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[mockingbirdjune]

I just want to lay here and eat cornbread all day. Is that too much to ask?

[bunnygirl678]

the problem with new years is all the lucky food i hate.

like i really only like cabbage and if bacon counts as pork then i'm okay (cabbage fried in bacon yum yum bein from the south rules)

but i hate hate hate black eyed peas, i avoid cornbread, and for the most part don't really like pork

but every year i stuff my face with the shit hoping to get some money and luck

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[fatalitysficbakery]

༒☙༒ A Glimpse Of Her —

Elias “Stack” Moore x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst???/fluff/SMUT.

warnings: SMUT. MY GOSH WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?

synopsis: you’re back in town, he ain’t missin his chance this time.

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❝So, you rob trains and banks but you can’t come steal this pussy for a night?❞⁣

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"I lied to you. Yes, I lied to you...I love the blues."

You stepped onto the front lawn of the old sawmill, your eyes held a storm in them, the kind ya wish you could ignore. It couldn't have been seven years since you returned to the delta. It felt like you was just a little girl, running behind them twins like a lovesick puppy. See, Stack had sold you a dream. A dream he wasn't man enough to deliver on.

When you stepped in front of that door, you held your breath and prayed to the Gods you still knew Elias well enough to know his bluffs; Cornbread sho looked at you like ya did. Not a shred of recognition on the man's face, but earlier that day Elias had promised you wouldn't be getting that door; that you should've walked right on back where ya came from, far as he was concerned.

'Look real pretty tonight, miss. Gon make these fellas weak in the knees."

Uh-huh. Jackpot. You couldn't help but giggle at Cornbread's attempt at a gentlemanly greeting; he still looked the same as when you'd left. couldn't quite say the same about yourself. "Oh, drop allat, Cornbread. We ain't never talked to each other like that."

His eyes go all wide, and he takes his hat off, a half smile printed on his lips, hat on his chest as it all came to him. "Know that ain't Genevieve's gal, nie? Girl, I sho ain't recognize ya. Come on in!" He opens his arms, allowing you in for a hug and squeezing tight fore patting ya back and chuckling, "Ain't seen ya since ya last sang for us. Hope them pipes get used tonight."

"We'll see now, Corn. Ima go get me a drink now if that's okay with you." Still looking at you in pure surprise and wonder, he nods quickly and lets you pass, still smiling all big and proud.

"Gon on, girl, it's good to see ya."

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You knew it wouldn't take long, his eyes had tracked ya since ya entered the room, his hands twitching around the glass of whiskey in his hand. He lets you settle for a moment at least before he makes his way over to you in short, swift strides.

Your finger taps against the side of your glass, looking at him from your peripheral vision. He looked sharper than a knife, good as the night, and clean as hell. You breathe in the scent of musk, smoke, and whiskey when he's next to ya, but you ain't falling for it; he looks irritated as all hell too.

"Y'know, songbird; ya always had a habit of showing up places ya ain't belong. Finish your drink up. Follow me." His body language is tense; you can see the veins in his neck straining, his hand on the glass clenching, and his body stays tense, but he don't look at you; nah, he avoids your gaze like the 14th century plague. Like he can't bear it. Looking your way.

"Following you would lead me to hell, boy. Sides, I gots me a meeting."

Your body steps one inch away from his before he's gripping your wrist firmly, pulling you right up against him, teeth gritted and grills gleaming, his chuckle is as bitter as the beer the patrons are drinking and it sends an absolute shiver through you. "You was going to hell fore ya stepped in this building, woman."

"You left too, Elias. You planned to leave first. Remember that, and get your damn hands off me, dog."

His hold grows tighter, and he has the nerve to shake his head; he stares you down with the heat of a thousand furnaces, his eyes burning through you, and if you didn't know better, you would've thought looks could kill. "Your dog. Seven damn years, seven damn years I ain't seen no sign of you."

"Like. wise." You get out stiffly, but there's that storm again, and this time you ain't got the guts to ignore it.

"You need to dance. Don't ya?" He says after a while and grabs your hand within his, raising it to his lips, and taking a deep breath of your scent. Shit, still smell like jasmine. He ain't never smelt nothing sweeter. "May I?"

You don't know if ya wanna scoff or take him up on that offer, maybe both. You contemplate your options for a moment before remembering what'd ya come here for. Kissing your teeth, your hand settles in his. "I know you'd better still know how to move your feet, Elias Moore."

When your hold releases from his, your figure saunters away to the dancefloor, and he fixes his tie, admiring the view as he follows right on behind ya. Whispering to himself, his eyes roam over you with a heated glaze; the sway in your hips something to stop traffic, "Sho do love to watch you walk away."

"I heard that."

He licks his lips with a smirk on em, "Shyat, I hope ya did."

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It wasn't long, not long at all, till you pressed against Elias just right whilst you danced; he's only a man, a weaker one when it came to you. He stilled you in your place, grunting, "I'm weak, darlin'. Ain't never been nothing but weak around ya."

"I know. Cornbread sho let me in easy enough when I walked up to that door. Thought you was keeping me out?"

"Cornbread ain't got half the brain to listen to me." He lies, knowing darn well he ain't tell the man not to let you in, hell, he barely even mentioned you coming back to the Delta to his own brother. He wanted this all for him. At least for the night, letting out a hiss of air, he drags you away from the floor and into an unused storage room.

He's smooth when he moves, hoisting you up and onto the counter before grabbing your face into his hands, looking you dead in the eyes like he needed you to know every word was real, and they were. He could lie to most, but not to you.

"Ya got that leash pulled too damn tight for me to breathe, darlin. Ain't no way I could've denied you. No matter how long we've been apart."

"Well, I'm still angry with you. I'm furious." His hand is inching up your dress, the roughness of his palm against the soft skin of your thighs, he's smooth as butter; a charming killer. He knows how to use that grin, especially with you.

"But?" He tilts his chin up, adams apple bobbing and that damn smirk still on his face, smug as he'd always been. The Moore way: confident and cunning. Ya ain't never hated and loved anything more.

When your eyes avert from his, it's like he's hit the jackpot. He knows he's got you now. Can feel it in the way ya can't meet his gaze. Always been a cute lil habit of yours he absolutely adored. — His thumb and index finger come up to tilt your chin, get those big brown eyes looking back at him; Lord, he couldn't get enough. "Aht, aht...Ain't nunnadet now, woman. Tell me what you was gon say."

You could punch him, hell, you oughta for all the promises he broke, the nights he had ya wondering if he ever even loved ya in the first place. A hiss of air is let out between your gritted teeth, and y'know he ain't letting you dodge this. "Making me say it?"

"Goddamned right." His hand doesn't remove itself from your chin, head tilted and brow raised; he's waiting patiently, and if he couldn't be patient with anything else, he could when it came to you. You knew he was prepared to do this all night. His eyes light up like a kids on Christmas when you let that resigned sigh out.

And Bingo was his name-o.

