrations to shed his jeans and briefs.

your body felt hot - boiling a mile a minute at the sight of him.

"i'll take that price, but i will not allow for the half commission earning...y'got anything else to offer me, doll?" he quipped curtly, snapping you out of your daze by slapping his fat tip up against the lace, now a shade darker given how soaked you were.

"'b-bout a quarter of the earnings, s-smoke?"

the tremor in your voice - you poor thing. once a confident and unabashed investigator to now a pliant, needy bargainer in the palm of smoke's hand. but you earned your reward at the sound of his voice.

"deal... you jus' gotta sing for me now, mama."

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[sinners4ever]

Seeing this serious, battle-hardened gangster smile while holding his baby girl, being with Annie for all eternity, and finally finding peace makes my heart melt.

[sinners4ever]

excuse me as I cry

[sinners4ever]

SINNERS 2025 | dir. Ryan Coogler

[sinners4ever]

All Mine

Pairing: Elias “Stack” Moore x Mariah “Mimi” Black!Oc

Content|Warning(s): 18 plus, drinking, smoking, a little toxicity, tension, cat and mouse, vulgar language, oral fem receiving, p in v penetration, fingering, car sex, brat tamer, hair pulling, smacking, spit-play.

Summary: Mariah and Stack often played this game. It was evident to everyone around them that they wanted each other badly. But, neither one of them would put their pride aside to admit it. Every moment, every glance, every smart remark built a palpable tension…maybe tonight the game gets old..who knows.

It was a warm night in The Delta. Mariah and her friends were headed to the club for girls night after a long week of work. Mariah was a baddie if you’d ever seen one. Short with a cute frame and skin that glittered like bronze under the glow of the sun. Her friend Keisha was teasing about her possibly seeing her “man that wasn’t her man” at the function tonight, Stack. “Girl, when are you gonna stop playin’ and snatch that nigga up? It’s obvious y’all fuck with each other for real.”, Mariah sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Ain’t no body worried about that nigga, Keisha damn.” Keisha and the rest of the crew giggled girlishly and continued racing down the highway while they pregamed on their way. Mariah knew she liked Stack a lot. Every-time she saw him she could feel the butterflies in her stomach just fluttering away and her heart would race, but he was so irritating. Always having something smart to say or just him thinking everything was game even if secretly that’s what she loved about him. After they made it inside, Mariah went to the bar and grabbed a drink before going back to find her friends. The music was thumping and the vibes were amazing. She was already feeling the effects of her drinking before they arrived and now she was a little tipsy swaying or shaking her ass to whatever music was playing. She was in her own world until Keisha tapped her and pointed into the direction of Stack in the corner of the club letting some girl grind on him as if they were fucking right there on the dance floor. She would be lying if she said it didn’t ruin her whole mood, but she was gonna lie regardless. She waved him off and walked away. “Fuck that nigga, Keisha.” Little did she know he already knew she was there and was growing tired of chasing her…so it was time to get her attention. He smiled to himself seeing her walk off trying to be as unbothered as she could. He had no real interest in whoever this girl was, just a pawn in his little game nothing more.

After a while she was getting tired of seeing that bitch on him so she decided that two could play that game. She grabbed the finest nigga standing on the side lines while the song “All Mine by Brent Faiyez” played and started grinding on him slowly. He held on to her hips and matched her rhythm perfectly. She stood in perfect view of Stack and instantly his whole mood shifted. His jaws clenched and he had visibly gotten tired of whoever this girl was. He stood there for a while watching Mariah seemingly enjoying that niggas hands all over her and it made his heart race. What the fuck was going on he had the upper hand just a few moments ago? He cleared his throat and bucked the drink in his hand before making a beeline to her. “Aye brah, move she’s spoken for.”, He spoke roughly. The dude she was with laughed him off, acting like he didn’t even speak. Stack then turned his attention to Mariah. “Mimi, if you don’t get this clown ass nigga off you. I will.”, she giggled and moved her body slightly to the left looking past him. “I think shawty you was dancing with is looking for you.”, he scoffed. “Ain’t no body worried about her, I don’t even know her name. Mimi, come on stop playin’ with me now.”, rolling her eyes she told dude to go get them something to drink. “What the fuck you want, Stack?” Damn he looked fine as fuck when he was mad she thought. He grabbed her arm and pulled her off into his section. “You bogus as fuck for that shit. Letting that random dude touch on you like that.”,She was in disbelief. “You mean like how you had that girl you don’t even know all on you like you were her nigga? Please, Stack it’s not like you’re my man or something. I can do what I want.”, he moved closer to her and pulled her into him by her waist. “Nah, baby you got me fucked up for real. This right here is my shit.” She bit her glossed lip nervously. They’ve never gotten this close before what was going on with him all of a sudden. “Boy, you don’t want me for real, stop playin’.” He looked around and spotted her friends leaning into ear. “Go tell you lil friends you’re leaving with me…now.” She didn’t know why but that command made her stand upright and she listened. Her friends smiled at each other knowingly while they said their good byes.

