#smoke and stack

[nikredd]

Papa's here. - Smoke Moore

We was free. - Stack Moore

Sinners 2025 Movie

[decayingearf]

✗ warnings: 18+, mdni, pinv, threesome (mmf), oral (f!receiving- m!receiving), slight use of n-word (blk reader only! ), overstimulation, teasing!kink, mock praise, cocky!twins, mentions of infidelity, rope bunny!kink, munch!twins, rough sex implied.

you really weren’t supposed to go home with anyone.

but your quote “smart ass mouth” got you in trouble yet again. “i got a boyfriend” “then why yo nails not done” the quieter one asked. (you know whattt)

“i didn’t want my nails done” you told shrugging causing them both to exchange an look “well lemme pay to have ‘em done” stack spoke with a smirk as twin kissed your hand.

you shook your head “nah, thank you though”, the eldest one sighed “well how ‘bout you come back with us then?” to which his brother nodded “did y’all not hear me say i got a nigga?”.

“we heard you mama—we just don’t give a damn” they both laughed.

“trust me, that nigga ain’ even got your nails done. what he won’t do we will” told stack as smoke nodded in agreement “for somebody else, y’all not fixin’ to try and take me from my nigga, no” you shook your head again looking between them both.

“ain’ nobody tryin’ to do shit, we done already took you from that nigga” “no you didn’t i-“ smoke chimed in “you still entertainin’ us” you scoffed “im bein’ nice, talkin’ to y’all” which was a huge lie.

“ain’t nobody flirting with y’all thirsty asses, y’all ain’t even my type” another lie.

you didn’t have to be a genius to notice that you wounded their egos. you just had to feel the way they were currently fucking you.

the eldest was between your legs eating you like it was his last meal while his brother face-fucked you. he’d shudder and pull out of your mouth trying his hardest to not come. “i thought you said we ain’ yo type?” he asked between kisses. “hmphm” you huffed pressing stack’s lips against yours and reaching down to push smoke’s away from your dripping cunt.

“stack” he nodded over toward the pile of clothes on the marble floor of his house. stack returned with a leather belt, grabbing both your hands in one of his and tying the belt around your wrist. “don’t interrupt me while im eatin’— yeah?” you felt a pang of nervous anticipation and excitement, you’d never been tied up before.

shortly after; smoke’s wandering tongue found it’s way to your gushy pussy again. you’d squirm and buck your hips trying to push him away “im finna come, wait” you’d tell which only caused him to tag stack in.

stack propped you up on all fours with your hands still tied. smoke was now the one face-fucking you while stack pounded into you. quick, rough, remorseless.

“say please mama..” stack started “say ‘can i please come daddy’?” it was his way of taunting you. you couldn’t talk with smoke’s dick down your throat. when you tried? — elijah’s hips bucked wildly as he shot his load in your mouth. stack finally finished with one last thrust and groan.

you were finished ages ago, they just wanted to “be sure”.

[rosemaryentombed]

when a 1500 yr old irish vampire asks for your 20 yr old cousin’s hand in marriage so he can make more vampires using your cousin’s music

[livingfandomly]

The immediacy with which you know which twin is on the screen is CRAZY!! Michael’s acting is so nuanced that you can tell the difference between Smoke and Stack simply by the way their eyes glint…

[anniensmoke3]

Screaming and shouting, Happy birthday to the most beautiful Wunmi! 🥳🧁🎉🎊🎂🎈🪅🤎

[iam-whoyouwantmetobe]

Back where you belong

Synopsis - Solána makes her way from Georgia to New York, leaving her trauma behind to start a new life. She’s set her heart on singing and boy can she sing. As Solána navigates her new life and a new job at a burlesque club, her past threatens to unravel right before her very eyes when the twins she fought the hardest to forget, pop up again after 7 long years.

Main Characters - Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore, Elias ‘Stack’ Moore, Solána Âme Knowles

Warnings - SMUT, Tension, Dom Stack, Dom Smoke, Sub OC, Angst, Fluff, Cursing, Violence, Jealousy, Slow burn, Brat, Poly

MINORS DNI

Part 3

-

The twins learned very quickly that Solána was a magnet for attention. Everywhere she went, people followed.

They hated that.

Smoke and Stack were extremely possessive of her. She couldn’t go anywhere without them being right behind her like guard dogs and as much as she tried to act like she hated it, she always felt safer when they were around.

“Ya’ll can’t keep fighting every boy that try to talk to me.” Solána sat on the floor in her baby pink bathroom with alcohol in one hand and a small towel in the other. This was the third time two weeks that the twins fought random little school boys for trying to flirt with her.

“Yes we can and we will.” Stack answered with a shrug as he watched Solána carefully try to clean his knuckles.

“Ya’ll gon get yourselfs’ locked up.” Solána bandaged his hand and placed a small kiss on it before moving on to Smoke. He was quiet as usual, eyes locked on her.

Once she was done, the boys cleaned up and put everything away. They followed her back to the room, lying on each side of her, before wrapping their arms around her body and going to sleep.

Sol got used the boys being around, she kept them well fed and busy. Forced them to do their homework and even took them to get their haircuts. Her neighbors gave her weird looks and strangers whispered behind her back but she didn’t care. All she cared for was the happiness and well being of her daughter and the boys.

