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Megan so goddamn beautiful....Lord have mercy

MEGAN THEE STALLION Love Island USA — S7E15

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Music is so healing. I'm listening to my calm playlist, and it just makes me remember why life is worth living.

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NO DEADASS!!! They tried to fry me on tiktok for saying Grace's choice was selfish. Like yea, I too would be freaked out if a vamp threatened me and talked to me in my native language, but she wasn't the only person who had people to lose. Sammie had family, Pearline had a husband, and even though Annie only had Smoke (from what was implied), Smoke quite literally lost his brother....his twin...a person he'd been protecting his whole life, and Grace just wanted him to get it together....she would've had to fight me ngl 😭 She was grieving, but she also was a liability and I'm pretty sure Remmick knew that.

Continuing on about Smoke's grief and how he's literally unable to have a moment to process what happened to his brother... When he finally gets one moment of silence, thats when Grace immediately kicks off and starts getting in his face about 'You're a soldier' and saying they should just go outside and just fighting a losing fight because she herself lost Bo and her daughter was threatened. Rushing an answer for her own selfish reasons. Grief can be selfish, people don't look around and think about those around them.

But Smoke? He doesn't get a single moment to process anything or truly make any decision. Seeing the look in his eyes when Grace brings up Lisa, after losing his own daughter... Then the grief of losing his own child bubbles to the surface too, mixing in with the grief of losing Stack... no wonder he's visibly shaking at times.

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what if…smoke has a submissive side? modern au! edition

warnings: 18+ (MDNI)

smoke was in heaven.

you were on top of him, riding him like the goddess you were. brown skin brushing against brown skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat, breasts bouncing against his chest with dark swollen nipples that were a victim to his persistent mouth. the scent of your vanilla perfume mixing with your natural pheromones and your body heat was the cherry on top to heighten his senses of euphoria. 

he wasn’t the type to let you take the reigns often, not because of preference (you loved being taken care of during your deeds) but he just never…asked. never considered it. but him being so stressed out with the new club him and stack bought? you being oh so sweet and patient, rubbing his shoulders and kissing his temples delicately, he could not say no to your glossy pouted lips asking to take care of him.

but now he was mad. mad that he missed out on the warm, gummy walls of your tight pussy clinging onto his cock like a vice while you bounced to your own rhythm in his lap, coaxing every moan and groan out of his kiss swollen lips, gently holding your waist. if he knew how natural it was for you to take control, he would let you have your way with him in any way you wanted, sore dick be damned.

“feelin’ better ?” you murmured sweetly, teasing laced in your tone  as you slowed your movements, hips rolling against his pelvis, drawing out the pleasure. 

all smoke muster out was a chuckle that turned into a partial grunt when you purposely clenched around his length. “hell yeah…goddamn that pussy grippin’ me like she don’t want me to go nowhere..” he groaned, his hands gripping your ass with a firm squeeze making you mewl. 

“i just wanna make you feel good…” you purred against his lips then capturing them, picking up the pace you set before. the sweet muffled sound of his moans, the curve of his dick kissing your g spot and the occasional spanks he cracked onto your ass was pure motivation. 

you broke away from the kiss, peppering kisses along his jaw. “am I makin’ you feel good, ‘lijah?” you cooed into his ear, licking the tip of his lobe before gently biting down on it coaxing a delicious whimper out of him that almost made you cum on the spot. “f-fuck baby..yeah you doin’ so good.”

“that’s my good boy.”

those four words made him come undone, shooting his warm load inside you and burying his face in between your breasts as he sung his praises to you. 

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Andre 3000, Be Cool (2005)

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sometimes i think about how the ocean is the world's largest graveyard and. well i think about it.

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I just love me some Smoke. Love a grown ass, silent ass, confident ass man. Something about a man that doesn’t gotta say SHIT for everyone to know he’s in the room. A man who means what tf he says. He said FAWK all that talk, I’m bout that action 😫 Also a man that LOVES black women 🫦 It’s always gon be Smoke fah me!

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Mail Call! A Letter of Lust!

I FINALLY POSTING A SINNERS FIC 😎

While on downtime during their tour in WW1, Smoke receives a special letter and care package from his woman back home.

Part 2: Mail Call! Returned to Sender

“Mail call!” 

Smoke looks up from his game of solitaire to see his brother’s big grin as entered their unit’s tent. Stack struts in with a cheerful swagger to disrupt Smoke’s solitude. Stack plops the box into Smoke’s lap then whips out his pocket knife fancy spin and points it to a beige envelope thick with a long letter. The younger of the two raises an eyebrow in question, Smoke curling his hands into fists for a moment then lets them go, his pinkies are shaky so he nods. 

“And where you been?” Smoke asks as Stack rips his letter open for him and hands it to his brother.

“Letting this thick yella-bone outta Marseille teach my dick French. Shoulda know all them snails they be eating would make they mouths that talented.” Stack quips, wagging his tongue in triumph.

Smoke rolls his eyes and warns “Don’t get burned out there brother.” 

Smoke pulls out Annie’s letter from the envelope and watches with a rare smile as dried butterfly weed and lavender buds fall to his lap. He presses the letter to his nose and takes a deep smell of the plump colored lipstick mark at the top of the page, Smoke swears he can catch the whiff of black cherry Annie used in her lip stain. Smoke’s nose twitches in curiosity as a teal blue handkerchief flutters to his lap next, he quickly balls it into his hand and unfolds his two page letter.

“Aww shit, yo woman done sent you a bouquet." Stack teases, as he picks up some of the dried buds and sprinkles them over Smoke head.

 “What did Annie say? She send word about Mary and Mama Munroe? She send some of them cinnamon candies again?” Stack harasses while he squeezes behind Smoke on the cot. Smoke puffs one of the orange petals off his lip as he uses his head to block the words. Stack reaches around to Smoke’s lap to grab the box and receives a swift elbow to the gut that sends him yelping and rolling off back off cot to the floor. 

“Fuck you nigga!”

“Read yo’ own damn mail nigga!” Smoke scolds down at him. The older twin pointed a thumb to the small pile of little pink envelopes covered in smiley faces and kisses that Mary had sent Stack over the last 5 months.

“I’m tryna be nice and do ya favor bringin’ you ya mail, just to get assaulted in my own damn bunk!” Stack argues as he rolls up and pulls himself back to his feet.

“And thank ya… Now go be nosy somewhere else.” Smoke says, waving him off with his free hand. Stack kisses his teeth and makes a show of snatching all of Smoke’s playing cards, hustling out with a long laugh as Smoke cusses him out. 

Alone again, Smoke carefully scoops all the flower petals back into the envelope and settles it in the front pocket of his pack. He settles the handkerchief on his chest and finally stretches out on his back in the bed to read Annie’s neat and loopy handwriting.

To my dearest Elijah, 

My love, I’ve missed you terribly. 

Mary done found a new hobby with that little bit of cash Stack sent her last week. She bought a camera! I think you’ll like the gift she helped me make for you with it. It’s in the box. 

Before making her way back to Louisiana, my grandma was thorough in guiding me to make this latest batch of candy for you. It’s more of those orange and honey ones you like, but I did put a small bag of the cinnamon stuff in there for that fool Elias so he doesn't drive you too crazy. 

However, if we are talking about crazy, then we have to talk about just how badly I’ve craved you Elijah. 

Smoke shifts in his cot at the turn of tone in the letter. He lets his free hand drift to his waist band and rest right over the crotch. Just what in the world did his woman have to say? 

Sometimes I think I miss ya hands the most. How them strong fingers of yours could, play my pussy like a fuck’n’ piano. Finding just the right key to tune me up every single time. You make me louder than a cicada in the heat of the day with just two fingers in there Elijah, that ain’t sane. 

Or ya thick thumb in my mouth, putting the taste of my cunt on my tongue like lime after liquor. Can you still feel that slickness ya be draw outta me on yo’ hands Poppa? I’ve been trying to replicate just how yo do it, but it just ain’t right! Guess my fingers too short. Only you can reach in and fill me up how I need to be.  How you know I need to be filled.

Smoke lets out a low whistle at her statements, he shakes his head in disbelief at the picture painted. It aches him thinking about Annie laid out in her bed edging herself wet and whiny in thought of him. He needs to get home and fix that. 

Do you miss my hands too, baby? If ya do, just close yo’ eyes and ‘magine my hands back where they belong. You ‘member how I did it, right? I can’t just ever take it easy when it comes to handling that shaft of yours, I gotta get a whole handful of that beautiful thang before I can get started. I gotta feel the weight of you so that lusts fills my gut. Do ya miss when I’d trail up you, baby? Feel every vein on the column of you. How’d I point that dick up nice and high so I could take it down my throat?

I miss the feeling of you in my throat, Elijah. 

Tasting you is my ambrosia, Poppa. Do me a favor? Hold that dick for me, baby. Treat it nice, just how I would.

I know you miss this pussy. 

This pussy misses you, she’s still crying for you every night and it leaves me so achy Elijah. I wiped her up the best I could after just the memory of your lips on her with this scrap off my night slip. 

Can you smell me?

“Fuck” Smoke hisses between his teeth. He palms his dick through his cargos, it is tight and hard, becoming slick at the tip at Annie’s written words. Smoke bites his lip in and glances at the door of the tent before checking his watch.

Only 2 hours until curfew. He could get it in. 