The ride was mostly quiet besides “Vibes Don’t Lie by Leon Thomas” playing on the car stereo. Mimi watched him drive so attentively, noticing how his fingers gripped the steering wheel. The way he focused on the road and the way his free hand held onto her thigh. He found a park and stopped there. “Why are we here, Stack?” He pulled out a preroll and put it between his lips to light it. Inhaling and exhaling the smoke slowly he looked her little frame over and licked his lips. “To just talk, Mimi. I’m tired of this back and forth bullshit.” The look on her face was priceless she rolled those big brown eyes. “Back and forth the fuck are you talkin’ about. You’re the one always acting like you run some shit over here. Last time I checked you and I aren’t together, fucking, or even talking so you have no say so.” He chuckled and slowly put the blunt out. “That’s what you think, but I think you know who you belong to don’t you, baby?” He leaned over the console and gripped her thigh again this time sliding his rough hand up her mini skirt resting it on her inner thigh. Her breath hitched and she looked at him confused. “Now here’s the thing, Mimi. I want you…wanted you since the day we met and I know you want me too. The little games…attitude you give is cute, but I think you really just want some act right.” She blushed and looked away. His free hand turned her face back toward him. His eyes were dark , intense, and filled with desire. They looked at her plush lips noticing her breathing picked up. He smiled and leaned in letting his lips hover over her for a moment before he pressed them against hers roughly. He grabbed the back of her neck, adding more pressure into the kiss. Her body was putty in his hands. She grabbed onto his t-shirt pulling him in even closer. He groaned and she responded with a moan that had his dick rock solid. A hand wrapped underneath her skirt to grab that soft ass of hers that he’s been dying to touch. “Fuck, you so soft, baby.” He buried his face in her neck inhaling her scent while he licked and sucked on it leaving hickeys behind. “You so fuckin’ pretty, mamas. You know that?” She responded with a ‘uh-huh’ and all he could say was, “Good girl.” He slid his hand into the front of her lace panties quickly finding her hidden pearl. She gasped leaning her back and he smiled at how she reacted. “Damn, you so wet, mamas.” His two fingers rubbed circles around that sensitive clit of her and she bucked her hips in time. Slowly he slid those fingers down to her entrance and let them slip inside. She held onto his arm whining at the stretch, but soon melting into his once he started to curl his fingers up into her pussy. “Oh-fuck…Stack.” He smacked her thigh. “Nah, baby what’s my name?”, She quickly responded, “E-Elias…”, he praised with a quick good girl and continued to play in that juicy pussy all while watching her come undone. “It feels good don’t it, babygirl? You like that shit?”, she nodded rapidly “Mmmhmmm…”, he kissed her again picking up the pace feeling her warms tightening around his fingers. “You finna cum ain’t you?”, she responded with a moan and her body started to tremble. “Cum on my fingers, baby.” She did as he said and creamed all over his fingers even squirting a little on his leather seat. He smiled and kissed again patting her on the ass. “Get in the bag I wanna taste that pussy, mama.” She damn near flew into the back seat and he laid down the seats laying her back kissing her plush lips again and again. His hands exploring her body grabbing onto her rounded breasts playing and pinching at her nipples. Her pussy leaking and pulsing in response.