Unfortunately it wasn’t long till the twins started hanging out with the local gang kids. They started selling drugs and stealing from anyone they could find. Solána figured it out first, caught them in the middle of a ‘sale’. The disappointment turned her around and walked her home as they followed closely behind in complete silence. Smoke didn’t say anything. He never did. Stack couldn’t figure out a snarky comment to say and the grin he always wore played hide and seek.

Once inside the house, she ignored the blatant elephant in the room and just tugged the boys close to her body. Solána knew that there wasn’t much she could do or say to convince them to choose a better path to walk on. Life had been cruel and unfair to them since babies and the hurt they carried couldn’t be solved with kisses or I love you’s. But she tried, and kept trying and trying up until they disappeared.

-

Solána walked into Âme with her head in the clouds. For the past few weeks she’s been ignoring the twins every attempt at speaking to her. They did everything they could. Every night she’d walk into the dressing room to find flowers at her vanity. When it was time to go home, they’d have a driver drop her off and someone pick her up the next day. Any concerns she addressed with Annie in terms of needing new costumes for her and the girls, would be immediately fixed as the boys would spend hundreds of dollars on new garments. They’d even buy her the latest microphones and have the piano tuned and polished for her every night.

Still Solána ignored them and the twins walked around looking like somebody killed their dog. Their moods were sour and everyone around them always got it the worst.

Tonight was gentlemen’s night, which meant that after their numbers, the ladies would be walking around the club to entertain the men. Solána had just came off the stage, dark blue bodysuit encrusted in diamonds covering her body. She walked right past Stack as she headed to the dressing room to change. His scent hit her nose briefly and she had to bite her lip to keep herself calm and in control.

Caramel stomped around the room looking for her shoes when Solána walked in. “Everything okay?”

“No. Not at all. I’m gon kill Smoke if that man step to me again.” She threw her body on the bench in the middle room and started strapping on her heels.

“What happened?” Solána sits down as she starts styling her hair into an updo.

“He gon yell at me cause I was 20 minutes late today. That man never yelled at me before. I don’t know what you done did to them but please fix it. God I can’t deal with sassy men.” She groans as she stands up, looking at herself in the mirror one last time before heading to the door. “See you out there, boo.”

Solána giggled and shook her head. She grabbed the green dress and snake print boots that Pearline had set out for her before starting to get dressed. Her mind was back on … them. She had spent so much time missing them, wishing to be in their presence again and now. Now she was just angry. How could they just pop up in her life again after so long?

It wasn’t fair.

But her body, her soul, her everything called out to them. The way their eyes drank her in her every night. She couldn’t help but remember the times they would watch her shake under them over and over again. They loved to watch her fall apart, to loose her sanity as they continued to drive into her until she was drained. Not an ounce of energy to even blink.

Shivers ran down her spine as she thought about the way they would talk to her.

“Good girl.”

“You taking us so well.”

“Look how pretty you look with my dick in your mouth.”

A loud groan echoes the room as Solána fixes her makeup. She was frustrated beyond belief, hadn’t been touched by a man in years.

Solána attempted to date after the twins left. Attempted. But anybody she met just wasn’t them. Nobody could ever understand her body in the ways that they did, often leaving her unsatisfied. She hated that they ruined her that way.

With a shaky sigh, Solána adds some perfume to her wrist, ankles and back of her ears before standing up and walking out to the main area.

-

The lights were low and dim, the jazz band played sultry music that made men feral and the women aroused. The air was thick with laughter, liquor and passion. Private rooms were filled with moans and the dance floor burned hot from the sins being committed.

The girls were already making their rounds, some were on the second floor making out with potential lovers, others dancing and most giggling and flirting with customers. Solána walked to the bar to grab a drink, needing the liquid courage to continue on with her night. As she stepped onto the floor, she immediately felt them. Their eyes were burning holes at the side of her face. She ignored them, like she’d been doing for the past few weeks but the way her nipples pebbled under her dress and her body shivered despite the heat in the atmosphere, didn’t go unnoticed by the twins. They knew she felt them looking and that the facade she was trying so hard to keep up, was slowly crumbling.

Regardless, Solána walked with her head high, drink in hand, already feeling the effects of the strong liquor. She went from table to table, smiling wide, touching gently, softly giggling and drinking like there wasn’t a tomorrow to drink for.

“Hey gorgeous, you gon come sit with me for a while?” Solána turned her head to see a scrawny looking man dressed in a suit that was a little too big for his body. She had seen him way too many times before, he always came early so that he could sit in the front. In a half drunken state, she walked up to the man. He stood up as she approached, slightly towering over her. “Well, what’s your name?”

“James. And you’re Georgia, right?”

“Sure am.”

“Is that your real name?” He smirked as he took a swig of his cup.

“Why you asking? You like it?” James stepped closer to Solána, trapping her between him and the table behind her.

“I do. I think it’s sexy, just like you.” She suddenly felt uncomfortable, his breath hot against her face and his body too close for comfort.

“Well- Thank you. I um, I have to go now.” Solána tried wiggling her body away from his but froze when his arms wrapped around her waist. His hands trailed lower and he squeezed her ass before letting them rest there.

