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[bleufu1]

JESUS CATCG MEEEUHHH 😛😛

Izuku loves it when you ride him. Seeing your gorgeous body on top of him makes him so needy and excited. How could you tell him to stay calm around you?

"You're getting so big, izu..." you moan as you start moving on top of him. You place your hands on his chest to hold yourself in place.

"It's your fault. You're so beautiful, baby." he murmurs softly and hides his face under his arms.

You remove his arms and smile. He's so cute when he's all blushing and so excited. You lean in and kiss him passionately.

"You're so cute like that, zuku." you smile softly. You feel his cock throb inside you and grow bigger inside you again.

You hear him moan beneath you and murmur praises over you. His hands slide down your waist and follow your movements.

"I want to fill you with my cum, can I, mama?"

How could you say no to him when he begs you so sweetly? You're sure now that he's the love of your life. I can't wait for you to get married soon.

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[bleufu1]

HONEYSUCKLE’S

“You gon’ teach me sum’n?”

“imma teach ya’ more den’ that.”

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SYNOPSIS: The Juke Joint. An’ tension is thick.

not wordless but not full dialogue | sexual tension | p in v | unprotected (stay wrapped kids!!) | mature jokes | sammie flirting | 18+ | smut | oral (f!reciving) | riding |

Everyones sweating. The joint was still hot. Musicians on the stage playin' they hearts away an' everybody still on the dance floor. Been goin on for a good couple hours now. Smiles on everybody's faces, like they been' waitin for the opportunity to wine down and just live.

The musics boomin. Ladies both married and single on the dance floor, whining an' grinding on the men in the room not even caring if they had someone to go home to. Everybody seemed to be having a good time. Nothin’ bad going on — less work for smoke.

Sammie was off at the bar, glass of whiskey in his cup. Annie stood with him, an’ watched as his eyes drifted from his cup an’ back to Sugar from time to time. Eyes lingering longer every time. Annie already knew what he was feeling. She had felt the same way bout’ smoke all those years ago. Back when he was winning her over with compliments an’ flowers.

Made her heart skip seeing him the same way.

Sammie watched her from a distance. Decided it’d be best to give her space an’ let her have fun for the night. Can’t be all up on her an’ she just got back — he had to give it time.

“You staring pretty hard there, Sammie.”

He came out his daze, looking back at Annie seeing the smile on her face. He could tell by the look she was giving him that she done seen him gawking. This ain’t the first time he’d been caught either. Not that long ago he’d been caught by Slim — earning a cackle to the face an’ a mini life lesson on how to get girls in one night.

Sammie damn sure wasn’t listening to his drunk ass.

He smiled back at Annie, eyes scouting out for nosey folk.

“Ain’t no harm in starin’ — i’m just admiring.”

“Admiration shouldn’t look that dark in someone’s eyes. Better stop foe’ your love turn to lust.”

Sammie laughed a bit at her words. Sure — Sammie noticed how her curves enhanced her every move. How her eyes made him crazy an’ how he so badly wanted to feel her. But he ain’t just need her, he wants her. Not just for body but for her. He loved that girl an’ wanted to show it to her, he just ain’t know how.

“Now Annie — ain’t no lusting over here, only love. Promise’ you that.”

Sammie meant what he said too. He loved that girl with everything he had. She was his reason for livin’ an’ why he even keeps pushin’ to begin with.

Annie seen the way he looked at her. She knows she talked bout’ it before but it’s just so surreal. Smoke use to do the same with her when they were younger. He’d always buy her flowers — treat her like a real lady an’ made sure she felt an’ seen the love.

She'd seen this kinda love before, an' it aint no mistake. Sammie loved sugar, member' him sayin' sum'n bout her being sweet as the Honeysuckles when they in full bloom. Said she bout as pretty as magnolia in may.

Sammie watched as Sugar swayed in a corner by herself. Watchin' her. Seen how she lured him in, an' she wasn't even doing anything. Just existing. He'd seen how much she's changed. From her facial features — to her hair. Her body, the way it curves differently now. How tight her dress hugged her waist, how tight it got round' her hips.

God save him.

Sammies mind wandered more. Deeper. Letting his eyes do all the talking for him. He eyed her down, like an animal — quietly and slick. Undressing her with his eyes, he wondered what she'd look like without all the layers in his way.

It's almost as if his body moved on its own. Sammie stood up and walked towards her. He ain't even know what he was gon' say, but he knew what he wanted. He'd been yearnin' for it since she came back. Ain't want her for her body. Not for the lust or the pleasure — partially. But mostly — for her. He wanted his Sugar back by any means necessary, an' he was gon' get er'.

Sammie slide past all the folk on the dance floor. Weaving through everybody crowding the corner. He walked up to Sugar with a smile on his face, sly grin he always wore when he was up to no good.

"What ya' want huh, Preacher?"

Sugar eyed him. She'd seen him basically beggin' from the other side of the joint — his eyes, the way they danced over her figure, how they slowly got darker with intention. Told her everything she needed to know. She knew he wanted her — but she wanted him to ask nicely, at least.

"Nothin' special, just wonderin' why ya' over here lookin' lost. You wanna go home or sum'n?"

"No — just can't find nothin' to do. Already said hi to everybody I know."

Sammie thought for a second.

Then it hit em'.

"Know how ta' dance?"

Sugar looked at Sammie. She eyed him for bit. Knowing him — at least what she knew bout' him — him askin' anything bout dancing was never a good thing tho agree to. She member' when they were younger, Sammie convinced her to dance in the rain.

They both ended up sick within' the next four hours.

"I do, a little — why ya' wanna know huh?"

"A Little? Nah, that ain't good enough — c'mon lemme teach ya somethin'."

Sugar looked him up an' down. Nudging him softly, soft smile came on her face.

"An' what you know bout' dancing?"

"Know enough ta' get you out this damn corner."

Sammie stepped up a little, backing Sugar into the corner a little more. They kept eye contact — neither one lookin' away. Sammies eyes spoke somethin' to Sugar. Heat rose between the two of em', could hear each others breathin' getting louder an' deeper. Sugar tilted her head at Sammie, giving him a smirk.

"You gon' teach me a lil sum'n?"

Sammie stepped up, put his hands on her waist.

Slid em' down to her hips.

Gave em' a squeeze.

"Imma teach ya' more den' that."

Sammie walked backwards, slowly leading Sugar to the floor. Turning round' Sammie stepped behind her. Hands still on her hips. Carefully, Sammie brought her closer to him, her back to his chest. His hand stayed on her — helping her with the steps a bit. They swayed a little before Sammie got bold.

"Don't be shy now, sway a lil' more — there ya' go."

Sammie gripped Sugars waist tighter. One of his hands moved to wrap round' her waist, hugging her tighter to him. His thumb caressing her side a bit.

The room felt hotter. For a while Sugars mind was dizzy. High off the attention. Sammie dipped his head into her neck, giving it small pecks here an' there. Just enough to get a rise outta' her.

Sugar got into it after while. She started rocking her hips to the beat instead — Sammie followed her movement.

His hands got more curious, he wanted to get more curious. But he kept his hands to himself. Kept them where he had em'. His touch got more grabby — more needy.

Both of em' swayed to the beat. Bodies rolling against one another. Sammies hand on her, her body on his. Enough touch to make both of em' forget the sense they were born with.

Lost in their own daze. Both in two different words. But both feelin' the same thing. Both feelin' the reaction.

For a second — it felt like they were alone.

Sammies pecks raised more an' more. Started soft turned harsh. Pecks turned into full kisses, to small sucks.

The hoot of someone else on the floor brought them back.

Just membered' they ain't the only ones here.

Sugar turned around to meet his gaze. His eyes were low — dark. She decided to play round' with his patience since, clearly — he had none left.

"Ain't know you could do allat' now Preacher boy."

She raised her arms to wrap round' his neck. His hands rested on her lower waist.

"Theres a lot you'n know I can do."

"Oh? An' what's that?"

Sugar batted her eye at him slowly. Her tongue poked at the side of her mouth, head tilted as she smiled a bit at him.

"Shit — you gon' get me in trouble girl."

"You started it."

Sammies grip tightened, he pulled her closer — noses almost touchin'.

"Yeah? An' imma finish it — you keep playin'."

Sugar laughed a little.

Right in his face.

"An' what you gon' do? — Shit."

Ok.

Sammie took her wrist, quickly dragged her to the back of the barn. Weaving between everybody, some folk called his name. He ignored em'. Other people the least of his concerns right now. Too busy.

Sammie tugged them to the room, closing an' locking the door behind him. He turned to face Sugar. Same fiend innocent face she wore outside, after all she told him — In that purposely low voice.

Sammies patience was clipped.

He paced towards her — fast. His lips was on hers before she could react. Sugar kissed back, equal amount of need behind their kisses. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.

Sammie took her face into his hands. Kissing her harder. Like she was gon' disappear if he let go. The kiss got more heated the more they went on. All the pent up frustration put into one kiss.

Their breathing heaved, both out of breath but couldn't find the audacity to stop.

Eventually — Sammie separated from the kiss.

They took a second to collect themselves. Sammie looked her in the eyes.

Dead, in her eyes.

He walked her into one of the crates. Lifting her up onto the box, thumbs caressing her hips as he stands between her legs. Sammie takes her face into his hands again, making Sugar look at him.

"We don't gotta do nothin' more than kiss, anything you'n wanna do ya' don't have to."

Sugars heart melted. Her favorite man in the whole world, too sweet for his own good. Damn, she loved him.

"Sammie."

She grabbed him by his shirt. Bringing him closer.

"I want you."

Sammies pupils dilated for split second — Sugar almost missed it. He licked his bottom lip — inhaled sharply.

"Better tell me what ya' want. Closed mouths don't get fed baby."