He spread her legs apart holding them to her chest while he laid soft kisses to her inner thighs. Her body jolted with each soft kiss that sent electricity through her body. He looked into eyes as he took the first long lick dragging his tongue flatly against her clit applying a little pressure. “Ooo…Elias…” he responded with another lick starting to suck on her clit. She tasted so sweet it made his eyes roll back. She grabbed onto his head pushing his face into her pussy more and it only motivated him more. Pushing her legs up further he buried his tongue in her pussy fucking it with his tongue while she bucked her hips back and forth damn near fucking his face. She sighed and moaned in pure bliss while he devoured her with no mercy. His dick was starting to hurt being confined in his pants so he unbuckled his pants and let it pop out of his boxers. She knew he had big dick energy but damn she wasn’t expecting that. She was practically salivating at the sight of it. “You want him?” She nodded and he obliged. He obliged held her legs to her chest and lined the tip of his dick up with entrance and slowly slid inside. That first initial moan from her as he slid in was music to his ears. She put her hand up trying to get use to him as he stretched her out and he swatted her hand away. “Uh-uhhh you can take him, baby.” He moved his hips slowly pulling his dick in and out and she was already forgetting her name and seeing stars. “That’s it, pretty girl.” His thumb rubbed her clit simultaneously while he stroked her slow and deep at first, but soon after she got used to his size he picked up the pace slamming his dick into her cervix. She was screaming in pure ecstasy while he continued to rub circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her mind blank…only thing that was in her mind right now was him…only him. “Say ahh, babygirl.” She followed his instructions blindly and slowly letting spit drip into her mouth before he kissed her sloppily letting their tongues play with one another’s. “Oh my god, Daddy…I’m gonna…cum…I’m gonna cum.” He’d been wanting to be the reason she said those words for a long time and finally she was saying them. “Go head cum on this dick, baby.” Mariah’s legs shook as her whole entire body convulsed with this release her back arched and she was cumming uncontrollably. The sight of it pushed him over the edge and he reached his peak with her. Filling her up until his cum spilled out of her.

They laid there in the back seat catching their breath and he kissed her shoulder with her legs tangling around him. “You all mine now.”

[sinners4ever]

Pretty as a Magnolia

Pairing: Elias “Stack” Moore x Magnolia Black!Oc

Content|Warning(s): Fluff, persistence, sexual tension, inappropriate attention from father, rebellion, angst, smut (eventually), wandering hands.

Summary: Magnolia as sweet as the flower that bloomed. Stack full of fire and a dark side that most only spoke of in whispers. The two seem to be an unlikely pair, but they just may be each others saving grace.

Chapter One: Her Saving Grace

Magnolia lived a sheltered life in Clarksdale. She was the daughter of Bill Sinclair and Nettie Sinclair. They came from New York and settled back in the Delta when her Granddaddy Joe passed. Life was good besides the racism she endured which up north they were just as bad, but here it was a different beast entirely. But, she carried the heaviness of this place well. She was the quiet type, not being interested in being the mix of things and her father adored that about her while her mother wanted her to discover herself a bit more. She was a beauty and had a voice that could knock the most stubborn man to his knees, but she kept that beautiful voice inside afraid to show it to anyone for some reason. Everything was fine until her mama got sick and passed. Her mama was like her bestfriend the one person she always confided in and now she was gone. Her daddy didn’t take it too well hiding his grief with a bottle. Soon becoming a man she didn’t recognize. She avoided him as much as possible walking on eggshells in her own house. Staying out of sight as his eyes seemed to linger on her for too long. And some of the things he said made her skin crawl. She found something that helped her forgot about the world around her an escape…books and her singing. She read books imagining her life somewhere else in a different time and a different realm. She sang because when she lifting her voice all her burdens seemed to melt away and she felt even closer to her mother than ever before. But, it always seemed to fade when she set her eyes upon that house.

Today she had been running around with Pearline getting into this and that when they walked into the train station with all the commotion around them. And there he was Stack announcing the grand opening of he and his brother’s juke joint. He was handsome, with a charming smile, and a swagger that was very…inviting. She found herself staring at him while Pearline was going on about how she should sing at the talent show they were having that night. “No I can’t…you know I got stage fright, Pearline. Plus, my Daddy ain’t gonna let me go.”, Pearline just rolled her eyes and said, “He gonna be so drunk he won’t even notice you’re gone. Live a little, girl it will be fun.” Meanwhile Magnolia’s eyes never left Stack he was just so captivating until he looked directly back at her and smiled. She got choked up on her own spit and darted off. “Alright, Pearline I’ll see you tonight then. I’ll meet you there.” Pearline was a little confused but she just shrugged it off and said her goodbyes. The walk home wasn’t long, but she dreaded every minute that brought her closer to it. Coming inside she alerted her father that she was home and was gonna start on supper soon he didn’t answer back so she just decided to take a quick bath before she got to it. The warm water washed away all the sweat and dirt from the Mississippi sun and she felt relaxed. She head in her room to get dressed but jumped when she saw her Father sitting on her bed. “Oh my…hey Daddy what you doing in here you scared me?” He looked over between curvaceous frame hidden underneath that towel and then to her face. It made her uneasy. “You’re just as beautiful as your mother was…even more so now.” He stood to his feet stumbling over to her. She backed up away grabbing at the door knob., “Uh uh, babygirl. Where you think you goin’?” She smiled nervously trying to diffuse the situation. “Why don’t you go lie down, Daddy? I gotta get dressed and started on dinner?” He slammed the door shut behind her and leaned against it, “I ain’t hungry for no dinner, girl. I want you and that pretty frame of yours.” Your face twisted with disgust; eyes filled with betrayal. Your heart breaking at the way he looked at you. “Daddy, I’m gonna tell you once…get out of my room. I’m not your woman…I’m your daughter.” His drunken smile turned into a scowl his face so distorted it made her think she was seeing a demon right before her eyes. Then a struggle ensued he grabbed her arm painfully trying to pull her in for a kiss the smell of moonshine seeping from his pours was sickening and she turned away seeing her oil lamp on her dresser. She grabbed smashing it on his head with a primal scream. He was out cold and in a panic she grabbed her largest suitcase packed up as much of her clothes as she could took the money from her tin and left.