"But...Loving somebody else was never an option for me, Elias." Your whisper is like a butterfly kiss, the words a wisp upon his ears when you say them and press your head against his. His hand stops at the edge of your underwear, and the breath that escapes him almost sounds like a plea to God. A plea to keep the man grounded, because you damn sho wasn't. Not when you sounded so sweet admitting you still loved him.

"Them some pretty words ya speaking, sweetheart." His voice comes out rough, and strained with the restraint he was holding onto so damn tightly. His hands grip your hips, and suddenly you're being taken off the counter, the man sighing like he just realized he'd been starving all night. Famished.

"Turn round for me, girl. Finna see what I been missing out on being boneheaded."

"Ask nicely." You tease.

A hiss of air can be heard when you're turned around and bent over the table. Stack's fingers grip the edge like his life depended on it, trying to restrain himself from busting just at the sight of your soft, welcoming thighs. He slots himself between them before he loses the little mind he has left, unzipping his own slacks. His hands spread you open, yanking your panties down a little less gently than he'd intended.

"I been waitin too damn long to ask anything kindly, darlin'. You're lucky I ain't take ya right at that damn train station. Hold onto me."

His hand envelops yours, allowing you to brace yourself in his grasp, the other moving to line himself with your entrance, the feeling so familiar and yet so distantly felt until he's finally sank himself into ya, your walls soft and warm and so damn tight around that it pulls the most desperate grunt from his lips, and a whispered gasp from you.

Lord, he doesn't know just who to thank yet for bringing you on home. His hand slides around the back of your neck, his head finding its way next to your ear, nipping the tip of it; the gold of his grills like heat against your skin, your hand reaches up to bring his face even closer: your breaths mingle, and that first thrust feels like pure freedom.

"Feel just like home in here, girl. Gon get me hooked like a bad habit again, ain'tcha?" Pace slow yet deliberate, he guides your head down, getting you in a position where your head rests on the table, and he could get even deeper inside you. As deep as he possibly could. "Betcha still taste like honey, too. Ain't nowhere near done with rediscovering every part of you."

His words bit at her in the most embarrassing way, lips dripping with slightly whispered moans, keeping mind the party just outside the door; It ain't quite right how smooth he could be, a shuddered whine escaping her like summin she ain't never heard from herself before. It shows in the way her bite becomes reactive. "You sho talk a lot, don't ya?"

"Want me to shut up, huh?" He chuckles, angling his hips just so and rocking into you with a particular roughness that was so simply Elias, it'd almost be funny if it weren't for the way your mouth had fallen open into a moan too loud for your liking, given the location they were in. "Maybe you just need to be a lil louder, princess."

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Smoke ain't one bit surprised when he sees the two of you running out of the backroom, you giggling whilst Elias leads you out to his truck, the afterglow clear in the way both your clothes were a little wrinkled and tussled up.

"Aye, where you think you're goin'?" He yells out for his brother, but Elias simply waves him before yelling back.

"Gon go home and show my woman some real lovin'. We a be back."

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A/N: which sinner is next? i cannot let you know, there is evil watching and they will try to sabotage my plans </33.

[plethorawrites]

Hey! Would you be willing to write a Jason Todd x southern!reader? Like the reader is from the southern states of America and just their cultural differences, like his thoughts on southern hospitality and the different slang and stuff? If not that's okay! Hope you have a great day/night!

Of course! I'm really leaning into some stereotypes and really dramatic features, fyi. I'm fully aware of that. (Enjoy reading this while I go bomb my midterm because I didn't study enough!!!) (Send help. I'm begging.)

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Everyone, even Jason Todd himself always imagined him ending up with someone a little bit more like himself—mistrusting, sarcastic, morbid. No one had foreseen him ending up with you, of all people, who were not only not hardened by the perpetually disturbing state of Gotham, but actually somehow cheerful? They chalked it up to one simple difference, though—the fact that you were from the south.

Geographically, he knew where your state was, but for whatever reason, the south seemed a lot more like an alternate dimension the more he got to know you.

Your look had, obviously, been the first thing to draw him in, seeing you from across a bar. But it was the accent that had him feeling his mouth go dry, that sweet, long drawl that made your words curve slightly at the end of every sentence. It was like his brain malfunctioned the first time he heard it.

And honestly, sometimes it still did.

Hearing you mumble his name in the morning when your voice was all sleepy, a little rasp mixed with that twang that always drew his attention no matter how much he heard it. But your accent, although stark in comparison to the typical Jersey accent that was widespread throughout Gotham, there were a number of other traits that he also found out of place in the city.

Like your odd hospitality—condolence casserole was not a thing he even thought about, let alone actually made until one of the cops Jim Gordon knew died and you made the window, a woman you've never even met, a casserole. Multiple, actually. Along with cookies.

But then again, you baked frequently.

Like making cornbread. Which, was apparently something people actually made and ate? He had no clue. It was delicious though. Most southern food, he quickly realized, was. He usually ate fast food most nights, too tired to cook for himself and too busy to go to an actual restaurant, but you had cooked so often for yourself, always making enough for an entire family (What was with all the leftovers?!) that he started trying and liking almost everything you made.

He'd eat brisket, ribs, pulled pork sliders, devouring it all. You made an incredibly good steak, too. Better than at any restaurant or catering his dad ever had. Meals were typically paired with a glass of iced tea though. Sweet iced tea, obviously. You consumed an absurd amount of it, for some reason, making it from scratch frequently, along with lemonade. And while he disliked the tea, even after trying it repeatedly to make you happy, he adored the lemonade you made, which was tart and refreshing all at once.

He found out quickly, that you were far too pure for Gotham, opening doors for people instead of letting it shut in their faces, which was typical. Or saying ma'am and sir at the end of nearly every sentence, even with friends occasionally by accident.

He loved your pet names for him, though. Instead of baby, or sweetheart like most people would use, you called him sugar or darlin', sometimes sweet pea. It seemed like it would sound cringey, but with the way it rolled off your tongue because of your accent, it was so smooth, it just fit.

You also, quite frequently and without realizing, used words like y'all, reckon, howdy which he found utterly adorable. No where near as cute as the words he didn't even recognize, though. He thought he lost his mind when you first said the toaster was acting Cattywampus. He still didn't quite understand what that meant, but got the gist.

He'd admit, he got pretty jealous when you first called another man handsome when he was barely in range to hear it. He'd been hurt and pulled you away, asking why. You'd said it was because the man was an idiot and he stared at you like you grew a second head. "It ain't right to be beautiful and smart, so when someone's as dumb as a bag of rocks, you gotta call handsome." You explained and realization dawned on him that you'd been insulting that man directly to his face without him realizing it.

That was rather funny.

As was the number of 'bless your hearts' you would mutter to people with a sweet tone, only for it to be a subtle dig. He had no idea the south was so...well, catty.