“Come on baby, stay a lit-” A loud gasp escaped her lips as James is suddenly ripped away from her and slammed onto the table. Her eyes follow Smoke who wore his anger on his sleeve and Stack’s was loud and proud on his face.

“What the fuck is going on?!” James yelled loudly as Smoke held him down. Stack leaned down to his face, a smirk appearing on his thick lips. “You ever heard of the SmokeStack twins, nigga?”

At this point the jazz band had stopped playing and all eyes were on them. Solána looked around in embarrassment, suddenly sobering up as she watched the scene unfolding before her.

“N-no.”

“Well it’s a pleasure to formally meet you. I hope we not making a bad first impression.” Stack lightly slaps his face. “Unfortunately for you, my brother and I been in a real shit mood lately and your fucking sticky fingers was the icing on the cake.” He slaps James again, harder this time. “Seems like luck ain’t on your side today buddy.” Stack takes the cigar he’d been holding and presses it against James forehead before nodding to Smoke. The man screamed and howled as the older brother grabbed James and dragged him out the club.

“Well… The fuck y’all looking at? Continue on with y’all night.” Stack signaled to the jazz band to continue playing before turning his attention back to Solána who looked at him with nothing but shock in her eyes. “You. Come on.” He grabbed her the arm and pulled her towards his office that sat on the second floor of the club. Once inside, he pulled out a chair for her to sit on before grabbing one for himself.

“I don’t wanna sit.”

“Sit, Solána.”

“No. Why am I here?”

“Sit.” His voice was sharp, jaw clenching so tight it looked like he might break it. Solána sighed dramatically before sitting down on the chair that was placed opposite of his.

For a second too long, nobody spoke. The silence seeped through their skin and bones, nestling itself deep. She couldn’t meet his eyes, wouldn’t dare look at one of the men that could shatter her with just one look. Stack wasn’t having that though, he reached forward and gently gripped her jaw. Their eyes meet and Solána could see the storm that’s been raging through him. “Why am I here Stack?”

“Just wanna talk to you. Please.”

“No.”

“Solá-”

“No. I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.” Just as she stands up, Smoke enters the room, dark brown orbs traveling up and down her body before he closed the door and locked it. Bloodied knuckles briefly catching her attention.

“Unlock the door Smoke, I’m leaving.” He stepped closer, standing next to Stack who was still sitting down.

“No you ain’t” Solána’s eyes go back and forth between the two, realizing she wasn’t going to win this one, she sits back down with a groan and pout of her lip. Smoke watched her, wanting nothing more than to just touch her, feel her, love on her. Show her just how much he truly missed her.

“Now, are you gon finally hear us out?” Stack raised his eyebrow at her.

“Do I have a choice?”

“You always got a choice when it comes to us Solána. You know that.” She turned her head to look back at Stack. He was serious, the most serious she’s ever seen him.

Since they were kids, the boys always made sure to remind Solána that if they were ever too overwhelming, she could leave. They always wanted to keep her happy and if her deciding that she couldn’t be with them made her happy, then that’s just something they were going to have to live with.

“Say what you gotta say.” She mumbled, eyes lowering down to her fingers that played with the material of her dress.

“Please believe us when we say that we ain’t never meant to leave you or to hurt you.” Elias removes his hat, placing it on his lap as he kept his gaze locked on Solána. “Our father he- he was drunk that night. Probably high too, I don’t know.” He shifts his body and Smoke notices, ready to speak for him but Stack continued before he got the chance. “He was mad for no reason, screaming and yelling. I got tired of hearin that shit and I told him to shut up.”

He pauses.

“Nigga ain’t like that and so he started beatin on me. Hard. Like I wasn’t his kid. Smoke-Smoke uh. He started hitting him, grabbed a bat and swung it at his head.”

Solána felt like she couldn’t breathe, her hands tightened around her dress as she listened.

“His body dropped to the floor… There was blood everywhere.” Stack cleared his throat, looking up at his brother before turning his attention back on Solána. “The way we saw it. It could go one of two ways. Either he was dead and we was gon let locked up or he was alive and he was gon kill us… So we did the only thing we knew how to do… We ran.”

Their eyes meet again, Solána let a tear slip as she watched Elias. “ Why couldn’t you have just came to me? Told me what was going on? I could’ve he-”

“Nah.” Smoke’s voice vibrated through the room. “That’s what we was tryna avoid. We knew if we ran to you, you and ya mama would’ve gotten mixed up in our mess and after everything ya’ll done for us. We ain’t wanna bring that burden onto ya’ll”

“Ya’ll were never burdens. Not to me or my mama. We would’ve did anything to help.”

“And that’s exactly what we didn’t want. You had dreams Solána. Big dreams. You wanna be a star. You wasn’t gon get there with us around.” Solána shook her head in disbelief.

“How could you say that?”

Stack reached out and grabbed her hand, rubbing circles on her knuckles. “It’s the truth baby. After we left… We wanted to write to you. Tell you we were okay and explain what happened but we knew you would’ve tried to find us, try to convince us to go back home and we just couldn’t do that.”