Sammies hands grabbed anywhere they could. Sliding up and down, grabbing on the fat of her body.

"Don't care what ya' do — just make me feel good yeah?"

He ain't need ta' be told twice.

Sammie dropped to his knees, his hands went under her skirt. Pulling down her panties an' tossin' em to the side. He slid her skirt up a bit. Sammie bit his lip a little, sucked in a breath. Sammie looked up at Sugar as he kissed up her inner thigh, makin' sure to go slow on purpose. He wanted to get a taste bad — but he wanted to see her reactions, her responses.

He watched her twice at every kiss. How her brows furrowed whenever he stopped for too long. She looked so.

Sammie locked his lips onto her.

He licked an' sucked. Dragging his tongue in and out as he did so. He ate her like a starved man fresh outta' the cell. Like he aint seen his wife is years since it sentence. God it felt like it.

Sugar squirmed and whined. She lifted her hips a little an' rolled em', tryna' get more feelin'.

Sammie wrapped his arms round' her thighs an' pulled her back down. His grip tightening on her inner thigh, tellin' her ta' keep still. Be good. He lifted his head for a second, replacing his tongue with his fingers.

Sugar fell into nothin' but small gasps.

Sammie worked his fingers well. In an' out. Fast goin' in an' slow comin' out. He curled his fingers whenever he pulled them out.

Sugars legs shook, her legs try'n to close but Sammie kept them open.

"Aht Aht — Keep em' open for me."

Sugars legs shook under his arms. Chest heaving, breathing hard an' loud. She gripped onto a near shelf for support, some sort of anchor so she wouldn't pass out.

"God — Sammie.." "Oh— right there, please."

Beggin' an' Pleading.

Sammie looked up at Sugar, eyes full of love an' lust.

"I gotchu', r'lax for me."

Sammie kept his fingers goin', while he put his mouth back on her. He flicked his tongue up an' down slow while his fingers worked fast. The motion made Sugar shake hard.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her chest caved in deeper as she breathed. She put one hand on Sammies head, try'n ta' push him further. Her legs shook an' her hips lifted at the sensation.

Breathing got harsher.

Back arched higher.

Sugars legs caved in, round' Sammies head.

Sammie ain't stop though, he cleaned up the mess he made. Like a real man.

Sugar lifted herself up slowly, still catching her breath. Sammie came from under her skirt, his lips an' chin covered with her. Goofy smile on his face, like a kid who just got the big corner piece of cake.

"Smiling real hard ain't ya'." Sugar exhaled a laugh.

She stood up, holdin' onto Sammie for support. She looked at Sammie, eyes low. Her drive was still high, she wanted more.

Sammie wouldn't mind, now would he?

Sugar slowly walked Sammie to the wall, pushin' him to slide down. She followed suit, sitting on his lap. She grabbed his face an' kissed him hard. Sammie licked her bottom lip a little. He wrapped his arms round' her — pulling her in. Sugar pulled away.

"Wanna try sum'n, gon' let me?"

Sammie stared at her, lips swollen an' glossy. Face still a mess.

"Whatever ya' want Sugar, whatever make ya' pleased."

Sugar smirked, grinned ear to ear. She started undoing his belt enough to pull his pants down. She reached her hand into his boxers an' released him from his briefs. Sugar lifted herself off his lap a little an' aligned herself to him. Slowly — she sunk herself on him.

They both groaned at the feeling. Sammie felt how tight she was, thought he was gon' come undone on the spot. Sugar felt a small stretch, it hurt for a little bit till' the pain went away. Replaced by pleasure.

Sugar sank all the way down on him, bottomed out the second she got all the way down.

Sammie was panting already, an' she barely moved at all. He kept a firm grip on her hips, holding her down. He was scared he'd only last a couple minutes. He couldn't focus with her wrapped round' him like this.

Sugar started rockin'. Both immediately felt it rising. The more she moved, the faster she went. Sammie put his hands on her waist, movin' her more. Pushin' her harder on him.

His arms were on her again, pulling her on him. Sammie put her in a bear hug. One arm was propped up, keeping him up. The other was pullin' Sugar in.

Both of them rolled an' grinded against each other. Moans bounced off the walls. Sammie had his head tilted back, biting his lip try'n to contain his sounds. Sugar was all heavy breathing, hands on Sammies shirt, scrunched up from her grip.

Sammie sat up. Started kissin' up on her neck. Sucking an' biting at her shoulder. Sugar rolled faster.

Sammie was lost in the feeling. The feeling of the bliss. Feeling of the drive. The feeling of her.

"Shit — Sugar, almost there. C'mon, give it to me." "Let go mama."

Whined into is shoulder, Sugars legs shook.

Sammie let out a low groan. Hips snapped up into Sugar.

Once. Twice.

Both bottomed out an' outta breath.

Sugar pushed herself up. he hair was a mess. Tousled like she'd just fought a wild cat. Sammie thought she looked beautiful.

They both took their moment.

Looked at each other, an' laughed.

They sat there for a minute, and laughed with each other. Sugar rested her head on Sammies shoulder, while he kept his arm round' her waist. Thumb occasionally stroking her side.

The moment lasted — till' they heard someone call for Sammie.

Sammie sighed in annoyance. He ain't wanna get up. Not from this, he wanted to stay with her for as long as he could before Stack or Slim would drag him off for the rest of the night with their bullshit. His grip tightened round' her. Sugar let out a small giggle.

She took his face in her hands.

"I think we should get ta' lookin' presentable, yeah?"

Sammie set his head to hers, sighing hard.

"Mmm — Inna' minute Sugar. Wanna stay."

"Hm. Okay — only for a little', can't stay in here forever."

Sammie gave her a small peck on the lips.

"Who said?"

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[bleufu1]

FRESH SWEETENER

“You came. Ain’t expect you ta’ actually show up.”

“Well ya’ asked didn’t you?”

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SYNOPSIS: The boys continue to set up for tonight’s joint — Sugar get an’ unexpected invite.

maybe wordless | sammie attempts at flirting ofc | mature jokes/speeches | stack being nosey again | smidge of jealous Sammie. |

The plan was to start preparing for the party tonight. It was saturday, an’ everyone was off — so it’s gon’ be packed. Smoke made some plans with everybody, tellin em’ what they jobs was gon’ be when the party started. He told Stack he in charge of keeping the party going, Annie was on food, Slim on music an’ Sammie singing whenever the chance presents itself. No if and’s or buts.

“What if i gotta piss? What then huh?” Stacks tone laced in play.

“I’ll make you piss yo’ pants you keep on’ playin’.” Smoke backhands Stack.

Stack rubs the back of his neck laughing still. Walkin’ over to Bo Chow, discussing how they gon’ renovate the juke joint for tonight. At first the plan was to change where the food was gon’ be and make room for coats and what-not. But Annie had other ideas since the food section was closer to the windows which means better ventilation. This meant they had to find somewhere else to put the coats.

Bo chow decided to help with getting some racks for the coats and maybe more stuff for food. Grace had somebody for the coat racks. Stack had to find more musicians for the joint, said they needed sum’n bigger than what they had. Smoke ain’t agree at first but seein’ how everybody nodded they head, he was outta the option.

Slim was too busy makin’ sure the alcohol coming in was up to date and good enough for the joint. Being the drinker he was of course he’d know. Slim said sum’n bout needing more glasses for more people. Sum’n told Smoke it won’t bout’ no other people.

Sammie got told he had to sing at the juke. not other options.

Ain’t like he was complaining either. Sammie loved singin’. Was the one thing that made him, him. They told him he needed to sing at least once every night. Don’t matter what it was long as he was singin’ it. While Smoke handled the actual business, Stack took Sammie out near the train to find more low ground musicians. Worked for finding slim so same should work now.

Stack and Sammie walked around. They found a violinist, bass player an’ someone for saxophone. Stack said they was on a role. Wanted to test they luck an’ see if they could find another singer. Had to be someone round’ here with a voice as strong as Sammie’s.

They turned a corner.

Then another.

Sammie spotted her first. In red high heels an’ a white dress. Stack yelled out to her, catching her attention.

“Well well, nice to see ya’ again.”

Sugar turned to the sound. When she seen em’ a smile creeped up on her face. Her eyes bounced from Stack to Sammie, an’ they stayed there. Shit — if someone told her that his fine ass was here, she would’ve wore a better dress.

“Hello to you too, Stack — an’ you too Preacher Boy.”

Sammie tipped his hat to her. Stack made conversation with Sugar. Try’n to convince her to sing at the joint. Told her she’d get free food and drinks for helping — and he’d pay her too. While the two negotiated, Sammie day dreamed. He zoned out on her face. She sure looked older, last time he’d seen her she looked younger than her age.

Her eyes still captivating, smile still shined like diamonds. He wanted to think of how much her body changed, but that’d only lead to his mind going places it ain’t need ta’ be.

Sammie came out of it, listening to Stacks proposal. Seemed like Sugar wasn’t havin’ none.

“C’mon — You’ll have fun for once girl.”

Sugar looked him up an’ down. He gazed shifted to Sammie, holdin’ his eyes in hers again. It’s almost as if she wanted to see if he wanted her there rather than Stack inviting her for profit. By the way he was staring back — she knew her answer. Sugar eventually came round’ an’ agreed to show up tonight. Stack let out a hoot an’ walked off to the crowd forming down the street.

Sugar an’ Sammie stood, comfortable silence followed. Ain’t none of em’ had to talk, their mutual presence was enough.

Till sammie opened his yapper.

“So ya’ actually comin’ — or you jus’ said yes outta’ pressure?”

“Ain’t nobody pressuring me baby, believe that.”

“By the way you was starin’ thought I was the culprit.”

“Oh — ain’t ya’ cute.”

With that Sugar walked off, not without givin’ Sammie a small squeeze on his shoulder. She made her way down the opposite side of the street where her sisters shop was. Sammie watched as she walked off — damn.

