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Honestly, yes.

The Return Of Killjoy.

Killmonger x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: mentions of death, gory descriptions, mentions of religion, possession, choking, rough s*x, cu*khold, !SLIGHT CNC!.

Ps. I’ll edit this fully later, so if y’all see random pov switches then ignore it really quick. I just wanted it out before Halloween was over Lmfao.

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“You sure you wanna watch this, Trey? I just feel iffy” She expressed to her boyfriend, fiddling with the frills on her socks. Her stomach felt queasy, and her nerves were higher than usual all that day. It could be because she knew that there were plans made to do something she had no instest in, plans to watch an old slasher film, but even before she knew it was this movie in particular, she had already felt a bad feeling come over her body.

“You need to calm down, baby. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, and we both know this shit is fake” Trey brushes her off in a nonchalant way, putting the vhs tape into the tv.

“Trey, please. We can watch a classic! Friday 13th?” He ignores her again, playing with the buttons on the television. “This movie is like 80 years old, who knows what type of old ass voodoo is on it?! we needed a fuckin’ box tv to watch this shit, and everybody saying it’s cursed!” She continues to press him, hoping he’d realize how stupid the whole situation was. She was never the type to be scared of movies, but she heard around town about what people saw in the tapes, and she wasn’t trying to be added to the list of people who lost their minds after watching.

Some stories she heard included people gouging their own eyes out, projectile vomiting everywhere only five minutes into the film, some even lose consciousness. “Are you even listening? Trey!” She pushed him, the boy still seeking no interest in what she was saying. She was so convinced that she could change his mind and that she had time to all before, but obviously he was adamant on watching the movie to understand the hype and fear surrounding.

“…someone literally stopped talking for an entire week after watching it. If that ain’t enough proof for you, I dunno what is!” Crossing her arms, she huffs like an upset toddler, over him ignoring her for a ‘stupid little movie’.

“That was just a drawn out joke! Wasn’t shit wrong with that woman” He says, using the tv remote to navigate through the options to start the movie. There was no turning back now, the tape beginning to roll.

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Trey yawns for the fifth time that night. She couldn’t tell if he was tired of just wanted to pretend like the scenes wasn’t scary. The movie started out with a blood curdling scream that made both the young adults cover their ears, Trey attempting to turn it down with the remote, which didn’t work, but even when he put it on mute, the scream continued. After that was the most gruesome death scene either of them had ever seen in a movie that old. It was almost too real. The main character, or who they thought was the main character, was killed only five minutes into the film. The masked man had captured her in her own home and hung her upside down with chains wrapped around her ankles. She was completely undressed, naked glory there to gawk at. Y/N caught Trey doing exactly that for a moment before the woman was split in half completely from the top down with a seemingly dull machete.

Y/N gags strongly while clenching her thick thighs closed as she watched the woman rip in half, screaming in agony until she stopped before the man could even pull the blade all the way through her body. He hacked away multiple times before he had even reached the end of her, blood splattering all over the hardwood floor.

“Ewww!” Y/N let out a girlish squeal while kicking her feet up and covering her face. Trey shook his head. “This shit is not scary, you doin too much”

“Shut up! This shit is makin’ me sick, turn it off”

“Why? You scared?”

“Yes! Stop playin’ and turn it off”

Trey rolls his eyes and laughs, switching his position so he was kneeling in front of his fearsome girlfriend. “It’s not real” she shake her head, her face still scrunched with disgust while Trey laughs at herfit. “Lemme comfort my little cry baby” he teased and kisses her lips. She melted from his touch, feeling safer than before. Trey’s hands roam her body, going for her shirt to pull it right off her body. Y/N’s safe feeling didn’t last too long, a feeling in her stomach creeping up onto her, telling her to open her eyes, which she reluctantly complied to.

Watching the screen behind Trey, multiple pictures of gore flashed as the film continued, the next picture even more disturbing than the next until the screen flashed a picture that had her jumping out of her skin, goosebumps covering her body.

She pushes her boyfriend away with a scream. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” She panicked, tears welling in her eyes. “Damn, Y/N! You almost bit my fuckin’ tongue off!” Trey shouts, tasting blood in his mouth from the girl biting down on his lip. “What are you on about now?!” Trey glanced back at the screen, but it had changed to a normal part in the movie.

Y/N couldn’t even begin to explain the feeling in her chest. The picture she saw that flashed lastly was a picture of her. In that same spot. With Trey laying next to her, his face looking as if it was bludgeoned, features beyond recognition.

“STOP FUCKING WITH ME, TREY! IM SERIOUS! IT AINT FUNNY!” She freaked, her chest heaving as Trey looked at her in confusion.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. If you that scared then I’ll just turn it off, damn” he reaches for the remote and clicks the tv off, yet the screen went no where. Still playing the movie, Trey tried clicking the buttons on the TV to turn it off, but the film stayed put. He sighs. “Look, it’s an old tv, baby. We can smash this shit right after if it makes you happy” he said, turning back to her. Cupping her face in his hands, he kisses her again, tasting salty tears on her lips. As she gave into his temptation, the kiss progressed to him laying her down and undressing them both fully.