Jason also appreciated some of your more obscure talents, like your strange ability to recognize types of snakes, which he discovered when Joker released dozens of them into the city causing mass panic. You were utterly perplexed, especially when he told you they were coral snakes, which had a paralyzing bite. "Are you sure we're seeing the same snakes, sugar? Those are king snakes, they're harmless."

In his and his family's defense, Gotham has a rat problem, not a snake one, typically. Plus they looked almost identical and moved so fast it was hard to tell the difference. Except for you, who'd grown up learning to know what venomous and non venomous snakes looked like to avoid getting bit.

In addition to your weird knowledge about reptiles, you also knew an awful lot about sports, mostly football. It was sometimes difficult to tear you away from the TV and even though he could care less, he'd watch it with you if it gave him the chance to pull you into his lap on the couch.

You were often a walking contradiction in his mind, so polite and kind, a fan of boots and extremely nice leather products that were probably better than his, yet so capable of spending the entire day fishing (not that the Gotham water was safe to fish in, because it really wasn't) or going to the gun range with him. A shotgun really wasn't what he'd had in mind when inviting you along, but since your family would always partake in hunting season, he supposed he really shouldn't have been surprised when you picked it up. And used it like an expert.

He'll admit, that was extremely attractive.

Your duality, your gentle nature, your southern hospitality which he quickly realized was a very real thing, all enticed him to no end. Until he was so utterly smitten he was incorporating your slang into his vocabulary and taking your every suggestion about quality leather goods.

Yeah, it was safe to say you were the last person anyone thought Jason would like, but turned out to be the one he loved.

[olegirlfromacrossthestreet]

Not folks downplaying Annie & Smoke’s love story in comparison to Mary & Stack’s situation when multiple times throughout the film, Mary couldn’t even tell the twins apart, even when other townspeople could. “Smoke? Or is this here Stack?”, she says at the train station. Or when Mary is having a drink with Sammie at the Juke, Smoke walks up and she questions which twin it is. She says “…they didn’t even send my momma any flowers. Smoke?” On the contrary, when Smoke is at the Chows’ (Bo knew and embraced Smoke) and Terry is stealing off their truck, Terry knew immediately it was Smoke (says his name) and apologized for stealing. When Stack and Sammie go to the field to recruit Cornbread, Cornbread knew immediately that it was Stack (says his name). My favorite unc Delta Slim says “Stack” immediately when they went to ask him to play at the Juke. If that’s your man, you should know your man honey. In conclusion, I will defend Annie until the end.

[dimmadoome]

I dont take any critique of Mary and Grace to be in good faith anymore. Because if its not about misogyny, then why is Annie always "too motherly" and Pearline always "doing too much"? Why isnt Cornbread a problem for also going out and getting turned before they knew Remmick was a vampire? Why isnt Smoke an asshole for leaving the grieving mother of his child all on her lonesome and why isn't Stack an asshole for sending Mary out in the first place?

Why are ALL the characters people have problems with in this movie the women?

[ohokaythtsu-blog]

“PALE MOON” PART 1

REMMICK x Reader (Black Female Reader)

WARNINGS: Cursing, Blood, Biting, angst, death, interracial, mention of racists subjects, KKK mention

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The music pulled through the wooden walls of this ol barn, black bodies swayed and sweated through the floor as we danced, sung, and laughed the night away. I stood over by the door looking down at my drink, swirling around my glass cup, filled with corn liquor. See I wun’t like my brothas, Stack and Smock. Sure money made me smile but I wanted to move my body and dance, but them two, they wouldn’t dare let they baby Sistah sway ha body on the floor where any man could touch and grab me. I wusn’t no damn baby no mo. But let them tell it, I was still baby sis, the one those two left with Mary while they took they asses to Chicago. I had a lot on my mind that night and all I wanted was to shake my body at this new Juke they opened. It was a celebration that my brothas was home, and for me and Mary to grieve her motha’s passing, god rest her soul. But something eerie and exciting about tonight had me on my 4th cup of corn liqa.

“Sis get yo ass over here!”, Mary shouted as she danced with Stack. I huff and saunter over, I was wearing a soft purple silk dress, and my momma’s purls. “What ya’ll wont, finally letting me dance with somebody tonight Stack?” Mary chuckled and Stack looked at me like I stole his money. “Sis it would be a cold day in hell before I let you do that…nah actually I need you to work yo magic”. I looked at Stake wit a scowl. “Boy the hell you need me to do na? It bet not be about them white folk that stopped at the door earlier”, I look between Stack and Mary. “Ya’ll aint serious is ya…Why yo ass and send Mary? What if they Klan?”. Stack looked at me then Mary, “Know what ya’ll can both go, Sis only reason I said you because you a swindler at heart like ya big brothas and judging by the eyes on that white man…whatever he said his name was, he was eyeing yah. Bet you can get bank out him, and Mary yo ass better watch my sista”. Me and Mary looked at him, Mary wanted to help but I did not in the slightest. “Oh, so I can’t shake my body in here or you’d cut one of these n**gas hands off, but you’d make me go talk to a white man? You a cold man Stack”, I said before taken his gun from him and Mary took a switch blade. I put the gun on my garter and walked towards the door. Cornbread was sitting there as I walked past him with Mary behind me. “Where ya’ll narrow ass’s goin?”, Cornbread yelled. I looked back with a mean attitude, “Cornbread mind yo damn business I ain’t lil no mo. You don’t need to be minding my business”. I sway away and walk towards the three-white people on the tree bench far outside. They were…singing?  

I listen closely but something was eerie about their singing, made me feel uneasy, especially the man with the overalls and gold chain, his eyes in mine as he strummed his banjo. His voice calmed me a bit, made me feel at ease, like I could trust him, almost hypnotic. Mary claps as they finish, but I remain quiet. Mary begins talking to them, but that mad….would not stop looking at me.

Mary notices our staring and she whispers to me, “Looks like he want ya”. I look at her with a scowl, “hush it Mary”. But she was right it was like I could hear his thoughts. “Is there a reason you looking at me like dat?”, I asked looking at the man. He smiles and lets out a deep chuckle. “Oh darlin, I don’t mean no offense, your just…beautiful”. His blue eyes investigate my brown ones, and something about the sweetness of his tone of voice made my stomach flutter. I blush and bit my lip, unable to really look at him after. “Well  thank ya…”. I straighten up a bit, quickly regaining my thoughts of why me and Mary stood out here in the first place. But before I could fully even get a sentence out, I hear some arguing out back of the Juke. “Excuse me on moment..”, I ultimately leave Mary there, knowing she would be safer than I, considering she was a white woman, and I a black one. Sure she was like my sister but, my loyalty truly was to Stack and Smoke, my older brothers. Before leaving, the man that made me blush only moments prior looked at me. “My name is Remmick…”, he smirked, which I found endearing but also unsettling, like he heard my thoughts of me getting ready to leave but not knowing his name.