Smoke presses the teal cloth to face, deeply inhaling and praying that the boat ride over didn’t deter the essence of Annie off it. Smoke groans, right there, a bit hidden by the dried florals is the musk of his woman. All bold and familiar, the scent of Annie’s pussy prompts Smoke to unzip and keep stroking. God he needs to get back home to her. 

I liked my hands on you Elijah. Up and down. Up and down. Slow and steady so I could feel your pulse between my thumbs while I kissed up and down that dick of yours. I loved swirling the tip wit’ my tongue so I can taste every little drop of you on my tastebuds before I let you down my throat. 

If I remember right? Ya like that little choke sound I’d make when ya dick would jump when I was coming back up. Right? You’re a fucking freak likin’ to choke your girl with that thickness. What if I spit Poppa? All that good nut leaking out my mouth before it can even get in me? Wasteful.

“Fuck, Ann.” Smoke groans lowly as he beats his dick just as Annie describes. Slow. Steady. Up. Down. Phantom touches of her soft hands make him jump. He remembers her pretty puffy lips swallowing all seven inches of him down the velvet of her throat in one swallow then how she would make it re-appear twitching, glistening with her spit. All done with only a whiny moan humming on his lap. Annie is magic like that. 

He pictures that woman running the tip of her heavy and heavenly tongue right along the veins of his dick. Then that fucking tease of his, swirls the tip, pop off it with a loud kiss just to swallow him down again.

“Annie.” Smoke moans again, forcing the collar of his shirt into his mouth to muffle his moans as just the thought of Annie’s command made him uncontrollable. The slick sounds of his actions become louder and quicker.

Elijah please be careful with that dick, that’s mine. You are mine and I need my things to come back to me in perfect condition. Because Poppa…I need you to fill my coozs up from every angle. On any surface. Only you can satisfy that ache between my legs, only you can make me ache so good. You got the only thang that can make this cunt all hot and puffy. I know you like that shit, some soft pussy to thrust into, lay into, have bounce on ya. 

You want this ass on you? I miss the smacks we’d make, I miss pushing all this weight against you and you putting it right back on me. You wanna get in me baby?

“Yesss.” Smoke moans out, half muffled as his head bobs back and he starts to thrust sloppily into his wet fist. He starts to crumble the cloth over his nose so he can breathe deep of her scent once more.

I moaned your name last night. Blessed it be I ain’t neighbors for a mile or they would know your whole government. Fuck being Smoke, fuck being Mr. Moore. They’d know Elijah. They’d know that this pussy is yours only, Poppa. They’d know I’m just some bitch in heat about you. Come home soon, so you can fill me up and I can have my body back. 

Love you, always.

Annie Greenwood

Smoke drags the cloth down and presses it firmly over his mouth to mute his shouting grunt as he comes hard into his hand and drawls. He pants in more and more of Annie’s essence as he comes down from the high of his nut. After a few breaths, he lets himself go boneless in ecstasy and actually breathes air. Smoke didn’t know kinda magic had to be done, but he needed her in a dream tonight. Requiring it for his own mental stability at this point, he has already spent 40 days in hell with 369th Infantry in this European war, can’t a good soldier atleast get a wet dream of his woman? 

Smoke can only catch his breath for another moment before hearing boots and hoots from the other making their way towards the barrack. 

“Damn.” he hisses and swiftly sits up and places a pillow in his lap. He pretends he didn’t just make a mess in his drawls over Annie’s written words, instead making his hands busy with opening the gift box. It’s a group of four soldiers who just greet Smoke but mind their own busy with getting ready for bed.

 Smoke opens the box and frowns at some black cord necklace, he recognizes that it was one of them mojo bags that Annie and her grandmother both wore. Annie had placed a slip of paper under it. 

“Put this on, so you and ya brother come back safely to me.”

That was all the instruction. It ain’t say nothing about a prayer or any kinda ritual. Just put this on because I said so. And for Smoke, that was enough, believing in Annie was always enough. 

Smoke chuckles softly, gives his shy grin and slips it on with a perfect fit. Annie was good at remembering the dimension of his neck after all, it was her favorite place to put her hands when she-

Smoke quickly shook off the thoughts before his dick got hard again and he’d have to try and sneak out for a cold shower with only 40 minutes to spare for curfew. 

He settles the bag of orange honey drop into his pack, then tosses Stack’s cinnamon bullshit on his cot to the left of him. He finally gets to the bottom of the box and sees a photograph wrapped in tissue paper. He hums in intrigue as he unwraps it to find-

“You're a damn cheat Stack!”

“Learn to play dominos and then you can talk about cheating! You just made I took yo lil lunch money!” Stack banters back with one of the boys as they get ready to enter the tent. Just as they go in, Smoke is hustling out a change of lounge clothes and shower kit pressed to his crotch, the white-back of a photograph pressed to his chest and a look of flustered determination across his face. Stack frowns and grabs Smoke’s arm to stop him. 

“Where the Hell you going?

“Shower.”

“But curfew is i-”

“I know when it is nigga! Worry boutcha self.” Smoke interrupts, shaking his brother’s hand off his arm. Smoke goes to march on but pauses long enough to make eye contact.

“Write Mary and tell her to throw that damn camera in a creek!”

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Mail Call!: Returned to Sender📨

Here's the sequel to Letter of Lust ya'll! I'm so happy yall loved it as much as I did. Also translations at the bottom! 😊

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Smoke returns home from war and makes good on his promises to fulfil his woman.

“Elijah…. Th-the door, baby. Folks gonna see us!”

“Fuck ‘em. Let ‘em know I’m home. Let ‘em know I’m finna eat.”

Smoke returns home and makes good to fulfil his woman’s needs.

Even though the newspapers say that the war is over, Annie is still missing her soldier. It had been a month and not a word, or a letter or a token had been sent her way. It makes her work her root harder in worry, extending that part of her soul out just a tad more to hopefully cover even more of her man. Annie pulls her time piece out of her pocket, holds it close to her ear and sighs to hear it still ticking steadily. 

It is the gift that Elijah sent to her after his first six months in deployment; he had written that it was to make up for how short or sloppy his letters may be. It is a classy and simple pocket watch, silver and white gold with ivy detailing around the border and a capital cursive A engraved on the back. As soon as it was in her hands she tied a red thread around the winding knob and called for eyes upon him. As long as it ticked, she knew Elijah's heart was beating. 

Annie sighs and settles the watch on her vanity then returns to stripping out of the rest of her jewelry and clothes of the day. She gets the fourth button of her dress loose when a sharp creak from her porch step catches her ear. Annie grabs her straight blade and starts to the front door, with a quick whisper to her ancestors for strength before she swings her door open with a hard glare in her eyes. 

Annie’s blade drops to the ground at the sight in front of her. 

There Smoke stood. 

His uniform shirt is neat but sweat soaks around the collar and the jacket rests in the crook of his elbow. His deployment bag is at his feet and a bundle of pink lilies and roses clutched in his thick fist that starts to tremble at the sight of her. Smoke’s other hand was poised to knock, it instead reaches forward and cups Annie’s cheek as he steps on to the threshold of her home.

“Damn, can’t a man at least knock?” He tries to joke, but his voice is thick with emotion and his eyes go watery. Annie grasps his hand so it presses against her skin and she can feel how warm blooded and alive her man is. 

“Ife mi! O ṣeun fun fifun ifẹ mi pada.” Annie breathes, as tears start to flow from her eyes and she kisses the palm of Smoke’s hand. She feels his trembling thumb rub the tears back into her skin for a moment as a look of awe fills his eyes. Annie swallows while bringing her hands up to the sides of his neck, a sigh of relief is shared between them when she presses in and feels Smoke’s pulse under her fingertips.

Strong, steady, lovely and alive. Her Elijah was alive and well and back with her at last. 

Smoke melts at such softness and care. Both of them close their eyes as their forehead gently meets and they share a deep breath together. Annie breathes in the smell of him, eucalyptus soap and cedar. Smoke takes a deep pull of her scent all floral, herbal and citrus. 

Instantly the man tosses the bouquet and jacket to the side so he can surge forward, both of his hands slip forward to hold her face. Smoke locks Annie into a deep and feverish kiss. 

The urgency and power of his strong steps forces Annie to step back as well, her hands slip down from his neck to grasp onto his firm biceps to anchor herself and kiss back just as passionately. Both hum, then moan between the smack of their lips and bump of their noses until finally Annie has to pull back for air. 

“Elijah!” she cries, cheer coloring her breathless pants and Smoke gives her his signature shy grin. Annie hums to see a peak of gold on the left side of his mouth. 

“Annie. Oh my Annie.” he says back, his hands raking down her sides until they rest in their rightful places on her hips. Smoke kisses into her neck like a teasing schoolboy and Annie giggles as his mustache tickles her hot skin. Smoke pauses to kiss her cheek with a wet smack, “Need err’ part of ya.” He groans in her ear with a tooth grazing her lobe.

Smoke starts at Annie’s temple with a tender shallow brush of lips, another faint kiss to the apple of her cheek, both of them chuckle as he pecks her nose. Finally Smoke comes back to her mouth, Annie moans as she takes the taste of tobacco and mint off his tongue once more. Annie grips a fistful of his shirt in each hand as Smoke takes his time to explore her mouth; tongue to tongue, teeth clashing, her bottom lip bit gently then soothed wetly.

Annie’s brows furrow for a moment, her hands go to his belt in a desperate and clumsy attempt to loosen it before Smoke has her eyes rolling back. Smoke lets off her lips to start trailing those kisses down her chin, then down the front of her throat. Annie gives a whiny choke when Smoke presses deep kisses onto the tender and sensitive flesh, lips sucking in time with her pulse until he is right over her heart pressing in a hickey. 