Trey took it upon himself to pleasure her first, something he rarely did, but Y/N brushed it off as him trying to make her feel better. Spreading her legs out for him, Trey dove in, beginning to lap up her swelling clit as she used her hands to play in his hair.

They were cornrowed back, neatly placed in straight lines and she found herself tugging at the ends of them while he slurped her up. He uses her thigh as a headrest for him so he could eat without getting tired, but his patters were already sending the girl into overdrive.

“Yes, Trey” She calls out to him, her other hand gracing her wet lips. She sticks her tongue out and licks a long stripe along her pointer finger and thumb, using her own spit as lube to twist her nipples softly. Trey had suctioned his entire mouth around her clit, beginning to suck while his fingers dipped into her honeypot, giving her a reason for her eyes to be rolling backwards into her head like they were doing.

What was into him? She had never experienced this type of behavior. She couldn’t even remember the last time she came from head alone, but this time felt so different to her.

She had wondered when he had gotten so skilled at this..and when he got a tongue.. or when he got dreads.

Popping her head upwards, Y/N’s heart completely drops. The man that was between her legs was no longer her boyfriend, but the same psycho killer that shook her up just a few minutes ago. Her adrenaline rushes, her brown eyes becoming wide with her jaw being stuck hanging low like she had just been hit with a brick. “—oh fuck” She moans, the demon himself keeping himself latched on her clit, shaking his head from side to side. He rubs his plump lips against her clit while humming, vibrations spreading throughout the girls body before she came, a tongue being right there to catch all that she was giving before it was his turn to get his.

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“Like this, baby?” The man stared deep into her soul while stroking her, his callused hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Y/N shook with fear, but she couldn’t stop the moans falling from her lips. Turning towards the tv, she watched as Trey begged and pleaded on mute, slamming his hands against the windowed screen he was trapped in. Before a singular teardrop slipped from her eye, killjoy had already turned her head back towards him, giving her no permission to look at anything but him.

“Take it. Take it like a good fuckin’ girl” He grunts, gripping her thigh and pushing it back so far that she was basically folded in. It took strength to endure the beating he was putting on her, and the little bit she had left was gradually growing weaker. He was to blame for every reaction she was currently having, from the jagged breathing all the way down to the helpless whimpers. She thought he would have never stopped, until he did, his hips colliding with hers one last time before he stops, laying a smack on her thighs.

“Now, sit that ass on it” He demands. It was like she had no control over her own body, the real version of herself watching behind her eyes in utter shock. Flipping them both over, Killjoy does the honors of pushing himself back inside of her, Y/N using the strength of her calves to bounce on the tip of his dick. It was still so much for her, he was barely inside and she already felt so full. “I can’t-“ she chokes out as her legs shake, her body cowering on top of him. Killjoy grunts in annoyance, his patience running low for the girl. He was fed up. How was she gonna be a good host if she was a coward?

Giving her that jumpstart she needed, he lays three hard smacks on her ass, sending Y/N jumping forward with a yelp, landing right back on his dick. She slid down on his thick pole completely, her thighs closing together. “Unt-Unt. Open them legs, lemme see that pretty pussy” He says, completely disregarding her stiff movements and thrusting his hips upwards. She wasn’t even thinking straight at this point, she couldn’t have answered a question if you asked.

“I’m gonna cum!” She shouts, fisting his locs in her hand, a guttural groan escaping his mouth at the hair tugs. Only the lucky knew how he liked it rough, and not one of those lucky people were alive anymore to tell the story of how killjoy himself broke them in on Halloween night. Now, it was her turn.

“Cum on this dick, pretty girl. It’s yours” He taunts with a devilish smirk, but that only made Y/N teeter over the line of ecstasy and unconsciousness just a little more.

“I’m- im-“

“Uh-huh. Show yo’ man how a real nigga do it”

“FU-“

“Show him how a real nigga make you cum!”

“FUCK”

She stops bouncing, but killjoy kept his hips jack hammering up into her, his arms arms going around her waist to hold her in her spot as he fucked her pussy with no remorse. Y/N was praying to the heavens that it would stop and this would just be some crazy wet dream, but it kept going.

“No need to pray now. He can’t help you” Killjoy speaks into the girls ears, his voice echoing in her head like they were in an empty room.

She could hear her water splashing against him, and he had no means to stop just yet.

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BTS of "Sinners"

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brownsuugahh · 2 days ago

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The best advice i can give any creator is do it before you're good at it, do it BEFORE you're happy, do it while you suck, do it while you're doubting yourself and get stuck the fuck in, because waiting around to be "good enough" is a motherfucking trap of the highest degree. You'll get good along the way and better after ever project is complete. Remember, this is the greatest thing you've ever created, and then you'll do something else. You're only ever gonna get better, but not if you stand still.