Stacks footsteps were heard, and so was his voice before ya’ could even see em’.

“Where her fast tail ass go so quick?”

“Down to er’ sisters. Best we leave her be.”

Stack sucked his teeth an’ tugged Sammie along. They had to go help set up for tonight anyways an’ Stack already found everyone he needed. Him an’ Sammie hopped in the car an’ drive off.

Sammie wondered if Sugar would actually show up, she had a keen tendency to say one thing an’ go back on it if she really ain’t wanna do it — at least that’s how he remembered it.

Pulling up to the joint Sammie an’ Stack hop out, Sammie rolls up his sleeves an’ Stack walks in just ready to annoy Smoke with his nonsense. It was gin’ be a long couple hours.

The juke was hot. People dancin’ an’ singin’ along to the tunes. The musicians Stack found was playin’ the hearts out. Cornbread an’ another fella was watching the door — keepin’ the weirdos out, Cornbread stopped his duty a couple times to harass folks for money he gave em’.

It was a sight to see. The men in the back playing cards — one of em’ almost jumped over the table cause he lost his round an’ his money. Some of the ladies decided to pitch in with the food, Helpin’ Annie at the bar an’ what not. Some couples was on the dance floor, slow dancin’ to the music while others stood in the corner.

One of the best sights Sammie seen.

Sammie leaned on one of the wooden pillars in the place. Watching the scene unfolding in front of him. Smoke told em’ he ain’t have to sing tonight since they had brought enough music with em’ for the day. Next saturday though, he told em.’ Not like Sammie was complaining, smooth night without anything to do for once.

Something told Sammie to look beside him.

He did. An’ there she was.

He dress was long but draped down low in the back. She had on short heels, simple pearl necklace an’ earrings but damn it made her look good. Sammie smirked to himself as she walked in. Some people whispered, some heads turned. But she wont focused on them.

She was looking for him.

At him, actually.

Sugar made her way over to Sammie, opening her arms to invite him into a hug. Sammie took it, squeezing her tight an’ swaying side to side. He ain’t wanna let go — but sadly she did.

Sammie took a minute to take all of her in. She really is the most beautiful thing he’s seen.

“Ya’ really came — ain’t expect you to actually show.”

“Well ya’ asked did you?”

“Don’t member’ that.”

“You did with ya’ eyes.”

They stood staring at each other. Not in awkwardness or embarrassment. Just peace, as if nobody else was there but them.

“Well i’m glad you showed, hope ya’ have a good time.”

Just as Sugar was gon’ respond she got called over by Annie. Both of em’ turned the head, Sugar gave Sammie a sorry smile as she walked over to Annie to talk. Sammie turned back an’ seen Slim shaking his head at him. Sammie shoved him slightly but that only made Slim cackle out more.

Hopefully he get the chance to talk to her again. Pretty sure she singin’ tonight too. Sammie took a deep breath before walkin’ off. He walked towards Smoke an’ Stack, just tryna’ be nosey.

Apparently stack fucked up some man’s order at the bar, being funny when ain’t shit to laugh about.

Man, it’s gon’ be a long night.

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MEMBER’ HER

“You grew up.”

“Ain’t pose’ to stay small now am I?”

SYNOPSIS : Where Sammie ‘preacher boy’ Moore, sees his Sugar again for the first time in a long time.

Nicknames | Mainly wordless cause i hate dialogue | Sammie still being lovey dovey | Some mature jokes | Reader is still reckless but more mature | Stack is nosey. |

If you ever asked Sammie bout his ‘lil friend’ back when he was just bout’ 14 years old — he would’ve dodged the question under any circumstances. He tended to avoid speaking’ bout Sugar since it was still a soft spot. Even though he grew up, the topic of her is still a bit sensitive.

But if he had to speak about her. He’d say that she was probably the best thing that ever entered his life. He knew now that he was too young to understand what he was feelin’ before. He always chalked it up to nerves or sum’n wrong with his heart. Or maybe he just liked er’ company a lot. Now that he’s a young man — he knew now that he was feelin’ love.

That love was strong too. He felt like her presence always made his day a bit better — especially when he had disagreements with his father. She always seemed to know when to pop up an’ make his day special. Even when she pose’ to be close to the house, she’d make a point to at least stop by an’ say hi. Anytime she was round’ Sammie found himself getting lightheaded — in a good way.

Sammie thought no other girl in town compared to her. Sure some of em’ were pretty. But she was more than pretty.

The way he remembered her — to little ol’ him she looked ethereal. Like something straight outta’ a song. When ever he looked at you he’d be stunned all over again, even though he’d seen her before. He was sure now, she’d look as perfect as she did before. She’d look like something carefully crafted by the lord himself — that he took his time with her.

Sammie was too busy daydreaming when Stack nudged him out the car. Laughing at his cousin bein’ lost in his own mind. They both walk up to Bo shop — Smoke said sum’n bout’ new plans for the juke joint. Sammie sat with the tree men — discussing the main issues they had at the moment.

Stack and Smoke was tellin’ Bo how they wanted some new banners. An’ maybe some new equipment if they found the right person. They told Sammie to think of new songs to sing — to get his blues brain workin’.

The door for the shop chimed — a lady walked in.

“Excuse’ me ma’am, how may i help you this fine day?” Bo Called loud enough for the lady to hear.

“Well Bo — I sure ain’t old enough to be called ma’am.”

When the lady was seen clearer, the men looked in shock. It was her. Sammie knew she was comin’ but he thought that day was tomorrow. But here she was, long dress down to her ankles, tight fit enough to show her figure. Hair pinned to perfection and that smile still makin’ his head turn.

“Well i’ll be — lil’ _____ that you?”

Sugar walked over an’ hugged Bo and Smoke first. Smoke commented on how much she grew, an’ how she look like she carryin’ herself well. Giving him a little nod, she turned to stack with a goofy look on her face.

“I don’t think i trust you enough’ ta’ give you no hug.”

“What? Cmon what i do?”

Sugar laughed at him, then turned to Sammie. Her smile faltered a little bit. They both sat there for a little bit — just staring at each other. Sammie was right bout’ her being perfect. Nothin’ really changed bout’ her. Still beautiful in his eyes. She just looks older — her hips were full, silhouette more — mature.

“Well well — ya’ look grown.”

She laughed a little, a sly smile on her face.

“Ain’t pose’ to stay the same age, ain’t i?”

Sammie smiled at her, slowly stepping closer to her. Everyone watched as they interacted with each other. The air was a bit thick, noticeable tension. Stack let out a whistle tryin’ to stir the pot.

“Gon’ head lil’ Sammie!”

Smoke slapped him on the back of his neck. The other three men decided to let the two have they moment — watching as they walked out the shop to the front. They both took a seat on the floorboards, facing one another.

“How ya’ been preacher boy — ain’t miss me too much did ya’?”

Sammie let out a low chuckle from his chest — scooting a bit closer to Sugar.

“I been good, Sugar — i did miss ya’, thought you’d forget bout’ me.”

Sugar shook her head. She’d never forget him. That boy that was kind to her when the others would throw cans an’ sticks thinkin’ they’re funny. He was real sweet to her for his age. An’ she loved that bout him.

“I’d never forget bout’ chu. Only boy that was nice ta’ me — wonder if that changed, hm?”

“Oh never — i’ll be kind to ya’, any way you want me to.”

“Any way huh? There’s limits to that?”

“You want it to be?”

They both let the question linger — keeping eye contact. Sugar noticed sum’n shift in his eyes when he asked her that.

“And if i don’t?”

“Then you don’t. I’ll be real kind to ya’ — like always.”

Sammie’s eyes dimmed a little — she seen it too. Was he flirting? Or was he just tryna get in her sheets? Either way she knew it was working for both. Sugar gave him a lopsided smile an’ sat next to him leg to leg. She layed her head on his shoulder, felt him stiffen up before relaxing. Sammie put his arm round’ her waist.

“Wonder if you lay up on the boys you met after me, like this.”

“I ain’t talkin’ to no boys — i only talk to men i know can satisfy me.”

“You sayin’ i satisfy you? what that pose to mean huh?”

Sammie looked down at her. She looked up at him from his shoulder.

“I’d rather not say — too many ears for hearing round here. Plus it ain’t lady like.”

She smirked at him holdin’ his eyes in hers. Sammie watched as her eyes trailed down — then back at him. This won’t the same Sugar he grew up with. Sure she was still sweet an’ kind. Real respectful. But now — she sweet. Real kind on a man an’ respectful with her words.

He won’t complain’n either.

“Maybe we need somewhere else for this conversation then, how bout’ that?”

Before she could retort — Sammie’s name got called from inside the house. Smoke an’ Stack needed to talk to him bout’ his performance at the joint. He was gon’ tell em’ wait till he felt her shift off him and stand up.

“Bout’ time i should go — gotta see my ma’. She been askin’ for me all day.”

“Sure she can’t handle ya’ comin home morrow’?”

Sugar looked him up and down — eyes lowered.

“Careful there Preacher boy — don’t throw out what ya’ can’t take.”

Sugar giggled a little, walking off while swaying her hips. Sammie watched as she walked off, keeping a good eye on her. The way he remembered her was a sweet girl, always makin’ him smile an’ feel better when he was down. That ain’t change, but it’s sum’n more bout’ her. She feels easier to be drawn to. Sum’n telling Sammie to go but he wanna stay.

Things definitely felt different. That’s what happens when you grow up. Sammie remembered her like the back of his hand. But sum’n tellin’ him he gon learn a new side of her since she been gone. An’ he won’t complaining not one bit.

Tonight should be interesting.

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🫶 — Hey guysssss!! what we thinkkkkk 😼 (i hate ts so much lord SAVE ME.