Annie hisses, clutching the leather of his belt then hums in pleasure when Smoke’s hands leave her hip to cup each of her breasts in his wide hands. He presses his callous thumbs in, then circles her nipples until he teases them hard through the linen of her daydress.

 Smoke goes back to licking the sweat off her throat as his hand yanks down through the rest of her buttons and the breeze of the room hits her bare front. Annie gasps at the coolness, her hands going limp at her sides and Smoke surges the two of them back until Annie is forced to sit in the plush armchair in the living room. Smoke stands solid and triumphant between her thick quaking thighs. 

Annie licks the sweat off her upper lip with lustful eyes at the heavy bulge tenting through his uniform trousers, her hand shoots forward and grasps it firmly. Smoke moans to the ceiling at her heavenly touch, slowly she rubs Smoke’s dick through fabric as if trying to sense each part of it by touch. Her nails trace faintly across his balls and Smoke’s bucking makes her mouth water for the girth of him to grace her throat. 

She can only get his belt unbuckled when Smoke abruptly grabs her hand and bends down to start kissing her fingers tips. Annie smiles and tries to pull her hand away but Smoke keeps trailing kisses up the back of it. He then turns her hand and presses his lush lips to the pulse point of her wrist. Going from a bend to a kneel Annie watches Smoke descend down until he kneels between her legs and leaves a hickey on her inner elbow.

 Annie’s other hand cups the back of his head, massaging through his rough curls. A giddy heat fills her belly to know that he had forsaken his brother’s plea for a haircut to get back to her quicker. 

That heat drops to her pelvis as his lips smoothly go from her arm to burying his face in her lap. Smoke uses his nose and a massage to the back of her knees to gently pry her thighs further apart so he can praise the plump flesh with wet kisses. With a teasing tongue he starts at the middle of her thighs. Giving each one a peppering of kisses and light bites, his hand firmly rubbing up and down her outer thighs until his hands grasp the soft flesh of her hips. 

It’s only for a minute before impatience to satisfy a craving, that only a musk covered scarp of her nightgown barely satiated, fills Smoke. Annie whimpers, throwing her head back as he kisses her lower lip with a suckling peck before his tongue drags through the crease made by the meeting of her pussy’s pouch and inner thigh. Annie bucks forward as Smoke’s nails dig crescent into the meat of her hips and her right leg is swiftly mounted onto his shoulder. 

The breeze outside loudly jingles her windchimes on the porch and Annie goes wide-eyed to see she was staring at glittering blue glass and the purple clouds of a sunset through her open front door. A spike of concern and a sense of indecency fills Annie in that moment. She tries to slow her man down by bringing her legs together just to grunt as Smoke forces them to stay open with a new strength that Annie knew promised to wreck her. 

She’s only able to cup the side of his head with a shaky hand, gently pulling at his ear for his attention; she is nearly sent off course again as he teases open her folds with a finger. 

“Elijah…. Th-the door, baby. Folks gonna see us!”

“Fuck ‘em. Let ‘em know I’m home. Let ‘em know I’m finna eat.” Smoke speaks into her pussy, words husky in arousal. 

“Th-the cha-air?” she tries to argue and she flinches with a whine as he brashily slap her tender pussy with his hand. As if to punish that wild thought of modesty.

“Imma getcha a throne. Just be good ‘n fuck dis face, baby.”

Smoke’s minty breath puffing over her core causes Annie to jitter. Her hands clutch the arms of the chair as his nose opens her and he can wrap his tongue around the pearl of her pussy with a sweet suck. 

“Orun ran mi lowo!” Annie whines aloud as Smoke’s tongue coax a heat to fill her belly and she fuck his face back in turn. Smoke peers up at her, nose to beard wet with her juices paired with a lustful glint in his eyes as he forces her to watch two fingers disappear into her body.

“Emi ni idahun re.” he whispers to her clit, flicking that pearl at the end of each word. Annie’s eyes go teary as he holds them in a stare and gives a wide lick over the front of her coozs before swallowing into her again. 

Smoke’s free hand squeezes his leaking dick tightly as Annie's breathless moans excite him. Her pussy rewards him with a juicy squirt that nearly chokes him, yet he swallows and dives his fingers faster into her to coax out more. Smoke finally shakes his belt completely open then pulls down the long zipper of his trousers letting his dick spring free. He’s rock hard and quickly he starts to stoke himself to the taste of his Annie.

“Right ‘ere Poppa, ri-ri, fuck! I can’t stop- ya gotta-her so wet! Elijah! Poppa!” Annie pleads. She bucks when Smoke groans vibrates within her as she tightly grips his curls in one hand. Annie faintly catches on to the obscene slick sound of Smoke jerking himself but it quickly fades away as he curls his finger in a special way to set a coil off in her belly.

“Fuck! I’m gon- I gonna-”

Annie can’t spit out her words past the crying moan as her orgasm crashes upon her and she floods Smoke’s face with the result. Her hand presses his head in deep, her thighs trap him still as she cums, yet her man powers though steadily pressing that button and slurping down every drop her coozs gave him.

Smoke brings his head up with his face dipping, beads of cum and salvia drip through his beard to sprinkle over Annie’s shivering thighs. Her man wipes his face roughly with his free hand then groans as her wets his dick with it leaning back so he she can watch. Annie bites her lips in at the sight of his throbbing and leaking dick bouncing in his hand as he braces himself to stand up. 

Annie strikes forward, her hand snatches into his shirt collar. Smoke gasps as her tight fist rips off the top two buttons when she drags him up and into her face. Smoke has to brace himself on the arms of the chair to not fall over her and Annie uses the angle to her advantage.  

Their lips crash into one another once more. Annie licks herself off his gums and Smoke chases into her mouth further to get it back. The smack of their lips nearly distracts her from her goal but the hot wet tip of his dick pokes her navel and Annie drags her hand down to it. 

“Wait. Baby.” Smoke pleads breathlessly and Annie shakes her head before kissing into his ear as her hand gripes the base of his shaft. Her middle finger curls between his balls before cupping them with a gentle squeeze that makes Smoke hiss and shake his head in disbelief. He pants as he tries to snatch back from her but grunts when Annie bites his ear lobe in reprimand before her soft hand firmly grips his velvety girth and starts to stoke him. 

“Dontcha snatch a’way from me! I been missing that dick, poppa. It ain’t fair you getta taste and I can’t even getta feel.” she grits into his ear before kissing under it and placing her share of hickies onto him. Annie runs her hands through the pool in her lap slicking her hand up before going back to jacking his dick. Her gut clenches every time the head of it pokes her belly and Smoke can’t help but whimper while his eyes roll at her touch.

“Please! I’m already leakin’, Ann. Let me put it in ya.” Smoke whines as he finally staggers to a stand. Before he can try to control the situation once more, Annie scoots forward in the chair! She grabs his hips to force hims still and steady letting his dick tap against her lips and chin as he stabilizes. Smoke looks down in awe at the scene; Annie’s wet and dark doe-like eyes stare him down lustfully, her lips glossed and puffy, her damp tiddies heaving with laborious breath. The pink of her tongue darts out and licks along the curve of him, teasing that vein on the side of his member just as her letters promised to do. 

“Shit.” he whispers as Annie gives his leaking tip a sloppy kiss before taking him down her throat with a heavy gulp. Smoke throws his head back with a groan, hands grasping the afros puffs on either side of her head. He hissing out random cuss words, the nigga couldn’t think of a coherent sentence at all in answer to her actions.

 Annie uses her nails to scratch into his hip then down the V of his pelvis until they brace against the front of his thighs while her head nods on him. Annie lets up until Smoke’s shaft is halfway out her mouth before swallowing back down to the base with a wet suck. It only takes a minute of this before his dick jumps with need and the movement choke Annie as he bucks. 

“Nah, dontcha choke now. You wanted dis.” Smoke tries to tease, he croaks out a chuckle when Annie swats the back of his thigh then quickens her soul snatching pace. Annie’s glare gives him a mild warning before they close once again, tears pearling out the corners, her man was rich tasting in her mouth. 

Smoke goes to speak but is shut up by her humming on him. Annie pulls him out her mouth slowly with the vibrato until his dick drags fully out of her mouth with a plop. Her lips enclose his tip, tongue swirling his head like a honey flavored sucker. 

Smoke cums with a guff shout that echoes out the open door. His only warning is a sharp jerk forward and twisting of Annie’s afro puffs. Annie opens her mouth wide as he nuts over her face and chest, licking it off both lips before swallowing his seed.

“Sorry poppa… I needed that real bad.” Annie says light with a flutter of her eyelashes when peers up at him and Smoke can’t help but cup her face in his steady hands. 

He kisses her forehead, “Dontcha ever apologize for your needs, baby. Never to me, just let me get em for ya. C’mon gotta get to bed.” Smoke says gruffly, Annie yelps then giggles as he bends down and sweeps her up in a princess carry. She tightly hugs around shoulders and tries to balance them so he will set her feet down. Smoke scoffs and dips her the opposite way with a playful kiss.

“Elijah! You ain’t gotta show off.” Annie laughs before humming in approval at the feel of his thick and firm chest. 

“Imma show ya something ‘ight. Mrs. Moore.” Smoke rambles as he finally kicks her front door close and takes her back to the bedroom.