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Burgundy, elevators and Jean Paul Gaultier (Part 2)

Sammie and I shared a penthouse in Brooklyn. It’s a dream. Floor to ceiling windows, an amazing view of the city, plants all over the place, island kitchen and exposed brick to maintain the character of the building. The best place, my bedroom: one pink wall, my own bathroom with a tub, a walking closet and access to a small terrace that I keep filled with plants, this is space of peace.

I have been sitting here for the last couple of hours, my accounts are extremely active since some teasers of the interview have been out, my followers are asking me about Michael and Wunmi, everyone is calling me lucky, congratulating me and my mom left me a voice note saying how beautiful I was in the video.

Me? I could only think about the unread message in my Instagram. How did this man even found me? Was I in his radar? Alexa, what are you thinking, clearly you were not in his radar, he just met you. I went to see his account, the “follow back” button painted in blue. “Alexa, why are you scared?”, I said out loud, but I didn’t know.

Honestly, I have known famous people before, I actually have some phone numbers and with some I have even texted, why this man makes me feel like this? My body is aching, I feel a shy tremor in my knees, if I weren’t in the couch I would have fall. I closed my eyes and an image of him smiling appeared in my head, he looked me in the eyes when he introduced himself but during the whole interview I could feel his gaze in my body, in my boobs, he looked at my hands while I was talking about my country and he stared at my lips in that elevator. Being around him felt like the rest of world could go silent, and it actually did for a split second when he touched my hand and when I felt his hand on my back… what if…

“Alex, you home?”, I heard Sammie’s voice outside.

She opened my bedroom door. “Dude what happened? I have tried to reach you all afternoon, everyone’s looking for you!” I turned around and she could see my worried face. Sammie sat by my side and hugged me, “Tell me, what are you over thinking now? The interview was amazing, Maggie texted me –my manager- and said everyone is happy, the numbers are great even when it’s only the teasers, what are you pouting about?” I handed her my phone, with the unopen text in the screen.

“Bitch, YOU SAD ABOUT THISSSSS?” I started laughing when I saw her face. “Omg, what did you do?”. “That’s what ‘m worried about babe, what did I do”. I told her the elevator story and she was giggling like a teenager, “Bitch, you a DM away of getting you back blown by Michael B. JORDAN!”. “No”, I stood from the couch and started pacing in my room, I started thinking about all the scandals influencers have gone to, about some people losing their careers for a quicky, I felt my body heating up, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it was coming out of my mouth, “Alex”, Sammie said while approaching me, she hold me in a small hug, “Babe, I know this seems scary, I know your head already show you ten ways your career is gonna be over if you answer this message, but you know him, he wouldn't risk his reputation, plus you’re the OG, even your heaters love you”. I smiled shyly to that. It was true.

Last year, there were some reddit threads regarding my merch and some deliveries that weren’t made on time. Turned out, we never ship to those people because they payments were never made and I didn’t want to exposed them. Finally, Sammie convinced me to do it, and I recover pretty fast from the backlash and actually did a complete fire sale on all my merch. Those people reach out to apologize and end up making videos supporting me. I have some other videos made about me, cause some people call me hard on my critiques on their movies or performances, so I did a pin video about me, and my credentials; I told everyone that not only I studied film, but I had been a writer my whole life and I, as everyone else, was entitled to my opinion, at the end I am a reviewer and a critic, “reviews are made for the public not the artist". I did lose some followers, but honestly is okay, they can have their opinion about me and I can have mine. And the controversy die there.

“Baby, you know you don’t care, you have worked for not caring for what people say”. I looked at her, “What if I end up like that girl that went out with Armie Hammer?”, She burst out laughing, “Babe, I don’t think Michael is a cannibal, maybe he will eat your pussy out, but no more than that”. I went back laughing to the couch, grabbed my cell phone and look at the message, clicked on it, “Don’t write anything compromising, nothing that can be screen shoot”, Sammie said in a more serious tone.

-Ask me to dinner if you wanna know that.

I smiled to my phone while writing that and click the send button. “My god Sammie, is this what a bottle of La Belle can do for a women sex life”, “Babe, you have no idea”, Sammie said laughing.

We decided to go get the thai food I have bought for dinner and that was getting cold in the kitchen since I arrived home. I took out the plates and Sammie started serving, we had some orchata to drink and talk a little about the day, she is a corporate girlie and told me all about her things, and then asked me again about the interview, we talked a lot about Wunmi and how amazing she is and avoided Michael’s topic, because I was anxious and she knew that, she asked me about my plans for the weekend and if we could go get some facials, I said yes and she ran to make a Saturday morning appointment.