“The men we turned into… wasn’t the boys you fell in love with. We couldn’t bring you into that world, God forbid you got hurt.”

“We’d burn the whole world down if you did.” Smoke spoke as he walked closer to Solána. He placed his hand on her jaw, moving his thumb up and down as if he was trying to soothe her.

“We couldn’t stay mama. As bad as we wanted to. Our father, he would’ve found any way to get to us. Them guns in his house wasn’t just for decoration.” Solána looked up at Smoke as more tears gathered in her eyes. The feeling of both of them touching her felt surreal but the feeling in her heart just wouldn’t go away. It was as if the love she felt had disguised itself as hurt and now she couldn’t find a way to reverse what it’d done.

“You… you don’t know what I’ve been through since…” She took a deep shaky breath. “I lost you and then … Then I lost my momma and I was so alone.” Solána stood up as she backed away from the twins, suddenly feeling suffocated. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “When you two left, I kept questioning myself. Maybe I wasn’t worth it, maybe I wasn’t pretty enough, maybe I just wasn’t enough.”

Stack stood up, furrowed eyebrows and jaw clenching. “Solán-”

“Could you blame me? I didn’t even get a goodbye note… Didn’t even come to my mommas funeral. I had to bury her all alone, surrounded by a bunch of people who only knew her by face and not who she really was.” A sob ricochets loudly throughout the room and Solána covers her mouth to mask the pain that was itching to pour out. “You left me all by myself. You all did.” She crouches down and buries her head onto her knees as she cried. Releasing all the emotions she’s been keeping in for years.

She felt the both of them sit down on either side of her. Smoke gently picks her up, placing her on his lap while her legs landed on Stack. He gently removed her boots and rubbed her legs and feet as Smoke placed her head on his shoulder, rubbing her back and kissing her forehead.

“We’re sorry Solána. I know that don’t fix nun. I know it don’t turn back time either but we’re so fucking sorry.” Smokes deep voice soothed Solánas ears as the tears continued to flow.

“We love you. Never stopped loving you and we just want a chance to make this right… Solána we changed our whole game plan for you. The goal was always to come home to you but we decided that when we came back, we’d do it right. Find a way out that business and have something to show for it.” Stack pressed a kiss to her knee. “You wanted to sing right? So we opened this club just for you.”

Solána slightly scoffs.

“What, you don’t believe us? It ain’t our name that’s on that door, is it?”

In the midst of all the excitement and chaos, Solána hadn’t even noticed that the clubs name was her middle name. Âme. The French word for soul. As much as she tried to pride herself as being smart, this didn’t click for her and maybe it was because she didn’t think they’d do something like this for her.

“You opened this for me?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, looking at Stack like if he held half of her heart in his hands.

“Of course. A couple of years into being gone, we realized how miserable we was without you. We wanted to come home but we wanted to make sure we came home the right way. We stacked our money, lots of it, killed any and everybody who threatened our way out and then moved here. You always said you wanted to sing in New York so we built this for you. You just came to us before we got the chance to get you.”

Solána didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t speak even if she wanted to. Her emotions were everywhere, so much so she wasn’t sure if she could even form a sentence. So she just laid there, eyes closed, breathing steady. For once she had felt at peace but she knew they were far from it.

Smoke continued to rub her back, lips pressing to her head every few seconds. Stack rubbed her legs and feet, eyes staring straight at her. She felt how deeply their love ran as their hands attempted to mend her broken heart with such intimacy she hadn’t felt from them in 7 years.

“I - I need some time to think.. Okay?” The twins nodded and helped her stand up. Before leaving, Solána grabbed Smoke’s hand. Stack went and grabbed the emergency kit without needing to be told, a routine he remembered all too well.

She carefully tended to the wounds, wrapping them in gauze before hesitantly pressing a kiss on them. He watched the whole time, barely blinking or breathing. Solána turned to Stack and pressed a kiss on his cheek before turning around and leaving.

-

Solána didn’t open the door to her apartment when Gladys came to bring her food, didn’t open it when Yolanda came knocking and certainly not when the ladies from the club yelled out for her.

But when Annie refused to leave, Solána had no choice.

“Talk to me.” Was all she had to say before Solána broke down.

“I still love them Annie. I’m in love with them. I-I feel like I’m in chains, like I’ve been in them for the past 7 years and I haven’t been freed.” Annie held her as she sobbed. “I tried to act like I hated them but truth is … I’m so in love with them. I can’t breathe when they’re near me. I can’t function properly. I feel … I don’t know. Like I’m bounded by them.”

“Sweetie. It’s okay. You know that right? It’s okay. You’ve been angry long enough. Maybe it’s time to let yourself love them. Let them make it right.”

Solána sighed and wiped her tears. “Yeah?”

“Yes Solána. If that’s what you want… or you can tell them to leave you alone. To walk away.”

Her eyes shifted to the song book that sat at edge of her bed before meeting Annies eyes. “Can I change my song for tonight?”

-

The curtains rose and the lights shined on Solána who wore a deep red silk dress that had an open back. Her hair was up and curly, and a dark blue rose sat next to her ear. The diamonds she wore on her neck and ears shined bright enough to blind anyone who looked too closely.