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LIL’ OL DOVES

“What’s yo’ name huh?”

“Sammie— Sammie Moore.”

“I like preacher boy better.”

SYNOPSIS: Where a boy meets the angels his father been preaching bout’.

Cavity worth fluff imo | Little Sammie can’t handle a crush | comparisons of heaven and earth n angels | reader is a bit of a trouble maker. |

Hot an’ sunny in Mississippi. Was a Friday mornin’, everybody and they momma outside. Kids playin’ while they moms chat on the porch. The dads having a beer outside while arguing over nonsense and bullshit. Average hot day out in the country. For Sammie it won’t no different.

Sammie was outside playing along with the other kids from the church. It was nothin’ else to do with the time they had. Kicking the ball around, doin’ flips on the dirt — gettin’ they clothes dirty. Sammie was running with some of the boys. They all ran back to the houses close near. An’ getting closer to the house, he spotted something, or someone. A woman, no older than twenty at least — was speakin’ to his momma.

They looked like good friends. Laughin’ like they ain’t seen each other in a good long while. The lady stood yey-high, long thick hair pulled into a bun. She seemed sweet. Beside her stood a young lady, looked no older than a teen years. Really pretty, nice smile too. They were conversing bout’ god knows what. Sammie peered from the steps with his friends, tryna figure out what they could be chattin’ bout—

“God dammit — _____! Get the hell down!”

Sammie snapped his head along with everyone else. There he seen her. Wearin’ a yellow dress with white frills on the bottom. Hair crazed an’ leaves scattered everywhere in it. Big smile on her face too. She was climbing a tree — looks like she was lookin’ for somethin’ — an’ she won’t gon let it get away.

“One second Ma’! The cat gon fall if I don’t catch it!”

Sammie watched as the girl tried getting the cat. Reaching her hands out to it in the tree. He could hear her momma on the porch yelling for her to leave the animal alone — an’ that cats find they own way down. Clearly the girl a Bit stubborn — tried to get the cat anyway. Sammie’s friends giggled and smiled at her attempt. The young lady, assuming that’s her sister, ran to the tree in hopes to get her down.

Her attempt ain’t work. Poor girl fell — with the cat in her arms.

“I got it!”

She stood up stumbling, her sister dragged her by the arm that wasn’t holdin’ the cat, bringing her to they Ma’. Her mom was furious — rightfully so. Sammie could tell by the way her mom was using past tense in her words, this ain’t the first time this occurred. Still, she giggled like she had laughin’ gas in her tank.

“Ain’t shit funny bout’ this girl! You could’ve got hurt — or worse.”

“But I ain’t, aren’t I?”

Sammie watched, as she an’ her sister went back an’ forth. Yep, definitely sisters. He looked at her fixing her hair — ridding all the leaves out it. Brushing her hair out with her fingers. Her locks were fairly long, thick like her mom’s — looked taken care of and healthy. Sammie’s friends laughed at her an’ her sister’s bickering. The lil’ one finally pushed her hair back from her face — and Sammie’s eyes widened a little. She was pretty.

Not the pretty of her sister, not the pretty like her momma. Sammie thought those ladies were very beautiful, but not in the way he seen her. She looked younger than him but not by that much. She won’t rough in the face either like he expected — she was beautiful. Pretty like daisy’s, pretty like the smell of lavender or sunflowers. He ain’t never seen nothing or nobody like her.

Sammie seen her mom point over to where him an’ his friends were sitting. Presumably saying to stay put with the other kids. Soon as she walked over all of em’ started asking questions. Most along the lines of why she was in the tree anyways. Sammie wasn’t paying attention to the things they were asking. He only tuned in when she answered. She said she wanted that cat back, won’t nobody gon’ tell her otherwise.

He locked eyes with her — when she looked up at him. She smiled. Sammie thought bout’ why his heart felt like it was tryna’ run out his chest.

“You that boy I been hearin’ bout round town, the preachers son — right? People call you preacher boy.”

He coughed — clearing his voice

“Yeah, but that’s not my name.”

“What’s yo’ name then, huh?”

“Sammie — Sammie Moore.”

She tapped her finger on her chin, looked him up

an’ down with a squint.

“Nah. I like preacher boy better. — My names ____.”

That was fine by him. All he did was smile an’ Nod. The rest of the day they all played. Running round’ — Sometimes _____ gettin’ yelled at by her momma for running too fast for her feet to catch up. They all decided to play hide n seek. Simple game an’ it won’t give her Ma’ a heart attack. Sammie and the girl decided to team up — she thought it’d be good to hind behind the barn, where the flower field was.

Him and her kept quiet. He took small peeks at her when she was lookin’ out for the seeker. She really is pretty, can you blame em’?

“You keep staring at me, why you do that?”

He froze, looking back at her.

“Dunno’ maybe i just like lookin at ya.”

“You like my face then preacher boy.”

“I ain’t say that—”

“You ain’t have to — i ain’t slow. It’s alright if you stare, just don’t be weird bout it — kay?”

Sammie nodded at her, she smiled back at him.

“I think imma give you a nickname — only fair, cause you’n call me by my name.”

She looked up at him. Squinting at him. She ain’t like the idea of what he was proposing — she knew boys were mean with names. Sometimes taking it too far.

“Fine, what ya thinkin’?”

Sammie thought for a second. She was really nice to everyone, kept a smile on his face too. He won’t gon’ give her a flower name — that was too basic, every man calls a woman by a flower. When he seen her, he thought he’d seen the angels his father said watched over them. He thought if she was watching over him — he wouldn’t mind it really. He ain’t know why, nor did he care to.

She looked like heaven on earth. Like the lord himself blessed him with her an’ told him keep her safe from harms way. That she was the fragile gift he had to keep from breaking. And though he’s young, and don’t know a thing bout’ how love works, he’s heard his momma speak bout it with one of the young girls in the choir, that you’ll know it when you feel it. That it feels like a breath of fresh air, without them by your side — you’d wouldn’t know how to breathe that air.

Sammie’s sure that’s what he’s feelin’.

“Sugar. I’ll call you sugar.”

“Why that? Am I a condiment?”

“No No, you’re just — sweet’n kind. That’s all.”

She hummed, nodding a little. She liked the name. Pretty nice, ain’t nothin’ mean bout the name. She’ll take it — plus preacher boy seemed pretty sweet himself.

“I’ll take it — Preacher boy.”

“Alright den’ Sugar.”

Since then, her an’ Sammie been attached by the hip. Growing up with each other. Taking the weekends and some days out the week to play together. Sometimes the whole lot of kids would be there but when it was just them, it was a lot better for both of them. Just them’n their jokes an’ ideas. Like two peas in a pod. Two puzzle pieces stuck together. Two souls meant to stay together.

Unfortunately, that ain’t last very long for them. Sugar had to move — folks sayin’ her momma thought it was safer for her up north with her auntie an’ cousins. Before she left — she gave sammie a lil’ chain she kept as a necklace, wrapped it round’ his wrist an’ told him keep it safe and clean. Promised her.

The next couple of days were rough, he ain’t play that much — always stood to the side’n on the street while the other kids ran. His momma noticed, told him she’s sure the girl would come back an’ won’t no doubt in her mind that she missed him as much ash he did her. Told him to stop brooding and go have fun.

He always wondered when she’d come back, always passing at the road she left from — hoping she’d appear.

“Sammie — Sammie, Sammie Moore!”

Elias smacked him upside the head. Stupid smirk he always wore on his face. Sammie rubbed his head — looking behind him making eye contact with his cousin.

“Boy I been callin’ yo name for the past five minutes. What got yo’ mind running huh? Let’s go, Smoke need us for sum’n.”

He had to be day dreaming again. It been a long couple years since she left. Still at his big age, he’d still look back at the road whenever he passed it. He missed her still, thinkin’ bout her smile from time to time. He still thought of what it would be like if she stayed. If her mom let her stay. They’d still be hangin’ by that field — he’d sing to her an’ she’d listen, humming along.

Him and Stack hopped into the car, Stack starting it up an’ driving off. Stack started humming sum kinda tune. Sammie wasn’t paying him no mind, too busy with his own thoughts. Till’ Stack turned to him.

“Hey — Ya’ know that girl you use ta’hang round’? One with the head full’a hair’n always being reckless like she got more than one life gave to er’? Heard she comin back to town, prolly’ tomorrow.”

Sammie paused, looked at him with wide eyes. Sugar, the girl that left years ago. The same girl he knew he loved, now that he’s older to understand what it was and what it meant. Was coming back. Back home. Tomorrow.

“Huh.”

Sammie smiled a bit to himself, looking down at her chain he kept on his wrist since she left. He upheld his promise to keep it in condition. It was still shiny, couple scratches but barely visible unless you were lookin’ too hard for sum’n. Sammie’s smile got bigger.

His Sugar was comin’ back — an’ he was keeping her this time.

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🫶 — How we feeeel..when i was typing them meeting as kids i was thinking around 13-15, old enough to have a crush n understand at least what that was. Anyways hope yall like it 😪

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HONEYSUCKLE

When he first seen her, he swore he’d saw heaven on earth..

SYNOPSIS: In which Sugar and Sammie has been attached by the hip since they first laid eyes on each other. Both balancing out the other — grown folk would say they would get married one day. Sammie ain’t mind either, if he would ever settle — it’d be with her.

CHAPTER REVIEW

I # Lil Ol’ Doves

II # Member’ Her

III # Fresh Sweetener

IV # Honeysuckle’s

I DO NOT OWN ANY SINNERS CHARACTERS. ALL CREDIT GOES TO RYAN COOLGER. I ONLY OWN THE READER AKA ‘SUGAR’.

Authors Note — I’m lowkey excited for thisss, hopefully i can maintain this as much as i want to. I hope you guys like my lil story 🫶🫶.