 I rush out back of the Juke joint and hear Smoke and a few men arguing. Sammie, our cousin, standing there like he ain’t know what to do. I budge in and step between my brother and the man he was arguing with. “Now we tryin to be civilized folk, and here ya’ll go with that sh*t now what’s the problem?”, I ask crossing my arms. Smoke clenched his jaw, “This n*gga thought he could walk out here with my money from that dice game”. See one thing my brothas aint like is for ANYBODY to steal they money, and judging by the way Smoke held his gun in his hand, he meant business. The man in question, accused of stealing Smoke’s money, stood his ground. But that was his mistake, so me being me, I looked in his eyes. “Look if you don’t wont no Smoke, you best be emptying yo pockets”, the man looked at me and scoffed. “I ain’t gotta do shit…bi*tch”. Now while everyone knew Stack and Smoke as the men they were, they also knew, that they little sister wasn’t shit to play with. I just laughed before smacking him, hard. And before the man could even lay a finger on me, nor before Smoke could shoot em dead, and hand punches him. Swiftly the man falls to the ground, and I look at who punched him, it was…Remmick.

Guess Mary heard the commotion first, and Remmick followed her. The man now on the ground knocked out cold. “Sis you know this white man? First he at the juke door, now he saving ya? He yo man or sum?”, Smoke says as he looks between me and Remmick. “No, met him same time yall did”, I look at him and my heart flutters again, finding it hard to defer the difference in Remmick’s eerie nature and his flirtatious one. “Oh I ain’t mean no trouble, I heard him call yah outcha name, and ain’t no way to carry on with a beautiful lady, is all”, Remmick says with a smile, he then looks at Smoke. “I don’t mean to intrude on anyone’s business, but I have a knack for catching someone in a lie, and I’d bet he may have your money.” Smoke still ain’t trust no white man, but when he looked in the man who was knocked out cold on the dirt ground, he found trick dice and about $25 in the man pockets. The money belonging to Smoke. Smoke said nothing, instead he pocketed his money, and had the other men beat up the man on the ground. Smoke, Mary, and Sammy all walk back into the Juke joint, before Smoke turned to me and whispered, “I know you…just yell if you need me sis.” Smoke was much more of a gentle brother to me, he spoiled me and Stack rotten, and he could tell by the look on my confused and slightly astonished face, that I was growing some interest for white boy Remmick.

There is this bit of awkward silence, I look at Remmick with now less guarded eyes, I was faltering a bit. "Thank you for...that, though I ain't no damsel" Remmick smiles and chuckles looking at his feet, "Well I know that, by just looking at yah lot, I can tell your a strong one. I just don't like a man to treat a woman, like she ain't right.", he says as we sit on a bench far off. I noticed his...'friends' were still where I left them out front, but I could feel their eyes on us. "You know, while I may be polite now...your friends need to mind they eyes." I say before looking back at Remmick, he smiles and rests his hand on my thigh, respectfully. "Oh them...don't mind them, they are as equally enamored with your beauty...though I myself am a bit of a jealous man, that all these people look at you" I look at him, but all I could feel was my fast heart rate, and his weirdly cold hands on my thighs, each slow movement of his hand comforting me. I wasn't sure if I should have been turned on or afraid. I wasn't like Stack, he easily could be with Mary and no one dared to look his way. Me flirting with Remmick was hard to do. "What ya saying Remmick?", I say with a more softer southern voice. He leans in with a somewhat sinister smile and whispers to my ear, his breath hot on my spine. "What I am saying is you are beautiful, and I hope that my exterior, doesn't keep me from knowing your interior."

[kammii]

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 - 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬..... 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫!𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲!𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭!𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒!!!

𝗔/𝗻: just dropping this by… :)

8:45pm; Home

𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀, hummed softly to herself, the melody of an old R&B song filling the air. She stood barefoot in her spotless kitchen, stirring a pot of collard greens on the stove. The smell of garlic, smoked turkey, and cornbread baking in the oven filled the house, mingling with the faint scent of lavender cleaner.

She'd spent the day cleaning up making sure the house was spotless and smelling good. The counters gleamed, her black and purple Ninja appliances. The lightly purple colored fridge stood beside her, covered with magnets holding recipes and pictures of her and her husband.

On the dining table, she'd set out plates with purple napkins and glasses filled with sweet tea.

"Dinner's ready, Milo. You think daddy's 'gonna like it?" Amira said glancing at the ginger cat which was sprawled on his favorite perched by the window. Milo let out a lazy meow, his green eyes half- closed.

Amira chuckled, wiping her hands on her lavender colored apron and checked the time on the stove. It was nearly 9:00pm, and her husband— Toji would be home any minute.

She wanted everything to run smoothly. Despite how exhausted he always seemed when he came home, she wanted to make sure he knew she cared.

The last couple of months had been rough. Toji had been picking up extra shifts at the plant, covering for coworkers who'd been fired for stealing time. She understood why he was doing it— extra money, bills paid, house staying warm, and making sure that she was comfortable.

That was the kind of man Toji was: selfless, hardworking, always doing what he could for his little family.

But that didn't make the loneliness any better.

Amira missed the way how he used to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her close while she cooked, whispering sweet nasty things in her ear. She missed their late night talks, his teasing grin when he'd call her "Fat Booty" just to hear her giggle at the name.

She missed feeling like his number one priority.

The front door creaked open, and Toji's heavy boots thudded against the floor. He stepped inside, his shirt clinging to his muscular frame and his tattoo's were peaking from underneath his shirt, going up towards the side of his neck.

"Hey, baby," Amira called from the kitchen, a smile tugging at her lips. She turned to face him as he walked in, his tired eyes scanning the kitchen before landing on her.

"Hey, It looks good in here," he said, kicking his boots off and setting his Kuromi themed colored lunch bag down on the small black shelf before taking off his work jacket, hanging it up on the coat hanger.

He picked back up his lunch bag and made his way over to his wife. "Mm-hmm, thank you." She places her hands on her thick curves, her curves accentuated by the snug Kuromi black and purple lounge set she wore.

They made eye contact before he placed down his lunch bag on the counter and wrapped his strong, veiny arms around her waist.  The faint callouses on his fingers brushed against her soft skin, sending a shiver up her spine.

"It smells good too," he murmured, his voice husky with affection. The rich timbre resonated through her chest, igniting a slow warmth within her.

Toji pressed a trail of soft kisses along her jawline, his lips grazing her skin. "You smell good, fat booty. You used that new body wash I brought you?" His voice dropped slightly, making her knees weak.

"I did," Amira replied softly. The smell of vanilla mixed with coco butter lingered off her body. A small smile curled on her lips as her fingers brushed against his broad chest.

"Fuck baby" Toji murmured, his eyes lingered on her, drinking her in as he was trying to decide if he had the energy to give into the temptation, but the weight of the day tugged at him and the exhaustion crept up.

With a soft groan, Toji placed one more kiss on her lips before pulling away, his hands briefly tighten on her waist as if he didn't want to let go.

Running a hand through his jet black hair, Toji exhaled deeply trying to ground himself. His gaze shifted to Milo who was now asleep in the window.