She was nervous, for the first time ever. Her legs shook a bit as she walked to the piano and sat down.

She could feel them, she always did.

With a deep breath Solána played the first few notes of the song. Smoke and Stack straightened up as they recognized the song immediately.

"It don't got no lyrics yet but hopefully when I feel it, it'll come to me."

They stood up as Solána stopped playing for just a second . She turned her head to meet their eyes before looking down at her fingers that had started playing the song again.

“Sweet love, sweet love, trapped in your love

I've opened up, unsure I can trust

My heart and I were buried in dust

Free me, free us”

Her voice carried throughout the club and people stopped drinking, stopped talking, even stopped blinking.

“I found a man I can trust

And boy, I believe in us

I am terrified to love for the first time

Can't you see that I'm bound in chains?

I've finally found my way

I am bound to you

I am bound to you”

The twins felt their hearts stutter, their body freeze and their minds go blank. Annie watched them with a small smile on her face. The ladies were teary eyed and clutching their chests as if the song was written for them. Pearline couldn’t help but wrap her arms around Annie, placing a kiss to her lips and whispering “I love you”

“So much, so young, I've faced on my own

Walls I built up became my home

I'm strong, and I'm sure there's a fire in us

Sweet love, so pure

I catch my breath with just one beating heart

And I brace myself, please don't tear this apart”

Solánas tears slid down her face as if she gave them permission. She sang through it all, the hurt, the ache, the loneliness, the passion. She poured her entire being onto that stage in hopes to make room for someone new, someone ready to love and to be loved.

“Suddenly the moment's here

I embrace my fears

All that I have been carrying all these years

Do I risk it all? Come this far just to fall?

Fall”

And when the curtains closed, the people were long gone, the lights turned off and the cups emptied. Solána found herself in their office, leaning into Smoke as he closed the gap between them, pressing their lips together. She couldn’t help but let out a small moan as the kiss almost took her breath away. It was sensual and intense. He wrapped his arms around her waist, her hands automatically going around his neck, as they’ve so many times before.

She pulled back and looked at Stack before walking to him, not wasting another second as their lips quickly meet. He groaned into her mouth as his hands softly cradled her face. She felt everything he’d been trying to put into words and it caused her body to shiver.

Solána took a small step back, looking at them as if they’d disappear any second. “Baby steps, okay?”

They nodded and for the first time in a long time, the boys felt at home.

-

Tag list - @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @daniiwrites

[evild3ad]

[ptolemaeasdaughter]

Smoke and Annie my loves 🥹

Everytime I think about how Annie and Smoke should’ve been grandparents it makes me sad.

Like Smoke definitely would’ve been that grouchy  grandpa that loves his wife.

Nobody can sit in his chair. (except Annie)

Definitely loves to tell stories for when him and Annie were teenagers!

Doesn’t tell them about the things him and Stack did until the kids are teenagers.

Brings up the first time Annie pulled a knife on him.

“Stop telling my grandbabies I pulled a knife on you ya fool.”

“I’m only telling them what’s true woman.”

He is a old fashioned grandpa so he definitely pops his grandkids(not in a abusive way like his father did. More of a small love tap) and kids if the talk out they neck to him or Annie especially (if she ain’t do it first💀)

He don’t care how old you are don’t be disrespectful especially not towards his wife

Annie would’ve been that grandma that makes you take shots of things because it helps your immune system. (It really does work)

She definitely would be teaching her daughter and granddaughter about hoodoo since it’s a generational practice.

Annie doesn’t give plastic on the sofa grandma but she definitely has antique knickknacks that nobody allowed to touch.

She loves to read or do some embroidering(my great grandma does)

She’s a sweet grandma but don’t play with her

She will pull out that old ass blade her daddy gave her when she was a kid.

She still sharpens that knife

They definitely still danced together at family get togethers.

They have a record collection in the living room with some of Sammie’s records. Have the type of records that would be collectors items by the 2010s

Don’t wear no damn shoes in they house

Definitely the grandparents that cuss

They sit on the porch together in their matching rocking chairs.

Smoke smoking a pipe while reading and Annie doing her embroidery( she loves to do flower designs)

Annie goes first but Smoke goes a couple weeks later

After those seven years apart he doesn’t like being to far from his wife for long.

[midnightmemoirsofher]

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙮 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨

Elias didn’t notice it right away.

The slow sway of her hips. The fact that her tank was just slightly cropped shorter than normal. The way she reached up for the cereal box with both arms like she didn’t know he was standing right behind her.

“You looking for something?” he asked, voice low.

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch.”

“You know that’s up top for a reason, right?”

She turned around — on purpose. Pressing her chest right into him. Those soft thighs brushing his joggers like a promise.

“Maybe I like making you reach.”

He stared at her. Then at the box. Then back to her mouth.

“You tryna be cute?”

“No,” she whispered, lifting up on her toes. “I’m trying to be mean.”

Her lips ghosted over his. Didn’t kiss him. Just hovered.

Then she dropped back down and walked off.

Elias stood there. Frozen. Jaw set. Her bare thighs bouncing as she walked away. The soft outline of her ass under his old basketball shorts.

He already knew. She was playing her favorite game.

⸻

She’d been doing this shit for an hour.