[bleufu1]

you..you js — damn. raw idfk.

YOURE SAMMIE FICS, AUGHHHH can we get sammie with a woman with an attitude that knows how to shut her up with his lips everywhere HDHFS maybe she's not the rudest, but she can speakkkk ykwim so he puts it to good use 😛

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴜʜ? | ꜱᴀᴍᴍɪᴇ ᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗!𝚊𝚞

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔!𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚎

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: ( 𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚜 | 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 (𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐) | 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖) | 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 | 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚢!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎!𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚎 | 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚎 )

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ : ᴀɴᴏɴ…

A/N: I don’t really like this…🫩

You had one problem.

And it was that mouth of yours.

You weren’t even that rude — Sammie had seen worse. You weren’t reckless or bratty. You just…talked too damn much. Sharp. Quick. Lethal with a rolled eye and a muttered “You ain’t my man,” even though, let’s be real, he was.

Sammie swore up and down he liked it—loved that fire, called it “cute” when you challenged him — but you could always tell when he’d had enough.

And tonight?

Tonight you were testing him.

It started in the back of the club.

He’d pulled you back behind the bar to keep your ass outta trouble, made you sit on an old stool with his coat over your lap while he dealt with some idiot in the parking lot. Said - he’d be “ten minutes, max baby.”

So when he came back and saw you chatting up one of the new bouncers — laughing no less — his jaw ticked. You caught the look. You ignored it. You smiled sweet and said, “This one’s got manners, Sammie. You should take notes.”

And you said it loud.

Slow deliberate.

That was the spark.

The strike.

The lit match to a short-ass fuse.

He didn’t yell.

Didn’t snatch you up like you expected.

Just stepped real slow into your space — cool, calm, that usual Sammie lean — and said:

“C’mere.”

“Since you got so much to say tonight…”

You were grinning when he pulled you by the wrist into the back room, past crates of liquor and crates of old flyers, the lights dim and flickering overhead.

“You mad at me?”

“Can’t take a joke, pretty boy?”

Sammie closed the door behind you.

Leaned against it.

“Keep talkin’, baby,” he said low, tilting his head. “You look real good with that mouth runnin’. Real good.”

And you did.

You always did.

Full lips, smart tongue, biting wit.

But the second he stepped forward and slid his hand up your neck, the back of your scalp burning under his fingers, you felt that change in the air. That subtle shift. The grip that made you shut up just long enough to wonder —

What’s he about to do?

“Ain’t mad,” Sammie said, fingers threading into your hair. “Just figured if you gon’ keep that pretty mouth open, you might as well use it.”

Your lips parted to shoot back a line —something bold, something smug — but he was already pushing your back toward the edge of a stacked crate.

“Get on your knees for me, baby.”

You blinked.

He said it again.

Slower. Thicker.

“On. Your. Knees.”

You knelt.

Slow — biting your lip while doing so.

He unbuckled with the kind of ease that came from knowing you’d obey, and you stared up at him, mouth already watering.

“Since you like to talk so damn much,” he muttered, “let’s see how you handle somethin’ better on your tongue.”

You licked your lips.

“Thought you said you liked my mouth.”

“I do.”

“But I like it better when it’s full.”

You didn’t even get to reply — his hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to guide you on his dick. He groaned the second your lips parted around him.

He was warm. Heavy. Slow.

Thick enough to make your throat burn on the first push, and Sammie exhaled like it was the first drag of a cigarette after a long day.

“Relax your throat.” The man looked down at you with furrowed brows, his other hand rubbing on your jaw — you attempted to do it. “There she go…” he breathed, watching your lips wrap around him. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

You tried to keep your eyes up, tried to keep that smug spark behind your lashes — but he was already pushing deeper. And harder.

His fingers flexed at the back of your head, pulling your hair just tight enough to send your scalp tingling.

“Still feel like runnin’ that mouth?”

“Or I finally found a way to shut you up?”

You whined.

Literally whined around his dick.

And Sammie laughed — low and smug, dark and hot — chest heaving.

“Mmm,” he groaned. “Sound even prettier when you can’t talk.”

He started thrusting — not rough, but deliberate. Slow enough to tease, deep enough to make your eyes water and roll back. His other hand cupped your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek like he couldn’t get enough of seeing your lips stretch around him.

“Pretty girl,” he muttered. “You love this shit, don’t you?”

You couldn’t answer, but you nodded. Or tried to.

He twitched.

Pulled out just long enough to hear the gasp that tore from your throat, spit dripping down his chin, then slid right back in — deeper this time, groaning like it was hurting him to go slow.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “Say you love it, baby.”

You blinked up at him, throat wrecked and lips swollen. “I love it — I love you.”

The man above you only smirked, his grills twinkling in the dim light. “Lil attitude gone now, huh?”

You nodded, lips parting again — ready to take him, to drown in it, to shut the fuck up.

Because it wasn’t about punishment anymore. Not really.

It was about him.

About Sammie.

Head tilted, eyes dark — moaning low every time you swirled your tongue, every time you let him slip deeper into your throat, every time you let your nails dig into his thighs for balance.

He looked like art.

One hand gripping the shelf behind him, head thrown back, chain swinging faintly with every thrust.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Goddamn — don’t stop — don’t —”

You didn’t.

You let him use your mouth, let him fuck your throat, let him feel everything you couldn’t say with words anymore. And when his hips started to stutter, when his abs clenched and his moan got ragged —

You didn’t pull back.

Not once.

You swallowed it all. Every drop.

He slid down the wall like he couldn’t stand.

You wiped your mouth, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed, smiling.

“Mouth still workin’,” you whispered, hoarse but smug.

Sammie blinked at you — totally wrecked — and laughed.

“Yeah,” he said. “But I like it better like that.”

He pulled you into his lap, kissing you slow, deep — tongue tangled with yours like he needed you to taste every bit of what you just did.

“Still ‘gettin smart with me?” he murmured between kisses.

“Always.”

“Good.”

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spectacular gimmie 14 of em rn 😫

Bo talking you through it/Head cannon

Bo talkin you through it, y’all this turned into a head cannon man! I couldn’t stop!

Bo knows your body better than you do at this point, he knows just what to do to push you over that edge. His voice being a key factor, he knows his deep southern twang gets you going in more ways than one so he uses it to his advantage.

If he has you in missionary he’ll hold himself up using one of his thick forearms while his free hand reaches in between you, thumb rubbing circles just right on your clit while he slows his hips angling them to deep stroke you. His fat mushroom tip rubbing up against that gummy spot that has you seeing stars.

He’ll lean down into your ear when your legs start to tremble

“I know pretty, I know”

“Feels so good hmm?”

“Ya almost there baby, I can feel it”

If you’re in doggy style he’ll pull you against his chest by your hair or by wrapping his arm around your midsection. One hand rubbing circles onto your clit while the other kneads your breasts rolling your nipples in between his pointer and thumb. His hips rutting into you, his cock fucking just right as you hold onto the headboard or the wall. If you’re in the kitchen then the counter, table or refrigerator.

“It’s alright baby, I’m right here let it go”

“That’s a good girl, right there hmm?”

“Move ya hand, take this fuckin cock. Good girl angel”

This man is a FREAK so if y’all live together he’s fucking you in every part of your house. I don’t make the rules

You doing laundry prepare for him to bend you over the washing machine and hike up your dress.

In the shower? He’s about to come in and pin you against the wall.

Cooking dinner? Don’t be surprised if you feel his mouth on your pussy eating you like a starved man while his hands hold you in place.

Reading on the couch? Not anymore, he’s already pulling you into his lap sinking you down onto his cock

You thought the grocery store would save you? That’s cute, he’s either pulling you into the back room where he fucks you doggy style or pinned against the wall or he has you pinned against the counter in front of the register while he’s on his knees underneath your skirt with your thighs wrapped around his head.

If you’re riding him he’ll let you set the pace until you get close and your rhythm gets sloppy, then he’s taking over. He’s sucking on your neck and nipples while he slams you down onto his cock at just the right angle, his fingers will ALWAYS rub your clit.

“So close ain’t cha baby? I know”

“That’s it sweetheart, soak my cock. Good girl”

“Uh huh, yeah? Talk to me baby, I know, I know”

If he’s fingering you he’ll either have you spread open for him or his hand is underneath your skirt. Two of his thick fingers are deep inside of your pussy curling upwards each time they enter while his thumb (Say it with me now) rubs your clit (there we go! Good girl!)

“Takin my fingers so good sweetheart”

“I know ya close baby I can feel ya squeezing my fingers”

“So fuckin wet hmm, you can give me another one. Be a good girl”

He totally spanks your pussy when you cum or squirt then sucks his fingers clean before eating you out to clean you up. He loves when you wear his shirts that way he lift it up and fuck you in front of the mirror, stopping everytime you look away

“Look how well my girl takes my cock”

“Ah ah ah, keep lookin at me fuck you or imma stop”

“I know baby, feels so good don’t it angel?”

He’s definitely the type to hold your hands while he deep strokes you, will squeeze them when you come

He’s not really one to get rough unless he’s had a rough day at the store nut even then, he’ll choke you (not really, not unless you ask him. Other than that he just rests his hand there) he’ll spank you (only if you ask) and he might spit in your mouth but other that he’s so gentle with you.

HE SWAPS AND EATS CUM!!!

He will most definitely eat your pussy then come up and kiss you with a mouth full of your cum so you can taste yourself too. He’s nasty so he’d definitely scoop your cum out of you and fuck his back into you.

He loves when you pull his hair and scratch up his back. If it’s vampire Bo he could cum just from you biting him.