I saw her in the living room in her phone, a glimpse of the afternoon sun coming out the window, our cat in the chair, some Frank Ocean playing in our stereo, plants, art picked just to fit with our aesthetic, a perfect stillness, I guess this is what dreams are made off. I smiled and went to see my phone, trying to convince myself I wasn’t expecting for an answer, I opened Instagram telling to myself “he probably hasn’t responded and he’s probably not going to today, relaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx”, I did open my dms just to check on anything else and there it was, him again.

-Sent your location, a car will pick up at nine.

“Sammie”, she looked at me, “What”, she said. “He is sending a car to get me”, “When”, “Tonight”. Fuck, I thought, “fuck” she said, “FUCK” we scream.

I had three hours to be ready for a dinner with the sexiest man alive. “Alexa, calm down”, I kept saying to myself. When the warm water of the shower touch my skin, my body started to relax. I bathed my body with two different kinds of soap, fruity/woody ones, and washed my hair with a Loccitane shampoo that smells like heaven and the conditioner that goes with it. I took the time to brush it slowly imagining his hands on my hair... touching my body with my soft loofa I closed my eyes and though about his hand in my back, about his smile, saw my breathing get a little agitated, thinking about the weight of that hand in my face, in my boobs, I felt my pussy getting wet and bit my bottom lip, I started to touch my clit thinking about his lips, his smile and those dimples, my god, how does he feels, how does his fingers feel, how does my name feels in his mouth…a small moan leave my lips and that brought me back. Alexa, wake up babe, he is not a fantasy anymore.

I decided to wear black, it's my security blanket. A backless satin dress that hughs my curves like perfection, no bra and a tiny lace thong, a pair of black YSL high heels and my curly hair loose with a golden flowery pin on the side, couple of golden long stick earrings, with a matching stick necklace on my back, an emerald ring that I bought to myself when I got my first million followers and two celine golden bracelets, but my best accessory was my red lipstick, I want him to think of my lips every time he looks at me. I felt confident and sexy. I was bathed in lotion with a very discrete sweet smell, cause I knew Sammie will shower me again of Jean Paul Gaultier.

15 minutes before nine, I was looking at my self in the living room mirror. Skin soft and shiny, hair crazy but pretty, dress fit me like a glove. “You look amazing babe”, Sammie said from the couch. The phone rang, and our doorman said a car had come to pick up Miss Alexandra.

Sammie stood up with in front of me and with her more reaffirming voice said: “Alexa remember, you are beautiful, smart, funny, don’t let yourself be intimidated by this guy, remember being with you is a privilege”, I smile and said thank you, I told her that I love her and that I will send my location as soon as I was in the car. “PLEASE FUCK HIMMMMM FOR MEEEE”, she yelled as I was walking to the door. That girl is my whole confidence I thought.

Outside my building there was black sedan, the driver asked me for my name and once I confirmed he open the back seat of the car for me. I sent Sammie my location. After a few minutes I started thinking about how surreal this was. Less than 20 hours ago I was a fan, I remember myself posting pictures of this guy in my stories telling everyone he was my "celebrity crush", I remember my self watching his SNL monologue and being touch by every women in that cast and talking to Sammie about the double standard, I remember writing about his acting, and I remember myself reading fan fiction at midnight about him in creed or in Black Panther. Now I'm going to dinner with him. I started laughing and said to myself if this guy gives me a chance I’ll fuck him, I’ll fuck him for Sammie. I started thinking about the many times we talked about him being hot and a really good actor, about the chemistry he seems to have with every costar, and we talked about that scene with Wunmi in Sinners… Maybe he will flip me over like he did to her tonight… I smiled again, “Damn Alexa you hungry” I whisper.

A few minutes later, we arrived to a down town Manhattan building. "We’re here Miss Alexandra." The place was fancy, beautiful actually, a tall building known for amazing penthouses. I felt my knees a bit week, and the driver probably noticed so he offered me his arm. I accepted it and he walked me to the door of the building. He announced us in an intercom and a couple of minutes later the door opened and we got inside. He pressed the elevator doors and it got open immediately, I went inside, “It’s the 25th floor, have a good evening miss Alexandra”. I pressed the button, and even though it was a quick ride I felt like it lasted ten years, my legs were shaking and my pussy was dripping. “Come on Alexa don’t be hungry”. “Well, thank god I ask you to dinner…”, the elevator doors were open and he was there and he heard me, again.

I laughed, “we need to stop find us like this in elevators, don’t you think?”, “I agree”, he said, offering me his arm and welcoming to his home. He had some lose jeans, and a black t-shirt and snickers, he smelled like freshly cut wood and sex, but that maybe was my own desire, he looked at me head to toe and licked his lips. “Was the ride okay Alexandra?”, “Yes it was, a bit long, but okay.” The place was really pretty, but generic, grey, and black décor, open spaces, big windows. He led me to the kitchen island that was right next to the living room, a second floor that was clearly to the bedroom. The house felt cold, distant, not like him, he was inviting, funny, present.