“I ain’t tired!” Annie warns. Smoke gives her a quick kiss as he settles her on the mattress. She pulls the rest of her dress off, tossing it to the floor and leaving herself completely bare in front of him. Smoke eyes survey every part of her, taking in every inch of her rich and soft skin hungry makes his jaw flex to bite into her tender flesh. 

“Who da fuck said a word ‘bout sleepin’ ? Just lay there and breathe, let me get this dick ready for ya.” he tells her. 

Now it is Annie's turn to observe him, his brown had gotten darker from the harsh sun of war, nicks on his shoulders and chest from scrapes and grazes of close calls in combat. Where his muscles were once lean fitting, they had thickened, filled and firmed from his time half way across the world. Smoke’s dick starts to twitch and Annie hums as she goes to turn over on all fours (their usual position), Smoke stalks onto bed like a lion on the hunt and rolls her onto her back.

“Nah, I gotta see that face of yours. Pictures ain’t doing it no mo.” Smoke declares as he nudges her legs open. Annie grunts in surprise then moans as he folds one of her legs to her chest and wraps the other around his waist. 

Smoke settles on top of her, kissing her deep and slow while his limp dick lays against her pussy in preparation. The two lovers make out for a minute Annie rubs him down where she can, noting every ridge of muscle and scar under her finger tips. Finally, her hands rest on the sides of his neck again, feeling his strong pulse and the coarse black cord of the mojo bag on him. Annie sighs in relief as she feels Smoke’s dick harden and bob once again, the tip of it slides across her lower belly before pulling off then slowly entering into her.

Inch by inch, until all seven and a half inches stretches her open with tight fulfillment. God, can Annie still take him? It had been so long, had her pussy forgotten him? Once Smoke bottoms out, he’s moaning in her face and Annie devoured it. 

“Ya so tight Annie, ya grippin me. God I missed ya.” He mutters into her ear pulling out a few inches then trusting back in. They cry out together as the headboard thumps the wall. Smoke gives her three more slow, deep thrusts that keep him pressed into her chest before shaking his head and quickening the pace. Desperate to hear the sounds of her hips slapping his. 

Annie moans out, yes’es and Oh’s of pleasure puff out her lips for him. One hand stays laid against the side of his neck while the other hands grips the sheets in a tight fist. Smoke places his hands over hers, forcing Annie’s fingers to splay out so he can hold it in place for her. 

“Gonna have to measure ya fingers, get em fitted for a ring. You my wife now. Ya know that?” Smoke declares, words barely louder than the creak of the bed. 

“Ye-yessss, s-s-ir” Annie sputters before her mouth stretches out in a silent cry of pleasure. Smoke bites that wet bottom lips of Annie’s, digging her knee further into her chest so he can hit that spot in her again.

“Gonna build ya a shop, can’t have no dusty ass niggas up in my house smellin’ my woman. They don’t needa know how good this pussy is.” Smoke states again, looking into Annie's eyes and smirking as they roll back before she can register the hunger in his.

“Yes-s-s! ‘Lijah! Right… right there Poppa! This hooch all yours.” Annie gasps, tears streak from her eyes as her core tightens and she starts to flood over his dick. Smoke falters for a moment with a moan at the slickness, he locks in pressing both her knees up toward her chest. In and out. In and out. In and out, Annie is dragged over the sheets until one corner pops off the mattress barely stopped from folding in by the pillows. 

Smoke shakes his head as he watches her cream on him, the puddle left under them as he dick disappears inside her and reappears glistening from her juices.

“Imma blessed man looking at this shit baby. This tight puss, wettin’ ma dick. Ya so damn beautiful."

“Elijah!” Annie cries out, her back arching off the bed as she cums again, her thighs twist to lock him in, the blocked action makes her shake in pleasure. Her hands tighten dangerously around the sides of his neck and Smoke gulps for breath at the high of her choke hold on him. Her pussy grips just as firmly and it’s her man’s undoing.  

He drills once. Twice. Three times before bowing over her with a deep, bassy roar as he nuts deep within her. His hips trust with sloppy jerks as he spills inside her.

“Elijiah!” Annie cries out as he lays into her breast, Smoke muffles her whines with a deeply pressed kiss. They both sigh in love, Smoke resting his head on her collar bone and kissing over the mark he left over her heart. He presses his ear to it and prays to it, giving thanks to Annie for her loving soul. For giving him stability in a way that was unreal. 

Annie rubs the side of his head with a euphoric and exhausted smile on her face.

“I’m so glad ya home, my love. I worked every root I had for this moment.” Annie whispers after a while and Smoke chuckles with tears in his eyes at the declaration. He shuffles up so they are face to face.

“Thank you for being my home, Annie.”

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Translations:

1: Ife mi! O ṣeun fun fifun ifẹ mi pada. Eng: My love! Thank you for returning my love.

2:Orun ran mi lowo! Eng: Heaven, help me!

3:Emi ni idahun re Eng: I am your answer

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THIRD WHEEL

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 10

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Mending Hearts.

A reimaginging of Smoke and Annie's reunion with the idea that she doesn't take him back immediately, that Smoke has to work for it. This is from @margepimpson 's idea list that I was tagged in, thank you so much! Here's chapter 1, chapter 2 for sure (continuing from Annie's POV) will follow but maybe a chapter 3 as far as I can tell. No vampires! No KKK ambush. Just a good time and rekindling hearts 🥺 (love the film in entirety but I'm a sap for romance)

Smoke's heart rate raised when Annie's workplace came into view as he drove in his truck. Parking, stepping out and walking towards the shack, his legs shook a little with the surreal feeling of being back. He heard from people around town about Annie, few kids next to him in Bo's shop whispered about needing to visit 'Miss Annie' to pick up what their mother asked them to collect. Though the 'Miss' part annoyed him, his fault, he promised to buy better rings for the both of them when he gets back, it was relief to his ears hearing about her. On the way to the back, he saw through the front window a figure moving inside and his heart swelled.

Reaching their daughter's grave, he placed the flowers down by it and traced the small hand print on the stone. His fingers tingled remembering the small hand that had held his finger years ago. "Papa's here" He calmed her cries that remained in his mind. From his crouched position on the ground, he looked over his shoulder at the shack's back door and saw it was shut. Either she didn't notice him or she's ignoring him. Smoke raised to his feet and walked up to the door, knocking twice.

No response.

He peered through the screen door and a gap within the main door behind it, seeing her movements at the main table in the center winding up a root. The screen door covered up many details of her but his heart pounded against his chest from laying eyes on her. He needed to see her clearly.

She definitely heard the knock.

He knocked again though, watching her.

"I don't open the door to haints" Her rich, homely voice sent a shiver down his spine. He missed hearing her so much that her words took a second to register.

"You told me haints don't come out until nightfall" He never forgot the many things she taught him, including the make-believe hoodoo. He didn't really care about it but it was her livelihood, and he believed in her. His right hand ghosted over his jacket above where her mojo bag rested on his chest.

She didn't answer and Smoke watched her leave into the room connected to the main area of her shop. Where her stock was usually kept. He sucked his teeth and stepped back down the stairs towards his daughter again. Crouched down by her, he pondered in silence for a while before his thoughts began tangling in his head.

"Your mother won't let me in" He tapped the hand print stone "Send help". The babbling of his daughter echoing in his memories. "She'll listen to you" He continued talking to her.

He knew he took too long to come back. The plan in Chicago went sideways a few times and Stack and him had to reign it in to bring it back on track. He thought about Annie every day, every night, nearly drove all the way back to her one night. Stack kept him grounded in reality of their plan. Being here now, pockets full, he wasn't sure if it was worth it.

But the juke-joint will pay off somehow. They'll make it work. He can provide for his family then.

"Maybe I can-" The sound of her back door opening made him pause his conversation with his daughter and whip his head around, turning on his feet as he stood up straight.

There she stood, holding the door handle on the inside, his view of her clear as the sky. Blue patchwork dress hugging her body sculpted by God. The dreams he had of every part of her kept him going and also made him more insane than he already was before he met her. His feet brought him closer without thinking much of it until he reached the bottom of the steps and she spoke.

"Don't come any closer" She looked down to him with her piercing eyes.

He halted. It hurt but he wasn't going to disobey her.

"You come alone?" Her hand was still on the door, holding on to it as if ready to shut him out for good if he messes up.

"Yeah, Stack is on the other side of town" He held his hands together in front of him, looking up to her. There was silence that hung between their conversation, just staring.

"What you come back for?"

"We bought that ol' saw mill, gonna patch it up, make it into a juke-joint" He kept his composure under her discerning stare, and his fast beating heart. The adrenaline at shoot outs didn't compare to the rush of seeing his wife, let alone talking to her.

A smile played on her face and Smoke tried his best to hold it together.

"A juke-joint" She tilted her head down a little, a habit she has that always flattered her features. "This one of Stack's ideas?"

"Yeah, he figured tonight gonna be grand opening"

Annie chewed the corner of her mouth and rested her free hand on the door frame. "Thought you was done with the Delta, given how you never replied to my letters" Her smile disappearing, replaced by a serious one. "Through with me"

Smoke's mouth parted as his heart leaped to his throat. What the hell did she mea-. "You wrote to me baby?" His voice weaker than he meant to sound.

"Course I did, I was careful, with your plan and all, but I did."