"Has milo been scratching at the couch today?" Toji asked. Amira sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Of course he has. I caught him this morning going at it" she said, shaking her head.

"That little fucker." Toji clicked his tongue, "I swear, 'm gonna toss that damn couch away and get a new one. Something that's Milo proof... if that even exists."

"You'd get a new couch just for him to ruin that one too?," Amira teased raising a brow.

Toji gave a low chuckle, "Yeah well, he's damn lucky he's cute or he would have been long gone."

Amira playfully shook her head, "Milo's not going anywhere but you are, Go get cleaned up so we can have dinner." She nudged him towards the hallway with a smile tugging at her lips.

"Yes ma'am" he nodded before walking away.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑

As Amira placed down the last steamy plate she saw Toji emerged from the hallway, his damp hair sticking to his forehead and a tank top stretched snug over his muscular chest, his sleeve tattoo sprawled across his muscular arm.

The faint scent of Old Spice body wash drifted into the kitchen. As he continued to make his way to the table, his shoulders sagged slightly. "Thank you baby," he said taking a seat as Amira took hers as well.

"You're welcome sweetie," Her heart had skipped a beat. It's been quite a while since they actually had a nice meal together.

They ate in a comfortable silence for a while, the clink of utensils filling the room. Amira sipped her tea, her gaze lingering on Toji. She couldn't continue to stay quiet.

She cleared her throat, "So sweetie.. can we talk?"

Toji paused mid bite, glancing up at her with a furrowed brow. "Yeah, what's up?"

She hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass. "You've been working a lot lately....like a lot."

Toji sighed, leaning back in his chair with his fork still in hand. "Yeah, I told you that baby. They've been short staffed since they let those idiots go. Someone's gotta pick up the slack."

"I understand that," Amira said, her voice steady but tinged with emotion. "But it feels like all you do is come home, eat, shower and sleep. Toji we barely make conversation towards each other and I was surprised we talked earlier.. I just miss you that's all."

Toji's jaw tightened, as he sat down his fork with a quiet clink. "Amira, you think I want to be working this much? You think I don't miss you too?"

"I'm not saying that," she replied, her tone sharpening. "I'm basically saying I don't see you like that anymore and it's like when I do, you're too tired to even talk to me."

Toji ran a hand through his damp hair, letting out another sigh. "Amira, I'm doing this for us. For you. So you don't have to stress about bills or anything else."

"I didn't marry you for your paychecks Toji," Amira said, her voice was starting to crack with tears filling up in her eyes. "I feel like I'm living alone in this house half of the time."

The conversation took a turn. Toji looked at her, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. "You think it's easy for me to come home seeing you looking this good, smelling this good, and not being able to spend time with you the way how I want to?"

Amira blinked, surprised by the tone of his voice. "Then do something about it Toji, Take a day off or two. Stop picking up every shift that's thrown at you. You literally just worked 16 days in a row.."

Toji stood up, his chair scraping against the floor as it was pushed back. "Amira, you think it's so fucking simple, I can't just stop and drop everything..'m trying to make sure we're good, Amira. That we stay good."

Those tears that had been threatening to spill out her eyes finally escaped, rolling hot and fast down her face. Her voice cracked trembling under the weight of frustration. "Well Toji, does it look like we're good? I feel like I'm losing you by the second and I'm so tired of this." Her hands shook as she wiped her cheeks, trying in vain to reclaim her composure.

The room seemed to shrink with the tension.

"Baby..." Toji's voice softened, his shoulders slumping as the anger drained from his face. He stepped around the table cautiously as his hand was stretched out to grab her hand.

But Amira stepped back and swatted his hand away with more force than he expected. "Don't," she snapped, her voice was sharp. She shook her head, "Just leave me alone, please. Eat your dinner before it gets cold."

She took another step back, her arms folding across her chest, before turning around on her heels and walking away.

Toji stood there frozen, the weight of her words lingered leaving him speechless. He didn't mean to make his baby upset.

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Toji ran a hand down his face as he made his way up the stairs, his footsteps were slow and heavy. He hates having an argument with his baby. His jaw clenched as he reached the top of the stairs and made his way to the guest room, knowing that's where Amira went.

He lifted his hand to knock but hesitated, pressing his palm flat against the wooden door instead. He could hear— her soft broken sniffles from the other side.

Damn it.

Toji did a heavy sigh before pushing the door open. The room was dark except for the faint glow of the moon slipping through the blinds. His eyes immediately landed on her figure.

His chest ached at the sight of her curled up beneath the blanket, her back facing him. She was trying to hide, but he could hear her cries.

"Baby," he murmured, closing the door behind him. His voice was gentle but she didn't respond.

Toji walked to the bed, sitting carefully on the edge. The mattress dipped under his weight, but Amira didn't move. His hand hovered over the blanket before he slowly placed it on what he assumed was her arm.

" I know you don't wanna talk to me," he started his voice was lace with exhaustion. "But we don't go to bed mad at each other. That's our rule." He said sighing. " So let's talk." He said but it was followed by silence.

Straight silence.

He swallowed hard and tried again. "I shouldn't have cussed at you, Fuck I'm sorry baby. I was frustrated but that doesn't excuse it. And I'm sure as hell should've listened to you instead of brushing off how you felt." His fingers gently stroked the blanket over her arm. "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, Amira."

"I don't want you in here alone. I don't want you feeling like I don't care... because I do, more than anything."

A moment passed before Amira finally moved. The blanket slipped down slightly, revealing her face. Her eyes were red and puffy, lips trembling as she sniffed.

Amira lips parted as another tear slipped down her face. "You didn't even listen to me Toji. You just— got mad. You didn't even try to see where I was coming from, and it hurt. It hurts so much because it makes me feel alone."

Toji exhaled sharply, his hands sliding to cuff her jaw. "Damn it, Amira I know," He admitted. "I was an asshole and I got caught up in my own feelings not thinking about you."

She looked away, another sniffle escaping her. "And then you cussed at me....you don't never do that Toji." More tears spilled out her eyes as she tried to silently cry.

His stomach twisted. "Baby, I didn't mean that," he said quickly, his voice was full of regret. "I let my temper get the best of me, and I took it out on you, and I hate that I did that. I don't want you to ever feel like I don't respect you, 'cause I do."

Amira stayed quiet, but her face softened just a little.

Toji tilted her chin up, making her look at him. "I'm sorry, baby," he said. "I don't wanna fight with you, you're the only person that I have. Just... let me make it right."

"I hate fighting with you, Amira said.

"I know," he murmured, his lips pressing on her forehead "Me too,"

A shaky exhale left her lips before she finally leaned into him, resting her hands on his chest.

Toji didn't hesitate to kiss her plump lips. It was soft at first, almost hesitant. But when Amira sighed against his lips, clutching at his tank top and kissed him back with just as much desperation, Toji lost himself in her.

The kiss deepened as his large, strong veiny hands found their way to her waist, rubbing sensually making her gasp. "Toji..." she breathed out, her head tilting back as he trailed, hot opened mouthed kisses down her neck.