Right next to the island, a dinning table that didn't seem to belong. Warm plates, candles, some flowers, a bottle of 1992 Cabernet Sauvignon, pasta served, salad, bread, everything smelled amazing and seem cozy, well detailed.

-This is amazing Michael, everything is beautiful. He move the chair so I could get seated.

-So what's in the menu?

-Truffle pasta and semi cesar salad. There were some meet in his plate but not in mine, so I looked at him inquisitive. -Someone told me you were vegetarian.

-Who told you that? He smiled shyly. -Joan -his PR- spoke a little bit with María -the WB exec that hire me- about you, then she give me your socials and I went to see everyone of your post. He started to blush and so did I.

-Well Michael, that makes me feel so flattered. Thank you. I like a man that knows how to do his research. We both laughed and started setting up to eat.

-So, did you cook or…?

-Noup, my chef did and my assistant help me with the rest.

-Ohh, I see, your chef, your assistant, and what did you do for this night?

-Well I did bring my charming self, with your favorite smell, you know, that's important. We laughed, I mutter "wow, now he is my favorite" and he looked at me with the most flirty smirk, I know he heard me, but he didn't say anything.

We sat eating, he talked, he asked me questions, he is a perfect gentleman. Interesting and interested in me. He told me he had read my pieces on sinners, even the one in the New York times, he said the points he found interesting as if I was asking him for a book report, a total trooper. We laughed together and realized we had things in common, I told him he should go to Colombia and he said I should take him. He flirted, called me pretty, and asked me if I had a boyfriend, asked about my family, and my job. I asked him about his house and he mainly lives in LA, and this house in NYC is for the press tour, provided by the studio, he told me about acting and that he was also single. It was a 10 out of 10 date.

Once we were done eating he placed the dishes in the sink and asked me if I wanted a drink. I declined and he pour some whisky to himself.

We sat in the couch in front of each other. “So, tell me, what other things would you like smoke to do?” I laughed, “Really, you really wanna know that?”, “Off course I do girl… that will pay for this dinner”, “oh I didn’t know you charged for this functions…”, “Well”, he said with a smirk, “I have many ways to charge Alex…”, we stared at each other eyes for a second, and the time felt like had stopped again, I could only see his smile and smelled his perfume, “Alex?” he asked shyly… I felt the need to speak quickly otherwise I was gonna jump him. “Okay, so I think Smoke is a submissive”, he burst out laughing, “What would you said that”. So I explained to him, that I thought he would do anything to please a woman, especially if it’s Annie, and I told him I knew he was great following instructions.

-So, you like to tell your man what to do?

-I didn’t say my man Michael, I am talking about Smoke

-But you would like to tell him what to do, right?

-Maybe, I said with no confidence at all. I bit my lower lip and then I felt his hand in my face. He got a lot closer to me. –Your beautiful, you kno’that?

-You think?

-I have seen you before in insta but your photos don’t make you justice Alex, you are gorgeous, and you smell like a sin to be committed. You know, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since this morning, about your smile. He was looking at me all serious, his eye contact is crazy. I wanted to crawl out of my skin, I felt like I was gonna jump him and I said to myself “control yourself Alexa, please”.

-What do you wanna control baby?

-Did I said that out loud. He laughed.

-You need to stop talking to yourself baby. That will get you in trouble.

-What kind of trouble that will be Michael? He looked straight to my face as I bit my lower lip.

-Don’t do that honey.

-Why? Do you think… before I could finish my sentence he was kissing me like a feverish animal. He was hungry, I moaned a little, and then I felt him smile, after that I went for it. I hugged him by the neck and he grabbed my back, his kisses were deep, long, passionate, my whole body was warm, I need it him, I need him all.

-Tell me what to do baby. He said sweetly.

I looked at him, and his eager face, he need it me too.

I grabbed his hand and took him to the bedroom. He sat on the bed, “Do you like me?” I asked taunting, “Oh yes I do”, he said eager. I took of my necklace, “do you want me?”, “Yes, I do, I very much want you.”, “Take my dress of Michael, gently” I firmly demanded and he complied, he started taking my dress off and his eyes widened when he saw my boobs and my small lace thong hugging my body. “Wow” he said looking at me like he wanted to eat me, to own me.

I turned around and bended ver to take off my panties and for him to see my ass and pussy in all their glory. He tried to touch my ass, “who said you could touch me Michael?”, “Sorry babe”.

-Kneel, I demanded and he quickly listened. –Touch it, now, gently.

He placed his fingers delicately in my folds, my pussy was dripping, “all that for me?”. “yes, wanna know how it taste?”, “yes”, he pleaded. –Then, eat it. He started pressing his fingers against my clit, doing little circles, I moaned shyly and bit my lower lip. I then felt two fingers inside me , I loudly moan, “Like that babe?”, he said more firmly than before, I didn’t answer but my face said it all. “Fuck Michael, fuckkk, just eat it, eat it now”. He placed one of my legs in his shoulder and started to eat it like groceries. “Yes, oh my god, Michael, yes, yes”, he kept licking, sucking, fucking me with his fingers, and then I felt a slap on my clit, I looked at him, shocked, “was that okay baby?”, “Oh yes, do it again”, he slap me again, and then again, and again an after that he pressed his lips again my pussy and I couldn't stop, “Fuck Michael ‘am coming”, “let me have it, baby, let me taste it”, his tongue skillfully moved through my clit and his fingers inside of me, I was dripping wet and then I felt it, I came while fucking his face, came like the gods, came like I was a god.