"I didn't get any....We moved around a lot." He looked back and forth between her eyes. "I wanted to write to you but I couldn't risk the trouble we were in, heading back to you"

Her brows furrowed as she kept his eye contact. "You're lying"

That made him mad that she would say that. He placed a foot onto the first step to try and reason with her, get close so he can reassure her but she stood back. So he waited again. "Have I ever lied to you?!" His voice didn't raise but it started off strained. "It was one of my vows, that I never would lie to you"

He could tell she was getting worked up, her chest rising and falling faster and her mouth pursing her lips. It was the sound of kids walking in her front door that brought them both out of their stand-off, she let the screen door hang open and walked towards them. He climed higher and stood just outside the door frame.

"Just this Miss Annie" A small girl held up a jar. "And a pinch of High John". The other girl next to her stared at Smoke.

"Now, don't sell this on the way home, I don't want your mama coming at me crazy later" Annie's voice softened for the two children, gathering some of the High John into a small paper pouch and traded it for money that he clicked wasn't the money that'd work anywhere else.  The wad of real cash sitting fat in his pocket, ready to spend on his wife.

He glanced around the shop while they were discussing a few questions the girls had and realised the place didn't change much from how he remembered. New shelves were added in and Smoke wondered who nailed them to the wall for her. He watched Annie take out the blade from her dress pocket to slice open a packet she pulled from the drawer. Same blade she always carried.

He realised the other girl was still staring at him.

"Miss Annie, who's that man?" She pointed a finger to him.

Annie looked over her shoulder at him, brows raised and he slightly raised a brow back to her, wondering what she'll answer with. "Just someone I know, he means no harm, you can call him Mr Smoke Moore"

The girl with the jar whispered to the other in her ear and the same girl who asked about him had gasped, pointing again to him. "Momma told me you shot Mr Terry and that other guy in the town today!" She blurted out and the other girl smacked her arm shushing her.

Smoke almost laughed if it wasn't for Annie glaring at him, kids always made him laugh. He shrugged his shoulders. "Bo's patching them up" He reasoned and she shook her head, hurrying the children out the shop. On the way out he heard them gossip.

"Momma said Miss Annie was married"

"Mr Moore must of been her husband"

"Momma said the SmokeStack twins rob people"

The corner of his mouth tugged barely into a smile listening to them. First the girl outside of the Chow Family's shop and now these two. All three made him picture what his daughter would of grown up into if she had the chance. The hint of his smile wiped away when Annie approached him again, now more level in their eye contact and closer that he could smell the freshness from her body. Her soaps always had a citrus smell to them.

She gripped the inside door handle again. "Why you here Smoke? What you want with me?"

"We want you to come down to the opening, cook for us" He didn't lie. It was the truth. He just didn't say what was in his heart. She already looked like she wanted to kill him. He'd let her.

"Elijah"

He suppressed a groan of desire at hearing her voice with his real name. His emotions were all mixed up. So much of him is tied to her and he wouldn't have it any other way but it wasn't the time to be horny. Well...if she wanted to....

"It still hurts coming back here, but I told you I'd make so much money we wouldn't have to worry, and I did." His thumb ran over the knuckles of his other hand, maintaining eye contact. "I love you, and I miss you"

Her eyes shake in the eye contact until it breaks and she looks to the floorboards, between where they stood.

One of Smoke's fears before he left her was what if he took too long to come back that she fell out of love with him. When they initially spoke, the fear festered in his mind. But the longer they continued to talk, he knew it, could see it, that she was battling her mind and her heart. She loved him still, but she was hurt. His fault. He took too long.

She raised her head, eyes set firm. "I'll be there" She confirmed.

Smoke lost control a little and leaned towards her but she took a large step back and shut the screen door. "For that crazy brother of yours" She concluded.

She folded her arms under her chest and her hips tilted to the side. They stared at each other again for a moment until Smoke remembered how to speak. "I'll drive you down"

She turned away from him and walked back to the center table. "I don't need your help, I'll ask Grace"

He checked his watch and cursed under his breath at time slipping away from him. If he didn't leave now, it'll postpone the Juke's opening and they were already short on time due to that cracker Hogwood being late. He took one last look at her and turned, walking back down. "I'll see you there Annie, thank you"

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"So she didn't kill you!" Stack wrapped his arms around Smoke's, squeezing him in a bear hug and Smoke grunted from the force. He held him back by his shoulders and looked over him. "What happened? Is she coming down?" His wide grin glinted with the gold outlining one of his teeth. Smoke shrugged his hands off his shoulders and moved into the barn, glancing around at what needed fixing and where everything would be.

"Why didn't you offer to drive her down?" Stack hovered behind him with his hands on his shoulders again, kneading the muscles. "Did she say no? She isn't coming?"

"She didn't want me to, said she'll go with Grace" Smoke mumbled.

"I'm going by to pick them up soon, dropped Grace off at Annie's house" Bo appeared by their side, staring up at a hole in the ceiling that Smoke was checking out.

Stack cheered at seeing their old friend, Bo pulling him in for a hug "Good man!". He stood back and turned to Smoke again.

"I knew she couldn't resist, I dressed you well so she wouldn't!" He hit Smoke's back and Smoke couldn't help the glare that surfaced, aiming it to him.

"She's coming down to help you, not me" Smoke rubbed the side of his head.

"Really? Her words?" Stack and Bo glanced to each other and then both waited for Smoke to continue but he had enough of the interrogation.

"I'm not doing this, shut up" Smoke marched on forward, figuring out where to go and get away from the two but they trailed behind. He found Cornbread out the back of the barn loading up crates of beer they had smuggled down from Chicago. He greeted his old friend, the taller man happy to see him and asking how he was. They chatted more, helping him carry the crates in to the kitchen area when Stack spoke again.

"Cornbread, how's Annie been? My brother went to see her"

The taller man turned around slowly, eyes wide and watching Smoke. "You-you went to her workplace?" He asked quietly.

Confusion settled on Smoke's face. Why the hell would Cornbread be worried about him visiting his own wife?

"Sure did, what about it?" Smoke stared him down.

"I didn't mean nothing by it Smoke, just that uh..."

"Annie has a rifle" Bo chimed in and Smoke turned to him so fast he nearly lost balance. "Cornbread's thinking why you didn't get shot at".

At that explanation, Stack doubled over and hollered so loud, one hand clutching his stomach and the other smacking the counter top.

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@theegyal tagging for chapter 1! 💗

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LET THE MORNING DECIDE

Modern AU: Sinners

Stack x OC x Smoke

Mature Audiences only (18+) // EXPLICIT LANGUAGE

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3

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Saturday 7:23am

There she was…well, there they were. All three of them. Last night felt like a dream. Lena had always been so prudent. Never in a million years did she ever think that she'd wake up wedged between the two men she'd loved longest and wanted most in her life.

What started as a fun game of Truth or Dare between friends quickly turned into a passionate night where Truth met Desire. Now awake, a million thoughts swirled in her mind. Her muscles ached from hours of intertwined limbs and wandering mouths. She was exhausted, but in the sweetest way possible.

She'd been up for several minutes, just staring as dawn began to spill through the skylight above them. With it came the warm tinge of regret. Not the type of regret that carried guilt or shame, but the kind that created unease from an impending storm that had yet to come.

Smoke and Stack slept on, facing her, their arms draped across her waist as if one slackened grip might let her disappear. Lena laid there, breathed them in, and let herself feel wanted just for a minute before she recounted in her mind the steps that led to her present situation.

Friday 12:53pm

Lena couldn't wait to clock out. It was Friday. Payday. Most people didn't even bother to show up to the office because of the long weekend ahead. She could have wfh today, but she liked the silence.

Her grey cubicle sat in the furthest corner of the room, closest to the windows, but miles away from the exit. She usually kept her desk clutter free aside from the leaning tower of documents threatening to slide off her desk. At its center sat her computer; to the right, a fake plant propped up a cracked frame holding a weathered photo of her and the twins.

Lena had met Smoke and Stack back in tenth grade study hall, when she signed up as a volunteer tutor. They were lanky then, still growing into themselves, but even back in high school, they stood out.

Smoke, the older twin, was silent, a boy of very few words, but carried himself with a type of confidence that made people notice him whenever he entered a room. Action was everything with him, and what was understood didn't need to be spoken out loud.

Stack, however, was the more boisterous twin. Quick minded and slick talking, he could charm the panties off a nun. He was the type of person who knew how to work the room and everyone who was in it. Always there to lighten the mood or flip the energy on a dime.

What started as a few study sessions turned into a regular thing, and then something deeper. By the end of the semester, Lena wasn’t just tutoring them; she was their go-to girl, and they'd been inseparable ever since.

Lena had been working diligently until her phone buzzed. Stack's name lit up her phone's notifs, and sent a surge of excitement down her spine.

1:12pm - StackMo: Wyd??? 👀

1:15pm - Lena: At work, bout to get some lunch w/Chelle. Waiting on her to come down so we can head out together😋 Wyd?

1:17pm - StackMo: Just got up. Bout to pick up me and Smoke's fits for tonight.😏

1:18pm - SmokeMo: NIGGA, YOU JUST GETTIN UP? You should've been up!! We got shit to do!!! I'm over here at the club calling yo' damn phone cause I need you down here.

1:22pm - StackMo: 🙄....Anyways....U comin to the party t'night Lena? 👀

1:23pm - Lena: Oh yea, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y'ALL 🎂 🥳 🎉

1:25pm - StackMo: Thank ya, thank ya 🙂‍↕️

1:29pm - SmokeMo: NIGGA DO YOU NOT SEE ME CALLIN U!!! ANSWER DA PHONE FOOL!!!!!

1:30pm - StackMo: So U comin to the party or nah 🤪?

1:31pm - Lena: Yea, I'm comin 🤗 What's the dress code?