"I got you baby," his husky voice sent shivers down her spine. "Fuck... I fucking miss this." His fingertips toyed with her waist band before pulling her lounge pants down.

He threw the pants down on the side of the bed and pushed her back gently against the bed, just the site of her beautiful body and the sexy ass lace underwear she had on made him just want to devour her.

He was in fact beginning to regret working all those days...

He watched her squirm under his touch. Grabbing her thick thighs, he spreads her thighs apart licking his lips.

"You look so good 'mira" he brought his fingers to rub on her clothed pussy. Her wetness seeping through the fabric, by the second Toji's dick was straining against his boxers and sweatpants— waiting to be taken out.

"Can't wait to taste this pussy," his voice was thick with lust as he bent down, getting comfortable on the bed. His mouth was hovering over her lace panties. He stuck out his tongue and licked the lace, leaving a wet trail.

Amira jerked, a soft whine escaped her lips as she felt his fingers pull aside her panties exposing her wet ass pussy. "Sweetie.... Please don't... please don't tease me," tears started to swell up in her eyes.

" I'm not baby, I can't wait much longer..... 'm finna tear this shit up," he stretched the lace panties even wider before placing his mouth on her clit.

He began to lick her clit with wide lustful strokes, his tongue flattening against her sensitive flesh. Amira eye lashes fluttered as she felt the pleasure course throughout her body.

"Fuck just like that!," her hands found its way to his head, her fingertips running through his dark hair, she pushed his head down further wanting to feel even more.

Oh how she missed this.

"Yeah grab my head like that baby, mhm" he spoke against her clit, before stopping to gather spit in his mouth.

He spitted directly onto her swollen clit, the wetness mixing in with her arousal, and slurped it back up. "Mmm these are getting in my way" he pulled down her soaked panties tossing them to the side.

Her pussy was just so pretty and he didn't want to stop eating!

He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her forward until she was flush against his face, trapping her in his grasp.  His breath was hot against her slick folds before his tongue flicked out again, over her swollen clit with precision.

His grip tightened, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he devoured her, his tongue working slow, deliberate strokes before switching to fast, hungry flicks that made her body jolt.

"Yes just like that, baby you eating this pussy so good," she moaned as she felt her legs tremble. Toji hummed against her, the vibrations shooting straight through her core, making her back arch. His lips latched onto her clit, sucking with just the right amount of pressure before his tongue traced messy circles around it, drawing out a choked whimper from her.

The heat in her belly coiled tighter, a sweet, unbearable pressure building fast.

“You gonna cum all over my face baby? Hm?" Amira covered her mouth with her hand as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Yes daddy, 'm gonna cum.." her fingers tightened, the first wave of her orgasm hit her. "I'm cumming Toji!-". Toji's tongue moved faster, greedier, as her thick thighs tightened around his head as she felt the familiar, blissful release wash over her.

Her cry was met with a deep groan from Toji. He held her down firmly, his mouth never leaving her pussy. His tongue continued its lascivious dance until she came down from her high.

"You did real good, fat booty. So fucking good." he unraveled his arms from around her thighs and brought himself up.

Her body shuddered, as she saw his mouth and jaw glistening in her juices.

"I missed tasting that pussy, mira," Toji neared his face towards her. She was so damn beautiful. He hungrily kissed her lips, making her taste herself.

"You taste yourself, mama" he pulled back, his lustful eyes looking down at her watching her lick her lips.

Amira hummed, nodding her head tasting her cum mixed with his saliva. "Tastes so good mhmm,". Fuck. Toji loved when she got like this, so damn nasty— it made his body hot.

As his bulge continued to grow he couldn't take it anymore as his precum began to stain his sweats.

He tugged down his sweats with his right hand. His dick flops out hitting his stomach. "Dick so damn big, that's gonna hurt." Amira mouth watered at the sight.

His pretty pink tip oozed with pre cum, "you know this shit..." he grabbed Amira legs bringer her closer, with his free hand he smeared his pre cum all over his tip, groaning in the process. Becoming real impatient.

He slaps his long, veiny dick on her sloppy, wet pussy. " 'ts gonna fit, It always fits right baby.." he then, rubbed his tip on her clit before making his way towards her hole.

He pushed into her slowly, feeling her tense beneath him. A sharp gasp slipped from her lips as the thick head of his dick stretched her open.

"Oh my god..." she exhaled, her fingers gripping the cotton sheets, her back arching slightly. A burning sensation pulsed through her core— it has been a while, and her body needed time to adjust and she knew that. She also knew that soon, that burning, stinging sensation would turn into pleasure.

Something she had been yearning for.

Toji clenched his jaw, feeling her warmth wrapping around his dick. She was sucking him in, gripping him like she don't want to let him go. His muscles strained, every instinct screaming at him to thrust deeper so he can feel every bit of her, but he forced himself to go slow.

"You takin' this dick so well," he rasps, his hands gripped her thighs, thumbs pressing into her soft skin. His face twisted with pleasure as he felt her flutter around him. He's trying his best not to cum, he'd be embarrassed and it would most definitely hurt his pride— in bed.

Amira's breath hitched when she felt another inch sank in. "Toji.." she whimpered, her voice was laced with need.

His dark brown eyes flickered up to her face, drinking in the way her lips were parted, brows furrowed as she tried to take him. Goodness.

Toji slid his hands up her body, fingers wrapping around her throat. As he pushed more of himself inside of her, finally bottoming out making her cry out.

"You feel that baby? That's me, all the way inside of this pretty ass pussy. Deep as i can go,"

He pulled back, just enough to watch her face— tears going down her cheeks, chest rising and falling with ragged breath. Just once, he pulled his dick back only to snap his hips forward, just to make her jolt.

"Shit-" she cried out, legs wrapping around his waist.

Toji grinned, rolling his hips slow and deep, making sure she felt every inch dragging against her walls. "'gonna tell boss that 'm a need a couple days off." He watched as the white cream started to build around the base of his dick, making it easy to glide in and out of her.

"Fuck- Toji! you fucking me so good."

"Mhm, that's right, he grunted, his pace picking up, hips slapping against hers. "Say my fuckin' name while I'm deep in this pussy."

"Toji..." she tried to place her hand on his chest, trying to get away from the pleasure surging throughout her body but he wasn't having it.

"Uht uht none of that" he grabbed at her wrists pinning them above her head.

Beads of sweat trickled down his temple as he gave her relentless deep strokes. The bed creaked beneath them, headboard rattling against the wall.

"I'm gonna cum soon, I feel it," Amira whimpered, that dick had her seeing stars. "Oh yeah? You 'gonna cum on this dick?" His hips started to move faster, his rhythm turning erratic.

"Yes! Yes Toji I'm 'finna cum," Amira's voice trembled, as she felt the pleasure coiled tight in her core. A shudder wracked through her, her breath hitched, turning into a strangled moan as waves of ecstasy crashed over her, making her thighs tremble.