Fuck, I muttered. My legs shaking, he stood up and carry me to the bed, he lay right beside me and kissed my face, touching all over my body, sweetly, caringly. “Want more’” He asked to my ear, “oh yeah” I responded fast, eager, needy. He was still dressed so I took his shirt off and his pants, I meant to ride him, but he stopped me. “Oh no baby, now it’s my turn”.

_________________________ So, I thought this was going to be two parts, but there is going to be a third. I hope you like it, I am trying my best for this to make sense in my second language so feedback is always appreciated. Ily!

#michael b jordan #sinners 2025 #sinners #smoke #fanfiction #fanfic #black beauty #fan writing

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Looking closely at the scene when Annie starts kissing Smoke's neck, man his face was really pressed onto her titties. 👀💖 He lifted his head when she moved her head down to kiss his neck.

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brownsuugahh · 2 days ago

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Every time I see a stories of smoke being submissive..🤪

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Was it necessary to stare in her eyes?

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“It still hurts comin back here. But I love you. And I miss you.”

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remmick and the vampires present a false dichotomy

Hogwood (the man who sold the twins the mill) and the KKK are very obviously bad, they are outright malicious bigotry, they use the n-word and plan to lynch the moore's and their community, they are so blatantly racist and hateful it's unavoidably obvious

remmick and the vampires however say that they believe in equality, say that they want to create a community, and yet remmick's goal throught the movie is to both metaphorically and literally steal sammie's ability for his own goal of reconnecting with his irish ancestors, a white man wants to harm a young and upcoming black man and use talents for his own goals without giving any regard to said black man's autonomy or agency

when sammie sings 'I lied to you' in the juke joint and calls forth the spirits from the past and future, it's a blend of cultures; west african, east asian, native american, and african american song and dance blend together across time and space to tell the stories of blues; where it takes its inspiration from, the music genres it then inspired, the complex history of black american culture and its intersections with other peoples of colour in the USA

when remmick and the vampires kill and turn the people in the juke joint, and then perform rocky road to dublin, only remmick's irish culture is on display, there is no influence from the black and asian people he has forcibly assimilated into his song, it's juxtaposition with the earlier scene is blatant, remmick is more than happy to assimilate people of colour into his 'community' of 'equals', and yet its only whiteness that is celebrated, that is normative

remmick claims that he's doing people a favour by turning them immortal, conviently ignoring that he literally has to suck the life out of them to do so, trapping their spirits on earth, he claims that he's the good guy, that the KKK were gonna come and lynch everyone at the joint in the morning anyways, conviently ignoring that he's doing the exact same thing; a white man leading a mob to kill a bunch of black people

in the final confrontation with sammie remmick repeatedly dunks him into the river, a forceful baptism. both the celtic irish and enslaved west africans had their religions suppressed and destroyed by colonialsm, had christianity forced upon them by the british empire, and in that scene we see remmick repeating that cycle, using christianity to inflict harm, and sammie reclaiming christianity, despite all the complex emotions he has arround it, as many colonised peoples have and still do, when he recites the lord's prayer

remmick and the vampires are no less racist than hogwood and the KKK, are no less predatory or evil, they're just less blantant about their bigotry, they represent the system, the normalised white supremacy that is seeped into the very foundation of culture in america, the point isnt that remmick would call any of the black characters in the movie the n-word, i dont think he would, the point is that his exploitation and desacration and inserting-himself-into-when-he-wasn't-invited of the juke joint is a microcosm of what white people have done to black american arts and culture since ever since there have been black and white people in america, and even before that

theres a reason vultures are shown early on in this movie

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These “Sinners” takes are exhausting. I’ve seen Smoke & Annie being accused of “Struggle love.” Losing a baby is struggle love now? Their baby died for Gods sake. Grief ain’t always pretty. That shit can get downright ugly sometimes.

Then someone on threads said, “Annie lost a child, not Smoke.” Excuse me? They both lost a child. I understand the connection is deeper for a mother, but there’s this obsession with convincing everyone how much Smoke hates Annie and never loved her.

When she called that man, “Elijah” is when his walls came down and he confessed why he was really there. He loved her, and he missed her. Smoke is not a talkative dude. Annie knows that man like the back of her hand.

During the montage before the Klan shootout, it was Annie’s face we see before he pulled that Mojo bag off. Smoke didn’t even want to continue living at that point.