1:35pm - StackMo: Fly N Freaky. We comin as fly. Ladies are comin as freaky 😈

1:36pm - Lena: Oh 😶...Let me see if I got something suitable in my closet 😅 lol

1:37pm - SmokeMo: Don't worry bout the dress code. Just come as yoself. Besides, you'll only be celebratin one twin, as my worser half will be dead IF HE DON'T GET HIS BLACK ASS OUT THAT GODDAMN BED!!!!

1:38pm - StackMo: C...U DTM 🙄… I'm already omw🤨

1:39pm - SmokeMo: .... Nigga, I see yo’ location.

Lena couldn't help but laugh to herself as she let the bickering twins continue to bicker like two grumpy old men. She didn’t even notice Chelle walking up until her friend flopped into the cubicle next to her.

Lena had the biggest smile plastered to her face.

“Girl, what's got you smiling so big?”

“The twins are actin’ up in the chat again. Today's their birthday, and they were asking to see if I was coming to their party or not.”

“And you are going, right?”

Chelle's eyes narrowed like she already knew the answer.

“I'm going, I just gotta find something appropriate to wear.”

“APPROPRIATE?! Ain' shit appropriate about them niggas. I wouldn't be surprised if the theme was to come in nothing but glitter....just naked”

“Well....Stack did say the theme was Fly N Freaky.”

Chelle rolled her eyes.

“Oh Lord. If I had a dollar for every freaky-ass theme they came up with. Remember when the cops showed up last year and ended up staying for the party?”

Lena chuckled, cheeks turning red. A time was had that night, and she remembers every part of it. She was proud of her boys.

Most people had known the SmokeStack twins for years, their reputation often preceding them, and not in the best light. With the advent of opening their nightclub, they've taken a bad rep and flipped it on its head.

Smoke managed the business. He drew up the plans, closed the deals, and ran the operations. Stack was the pitchman. He found the funds, charmed investors, and promoted the club. In no time, the twin's business that they started a few years ago had taken off.

Chelle leaned in, grinning slyly at her friend.

“Mmhmm...So which twin you 'gon be going home with tonight?”

Lena straightened up her back instantly.

"Neither one! It's not even like that with them."

“Mmmhmm…”

“I’m serious!”

She said, looking away.

“Smoke said I could just come as myself... but...”

“But?”

Chelle pressed, nosy as hell.

“...I just… don't want to look outta place, is all. Nothing more, nothing less."

Chelle threw her hands up in protest.

"Fine, I'll let it go....for now. So what are you going to wear?"

Lena, now looking at her friend with hesitation, hands fidgeting together, before she blurts out her answer.

“I was just gonna put something on from my closet.”

Chelle gave her a pointed look. That “girl, now you know better” stare. And honestly, she wasn't wrong.

Lena was far from being a fashionista. She wore her glasses out of habit, not need, and stuck to a neutral wardrobe: linen V-neck shirts, slacks or mid-rise boyfriend jeans, cardigans or blazers she paired to pull everything together… or to blend in. The only real showstoppers were her accessories: shoes, bags, and jewelry collected during her debutante days, tucked in her closet like old memories waiting for their second life.

They held the silence until Lena broke.

She got up, leaned on Chelle’s shoulder, arms locking onto hers, looking up to her in a pleading manner. Chelle looked down into Lena's puppy dog eyes, both women breaking into a giggle.

Chelle exhaled, chuckling at her friend's persuasive front.

“I'll help. But it's going to take A LOT of work. So grab your purse, and leave that laptop here. The work day is done, and the weekend is calling us."

Lena squealed, locking arms with her friend as they headed for the exit and out into the afternoon sun.

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Friday 4:50pm

“Now bih. I know that is not what you decided to pick out. Go put that back!”

At this point Chelle started to get irritated with her friend. The two had spent the last three hours going from store to store at Clarksdale's only mall. When Chelle signed on to help Lena out, she didn't think it would take almost all afternoon, but she should have known better.

They were inside Club Juke, the raunchiest boutique in Clarksdale. The walls were lined with outfits backless, blinged with rhinestones, and some outfits looked more like statements than fabric.

Lena mumbled.

“What's wrong with this one?”

Chelle pinched the bridge of her nose, lips pursed as to hold back from cussing her friend out.

“What's NOT wrong with it?!”

Of all the things Lena could have picked out, somehow she chose a beige, sleeveless, turtleneck, ankle length, body contouring maxi dress. Chelle was confused as to how she was even able to find that dress here.

Chelle paused and leaned against the round clothing rack as if to collect her composure.

“Lena baby, you gotta work with me! You're not going brunching with your mama and her church friends. You’re angling for two birthday boys and a room full of Clarksdale’s baddest.”

Chelle didn't lie. Smoke and Stack were always attractive men and never had issues garnering wandering glances from women. Stack rotated so many women in and out, you'd think he was selling ass. Smoke wasn't shy either. Unlike Stack, he held a steady stream of visitors who came to "catch up" whenever they passed through town.

Lena’s shoulders curled inward. She clutched the hanger like a shield

Chelle's face began to soften. Her lips parted into a frown as her downturned eyes pierced Lena's saddened gaze. 

“I just want you to stop being scared and make that leap before it's too late. Better you warm their beds than some random filly”

Lena’s laugh came thin.

“...Beds…Plural…Classy...”

“Facts.”

Chelle’s gaze flicked to the dress.

“Put Sister Wife Beige back, and let’s find you something more enticing.”

The levity of Chelle's words sounded harsh, but Lena knew it came from a place of tough love. She didn't know when it happened, but over time, feelings for both twins had settled deep within her heart. She secretly loved when Stack would teasingly flirt with her, even though she met his comments with a simple nudge or an eye-roll and fastly changed the subject.

As for Smoke, she looked forward to feeling the weight of his gaze, piercing every part of her being. She’d avoid eye contact just to keep from unraveling, yet from the corner of her eye, she could always feel him watching her.

They were her only friends, besides Chelle. Crossing that line was out of the question, but lately, Lena had felt uneasy about their relationship. Their schedules were packed, their time scarce, and now she had to schedule a damn calendar invite just to hug them.

“EARTH TO LENA!!!”

Chelle snapped, drawing attention from everyone in the store, including the cashier in the front.

“Y'all can go back to shoppin'. Nothin’ to see here”

She then turned back around, eyes focused on Lena.

“Girl, are you okay? I've been trying to get your attention for the longest. Got me screamin’ in these people's store.”

Lena, now out of her daze, was now focused on her friend holding up a gaudy outfit.

“Oh, hell no…..No……NO!!”

"OH HELL YES!!!"

“How would I even put that on? There's barely any material there. It's just straps…and rhinestones…”

“Exactly! That's all you really need for a Fly N Freaky ass party.”

“I'm NOT buying that, and I'm certainly not wearing it.”

“YOU ARE WEARING THIS! Don't worry about buying anything, because it's on my man today.”

Chelle held up a platinum credit card with a name inscribed on the front that did not seem to belong to her.

“Does Chance know you have his credit card?” 

“Girl, what HIS is MINE, and what's MINE is MINE. That's how relationships work.”

Lena busted out in laughter.

“Oh,and before I forget…..”

Chelle’s eyes gestured down.

“What?”

Chelle gestured again. This time, she looked directly at Lena's pants. Blinking intensely.

"Wha-? Are you having a stroke?? What are you doing?"

Chelle sucked her teeth. Tired of friends obliviousness.

“Lord, pray for her!....your situation..is it...SITUATED??”

"OH!!!...Well…"

Chelle stops Lena before she can even answer.

Exactly! So quit your whining! I’m buying this outfit for you, YOU’RE GONNA WEAR IT, and that's the end of it. Besides, we still have to tame that ‘situation’ before the party.

“Fine!”

Defeated but buzzing, Lena followed her to the register. Every step a mix of dread, excitement, and something she half expected all along.

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Wading Towards Shore Pt1

A/N: I bet yall forgot I be writing angst too! 😈

Smoke and Annie settle back into life with one another once again. However, Annie can't help but let her insecurities of being left being creep into her mind at same time she is plague with bizarre dreams of grief and fish.

Trigger Warnings: grief, dream sequences, mentions of child loss and drowning

Annie was a strong woman. A woman who prided herself on being able to build up her root and to better herself.

Annie has had seven years of solitude, a brutal supernatural night of bonding and survival, and finally a year of reconciliation with Smoke to push passes… it. 

She should have the strength to push past the aching tangle of rage, sadness, longing and resolve Smoke planted in her heart. Annie likes to pretend that the night that he ran away from her (and their shared loss) to Chicago was just a nightmare. 

She tries to forget that her breasts had dried of milk just four days before those brothers drove off in the blue light of dawn to the north. She pretends that the ashes from the note and money he left for her doesn’t linger in the old firepit out back. For seven years Annie bit the lie bumps off her tongue from the amount of times she lied to Mary, declaring she was fine, that the twins wrote and they were fine, and that the bones told her they’d be back any day now and Stack was gonna wife her next. 

Annie is fine now. 

The Nile was just a river hundreds of miles away from her. She is over that fleeting insecurity that she’ll never be enough for her soulmate to stay (Smoke is back with her after all, sleeping right beside her on the mattress at this very moment). She is over that petty fear of being left alone. She is over the fear of being abandoned. 

Annie had worked a strong root to heal her heartaches, damnit! She is over it, so over those insecurities that her and Elijah built a whole house together! Four rooms, a basement, indoor plumbing, a wrap around porch and a greenhouse! They built that together.