Her eyes fluttered, rolling back and her mouth parted in a silent cry before she gasps out, "cumming!" Her walls clenched around him, her body shaking as the intensity of her release stole the air from her lungs.

Toji cursed underneath his breath as his own climax was tearing through him as he buried himself to the hilt, filling her up with his hot, thick ass cum. "Yeah take all this cum, baby. 'M filling you up," his muscles were tensed, his grip on her wrists tightening before he finally let go of them.

He pulled out, watching his cum slowly drip down from out her hole.

A grin tugged at his lips as he leaned in pressing a lazy kiss against her jaw. "Shit, you look so fuckin' good like this, he murmured.

"Think you can go another round, fat booty? 'Cause I got all night."

-kami

[swearphil]

@rwrbsource & @rwrbmovie’s rwrb appreciation month bingo: book to film moment (for @maxbegone)

He snaps a shot of Cornbread and presses send, flinching when the bird flaps at him threateningly. ... "Alex?" Henry's voice sounds scratchy and bewildered across the line. "Have you really rung me at three o'clock in the morning to make me listen to a turkey?" (Chapter 4)

[phosphorusab]

My theory is that the influence of Remmick’s hivemind is being a certain proximity near him. Which is why he doesn’t send Bo into town to fetch Lisa, because Bo would have came to his senses if he was allowed to leave. He could have also sent half of his vampiric followers to jump the Klan and half to loiter outside the Juke Joint, but he didn’t.

I think that’s also why Joan and Burt were practically attached to his hip before he started turning other people. They also have No Personality. The other vampires under Remmick’s control - Mary, Stack, Bo and Cornbread - still have their personalities and attitudes that they had before, even if they are being influenced by Remmick. But Joan and Burt are completely lobotomized. The only time they really speak (singing not counted) is to repeat or reinforce something Remmick said. I’m Not Convinced of their militant antiracist conversion, like Remmick would have the audience believe, I think they only act that way because Remmick refuses to let them leave his sight.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"I'M A VAMPIRE, LOVE"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH REMMICK

I hope you like it! 🖤😊

The image is from @scrprints dash (thanks again for letting me use it) 😊

They'd warned you not to leave.

They'd tried to keep you inside the place where the party was being held, but no one could stop you.

The need made your heart beat faster than usual and your breathing erratic.

You needed to know who was playing that beautiful melody.

You needed to find out where the music was coming from.

The night was dark, one of the darkest you can remember.

So dark that not even the stars had dared to come out.

You walked for what seemed like hours until you reached the wheat field a few meters away from the house.

The music kept playing, and you kept walking.

Your feet hurt from doing so, and you had no intention of stopping.

For a moment, you thought you'd been cursed, that the priest was right, that the devil was looking for you, and that when he found you, he'd keep you by his side forever.

You thought that if it was the devil playing that melody, you wouldn't mind if he took you.

Then the music stopped.

The stillness of the night enveloped you, and you felt the air swirl around you, sending your hair whipping around in all directions.

You closed your eyes to protect them from the gale, and when it stopped and you opened them, a man stood before you, his only companion a banjo.

"I've been waiting for you," he whispered, patting the empty spot next to him on the log he was sitting on. "Sit down."

Without knowing exactly why, you obeyed him.

You had never seen that man before, and you thought that if you had, you would remember him.

He had an unusual, ethereal beauty, like a Caravaggio painting.

You didn't know what he was, but there was something about him that made you keep looking at him.

"Are you the devil?" –you asked bluntly, making him laugh-

“No, darling, I’m something better,” he smiled. “I’m the next step in human evolution.” He paused, looking at you closely. “You came here attracted by my melody,” he said; it wasn’t a question. “Tell me, do you think the devil could be capable of playing something so beautiful?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know him,” you murmured. “And I hope I never get to meet him.”

“You’re very funny,” he observed. “The last person I laughed with is dead,” he commented. “I didn’t kill her, of course.”

“What was her name?” "Tabarin," he responded quickly. "I'm surprised I remember. It's been a long time since I met him."

"But that… isn't possible," you murmured, your eyes widening. "Tabarin was born in 1584 and died in 1663. It can't be that you…" The man's smile grew wider as you realized what was happening. "Who are you? What are you?"

"I'm a vampire, love," he said, showing you his fangs. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, I swear," he said, making a cross over his heart. "I just want you to convince your friends to let us into the party," he requested. "We just want to play a little, you know, share our talent with them. Wouldn't that be wonderful?" He added, smiling.

"Wait, you said US," you murmured, turning to look around. "Are there more like you?"

"We're as numerous as daisies and roses, and as strange as an oasis in the middle of the desert," he said. "Don't worry, none of them are going to hurt you. I give you my word. We just want you to do us this favor. Can you do it?"

"Yes," you murmured, feeling fear begin to overwhelm you. "Just p-please, don't hurt n-anyone," you stammered. "You'll play, and then you'll leave."

"Of course," he nodded. "I've given you my word."

"Your word is worthless until you've kept it."

"Go and do what I asked you to," he ordered. "Don't make me break it before my time."

You walked back toward the house, and somehow, it had taken you less time to get back than it had taken you to get there.

You frowned and knocked softly on the door.

Smoke and Stack opened the door, both surrounded by Annie, Cornbread, little Sammie, and Mary.

"Hello again…"

You didn't have time to finish your greeting when you felt something hit you in the face. Something Annie had thrown.

"Oh, fuck! What the fuck was that?" you cursed, bringing your hand to your eye.

"Take it," Annie ordered, pointing to a piece of what looked like food on the floor. "Now."

"Okay, I'll get it," you said, bending down to do so. "What's all this about? Is this a joke or something?" You looked at the piece in your hand. "Is it garlic?" you asked. "What the fuck…?"

"Bite it," Annie said, making you laugh.

"Bite it?" you muttered. "Do you have any idea how bad raw garlic is?"

"We need to make sure you're not one of them," Cornbread chimed in. "Please do, Y/N."

"Okay, I'll take a bite of that damn garlic," you agreed, popping it in your mouth.

You chewed and swallowed as everyone stared, especially Annie's. Seeing that it hadn't affected you, she stepped aside.

"Come in," she invited.

She closed the door behind you, and the twins looked at you firmly.

"Where have you been?"

"A man asked me to convince you to let him go." "Enter," you explained, "he didn't say it was a man, but a…"

"Vampire," Annie finished, you nodded, "we have to stay in here until the sun comes up," she explained, "it's going to be a very long night."

[banditmerciless]

Ngl,the very clear disdain for Mary & praise for Remmick is baffling me 😂😂

Like,she was the 1st victim at the juke! I didn’t take her volunteering to go talk to Remmick &co. as her trying to be a white savior because: in that time period & context of the story,she’s not white🤷🏽‍♀️.