She wandered down that dirt road tears staining her cheeks. She looked back almost every second hoping he wouldn’t chase after her. When a car came speeding up the road but came to an abrupt stop upon seeing her. And was it other than Stack himself with Delta Slim, and Preacher boy in the car. At first he smiled at her with that devilish grin. “Hey little lady where you headed?” Until he saw her tears falling and he hopped out the car running to her instantly. He looked her over to see if she was hurt. “Hey…hey what happened?” She broke out into a full blown hysterical sob. “My…my…Daddy….he tried to…he…” Stacks eyes softened at the girl and wrapped his arms around stroking her back to comfort her. “It’s alright, now. Stack got you.” She didn’t say much but he knew exactly what she meant just by the little bit she said and that was enough to send him into a rage. “Listen to me how about you stay with me and my brother Smoke we will protect you, but first where does your Daddy live. I need to pay him a lil visit. Does that sound alright?” She nodded and hopped into the car and with her guidance he got to the house in no time. As soon as they pulled up her father came out in a drunken stupor smiling with a patch on his head from that oil lamp. “Hey gentlemen thanks for brings my baby back to me. It was just a little spat we was having ya know?” The three men in the car looked at him with disgust and indifference and Stack quickly hopped out of the car to snatch him up by his collar almost lifting him off the ground. Pulling his hand back into a fist he quickly landed a harsh punch that connected with a deafening crack. “I heard what you tried to do you sick fuck. To your own baby!!!!” He landed another blow dropping him in the dirt before pulling out his trustee knife and crouching down in front out him. “You see this? This is gonna be used to removed that little pecker of yours if so much as think about her again. You hear me? You try to get near her again the Smokestack twin will handle your sick ass you understand?” Her father nodded with blood leaking from his nose and mouth. “M…mag…magnolia…I’m so…sorry I won’t bother you again.” Magnolia sat in silence watching the man she once trusted get exactly what he deserved. She didn’t even give him a glance and with that Stack hopped back in his car and sped off to the old saw mill. On the way the boys decided to formally introduce themselves and you returned the favor. “Everyone knows me as Stack, but I’d like for you to call me by the name my mama gave me, Elias.” She smiled and nodded. “Alright, Elias. I’m Magnolia Sinclair or Mag.” He loved her name. “Just as pretty as the flower you’re named after.” She blushed and tried hiding, but everyone could see the red burning at her cheeks.

Once they arrived at what was to be the juke joint Stack came to her side of the car and let her out. She looked around and just knew this place was gonna be lit up like the 4th of July. Stack stood next to her, watch her eyes light up when she looked at this place. “I wanted to thank you for today and letting me stay with you. I don’t mean to intrude or nothin’.” He stopped her in her tracks, “Nah you intruding on nothing. You need to be and feel safe and I can provide that for you.” She sat in silence for a while watching the crew start working on the mill. “You performing tonight or you just here to have a good time?” She giggled girlishly and pushed him away. “Both actually I don’t sing around people much but I was convinced into to showing off my voice tonight so you will get to see my very first performance.” He was giddy, “Whew that’s what I like to hear, sugar.” She looked away bashfully and he cleared his throat trying to keep his composure. “Well, I’ma go help the boys out so when can get this done before the people come rollin in. You can help if you want or just sit and look pretty it don’t bother me none either way.” She nodded with a sweet smile and went over to Annie to ask her what she needed from her.