So, Annie had no reason to fear the possibility that her and Elijah’s love had combined together once again to make something more than just a home and that she could be with...

Annie is fine.

She is a healthy woman with a healed heartache! She's got her man back and he ain't going anywhere, not off with money, not off with another woman, not running away again. So! There wasn't a thing wrong with her.

Not a thing is growing in her, she is not-  

Annie is back in her dreams again.

She finds herself dressed in light blue and basket weaving in a field of butterfly weeds. The breeze cool and gentle, the sun warm and bright, water laps around her and minnows tickle her feet, a bone white bass leaps high sprinkling Annie with twinkling water splashes.

No… no water… there shouldn’t be water here. 

Annie focuses on the weaving, she can’t knot the reeds, but there goes those two big shining goldfish splashing and bumping into her ankles like a child wanting att-

Annie stands abruptly,  the wind swirls dark clouds overhead as she dashes away from the waters. Her feet pound the dirt until it melds into mud, then slashes into marshy shallow waters. Annie can’t help but cry as she runs into deeper waters now. She forces herself to stop, chest heaving and aching as she tries to breath ties to race away but is paralyzed as the water rises and rises over her.

Now here she stands at the bottom of the Mississippi river, her breath is a cloud of bubbles while the minnows racing by feel like whizzing bullets.

Annie can only brace herself and scream as two golden fish the size of ferry ships crash into her.

Annie wakes up with a jolt, a wave of nervous nausea slamming her just as quickly and she catches the dry gag into her hand. She is barely able to swallow it back when Smoke snaps awake and sits up as well at her hitch of breath. Annie shivers as his arm wraps around her shoulders then forces her face towards him so he can inspect her. Smoke frowns as Annie barely swallows back a sharp sting of heartburn, her hands clutching together over her chest in a plea for strength.  

“Ya okay? Sumthin’ spook ya?” He asks, before she can answer Smoke stares out their window turning his ear to calculate the creaks of the house. 

“Want me to get Stack to check the boundary? It’s like fo’ in the mornin’, he still out ‘dere” Smoke strategizes and Annie shakes her head. Annie gently pulls away from his hold, swinging her legs over the side of the bed so she can force her head between her knees to breathe through the sharp dizzy need to throw up. 

“Ann? Baby, what’s wrong?” Smoke asks his voice low and deep from sleep, he rubs a hand up and down her spine in comfort. Smoke goes to curl an arm around her middle but Annie abruptly stands, his touch too much.

Annie stands there, back to Smoke with hands on her achy hips, just trying to breath through this…sickness…not not sickness just, nerves. Annie’s nerves were bad from a nightmare is all. It has been storming lately, she’ll have to tell the weather man at the newspaper about her concerns in case the riverbend outside of town floods. 

“Annie? You okay?” Smoke asks again, his concern prickles the hot skin of her neck.

“Huh? Yeah… yeah I’m fine ‘Lijah. I had a bad dream is all.” Annie says in a croaky whisper.

“A dream dream or one of dem premonitions?”

“I…I don’t know right now. Gonna throw some bones ‘bout it.” Annie excuses as she sways out of their bedroom into the hall. She ignores the bed creaking behind her, determined to go towards their office at first, but quickly staggers into the bathroom to vomit instead. Annie only makes it to the sink before losing her dinner, fearful tears prick her eyes at the sounds of Smoke’s hustling steps in the hallway. She slams the door closed before kneeling over the toilet and gagging again.

“Annie! What the Hell is goin’ on witcho?” Smoke asks through the door. Annie shakes her head in frustration.

“Go on somewhere, Smoke! Just…just give me a minute.” She grumbles before spitting out the sour taste in her mouth just to heave again. Smoke still stands on the other side of the door, “Smoke?” he mouths in disbelief with a frustrated sigh as he opens the door.

“Now Woman…”

“Go on somewhere, Man!” Annie retorts before fighting off another wave, by the time she comes back to herself Smoke sits on the edge of the tub rubbing the back of her neck. Annie hums when he presses the back of his hand to the side of her forehead then holds her cheek, his thumb rubbing away the tears from where her eyes watered.

“Ya ain’t too warm, just clammy.” Smoke reports and Annie shrugs. “Told ya, that dream just rattled me.” 

“Never seen one make ya sick before… ‘cept when-”

“Let’s just go back to bed.” Annie mutters over him, blinking up at him with sad sleepy eyes. Smoke frowns but nods firmly. Annie bites back a whimper when his hands leave her face. (Is he going to leave her? Where is her running to with out her again?)

Instead of vanishing into mist like her mind projected, Smoke’s arms go under hers and gently he brings Annie back to her feet. Annie goes to pull away but is stopped by Smoke wrapping her to his chest in a comforting embrace, Annie lets her head rest above his heart. 

“You wanna talk ‘bout it?” Smoke asks after a quiet moment and Annie shakes her head.

“ Elijah please, I jus’ wanna go back to bed.” Annie tells him, he leads her over to the sink where she quickly rinses out her mouth. Smoke holds her hand steady as he leads the two of them back to bed. Annie lays down but stops Smoke from tucking the sheet back around her, the action makes Smoke lift an eyebrow in question. Annie smacks her lips, Smoke sighs and climbs in on the other side.

“No cover?”

“Too hot.”

“Too hot? You ain’t complain bout that in a while.” Smoke notes, easing back in bed. He extends his arm out and Annie shuffles into the space he’s made. Her head resting over his heart when his arm then cuddles her close by the shoulders. Annie hums and settles further into him, closing her eyes as she lets out a sigh.

The next time Annie wakes up to sunlight shining on her face while her hand meets the cool and empty side of bed. Panic strikes Annie in the chest, she tries to calm herself by looking at the clock on the wall, it reads 10:06 and that makes her scramble out of bed to search for her man (again.)

The sheets tangle around the bottom of her legs causing Annie to yelp as her side crashes into the vanity. Annie holds on to the edge of the wood trying to get her breathing under control (Why and the world wouldn’t Smoke wake her up, it’s so late! )

“Elijah!” she chokes out with tears prickling her eyes. 

Silence. It feels like water is filling her lungs and the sharp bards of catfish cut her calves.

“Elijah!” Annie calls out louder this time. A cabinet door closes loudly and a gruff, “Huh?” answers her from the kitchen. 

Annie swallows down her lump of panic until it melts into a fading anxiousness at his clueless answer. She roughly wipes away the stray tears and slips into her house coat. Annie made way to the kitchen with quick steps, Smoke meets her in the doorway. In one hand is a bowl of scrambled eggs with a buttermilk biscuit drowned with apple butter and the other a chilled lemonade. 

“There ya is.” Annie mumbles, more to herself than to him, then gives him a kiss. 

“Mornin’” Smoke says as soon as his lips are free. There is a soft somberness in his tone before Annie can linger about it; Smoke presses the bowl into her hands before turning back into the kitchen. Annie hums as she makes her way through the back door and onto their porch, Smoke follows behind her with peach preserves smothering his biscuits and a steaming coffee mug. The two settle into their respective chairs on the west facing deck, Annie squints at the three-room shotgun cabin at the edge of their new property line as she eats.

The cabin is a solid thing painted creamy white to reflect the light with a slimmer porch tucked behind three huge jasmine shrubs to block more light. A big outdoor tub rests on the north side of it and the only window on it is two skinny panels of frosted glass facing east towards them. A navy wool curtain is currently pulled taught to close as if not to let a single steam of sunlight in. Annie looks down to see two sets of deer antlers covered in dried blood resting on the path leading up to the cabin door. 

“Glad they got back in time last night. Mary said Stack’s been lingering until it’s blue dawn.” Annie says and Smoke hums as he lights his pipe. 

“Had ‘im do another patrol around the riverbend fo’ they went in fo’ the day. Since ya was spooked I had ‘im make sure them honkies stay in they spot.” Smoke says as he smoothly puffs out a cloud of tobacco high over their heads. Annie resisted the urge to take a deep whiff of it like she did when she was first preg-

Annie stuffs a forkful of eggs in her mouth to shake away the ridiculous thought. Smoke puffs again and Annie takes a swallow of lemonade to chase the urge off again, maybe she was wanting the habit. (she hasn’t smoked tobacco since she was 14 and tried to impress Smoke by stealing a pull off his cig, she promptly choked on it)

“You ain’t have to do that for me.” Annie says and Smoke shakes his head. 

“Why wouldn’t I? You talkin’ nonsense.” 

Annie rolls her eyes then makes a point to lay her legs over his and look away. Smoke chuckles at her antics continuing to smoke and eat. It’s Annie’s turn to giggle when he locks their ankles together. Soon the bugs buzz and some of Annie’s goats and chickens belt for attention, the birds call out loudly for one another overhead. Annie takes a deep breath, trying to smell for the chance of rain (not to smell tobacco!), instead she sneezes like a barn kitten on the pollen and Smoke smothers laugh behind a gulp of coffee. 

He is quick to dodge to the left when Annie goes to pinch his side.

“Dontcha laugh, Man!”

“I ain’t say a word, Woman!” 

“Yeah right. Whats the plan for today?” Annie asks

“Well, first imma leave ya again. Imma promise to write, then never do it. And the-”

“Da fuck you say!?” Annie spits, she whirls her legs away from him then slams her feet to the ground as she stands. A desperate and hurtful fury fills her as she glares down into Smoke’s bewildered eyes.

“What da fuck you heard? I said we going to Bo’s to getcha libation stuff!” he argues as he scrambles up as well, breakfast and pipe abandoned to his chair.