Walking past him and brushing against his lap. Bending over near him. Climbing into his lap, only to grind and hop up.

The third time she did it — while they were on the couch watching a movie — he grabbed her by the waist and held her there.

“You think this is funny?”

“You look like you’re suffering.”

“You know what I used to do when you pulled this shit?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, kissing the corner of his jaw. “You used to disappear.”

He growled.

“To the bathroom.”

“Where you’d stroke it alone,” she whispered, grinding her hips slower now, deep into his lap, her hand sliding under the hem of his shirt to touch his stomach. “Thinking about me.”

“Still do.”

She laughed — breathy, dirty.

“Then don’t run this time.”

London shifted just enough to straddle him on the couch, kissing him now, but still not giving him enough. Just lips, tongue, little moans — while her hips rolled slow over the thick print of his dick through his sweats.

“Fuck, Love,” he groaned. “Don’t start what you can’t—”

“I’m not stopping.”

She reached between them — slow. Intentional.

Palmed him through the fabric. Tight. Then dragged his waistband down, letting his dick spring out into her waiting hand.

“Goddamn,” she whispered, watching the way he twitched when she licked her palm slow and wrapped it around him. “Been waiting all day.”

Elias’s head dropped back, his breath ragged as she started stroking — firm, wet, spit-covered strokes with just the right twist at the top.

“Fuuuck—”

“You used to run from this,” she teased, licking her lips, not stopping. “Used to have to take care of it by yourself.”

“You tryna make me nut already?” he hissed.

“Mmhmm. In my hand.”

He was close. She could feel it. So she slowed down.

Twisted her grip. Grinded on him just enough to make him twitch. Then stopped completely.

“Don’t you fuckin’ stop,” he growled.

“Say please.”

“London—”

“Say it.”

He opened his eyes — dark, wild.

“Please.”

She spit again — slow, messy — letting it drip onto his tip and trail down her fist.

“Good boy.”

She stroked him faster now, jerking him with both hands, twisting, grinding down just as his mouth dropped open—

“Shit—fuck, I’m—”

“Give it to me, Poppa.”

And he did.

Thick ropes shooting up onto her fingers, her wrist, her chest, her mouth parted as she moaned, watching him twitch and shudder under her like he was unraveling just for her.

She didn’t stop until the last drop hit her palm.

And when he caught his breath — dazed, ruined — she brought her hand up and kissed her fingers.

“Still running?”

He just pulled her down and kissed her so hard she gasped.

“Next time,” he growled, “I’m finishing in more than just your hand.”

[jayktoralldaylong]

I love them general theme of “I want to go home” in Sinners. Cause home means so many different things for so many different people.

It’s in when Bo heads outside because his wife wants to go home and his wife cradles him in her arms as they both die, because she told him they were going home and she would not let him go alone. 🥺😭

It’s in Mary trying to refind her place in the family that raised her but getting kicked out to keep her ‘safe’. She doesn’t want to be safe. She wants to be home.

Home. Home for Sammie is music and not the tight fisted hand that his father uses to rule the house that he used to call home.

Home for the Moore twins is also different, because Stack has always denied himself Mary, and Smoke has lived his entire life trying to protect everyone and everything he holds dear. Finally letting go of the tight reigns when Annie beckons him home.

Home for Annie is her culture, her baby, and her man. 🥺

And there’s the other side characters, like Slim who dies for his home. Not for the segregated life they are living but for the sake of the younger generation to hopefully create a better home.

And Remmick is so far removed from his home, that he doesn’t have a place to return to. So inadvertently burns down and destroys the homes of others because he is reaching for a place to call home.

And the native Americans, 🥹 doing good in the world, saving people from monsters and beasts. Never ever forgetting to heed the call to go home, lest they stray too far into the darkness.

[shetheabsolute]

— Fruit for Thought

(Sinners, 2000s au)

Stack × Original character (Imaan Irie Miller)

Episode 3

The tires crunched over gravel as I eased my truck to a stop in front of Annie’s spot. Her restaurant never felt like a simple restaurant. It felt like home more than anything.

The parking lot was packed, cars angled into every possible space, some half on the curb, others nosed up against flower beds. On the makeshift porch, old people were seated like it was a Sunday afternoon and they had all the time in the world. Annie liked to say if somebody needed a place to sit, she’d find a way to make room. So she did just that—rocking chairs, old foldouts, even had a loveseat for one of the ladies who came down to eat almost everyday.

I hopped out the truck, the warm smell of fried catfish already drifting my way. A couple of the regular porch sitters spotted me before I even closed the door.

“Uh oh, look who blessing us today,” Miss Bernice called out, waving a paper fan in one hand and holding a glass cup in the other. It was filled with something brown over ice, I couldn't tell whether it was sweet tea or liquor.

Knowing Miss Bernice, it was probably both.

“Hey, Miss Bernice,” I said, smiling wide.

“You know you been hiding,” she teased, squinting up at me from under her floppy sunhat. “Don’t make me come to that farm and drag you back down here. We missin' your sweet face.”

“I just been busy, is all. I'll come around more just for you,” I chuckled, walking over to kiss her on the cheek. “Still got yuh tea from last time. You want me to bring you more next week?”