He is most definitely the type to pull the car over and

A) Fuck you in the backseat

B) Finger you

C) Let you ride him

D) Eat you out in the backseat B

And

E) Let you suck him off

He LOVES when you suck him off but he enjoys eating you out more (MY MAN IS A MUNCHERRRR)

Please let him suck on your nipples when you ride him, please let him grope your breasts if it’s reverse cowgirl. Please let him grip your ass and pull your hair if he’s fucking you from the back. Please let him tongue kiss you and spit in your mouth while he deep strokes you in missionary. Please let him spell his name with his tongue while he eats you out.

Bo is definitely a pleasure dom but doesn’t mind receiving pleasure. He’d do absolutely anything to make sure you got off at LEAST two or three times before he even THINKS about cumming.

OKAY I got a bit carried away lmaoooo also please excuse any typos girl it’s 2 am, what do you want from me? Lmaooo, Stack will probably be next.

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MY BABIES 😖😖

More Than That

Sammie ‘Preacher boy’ Moore x Y/N (Sugar)

Genre: Tooth rotting fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: Sammie says a mouth full

The room was hushed, golden lamplight spillin’ over the worn wood floors and dust-mottled wallpaper. The night had wrapped Clarksdale in its warm, sticky arms, and somewhere far off, a harmonica cried out from someone’s porch, lonesome and sweet.

Sugar sat at the edge of the bed, slippin’ off her house shoes, curls fallen soft ‘round her face. The air between her and Sammie was thick with comfort, familiarity, but also that old, steady pull — that ache they always seemed to carry for one another.

Sammie had already stretched out across the bed, shirt unbuttoned halfway, chest rising slow as he watched her. Not with hunger. Not with need. Just watchin’ like she was somethin’ he never got tired of lookin’ at.

She turned toward him, hands nervously smoothin’ the hem of her nightgown. Her voice came quiet, uncertain. “Sammie…”

He looked up at her, eyes catchin’ the light like warm honey.

“You… you want me tonight?”

His brow twitched — not in surprise, but in wonder. Like he couldn’t believe she still had to ask that.

But he sat up anyway, swingin’ his legs over the side of the bed, elbows restin’ on his knees. He looked at her — really looked — takin’ in every line of her face, every flicker of doubt behind those deep brown eyes.

“I always want you,” he said, voice low and velvet-smooth. “But I ain’t gotta have you to feel close to you.”

She blinked, taken aback. “What you mean?”

He reached for her hand, thumb drawin’ slow circles on her knuckles.

“I mean, I just wanna hold you tonight, Sugar. Lay with you and sing a little. Ain’t no rush to touch what’s already mine. You here, you breathin’ beside me — that’s more than enough.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

And when he stood up and pulled her gently into his arms, it was like her whole body sighed into his. His hands slid up her back, firm and steady, anchorin’ her to the here and now.

“You don’t have to give me nothin’,” he whispered against her temple. “Not your body, not a piece of your soul. I see you. Been seein’ you. You ain’t just your hips or your pretty smile. You somethin’ holy to me.”

Her breath hitched. Her arms wrapped around his waist, holdin’ on like she was scared he might disappear.

“Don’t nobody ever made me feel like this,” she murmured, voice thick with emotion. “Like I ain’t gotta prove I’m worth lovin’.”

Sammie leaned back just enough to cup her face in his calloused hands. “Ain’t nothin’ you gotta prove to me. I been in love with you since we was runnin’ around barefoot in the dirt, stealin’ peaches and gettin’ whoopins for it. You always been worth it.”

She smiled through the tears gatherin’ in her eyes, and he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, then just beneath her jaw — gentle, reverent.

“Come lay with me,” he said, leadin’ her back toward the bed.

They settled under the quilt, her head tucked beneath his chin, one of his legs thrown protectively over hers. His fingers traced slow, tender lines along her back, the kind that didn’t ask for nothin’ — just gave.

Then, he started hummin’. A soft blues tune, familiar like Sunday supper, his voice low and rich, vibratin’ straight through her chest. He sang her name like a hymn, a lullaby, a secret.

Sugar felt the tension melt from her bones. The ache of bein’ wanted only for her softness — for what her body could give — had weighed on her shoulders for too long. But Sammie? He wanted her whole.

And that kind of want? It healed somethin’.

“You really mean it?” she whispered. “You’d be content just holdin’ me forever?”

He smiled into her hair, lips brushin’ the crown of her head.

“I’d hold you every night ‘til the Lord called me home.”

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AHHH SHIETTT SOMEONE GET SLIMM😼😼

Signs

Sammie ‘Preacher boy’ Moore x Y/N (Sugar)

Genre: Tooth rotting fluff

Warnings: Mentions of ancestors and certain traits

Summary: Sammie meets Y/N’s aunt and uncle for the first time

The porch creaked beneath Sammie’s boots as he stepped up, nervously palmin’ the brim of his hat. He stood tall — but not proud — shoulders squared, heart poundin’ like a drum inside his chest. Sugar stood beside him, wearin’ a soft yellow dress and twistin’ her hands together in her lap, though she tried to look calm.

“Don’t be nervous,” she whispered with a small smile.

“I ain’t,” he lied, eyes fixed on the screen door.

Inside, the smell of smothered greens and cornbread drifted through the air, warm and welcome as a hug. The old house, passed down from Sugar’s granddaddy, sat on land that felt alive — where every breeze carried stories and the soil itself held memory.

A voice called from inside. “Y’all standin’ out there like company or kin?”

Sugar grinned. “We both, Aunt Bunny.”

The door swung open and out stepped Bunny — all curves and soft brown skin, with salt-and-pepper hair tied up in a scarf the color of molasses. She had eyes that saw more than most and a voice that could hush thunder.

“Mm,” Bunny said, lookin’ Sammie up and down like she was weighin’ his soul. “So you the one.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sammie said, takin’ off his hat. “Sammie Moore.”

“I know who you are,” she said, steppin’ close. “Your mama still leadin’ the alto section at Mount Zion, ain’t she? Got a voice like a swallow. You favor her.”

Sammie offered a humble nod. “Yes, ma’am. She still singin’ every Sunday.”

Bunny gave him a look, then turned toward the open doorway. “Luther! He here!”

A man emerged — tall, slow-movin’ like a bear just woken from a nap, with deep skin and eyes as sharp as fence wire. He nodded at Sammie, gave Sugar a kiss on the head.

“Uncle,” she said softly. “This is Sammie.”

They shook hands — strong grip to strong grip — and after a moment, Luther gave the smallest approving nod.

“Come on in then. Dinner’s gettin’ cold.”

Inside, the house felt like memory. Walls lined with faded photographs, the air thick with incense and fried chicken. They sat and talked — mostly Sugar and Bunny at first, with Sammie answerin’ polite questions ‘til Bunny went real still.

She looked out the window, her eyes distant.

Then, her hand rose slow, like she was feelin’ the air. She sniffed once, then twice — the way her mama used to when she was drawin’ in a message — and her eyes closed.

Sugar tensed. “You alright?”

“Hush, baby,” Bunny said gently. “The wind just brought somethin’ in.”

Sammie sat up straighter, eyes locked on her.

Then Bunny smiled. Soft. Certain.

She turned to Sammie and said, “The moment you walked up on my porch, a red bird landed on that branch out there.” She pointed out the window. “Cardinal — messenger. Been waitin’ on a sign for her. That was it.”

She reached across the table and took his hand. “You the one. I see it in the way she look at you. I feel it in my bones. And the ancestors? They already whispered your name.”

Luther grunted his agreement. “You come here standin’ tall, not askin’ for permission — but earnin’ it. That mean somethin’. If you ever hurt her, you answer to me.”

“I’d never hurt her,” Sammie said low, steady. “Ain’t nothin’ in this world more sacred to me.”

Bunny nodded, her hand still coverin’ his. “Then you got my blessin’.”

Sugar looked between them, tears stingin’ her eyes.

Bunny just smiled wider and said, “Now go on and ask her, fool boy — I can tell it’s been sittin’ on your tongue. When the time is right, you ask her ya hear?

“Yes Ma’am”

———

The moon hung low and heavy, spillin’ pale light through Sugar’s bedroom window. The sounds of the Delta night buzzed and crooned outside — crickets hummin’, tree frogs singin’, the wind whisperin’ through the cotton fields like an old friend.

They were tangled up in bed, limbs all lazy and warm. Her back pressed to Sammie’s chest, his arm snug around her middle like he was afraid she might slip away if he let go. Her curls tickled his nose, and he didn’t mind none. Smelled like rosewater and home.

“You still full?” she murmured, drawin’ little circles on his forearm.

“Mmhm,” he said, his voice thick and syrup-slow. “Aunt Bunny done fed me like I ain’t ate in years. Think I got greens in my soul now.”

Sugar let out a soft laugh. “Told you she was gon’ love you.”

“She ain’t just love me,” he drawled. “She blessed me.”

He paused, breathin’ deep, the words sittin’ on the edge of his tongue.

“Sugar?” he said low.

“Hm?”

“I been thinkin’ on somethin’.”

She turned her head a little, just enough to glance back at him. “Yeah?”

His heart thudded, but his voice stayed calm — deep and certain, like a gospel chord.

“I wanna marry you.”

She blinked.

“Not later. Not someday. I mean it. I wanna wake up to you every mornin’, kiss you in every room of this house. I wanna raise babies that got your eyes and your fire. I wanna come home to your cookin’ and your fussin’. I want it all, Sugar. If you’ll let me.”

Her breath caught, eyes glistenin’ in the moonlight. For a second, she didn’t say nothin’ — just stared at him like she was tryin’ to memorize his whole face.

Then she whispered, “You serious?”

He leaned in close, lips brushin’ her cheek. “Ain’t never been more sure of nothin’. I already belong to you, might as well make it official.”

Sugar reached up, takin’ his hand and settlin’ it over her heart.

“It’s yours,” she said. “Been yours since we was runnin’ barefoot through Grandma Nella’s fields.”