Wunmi mentioned Ryan wrote 7 pages on Annie and Smoke’s relationship. He even included their baby’s name. Wunmi and Michael are probably privy to a whole lotta shit about these two that we didn’t see.

You have a lot of dysfunctional niggas out here when it comes to relationships. Half of them shouldn’t even be weighing in on partnerships in real life let alone a damn movie.

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The funniest part of Sinners was when the Native Americans just said “yeahhh good luck with that”

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Burgundy, elevators and Jean Paul Gaultier.

Part Two

"Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air, I know I can count on you", has being the ring on my alarm clock for the last three years, however today I didn't really need it. Today was my first real interview with a movie star. Real as in there are going to be less than a feet away from me, real as I will be able to smell them, real as in I had to bring five questions and real as is going to be in all E! Entertainment Television channels.

I sat on the bed and closed my eyes, I mutter a thank you mamma picturing her smile when she sees me for the first time in television, and a thank you universe for all the rest of the things that brought me here.

I jumped to the shower and repeated the questions in my mind and then thought of all the things that could go wrong, then I open my eyes and said, everything is going to be okay, you have prepared for this moment for years, you watched this movie seven times, you have seen them in all of the interviews, you have good questions, you're READYYY! Hyping myself up help me finished my shower and just as I was getting dresses I heard her, "Honey!, stop overthinking and get dress!", she knows me.

Sammie is my best friend since college and roommate. We went to school for film, but she ended up in business and now is a corporate six figure girlie, total bad ass. She also helps me a lot with my own business specially with my insecurity and recurring anxiety.

"I'm comming love!" I said beforme emerging from my bedroom to find some chai tea and a scone. "Thank you love" I said almost whining. "Now, show me the fit!" She didn't say, she yelled. I stand up from the table and show her my green suit perfectly tailored with a pink corset under. I wore my light brown curls lose and a sultry brown makeup that always makes my black afrolatina skin pop. "You look great babe", she said in her reassuring voice and I responded "Dude this suit makes me feel so much power, but I'm unsure about the corset, do you think there are too much -boobs-?", we look at each other and said out loud -yeahhhhh-, after a nice laugh, she poured a quarter of a bottle of Jean Paul Gaultier "La Belle" on me, “Today you have to smell like whore, your meeting Michael B.Jordan after all”.

Yes, I was.

The interview is with Michael B. Jordan and Wunmi Mosaku, about Sinners. A dream come true that I managed to land after a few viral videos on the movie, a red carpert that I worked where I met Delroy Lindo and a killer New York Times review that went viral for my takes on racism, and the construction of blackness from a latin american point of view. And so far, it has been a dream, in my eyes I already made it, except that the day before yesterday my manager put me in contact with María from E! and Warner Brothers and invite to an interview with the man himself and her lover: Smoke and Annie. I almost choke, I said yes inmediately, then I had a panic attacked, and then I went by to prepared the five questions they requested.

And now 'm here, looking at myself in the mirror, all of my 5.1ft, my purse with a tarot deck, and Ipad, a notebook a few pens, a water bottle and all my hopes and dreams.

"Come on honey, the uber's here".

Before I left, Sammie give me a blessing. "Dios te acompañe" she said in a broken spanish as she has heard my catholic Colombian grandma before. "Amén" I responded in automatic, not because am catholic, but because I need it my grandma voice with me today.

The ride to Warner Brothers studios was long and it gave me time to read my questions again. I will be in front of Michael B. Jordan and Wunmi Mosaku, I was hoping to asked them about race and colonization undertones about the movie but I also wanted to asked them about Annie and Smoke love. Their relationship is so mature, so delicate, perfect and sad. I was olso hoping we laugh a little, since Michael can be a little serious. "Help me lord, I make this people laugh", I said to myself more like a prayer than an instruction.

When I finally reach the studios, I was a wreck. "Please don't get lost, please don't get lost" I said to myself up until I reach the recording studio. I was received by María, the WB exec, "Hi Alex, welcome, what do you think about the set? Amazing yea, c'mon, let's get you through makeup.

“You okey baby?”, she asked in a motherly voice. “I am really nervous”, “Don’t worry babe you’ll be fine!, your amazing at this, and this movie matters to you, that’s why we bring you. Come on, let’s touch up your makeup”. I sat in the chair and she continue, "Don't worry you'll be fine, only Ryan and Michael love this movie the same way you do, that's why we brought you here!". She was way to excited, if you asked me, but on the last part she was probably right, I do believe Coogler is a genius and Michael a terrific actor and Wunmi the most beautiful woman alive, well, I guess i'll be alright.

In the chair, the makeup artist told me, “their great people”. “Do you know them”, I asked. “Yes! I have done Michael’s makeup a couple of times before, he is a great guy, polite, a trooper and Wunmi is great, humble and sweet”. Okey, so I guess I am in good hands I then. Please, lord let me make this people laugh, please don't let me be like that girl that interview Blake Lively or like Blake Lively for that matter.