It took them about two hours to get everything up and running, but the end result was beautiful. Those twins sure knew how to put something together. She got changed into a fiery red silk dress her mama made her for her eighteenth birthday she never wore it, but it fit her like a glove. She pinned up her hair wore some satin red shoes to match. Before anyone arrived she came out so Annie and Grave could see her in it and give her their opinion. And they were not disappointed. “Well ain’t you a vision, Miss Magnolia.”, Annie showered her with praise. Grace chimed in, “Someone’s gonna love seeing you in their favorite color. He might want her to change someone might wanna snatch her up.” Grace teased. Magnolia twirled around feeling absolutely gorgeous until she saw him, Elias watching her with something she couldn’t make out in his eyes. He approached her with that same charismatic walk and smile. “Well, don’t you look absolutely delicious tonight, Miss Magnolia. I’m need to get a good stick to keep these fools off of you tonight.” She looked down self consciously at her feet and his rough finger lifted her chin., “Pretty girls like you don’t need to look down.” She felt the air in her lungs disappear completely as his eyes flick down to her lips then back to her eyes., “Thank you, Elias. You look very handsome yourself.”, he smiled and licked his lips letting go of her chin., “Do I now? Well thank you little lady.” Smoke was talking to Annie and they were most definitely talking about Stack and how he was acting with Magnolia he was smitten and Smoke couldn’t even recognize his brother at that moment. He was sweet on her like sugar on rice. Soon the crowd was coming and Magnolia was nervous so she went to the bar and got some liquid courage to calm them. “Annie can I get some of that fancy Italian wine they was talkin about ?” Annie laughed, “Sure, baby and if you’re nervous about singing. I heard you practicing. You got something special believe me.” Magnolia was very humble about her voice she didn’t want to come off too boastful. “That means a lot to me Annie , really .” The music was playing and she was about two and a half glasses in and her worries melted away she just wanted to dance. She looked around for Stack and spotted him quickly. Now it was Sammie’s turn to perform and you made a beeline to him. “Wanna dance with me, Stack?”, He laughed knowing you were a little tipsy be he indulged you, “Didn’t I tell you to call me, Elias?”, She covered her mouth almost as if to say “oops” before she laughed with him. “I’m sorry…Elias…but come on your cousin is playing.” She dragged him onto the floor and they started to sway to strum of his guitar. Her arms around his neck his around her lower waist it was perfect, it felt perfect. Sammie set off the rest of the night and with this new found confidence she was ready. After a few more set it was her turn and she was nervous but ready she had been singing little tunes in her head and she had the perfect song she wrote for her eighteenth birthday. She was feeling alive, sexy and seductive especially with Stack watching her. She whispered into Slim’s ear and started playing an upbeat shuffle and she started talking.

“How’s everyone feeling tonight? Y’all alright?” , they responded with hoots and hollers she smiled.

“Alrighttt….well let me introduce myself. My name is Magnolia Sinclair and I’m gonna sing a song I wrote for you tonight. Come on y’all stand up! Dance!” The crowd moved to the rhythm Slim was putting down and Magnolia was swaying her hips and tapping her feet vocalizing and she belted out the first note…

She felt the music in her soul and for once she felt like she finally belonged somewhere right here, right now. She was flirtatious with her cadence and her body moved freely to the music. Pearline was shocked but she was cheering her girl on. While Stack was howling like a wolf in heat, but also watching any man that even tried to look at her sideways. Once her number was up she went to go find Stack and he was waiting there with some cold water for her to drink. “You know you got quite a voice right there, girl. You looked amazing up there.”, he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her into him. She smiled feeling an unfamiliar heat in her stomach. She blushed and subconsciously looked down trying to avoid his eyes. He lifted her head up by her chin and leaned in slowly letting their lips touch ever so slightly. Her eyes closed and fireworks went off in her mind. He pulled away looking down at her, smiling while her eyes were still closed. “You are quite a woman, Miss Magnolia.” He leaned into her ear, his warmth breath hitting her neck. “If you weren’t such a good girl, I’d take you in that store room back there and fuck you senseless.” She gasped and bit her lip., “Who said I was a good girl, Elias?” He chuckled and grabbed a good handful of her ass and smiled. “Maybe you ain’t, but you are definitely a lady. And I wanna court you the right way, Miss Magnolia.” She huffed a little in disappointment, but it warmed her heart that he saw as more than a cheap hussy he could use when he felt like it. Things slowed down a bit after a long night of blues and booze. Stack and Magnolia clung close as they swayed in time with the slow melody that Slim played as the stragglers were too drunk to move or the other patrons were on their way back home. It was an amazing end of the night, but Magnolia’s father wasn’t too far away watching and waiting to take back what was his.

To be continued…

Chapter Two