Sammie smiled, slow and wide, kissin’ her temple like a promise. “Then we gon’ do it right. Church, juke joint after-party, the whole damn town invited.”

She laughed through tears. “And a groom who sings his vows.”

He chuckled low in his chest. “Long as I’m singin’ ‘em to you, I’ll sing ‘em sweet.”

They stayed just like that — held tight, the room filled with the sound of breath and beatin’ hearts.

Outside, the night rolled on. And inside, love bloomed quiet and strong — like magnolias after rain.

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u see me out in public?? walk faster im on that ass. 💔

Sunflower

Sammie ‘Preacher boy’ Moore x Y/N (Sugar)

Genre: Hurt and comfort, angst, fluff

Warnings: Mentions of deceased parent, violence (Y/N hits Sammie’s chest a few times as he’s trying to hold her)

Summary: Y/N breaks and Sammie is right there to pick up the pieces

The Mississippi sun hung high, beatin’ down like it didn’t care none ‘bout anybody’s sorrow. Sugar had been wearin’ her smile like armor all damn day, walkin’ side by side with Sammie through Clarksdale’s dusty streets, helpin’ run errands for Smoke — fetchin’ sacks of flour, jars of molasses, strings for the bass. She cracked little jokes, kept her chin up, kept her voice bright like church bells on a Sunday mornin’.

But Sammie saw it.

Saw the way her eyes lingered too long on mothers walkin’ hand-in-hand with their daughters. Saw the way she gripped the edge of her dress when nobody was lookin’. The way her laugh never quite reached her eyes.

He ain’t said nothin’, not yet. Just let her have the space to pretend.

It wasn’t until they reached the flower stand — last stop of the day — that the cracks began to show.

“We need somethin’ simple,” Sugar muttered, brows furrowed as she stared down the buckets of blooms. “Maybe the white ones… them lilies’ll do just fine.”

Sammie raised an eyebrow, slow. “Lotta white in the juke joint already. Somethin’ with color might liven the place up some. What about them daffodils?”

“I said lilies,” she snapped, sharper than she meant to, hands curlin’ into fists at her sides. “Don’t matter what you think, Sammie.”

His jaw worked for a moment, but he stayed calm. “Ain’t tryin’ to fight you, Sugar. Just think—”

“I said it don’t matter!” she shouted, and just as she turned to storm away, her eyes landed on a small bucket tucked in the corner — fat-headed, golden sunflowers, bent just a little like they was bowin’ their heads in prayer.

She froze.

Like all the air had been sucked from her lungs.

Her mama used to grow ‘em. Said they reminded her of warm summers and better days. Said they always turned to face the light.

Sugar’s chest rose once, twice — then caved in.

She let out a sound that was somewhere ‘tween a sob and a gasp, droppin’ her purse to the dirt. Her knees went weak, but Sammie caught her before she hit the ground.

“No!” she cried, pushin’ at his chest with both hands, hittin’ him again and again, tears spillin’ down her face in hot, silent streaks. “Why today, Sammie? Why’d you bring me here today?”

Sammie didn’t move. He didn’t flinch, didn’t let go, didn’t so much as rock back on his heels. He just held her tighter, foldin’ her into his chest like he could shield her from the whole damn world.

“You think I forgot?” she sobbed. “Three years… it’s been three years… and I still feel like she gonna walk through my front door any minute now.”

“I know, baby,” Sammie murmured, his voice low and steady like the river. “I know you do.”

“I ain’t fine,” she choked, fists still beatin’ weakly against his chest. “I been actin’ like I’m fine all day, and I ain’t. I’m not.”

He cradled her head against him, kissin’ the crown of her tightly coiled hair, his arms wrapt strong around her like roots holdin’ steady in a storm.

“You ain’t gotta be fine, Sugar,” he whispered. “Not with me. I’ll hold you up when you can’t do it yourself. I ain’t goin’ nowhere, hear me?”

And in his arms, the sunflowers behind them swayin’ gentle in the Delta breeze, Sugar let herself fall apart.

And Sammie — strong, silent Sammie — was right there to catch every piece.

They didn’t say much on the walk home.

Sammie kept one hand at the small of her back, gentle but firm, guidin’ her like he always did when she couldn’t quite find her way. Sugar didn’t have no more tears to cry — just silence now, heavy and hollow, like the bell that used to ring outside her mama’s church.

Her granddaddy’s house sat quiet at the end of the road, framed by cypress trees and the gold wash of the settin’ sun. Sammie opened the door for her, like he always did, and she stepped inside barefoot, not even botherin’ to take off her hat.

She went straight for the couch, sinkin’ into it like she couldn’t carry herself no more. Her arms curled around her middle, her eyes distant, lookin’ out the window but not seein’ much.

Sammie moved around the house quiet — lightin’ the little oil lamp, closin’ the shutters against the dusk. Then he knelt down in front of her, big hands reachin’ to undo the laces of her shoes.

“You don’t gotta do that,” she whispered hoarsely.

“I know,” he said. “Wanna do it anyway.”

Once her shoes were off, he stood and offered his hand. “Come on now. Let’s get you out them clothes. You’ll feel better once you bathe.”

She hesitated — pride still clingin’ to her, even through the ache — but when she looked up and saw the softness in his eyes, she took his hand without another word.

He led her into the little bathroom, lit the water on the stove, and poured it into the clawfoot tub slow. The steam rose up, warm and sweet-smellin’ with the lavender soap she always kept on the shelf. While it filled, he helped her undress, patient and careful, like she was somethin’ breakable.

Sugar stood in front of him in her slip, arms crossed over her chest, lookin’ like that little girl he used to know — the one who scraped her knees climbin’ trees, who cried quiet at her mama’s funeral and never once asked to be held.

But tonight, she didn’t have to ask.

Sammie came up behind her and wrapped his arms ‘round her middle, pullin’ her in close, his cheek restin’ against the top of her head.

“She’d be real proud of you, you know,” he said soft. “Ain’t no doubt in my mind.”

Her throat worked, but she didn’t speak.

He kissed her shoulder, then her neck. “Let me take care of you now. Just for a little while.”

He helped her step into the tub and settled behind her, his legs on either side of hers, the water lappin’ up against their skin. He dipped the cloth in warm water and ran it slow over her arms, her back, her legs — gentle like a hymn. Then he poured water over her hair, workin’ in the soap tenderly with his fingers.

Sugar leaned back against him, her body finally lettin’ go, her breath slowin’.

“Ain’t no shame in hurtin’, Sugar,” he murmured, mouth close to her ear. “But you don’t gotta hurt alone.”

She didn’t say nothin’ — just reached for his hand beneath the water and held it tight.

And Sammie, quiet as the grave, held her there ‘til the hurt got a little softer.

The bathwater had long gone lukewarm when they finally pulled themselves from the tub, Sugar wrapped in an old towel, Sammie’s shirt draped over her shoulders like a shield.

He didn’t say much as he dried her off, didn’t rush her none neither. Just watched her with those steady eyes, the same eyes that used to catch hers across the churchyard when they were just kids.

The house was quiet now, save the creak of the floorboards and the cicadas hummin’ outside the window.

In her bedroom, the moonlight spilled in through gauzy curtains, paintin’ soft patterns over the quilt her mama once stitched by hand. Sammie helped her into a nightdress, then pulled back the covers. She crawled in slow, like her bones were made of sorrow.

Sammie went to leave — just outta habit — but her voice stopped him.

“Don’t go.”

He turned. “Ain’t goin’ nowhere, Sugar.”

He climbed in beside her, layin’ on his back, one arm open. She wasted no time curlin’ up against him, her cheek pressed to his chest, ear listenin’ to the rhythm of his heart like it was a lullaby.

She was quiet for a long while.

Then, in a voice small and hoarse, she said, “Mama used to hum when she cooked. I still hear it sometimes… when I’m alone. Like it’s still floatin’ in the air.”

Sammie stroked his hand down her back, slow and sure. “What’d she hum?”

“Church songs mostly. Or somethin’ she made up. She said God liked when we made our own music.”

Sammie smiled faintly, pressin’ a kiss to her hairline. “Reckon she was right ‘bout that.”

Another pause. Then she whispered, “She woulda liked you.”

He held her tighter, his voice barely above a breath. “I woulda liked her too. But I like what she left behind even more.”

Her breath caught — just a little hitch — and she buried her face deeper into his chest.

Outside, the wind rustled the trees, and somewhere down the road a dog barked once before fallin’ silent again.

But in that room, in that bed, with her heart beatin’ against his, the world felt still.

Safe.

Sammie didn’t sleep right away. He stayed up watchin’ the ceiling, one hand gently runnin’ through her damp curls, listenin’ to her breathing slow and settle.

And when she finally drifted off, mouth slightly parted, lashes wet but peaceful — he whispered into the night, just for her:

“I got you, Sugar. Always.”

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ALL MINE.

IN WHICH..: good ol’ preacher boy aka Sammie Moore, isn’t as calm an’ loses his cool for a bit.

Mississippi 1932

Sammie x Black!Reader

| Smut, 18+, NSFW, Oral(r!receiving), a lil possessive, semi-public (iykyk), talking through it, reader is addressed as ‘sugar’(idea from@gweelczz 🫶), sammie being a fein..(BEST EATER.)|

The barn was hot. people dancing, singin’ you name it. You had some couples serenading on the floor in their own worlds and some young folk swingin’ to their hearts content.

Smoke and Stack was busy lookin around the place making sure no one with a chip on they shoulder came in ruining the night, cornbread and slim was off arguing somewhere over god knows what. Annie was maintaining the bar and food the best she could, with some help of Pearline in the back.

And our good ol’ Sammie, known locally as Preacher boy, up on the stage strumming his guitar till his fingers bled. One of the two things that made this boy happy. That was playing the blues, and her.