I went in first, got seated in a studio with a Sinners poster behind me and another one behind the two artist chairs. I re-read the questions from my ipad but I knew I had them in my memory and a couple of minutes after that I heard them come inside.

Wunmi’s face card was INSANE, what a women. She smiled, said hello with that sexy accent, got seated and the lights make her skin shine like a black sun, blinding, inspiring. Then there was him. First his smile, a wonderful suit with burgundy notes, he got close to me and extended his hand "nice to meet you", I grabbed his hand and for a second the time seem to stop, all I could see was his face and those dimples, "nice to meet you, Alexandra". I caught him checking me out, he licked his lips looking at my boobs up until Wunmi said his name and tell him something in secret. His face went a little red and I though it was really sweet, she probably tell him to got seated cause in that moment their PR came. “You have three questions, okay? I know we said five, but we don’t have time”, “Sure that's wonderful, thank you!” I quickly complied. Sometime after that I heard someone yelling for silence, another voice counted to five and then said “Alexa go”.

Like 20 minutes went by, and I saw myself taking a picture with my phone right next to Michael B. Jordan and Wunmi. His hand in my back felt heavy, a weight I felt it was missing me from forever. My god, does he have this effect on every women he meets? Once he moved I felt lacking. Wow. This is new.

They leave the place first, I stayed to say my goodbyes and thank you to everyone, grabbed my stuff and run to the elevator, I pressed the button and proceeded to called Sammie. “DUDEEEE”, she yelled, “how was it, omg tell me everything, was he beautiful?”, “Yes baby, yes he was. What a man”, I said with a heavy voice, “honestly Sammie he could have chemistry with a wall, he is so polite, so nice, his smile is 100 dude, and Wunmi, Sammie, her skin, her eyes, she was wearing a pink dress a dream, a total dream". “So where are you now?”, “I am waiting for the elevator babe”, “Okay, tell me more while it arrives”. “Okay, so, she was great, funny and smart, we spoke about freedom and him was amazing, we spoke about the twins and Annie and Smoke love. I also told them about Colombia and Blackness and we talked a little about that, of being black around the world. After that I asked for a selfie and they said yes. Dude, I have a picture with Michael B. Jordan and Wunmi Mosaku, can you believe that?, and I haven’t cried at all”, “Baby I am so proud of you! You deserve this! And now tell me, do you flirt with Mister Michael B?”, “Omg Sammie off course I didn’t, he is very serious, gorgeous, but very serious. One thing I can say though, he smells like he knows how to fuck”; Sammie burst out laughing and said “I knew you will assess him at some point”, “I sure did, and he pass with flying colors, he has a muncher face”, she laugh and loudly said “OMG babe, I love you, I have to go, but grab dinner for tonight we'll eat togheter and you can tell me all about it, okay?”. She hung up and while I was laughing and then I felt a figure pressing the elevator button.

“You know, if you don’t press the button, it won’t come up”, “I thought I did”, I said while lifting my face up, I settle my glasses and then I saw him. His burgundy suit hugging her muscles and a smirk that left me paralyzed. I didn’t know what to do, how much time had he being there, why was he alone, I saw him leaving with an entourage of like five people, my god why is he here, I was screaming in my head and then the ring of the elevator brought me from my train of thought.

He holds the elevator door for me. I went inside and felt him unusually close, “What floor?” he said while the doors closed, “First” I said with a shake in my voice. He presses it and then pressed third. We were both looking at the doors, he smells like wood and something I want to taste.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that” I said shyly. He laughs “It’s okey” He turned facing me and said “you smell good too”. I looked at him and smiled. “So who’s your favorite Smoke or Stack?”, he asked. “Smoke” I said with the confidence of a Jean Paul Gaultier whore. “Why?”, the doors open in the third floor but he didn't leave, “Because he is respectful, trustworthy, and I know he would kneel before me if I asked”.

The doors of the elevator got open in the first floor. “Goodbye Michael, thank you for everything”.

The walk from that hall way to the uber was like a marathon, my heart was racing, I felt the inside of my thights tingling, what did I just do. I went inside the uber, waited to leave Warner Brothers and then did a silence scream. “Alexa you just said Michael B. Jordan, you will ask him to kneel, are you insane”, I was shaking, I felt like crying but also felt extremely good. Michael saw me, I saw his smile, he scan my body, he smelled my whore perfume, I knew he wanted that, but still you're an influencer and he is a movie star.

I opened my bag in search of my phone, I was gonna tell Sammie about everything but ended up opening Intagram in automatic. I clicked on the heart and merged with likes and new follows there he was.

Michael B. Jordan - Follow back

After that I clicked the DM’s and right there in my requests, a message: “So, what else would you ask Smoke to do?”.

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This is my first fanfiction, I hope you like it!

#michael b jordan #sinners 2025 #intervew #fanfictions #fan writing #afro latina #smoke #smoke and stack #smoke and annie

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