#elias stack

[mereyapalais]

“You’re so fucking annoying Elias! Ugh!” You said looking at him. Eyes scanning him from the hairs on his big head down to the point of his big feet. Hidden by his black oxfords.

The look of confusion on his face was rather comical. Hilarious even.

He tried scanning his brain for the last thing he might have done to piss You off, but he came up short of an answer.

“What I do now, yn? If it’s about your left over from last night, you woke up in the middle of the night and ate it.”

“Boy, who said I’m talking about food? You tryna call me a fat ass?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Shit, I love your fat ass, girl.”

“Whatever. Stop tryna deflect. You still annoying.”

You came closer to him mushing his head slightly and squeezing his cheeks which made his full lips form a small pout.

“Where you going looking this fine huh? What’s out there for you to dress like a fucking gigolo?”

Your hand travelled further down. Sliding down his face until you reached his neck squeezing slightly. He stood there immobile,letting you do your thing.

When he felt the contact at the front of his pants, his hands reached down to catch yours before you started acting up.

“Nah, I’m not doing this with you. You not gon make me late today.”

“But daddy-”

Your teeth grazed his right earlobe.

“Fucking hell..” his breath hitched in his throat as you palmed him through his pants. Giving him that squeeze that made him feel tingles down to his toes.

“Noo, just let me lick it please, just the tip, hmm? Please!”

If someone were to film this interaction right now and show it to you after you were sober from your horny state, you will swear up and down your are a victim of artificial intelligence.

Drunk and high from his sweet, sensual cologne seducing your olfaction, you couldn’t think straight.

All you knew was that your man was criminally fine and you needed a piece of him in this instance. Or else you wouldn’t survive.

Only one thing and one thing only was roaming in the, current, empty space of your brain.

He was conflicted.

The angel on his left shoulder tried to reason with him. Telling him how you were going to be there when he got back home . He will find you in the same spot after he’s done with his meeting and will be able to enjoy you all night long.

On the other hand, the little devil on his right, filled his mind with all the filthy things he could be doing to you instead of assisting his boring meeting.

When your hands took his and shoved them in your panties, well his boxers that you liked to wear around the house, that did it for him.

He could feel the wetness, making the skin damp and sleek. You used his long fingers to rub yourself. Creating that sweet friction you loved so much.

“You feel me? Feel how wet I am for you- uhh!”

“You’re something else, you really want this dick huh?! So fucking wet for what?”

He absentmindedly stroked you under your little shorts. Lips hovering over yours.

“I want you!”

You couldn’t help but grind yourself on his fingers. Chasing that sweet something you knew only he could give you.

“Yeah? You want me?”

“Yes, please.”

He cooed at you.

He looked at his wrist watch. Ten minutes to spare.

“How bad? Show me!”

You immediately dropped down on your knees, hands on either side of his thighs. You inhaled his crotch area deeply eyes closed as if you were breathing in heaven.

You tugged at his pants signaling him to help you discard them. The sound of his belt unbuckling made you febrile. A wide smile splattered on your face.

“Ten minutes. You better make every second count.” He said with faux sternness.

Oh you were going make ‘em count alright.

Anywaysss, blame this picture right here. This whole photoshoot he was looking like a whole snack with his big head. 😪 don’t make no sense!

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[koipepo]

I always need to do this kind of messy sketches to familiarize myself with new characters (the word dump is especially important!)

you can see how much fun i had doodling these lmao

[mileenaxyz]

🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

[carouselshotgun]

exposure check for michael b. jordan (smoke and stack)

source - joshcourt

[logray]

When they're first introduced, Smoke is wearing a tweed suit with a flat cap that's typical of an Irishman, while Stack is wearing a fedora with a pinstripe suit accessorized with gold bits that lean into a more Italian style. This hints that the brothers dress appropriately to blend in with both the North Side Gang and the Chicago Outfit back in the city. [x]

SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

TIME TO VOTE!

Which first part do ya’ll want this week?!

I plan to take a little hiatus to focus back on The Hoodoo Apprentice so I want to give ya’ll something to read and enjoy for the next two weeks lol

Here are the fic summaries to help ya’ll vote 😛

Velvet Heat and Country Sin

Sanctified Heat

[eye-raq]

Who gonna use Raven Tracy beautiful self as a face claim for 90s fic with Stack?

I nominate @uzumaki-rebellion

(Anybody can tap in)

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

SMOKE 💨 AND STACK 💰

can we touch tongues about it

[mereyapalais]

This is so Stack coded, especially when Ryan said that he’s a dandy, he stay having that shit on 😂

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8MSQ5RB/

That man is the epitome of swag! When it comes to fashion, he really do got that shit on. He has the vision 😝.

Maybe I’m reaching, but I wonder if he used to get in trouble with his dad for showing too much interest in fashion? It was mentioned the father was violent and all. I know in my culture a boy showing interest in fashion or his looks automatically gets labeled as “gay” and often they get punished or scolded for liking something that’s not ‘masculine’ enough

On a lighter note, I can just picture him dressing his lil nephew/ son like a mini him 🫠 😍

[potato-lord-but-not]

Sinners. you agree.

[faitokie]

I'll be around town just a lil' bit...

[snailsfall]

I’m no better than a man

[tojisteddy]

You like being up under him.

You’re like the cutest little puppy or a cute, needy little kitten in his eyes. Always hungry for attention, even if you don’t say it or you don’t show it in your actions. It’s in those pretty eyes he could get lost in for ages. It’s in the way he calls for you and you always come, leaning into his touch. Curling into his side or cuddling into his arms. It’s in the you burns off his affection but still pout when he pulls away. The goosebumps you get when he caresses your lower back, letting his hands trail to your hips.

“You in love with me or somethin baby?”

You know the answer.

So does he.

Especially with that smile or smirk on his lips. Laughs as you get all embarrassed. You try to shove him off but he pulls you closer by your waist.

The man can’t help but kiss your cheeks he knows are heating up even without being to see it on your skin, hold you by the back of your neck so he can give your a loving kiss on your perfect lips.

You’re his amazing fucking girl.

Even when he smokes.

And it’s almost chronic, has to have atleast one a day. And you look at him with bored eyes, but watch him none the less, as his lips take in tabbaco and blow it out ever so perfectly. You can’t help but get used to the smell, let it hit you when hold onto him like it’s the last time. The smell of tobacco, pinewood or cinnamon engulf you, falling in love with him a little more.

To the point he sends you in the store to get his favorite pack of cigarettes along with whatever snack you wanted and his favorite is ingrained in your memory. Or when he knows it’s too much, doesn’t like his pretty baby coughing up a storm, he gives your ass a little smack, shoo’s you away.

“No baby, not right now, gimmie me a second.”

He quickly finishes it, or takes one last drag, following you wherever you are because he loves being in your space. He tries his best to be careful with you, you’re a precious thing to him more than anyone on this planet, more than his fucked job, more than his own life, more than his lungs— you are the air he breathes.

Exactly what he lives for.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ toji, shiu, suguru, joel, ghost, john, smoke, stack, gaz.

a/n: I don’t encourage smoking irl (if it’s not weed) by any means. But boy do I get nostalgic with happy memories from smelling it, and lord knows I adore a character who smokes🤭🤤🤤 inspo, because I’m a slut for expanding past ideas.

[robsdiary]

STILL not over this. [tt post by cawlmepretty]

[brattonez]

18 MINUTES OF DELETED SCENES??????