She was his everything. The reason he lived and breathed. Hell she’d be the death of him if she wanted to. They met when they were young — ain’t know what love was but damn sure felt it. Seeing her for the first time Sammie thought he’d seen an angel sent as a gift from the savior himself, that if heaven on earth was real she was the proof.

Sammie was sweet to her. Buying her flowers any chance he got. Always spending the time he had with her, singin’ to her and being in her space, not that she minded. She cared and catered for him the same soft way he did with her. She loved that boy and he felt it. When he layed with her, when she kissed him quick, when he loved on her. The feeling was mutual and it was strong. Everyone knew she was his, and he was hers.

Everyone knows her as _____.— But Sammie knows her as ‘Sugar’. An old nickname he gave her for her sweet face an’ the smooth silk of her voice that gave her anything she wanted. People always told Sammie that voice of hers would get you to do anything under the sun, and boy did it.

From up on the stage, strumming his guitar to the people of the joint Sammie could see her clear as day. Watching her shift from the bar getting a drink, to on the floor swaying her body to the music. The way she moved was captivating — made heads spin like a wheel. Her waist rolled to the beat on the ground. Hips swayed like waves — she caught every beat. Sammie couldn’t stop staring hell nobody could. That’s the thing with Sugar. She takes control of the ones around her without even trying.

Sammie kept playing, keeping his eyes on her. Then he felt a disturbance. Another thing Stack taught him was, never let another man think he gon take your spot — especially if he knows the seat is yours.

Sammie watched as a Man, stood about average height, making his way to her. He slid behind her, grinding against her keeping up with her rhythm. This Irked Sammie.

“Now what n’ the hell..” sammie’s voice came out low, and with a tone behind it he couldn’t quite place.

He ain’t the only one who noticed, Smoke and Stack peeped it too, making eye contact with Sammie. Sammie gave em’ a nod — ‘i got it handled.’

Sugar finally noticing the man, pushed him off. He ain’t even cute, ain’t cuter than her man she could tell you that much. “The fuck you doin’, huh? Fuck outta here—” She got in the man’s face, voice loud but stern and straight. She ain’t know who this man was an’ ain’t wanna get to know him either.

Like someone had be listening, Sammie came in and got in between Sugar and the Man. His face relaxed but his eyes saying somethin’ different. The man eyed him up and down before giving a sly smirk to the side of his face.

“What you gon’ do little preacher boy’ huh?”. “Ya ain’t but so big, fuck you gon’ do?”

Sammie was hot. Not the dance till your feet start to cry hot. More like i’m bout’ to clean the floor with this fool if he keep fuckin’ with me and mines. Random ass man gon’ come up in here, then got the nerve to hit up on a woman he knows ain’t his. Yeah, Sammie wasn’t having that. That’s his girl. His Sugar. His and ain’t gon’ be no sharing. He can’t risk giving up the one thing that gave him life other than oxygen itself.

“I advise you gets to goin’ — best for ya right about now.”

The man laughed in Sammie’s face. Doubled over and everything, like ol’ preacher boys act was the funniest thing in the world at this exact moment. “Or what, boy? You gon’ size me up in front of yo’ bitch?—” Sammie ain’t give him the time of day before he swung. A brawl set loose. Sammie knocked the man down, sending haymakers straight to the face. Sammie wasn’t no fighter — but he damn sure learned a thing or two from his cousins.

People were everywhere. Some tryna get away and spread out, others tried to break up the fight. The man swung on Sammie, busting his lip. Sammie punched back right on his jaw. The fight continued to cause chaos until Smoke came down yellin’.

“Fuck goin on — Get up boy!” Stack trailed behind, yoking up Sammie from off the man. Both were equally messed up but it looked like Sammie got more punches in.

“Well what you waitin’ for? Get yo’ ass on!” Stack grabbed the man and forced him out. Smoke looked at Sammie but Sammie ain’t look back. He was too busy staring at her.

They both made eye contact, she looked at him like she just seen a different side of him. Before anyone could say anything to him, he dragged Sugar to the back of the barn — closing and locking the door. He looked up and seen her with this look on her face, an’ she ain’t look happy.

“What the fuck was that, huh? We causing riots now?” placing a hand on her hip she eyed Sammie down. “Well? What’s your problem Sammie moore?” He stayed quiet for a second before opening his mouth.

“Boy you better say sumn’ for i get to thinking. Ain’t no reason to beat up a man — i understand why but there’s a better way to do it dammit.” Sammie looked down to the floor, body still but stern. The silence was tense — “Sammie speak the fuck up!-”

“He tried touchin’ what’s mines.”

Huh. Sugar was taken aback, not expecting that response. She stepped up slowly, lifting up sammie’s face with both of her hands. Did he feel threatened?She looked at him, his posture tense, eyes dark. Like he was thinkin. His breath fast from the fight and chest heaving. Sugar moved one of her hands to his chest. “You know i’m yours sammie, n’ill always will.” Brushing her thumb on his face.

He took her hand in his, lowering it from his face. He grabbed her by the waist, bringing her closer. Bringing his face down to hers, his breath fanning over her lips. “Yeah? You mines?” His voice low, smooth like fresh honey an’ melted butter, made Sugars knees almost buckle in. Nodding her head, Sugar wraps her arms around his neck.

Sammie’s hands started wandering, from her waist up to her sides and back down, lower. Then he started grabbing. Gripping at the fat of her sides, moving his hands to her ass and holding on. Sugars breathing quickened, she looked up into his eyes one more time. They were low, dark an’ filled with thoughts best to be confessed at the lords house.

Sammie kept touchin’ her, feeling her up. he knew what he was doing — and knew that it was working. he had her panting, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. He ain’t have much experience but he’s done enough with her to know what she likes. Biting his lip and holding her still by her hips, Sammie starts kissin’ on her shoulders.

It started soft, little pecks that made her breath hitch. as he continued up, the kisses started to get more deep, more intense. he slowly started trailing them to the barrels, keeping her in place. Sammie started sucking, bitting’n licking anything he could.

Poor Sugar was a mess. she started sweating, thighs were pressed together an’ her breathing was ragged. she held him by the neck, trying to push him closer into her neck somehow. as sammie more into her neck, sugar tried bucking her hips a little trying to feel something.

Sammie noticed, holding her hips in place. he looked up from her neck, looking at her and god she looked good. the sweat on her making her glisten in the light. “Aht aht — not yet baby. lemme make you feel good first alright’?”

“But sammie—”

Shutting her up with a kiss. It was deep, laced with lust and passion. he held her by the neck to push deeper into it. she held onto his back, her other hand anchoring her from falling. sammie slowly trailed his hands up her dress, raking it up her thighs. sugar stoped him mid act.

“w-wait sammie i been dancing all night now, i ain’t even get to freshen up-” cut off with a kiss again.

“Listen sugar, you’re beautiful. Regardless. I just wanna taste ya’ yeah? Lemme taste?” That voice, deep and sensual even without him trying. Makes him sound like he’s beggin’ and demanding at the same time.

he went under her dress, hiking her legs over his shoulders. met with sight of her he damn neat moaned himself. “like i said..beautiful. made just fo’ me.”

His breath fanned over her, till he finally dove in. And baby he was hungry.

He ate like she would be his last meal. Suckin’ and lickin’ at the same time. Stimulating her everywhere. sugar let out broken moans, holding onto a nearby shelf for support. keeping her other hand on sammie’s head.

“Oh — gods sammie..”

“Please baby..so good..”

“mmm..fuckk..”

Anything in the book to keep her distracted. sammie had her in a whirl. he hit a spot that had her arched, screaming loud. sammie wrapped his hands around her thighs an’ onto her waist keeping her in place.

“Don’t run from it, just let go — i’m right here alright? Let it be baby..” sugars grip on the shelf felt like she’d break it if she grabbed too hard. “oh, fuck yes — damn baby..”

Sammie started using his fingers, switching between that and using his mouth. having Sugar in a daze, she felt like she was floating. sammie looked up at her for a brief second. “All this for me right? yeah?”

Rapidly nodding and yessin’ — “Mhm, all you baby, please!”

“Say it again for me.”

“All you, n’its all yours — all of it!”

“mhm. all of it.”

He let out a low grumble, adding to the sense. her holding onto his shoulders for support. bucking into his mouth as much as she could.

“mhm, let go for me. ride it out.”

Sammie held onto her just as she did to him, like she’d slip and disappear if he did. he licked and rubbed all he could — loving her with all his might. like he was singing to her, making her feel him. making her feel his love physically. he wanted to make sure she only remembered him. that her body reacted even if she wasn’t touching him, that all he had to do was be in the room.

She bucked into his mouth more the best she could due to her restraints. she moaned and groaned, voice broken up by how loud she was screaming. She scratched his shoulders, back arching high off the wood — her movements getting more erratic and crazy. thighs shaking against sammie’s head, hips twitching. “Oh! Yes sammie i-i’m almost—!”

“Yeah, there you go baby. all’ for me.” he muttered against her. Holding him, she rode herself on his mouth. sammie licking up all the mess he made.

Getting up slowly, he lifts her up too an’ into his chest. “You still with me hun’?” a tired nod as a response made sammie laugh a little. “Maybe be nicer to me next time yeah?” with a lil’ laugh, Sugar looks up at him.

Sugar took him by his face planting a soft, lazy kiss to his face, hugging him after. squeezing him, he hugs back equally with the same warmth. she looks into his eyes with love and affection. His baby.

“All yours, Sammie. Nobody else alright?”

“Yeah. All mine.”

I hated this sm. 💔

[bleufu1]

WHERES RHE PREACHER BOY FICS PPLLL

don’t make me get back in the field.

[bleufu1]

i need me a izuku x black!reader irl book STAT.

sum like ANTI by SAJNTS on wattpad 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️