“You know I do,” she said, patting my arm. “And bring yourself too. You don’t even gotta bring me no fruit. Just you.”

My chest warmed and I nodded, still cheesing.

When I stepped inside, the smell of good eating hit me like a childhood memory. A little barefoot girl ran by me with a paper plate, chasing a cousin, I assumed. I could hear somebody auntie butchering Before I Let Go too loud and way too proud.

The lights were dim and golden, with wood-paneled walls and mismatched chairs. A big old emerald couch sat near the front, the kind you sink into and can't get back up from. It definitely saw more generations than necessary. Behind it was a single wide window with the words Annie’s Home painted in cream colored cursive.

Waiters in black aprons moved table to table like family checking on people, making sure everyone was well fed and that drinks were full.

“Miss Imaan! Hiii,” I turned to see a young hostess with micro braids and silver hoops wave me down with a smile.

“Hi, love,” I said warmly.

“You want a table? Got a little spot by the jukebox.”

“Not yet,” I shook my head, “I’m looking for Annie. You seen her?”

She nodded, pointing toward the hallway past the kitchen. “Last I saw she was headin' toward the back talkin' mess about Cornbread n' Slim.”

“Of course she was,” I said, laughing.

I made my way through the crowd, ducking past elbows and plates, until I met the bar and heard the sound of a hand slapping on the wooden counter.

“You know what? You one cheatin' ass nigga,” Cornbread's voice barked.

“Man, how I’m cheatin' when you the one holdin' four damn jokers in your hand? Sum ole bullshiet!”

“You know you slipped a card in your shirt. I seen you scratch your titty and pull a five of clubs out!”

I stepped around the corner and into view, laughing. “Y'all stay hollering over cards?”

They both looked up at the sound of my voice.

“Imaan that you?” Cornbread grinned, sitting back. “Almost forgot how you looked, miss lady.”

“Mm mm mm, lemme tell you sumn.. you know you sweeter than any mango I ever had, right?” Slim added, licking barbecue sauce off his thumb. No doubt in my mind that he was tipsy. “I still got a seat saved for you on my porch.”

I laughed again, just enough to feed into it. “Ain’t nobody tryna sit on that crusty porch of yours, Slim.”

He clutched his chest. “Ouch. You hurtin' me woman, you know my heart old.”

I waved them off with a smile and pushed through the swinging doors into the back.

Ah, there she was. Annie was behind the stove taking out a few sweet potato pies and eyeing them each, more than likely making sure they had cooked properly. She looked up to see me, and her smile bloomed wide.

“Well, look who it is.”

“Hey, pretty woman,” I said, pulling her into a hug that smelled sugary from her perfume.

“I missed your fine self,” she groaned, pulling back just enough to scan me up and down. “You look good. Eating good, I hope?”

“Always,” I grinned. “I brought your half of the shipment. It's in the truck.”

“You always come through.” She brushed a crumb off her shirt then gestured her head to the side. “C'mon.. catch up with me.”

We went and settled near the back of on two stools, just out the way of the other cooks.

“I just came down from Grace an' dem, talked with her for a minute. And, uh, I heard sum bout you.” I started, smirking like a cat.

Annie raised a suspicious brow. “What she say?”

“Well, she said the twins was back in town,” I lingered, crossing my arms. “Then she told me Smoke had came to see you.”

Annie pursed her lips like she’d just bit into a lemon, but her eyes sparkled. “Ooo, she know how to run her damn mouth. I guess I gotta spill it, huh?”

I snorted and held up my hand to stop her from going any further. “Nuh-uh, I already know. Must've been a good night for you.”

She cracked up for a second and I just shook my head in amusement. As many times as she talked bad about that man I knew deep down she missed him, and I'm sure he missed her just as much.

“...You know he had the nerve to ask if I could cook for that joint they finna open?”

I buffered, sitting up straighter. “Woah woah—what? And what chu say?”

She grinned slow. “You know good and well I said yeah. But I cussed him out while I did it, got some money out of him too.”

“Of course your did,” I chuckled and shook my head. Letting out a slow huff of air as reality sunk in. “Damn. So it really is true. They really back.”

“Mhmm, back like ghosts,” Annie murmured, her eyes drifting.

For some reason the air between us got still, not just because of the oven, either. It was thick. Thick with memories neither of us wanted to dwell on.

I sighed, my mind running on thoughts of Stack. Memories I wanted to forget plagued my mind like a virus. We had so many good, sweet times between us and as much as I hated to admit it—he was good company. When he left without saying anything… it hurt me.

Annie was the only person who actually knew me and Stack had tension. Grace obviously suspected it, but she never asked because she knew how to mind hers—which I was always thankful for. She never pried, just offered me a hug when she saw I needed it. Even if she didn’t know why I was hurting.

But Annie? Annie was the only one I actually let myself hurt with.

She was the only person I cried to, talked to about my anger towards Stack. She used to do the same to me about Smoke. They left us both, and it stung like hell. Annie’s pain had more depth than mine, though. Everything that happened with the miscarriage and Smoke skipping town—she carried her weight heavy. And when she needed a shoulder to cry on, I was there.

We sat there, in the back, quiet and in our own heads until I spoke up.