Stack confided in her that they weren’t making any money & she loves him and the people in that juke. Cornbread embraced her the minute he realized that it was ‘Lil Mary’ he was talking to & Annie immediately came to her defense when Remmick tried to get cute by questioning why she was allowed in. Her convincing Stack to let her go see if they had actual money was her way of going “You want me to pass? Well,at least let me do some good with it.” She didn’t actually wanna be around Remmick,she was at the door with Annie looking at him like he had three heads when they were singing Pick Poor Robin Clean!

There’s a turn of phrase about “sending someone to get the land”, which stems from people who could pass interacting with white people to help not themselves but their families who couldn’t acquire some sort of wealth and the like.

There was no real cordiality between white people & those who were seen as Black in that time. It didn’t matter if they actually had money,it was about keeping people “in their place”. All respect was reserved for other white people. So you send someone that can infiltrate. She was trying to secure the land(real money) to be useful to the community she grew up in.

[inanshalla]

now why remmick send joan to look at cornbread’s big willy before she ate him???????? THAT IRISH MF IS A FREAKY ASS FROG

[grandpizzaponypie]

Stack actively keeping tabs and checking which Record Shop was selling Sammies works, making sure to get to there just before closing as the sun going down so he can get a first addition.

Stack sending someone out to get a signed copy of onna Sammie’s albums for his collection.

Sammy’s worst critics disappearing without a trace after Stack and Marry been to town.

Stack and Marry going back and buried all em when the night came the next day.

The land legally belonging to Stack, only thing there to this day being the graves of his loved ones, just an empty plot with beautiful flowers and a few strangely always kept graves.

they def also looked after lil Lisa too

I don’t care for this agenda that Grace didn’t care for them either, she did but knew her limits. The way she spoke with the twins was like an annoyed sister who ain’t see her trouble making brothers in a real long time.

Cornbreads wife and child ?

I know I know I know ppl hate sequels/ beating a dead horse but omfg I would love an expansion on this universe.

THEY HAD REFLECTIVE EYES LIKE ANIMALS AND FOR ONCE REACTED TO GARLIC

the existence of vampire hunting choctaw ppl is so inspired like hello

How long has this Remmick vs Choctaw beef been going on. How long has Remmick been in the delta???

Also Remmick is old asl, hes shown to be calculating when he wants to, which ment for those centuries he wasn’t fucking around turning everyone he met, Sammie ability’s triggered something in him.

In the beginning of the movie they talk about all sorts of ppl form different cultures who were like Sammie, and I’ve seen the idea floating around that Remmick was one of them when he was human.

And I think prolly feeling someone truly like him after CENTURIES put him on the deep end, changing and killing anyone to get to Sammy.

In all those decades he never met no one like him, (them ?)

WITCHES !!!!!!!! Annie definitely wasn’t a witch I believe there is a proper term for what she was and I won’t speak on sum I’m not well informed on but we know from her Hoodoo practices that people could actually do “magic” in that universe

VAMPIRES FLYING, but then again I seen ppl connecting it specifically back to Remmick and his culture

What are the different classifications of vampires in the sinners universe, there is clearly a hierarchy, and physically differences for vampires. Although we mostly jsut see different eye colors, Remmicks elongated nails and fair greater amount of sharp teeth hints at more

Hive mind vampires ???!!?!?!!?!?

Also the vampires bite mirroring a werewolf one, turn no matter what ?!?!?!

Which also goes into the conversation of what does feeding look like if that’s not the goal

I think sinners shows us a lot,

A) original black story’s are important and do bring people in

B) we’re truly in a supernatural media revival and I’m so so here for it

C) PPL OF COLOR IN SUPERNATURAL AND HOROR

D) its not hard to properly show a darkskin black women as a MAIN love interest

C) “Cinematic universe” aren’t bad, just don’t go the lazy way out.

[ohokaythtsu-blog]

Saw this movie twice, and I felt like I wanted a story with him but make it what his true nature was, and this is the start of that. So, leave some suggestions. Also, the spelling errors are on purpose for the accent. Also, this isn't a fun fanfic this is something dark like the movie, something I actually dreamed about. :)

TITLE: “PALE MOON”

REMMICK x Reader (Black Female Reader)

Release: May 10TH, 2025

PSA : I am a black woman, so if you read any offensive language in here. A) I can say it and B) this the 1930’s in MISSISSIPPI, I am more than sure this was how it sounded.

WARNINGS: Sexual content (Not what you think it is, or rather who you think it is), Cursing, Blood, Biting, angst, death, mention of racists subjects, KKK mention

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The music pulled through the wooden walls of this ol barn, black bodies swayed and sweated through the floor as we danced, sung, and laughed the night away. I stood over by the door looking down at my drink, swirling around my glass cup, filled with corn liquor. See I wun’t like my brothas, Stack and Smock. Sure money made me smile but I wanted to move my body and dance, but them two, they wouldn’t dare let they baby Sistah sway ha body on the floor where any man could touch and grab me. I wusn’t no damn baby no mo. But let them tell it, I was still baby sis, the one those two left with Mary while they took they asses to Chicago. I had a lot on my mind that night and all I wanted was to shake my body at this new Juke they opened. It was a celebration that my brothas was home, and for me and Mary to grieve her motha’s passing, god rest her soul. But something eerie and exciting about tonight had me on my 4th cup of corn liqa.

“Sis get yo ass over here!”, Mary shouted as she danced with Stack. I huff and saunter over, I was wearing a soft purple silk dress, and my momma’s purls. “What ya’ll wont, finally letting me dance with somebody tonight Stack?” Mary chuckled and Stack looked at me like I stole his money. “Sis it would be a cold day in hell before I let you do that…nah actually I need you to work yo magic”. I looked at Stake wit a scowl. “Boy the hell you need me to do na? It bet not be about them white folk that stopped at the door earlier”, I look between Stack and Mary. “Ya’ll aint serious is ya…Why yo ass and send Mary? What if they Klan?”. Stack looked at me then Mary, “Know what ya’ll can both go, Sis only reason I said you because you a swindler at heart like ya big brothas and judging by the eyes on that white man…whatever he said his name was, he was eyeing yah. Bet you can get bank out him, and Mary yo ass better watch my sista”. Me and Mary looked at him, Mary wanted to help but I did not in the slightest. “Oh, so I can’t shake my body in here or you’d cut one of these n**gas hands off, but you’d make me go talk to a white man? You a cold man Stack”, I said before taken his gun from him and Mary took a switch blade. I put the gun on my garter and walked towards the door. Cornbread was sitting there as I walked past him with Mary behind me. “Where ya’ll narrow ass’s goin?”, Cornbread yelled. I looked back with a mean attitude, “Cornbread mind yo damn business I ain’t lil no mo. You don’t need to be minding my business”.

I sway away and walk towards the three-white people on the bench far outside. They were…singing? I listen closely but something eerie about their singing made me feel uneasy, especially the man with the overalls and gold chain, his eyes in mine as he strummed his banjo. It was almost Hypnotic. Sum ain't right...

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EDIT: PART 1 out now