“You took him back that quick, huh?” I asked, partly joking and cautiously prying.

Annie glanced at me and sighed. “Look, it was the moment. I missed him. He missed me. It just happened. Don't mean I'm not still hurt at what he did. I'm healing though, and the past is the past. All I can do is move forward.”

I stayed silent, letting her words sink in. My gaze centered on the floor like it was going to help me feel any better.

Obviously, it didn’t.

I’m sure Annie could see the conflict in me. I could feel her watching over me as if I was glass about to break. She gave me a moment before reaching out to take my hand, lulling me back to the present.

“You wanna talk about it?” she asked me tenderly.

I glanced to her and gently squeezed her hand for support.

“I...” I sighed soft, “I don't even know what I wanna talk about, to be honest. Feel like I shouldn't even be hurt about how he left, but I am. I mean... why do I feel like this, Annie? We wasn't even a thing. Never were.”

Everything silenced.

Annie placed her other hand on top of mine. “You got a right to feel like that. It's normal. Nothing wrong with it. Y’all didn't have to be together for you to feel hurt about him leaving. He was still your friend at the end of the day, and he left without actually giving you a goodbye. It's okay to hurt, girl. You human just like the rest of us.”

I could feel this weight on my chest as her words soaked into my heartstrings. That ache I felt years ago swooning in fast and heavy. My eyes stung, but tears didn’t leave, just pain.

I remembered the way he laughed when I couldn’t stay mad at him. How he always managed to call me when I wasn't having the best day. He used to make a dull day feel like gold just by sitting on my porch with me.

But he only gave me pieces of him like he was generous, like I should have been grateful—and I was. That was the sad part.

“I will tell you this, though,” she spoke up, ending the throbbing silence in the kitchen. “Don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you like this. Ever. That man... he... he ain’t shit, I’mma say it just like that. Stack. Ain’t. Shit. And he know it. Ain’t nothing worse than a man who aware of what he is, ’cause he uses it to his advantage. You your own woman so I won’t tell you how to deal with him if he do come 'round you... ”

I let out a little laugh through her short speech and she smiled along, too.

“...but... I will advise you to gain a stronger mentality. Okay? Don’t let him get in your head, under your skin, and most importantly... don’t let him between your legs.”

“Annie—” I groaned, shaking my head with a playful eye roll. “I'm not weak minded. You know that. And, ain’t chu a lil hypocritical?”

She squeezed my hand tighter, grinning. “I know, I know. But it’s different. Smoke not like Stack. They might be twins but they ain't the same at all. My man is mines. Through and through. Now can you say the same for Stack?”

My smile fell slowly. She had a point. And though I knew she didn’t have any malicious intent behind her words, they still stung—not just because of the question itself, but because we both knew the unfortunate answer.

“Exactly,” she sighed like she was just as tired as me.

Then, she took her hand off mine and lifted it to my face. It was unexpected, but I didn’t mind. I just leaned into it solemnly. I didn't realize how much I craved affection until it came to times like this.

“If seeing two of my own friends experience hell from that man taught me anything, it’s that strong women get lost when it come to Stack. I’m just looking out for my homegirl,” she murmured, her grin weak. “And if you feel angry? Give him hell. Please do. I mean that. I wanna see that man taste his own medicine for once.”

I laughed and playfully swatted her hand away. “You stupid.”

“No. I’m serious. I can't do nothing, but you? You got the opportunity of a lifetime to hurt him too. Use it.” Annie stood up and popped my thigh hard. I hissed and glared at her jokingly.

She pushed through the double doors and I followed behind her, still mulling over her words. The idea danced in the back of my mind.

A taste of his own medicine?

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[faitokie]

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

[remistic]

Smoke and Stack being representative of Italian and Irish mafia is so interesting. Because, if you think about it, Remmick managed to turn Stack - Italian culture - and not Smoke - Irish culture- despite Smoke being exactly what he's after.

Smoke is an outsider who was welcomed into a space that wasn't his own and dresses accordingly. He was treated as one of the people, Remmick's people.

Stack in the other hand was not part of the Irish mafia but Italian. He was an outsider both for him and to remmick, and he turned him and not Smoke because he couldn't.

He couldn't find a way into his own fold even if he went after someone who wasn't part of the spot anyway. So he brings down other people's culture in retaliation.

Smoke represents what Remmick wanted to be, and Remmick represents what Smoke hated to be or see. Smoke basically might have seen all the bad things he could have become if he had chosen to continue the path of being Smoke instead of being Elijah. This is what Annie was also warning him about, what she was protecting him from with the charm.

Maybe Stack following his own ambitions and passions wildly are also what lead him to becoming a creature like Remmick. He stole, he took, and he tore. Yes he did those things to protect and love but those are also Remmick's reasons. Thus, he was turned.

[decayingearf]

okay so yall know how they say the preacher’s kids be the biggest devils? what if i write reader, meeting sammie at church while shes on summer break from college then, she goes back only to find out sammie is a nupe and literally anything other than a good altar boy?

what we think???

[vaultkween]

Vamp STACK 😍

[moshisqueaks]

Guess who saw Sinners and who my favorite duo is? (I drew this in a fever)