Annie blinks hard at him, once, twice, on the third time she opens her eyes to see Smoke’s has stepped in close and his hand cradles her face. Seeming to search Annie’s eyes for any kinda answer to this shifting pendulum of emotions from her.

Smoke frowns in deep concern, Annie can practically taste the sadness rolling off of him at her behavior. (The fuck he sad for? He can just leave all the sadness in her like last time) She tries to look away but Smoke won’t allow it, stepping in another step and enclosing her between himself and the porch post.

“Now, Antonia Moore, you talk to ya husband now.” Smoke instructs with a pointed look and Annie scoffs.

“Oh, so now my husband likes talkin’? Took ya eight years to learn that new trick huh?” Annie snaps. Smoke’s eyebrows shoot up, his hands drags down until the rest on her shoulders to hold down his tremors.

“Annie? What the hell is wrong? Ya sick or sumthin’? Or is it-” Smoke asks again, pushing past Annie’s anger to get to her hurt. Annie shakes his hands off her and marches down the porch steps towards their daughters tree “Or is it what? What you know, Smoke?” Annie snaps once more. 

"You own my name woman, you betta use it. Now talk to me Ann, I'm hurting too." Smoke scolds as he grabs Annie’s wrist to stop her running off. Annie whirls around, at the last minute forcing her free hand down to clutch the fabric of Smoke’s shirt so she wouldn’t hit him. Smoke bites his lip as tears gather in the corners of his eyes to see Annie shaking with the energy of emotions she refused to communicate to him. 

But he had an idea for this cause. 

“You best unhand me! Fuck you know about how I hurt?” Annie argues, tears in her voice as well to see him tearing up. Her chest burns in an aching familiar way that Annie must swallow down and push past. Her mind is a haze of fury and hurt that want to drown her. Smoke shakes his head, pulling her close again he rests his hand over hers on his chest. 

It's gonna rain today, Annie can feel it.

“Today’s July 1st…. I’m sorry today’s July 1st.” is all Elijah says in a croaky whisper.

Those words are like scissors on puppet strings and Smoke braces the both of them as Annie’s knees buckle. Annie collapses into his arms, forehead knocking his chin and all Smoke can do is hold her tight and ease them to the ground as she wails. It is a sound Annie hasn’t let out in eight years, a deep bellied, soul shattering wail that silences the buzz of bugs and animal calls, it even pauses the wind from jiggling her blue glass chimes, even the heat goes still, choking the air.

Smoke lets his own tears roll as Annie pounds the side of chest with a mix of hysterical and weak thumps. Annie alternates between clutching him back and buckling around as if to tear out of her skin as she cries. Smoke holds on strong and steady to her while the black curtain across the way moves and waves, tugs taunt as if someone was fighting the decision to open it wide to the morning sun. 

It is the same wail of aching grief that Annie cried when her daughter let out her last breath at just 9 months old.  

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Absolutely no one:

Sinners fanfic writers: **new chapter update**

Me: BRB, bout to escape and enter my magical fantasy world.

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Just to be extra clear (so no one jumps me)

The first divination she did at the juke was for herself. It foretold that she was going to die. It was also one of the reasons she asked Smoke to kill her just in case she turns; she didn't want her soul to be trapped on earth. Which is also why she tells Smoke she has somewhere to be (i.e: with her baby girl).

The second divination was for Smoke; the divination was unclear bc it was ultimately going to be his choice. Had he kept the mojo bag on, he would have lived, but with nothing to live for, he made the decision to die and be with his wife and baby eternally. A very bittersweet ending 😭

Annie telling Smoke "I'll see you soon." makes me think some part of her knew he wasn't going to live much longer... that she wouldn't be without him for long. That they'd be together with their little girl soon...

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My type of carrying on 🫠❤️

Flour & Fire pt.2

Smokestack twins x baker!reader

People talked.

Of course they did.

Two men and one girl. Two brothers no less. And Lily the bakery girl? The one who’d never caused a stir in her life. Shy thing. Always wore lace at her collar and kept her eyes low when she passed men on the street.

Now? Folks said she walked different.

And she did. A little straighter. A little softer. Like somebody loved her good and slow.

Because they did.

Stack and Smoke weren’t easy men. Never had been. They fought dirty when they were boys and flirted worse when they got older. Stack with his grins and gold tooth flashing, always talking too close. Smoke with his silence and principles that had women wanting more.

They weren’t gentle. Not to nobody.

But with her… Lord. With her, they were something else.

⸻

At home, being with them felt was very different from what she was accustomed to.

Stack would pull her into his lap in the middle of the day, flour still on her arms, and kiss her and Whisper things that made her knees buck.

“You can’t say stuff like that,” she’d murmur, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.

He’d grin. “Why not? Ain’t it true?”

Smoke didn’t say much. He showed it instead. In the way he carried her to bed when she fell asleep in his lap. In the way he rubbed her feet after a long day.

Late at night, she’d lie between them. Stack behind her, arm tossed across her hip. Smoke in front, watching her like he was making sure she was still real.

“You alright?” Smoke would ask, low and rough.

She always nodded.

But the truth was, sometimes she still couldn’t believe it.

⸻

She didn’t go out much. Not since folks started whispering about her, she wasn’t one with gossip.

But one Saturday, Stack looked up from tying his boots and said, “You comin’ with us tonight.”

“To where?”

“The juke,” he said like it was obvious. “Ain’t no reason you gotta stay hid.”

She hesitated, fingers tightening around the cup in her hands.

Smoke met her eyes. “Don’t worry ‘bout what they gon’ say.”

But she wasn’t worried about them.

She was worried about being seen. About standing in their world with her soft, unsure steps. About not fitting beside men like them.

Still, she nodded.

⸻

The juke joint sat on the edge of the woods the old saw mill. The night pulsed with music even before they reached the door. Harmonica and piano. Laughter and liquor.

Inside, filled with people and heat. Men leaned too close to women. Tables crowded with gin and cards men gambling they life away.

She shrank toward Smoke without meaning to, and his hand found hers immediately.

Stack was already grinning, slapping backs and laughing like he belonged to the place, which he did. Everybody in there knew them. Knew they were trouble. Knew they could fight if they had to.

But when Stack looked back and saw her still pressed close to his brother, he came back just as fast.

“You want somethin’ to drink?” he asked, voice softer than he used on anybody else.

Lily shook her head. “You know I don’t drink.”

He nodded, hand brushing her lower back. “I hear you baby.”

They stayed at her side, stack and Smoke behind her like a shadow. Men looked, of course they did. But not for long. Not with both twins standing near enough to make their intentions clear.

One bold fool tried to cut in while Stack was laughing with someone across the room.

“You don’t look like you belong with them boys,” the man said, leaning too close, voice thick with liquor. “Pretty lil’ thing like you oughta be treated gentle.”

Smoke stepped in before Lily could speak. Grabbed the man’s wrist in a way that didn’t look angry, but made the drunk freeze up all the same.

“She is treated gentle,” Smoke said, low.

Smoke whispered something to stack, but Lily didn’t catch it.

As smoke grabbed the man by his shirt she assumed to kick him out. Stack had distracted her, hand going to her waist.

“C’mon,” he murmured. “We dancin’.”

“I don’t dance,” she whispered, cheeks burning.

“You do with me.”

And he was right.

Because when Stack pulled her into the center of that room, it didn’t matter how many people stared. She didn’t care. Not with one hand on his shoulder and one held tight in his, moving to the rhythm of the piano and fiddle. Not with his mouth close to her ear, saying things only she was meant to hear.

She danced because he made her feel confident.

And later, when the night stretched long and Smoke drove them home, Lily rested her head on Stack’s shoulder and let her hand curl into Smoke’s lap, just resting there.

⸻

Back at the house, Stack peeled her out of her dress slow, mouth warm against her neck, murmuring, “You smell so good, sugar. It’s gon be a long time before we let you come out the house.”

Smoke kissed her shoulders, pulled her into bed like she was something sacred.

Stack then kissed her not like earlier, not playful. Deep. Slow. His tongue swept past her lips with no hesitation, and she let him in, hands trembling as they found his chest.

Behind her, Smoke moved steady. He let his hands wander over her stomach, up between her breasts, fingers tracing her skin, like he was memorizing the shape of her.

She gasped when his mouth found her shoulder, and Stack kissed her harder at the sound.

They took her to the bed together, Stack pulling her down onto the mattress while Smoke undressed behind her, moving without rush. She was caught between them again.

Stack’s tongue traced her skin Down her collarbone, across her chest, licking at her nipple until she whimpered and tried to close her thighs.

“Don’t hide from me now,” he said, grinning into her skin. “You so damn soft. Let me taste all of you.”

Smoke settled behind her, bare now, his hand spreading her legs.

“You wet already,” he murmured into her ear. “That for me or him?”

“Both,” she breathed, voice high and shaking.

Stack chuckled against her belly, his mouth trailing lower.

Until then his mouth was on her clit hot, wet,pleasing her with slow licks, his tongue working her until she bucked under him, helpless, the sound of her moans swallowed by Smoke’s mouth as he kissed her.

They took their time.

Stack went slow, lips and tongue teasing her until her whole body was trembling, her thighs clenched around his head. Smoke kept her grounded, hand rising to her jaw, mouth by her ear, whispering how good she was doing.

When she came, it wasn’t quiet. Her voice broke into a soft cry, her fingers in Stack’s hair, her body arched and shaking between both of them.

Stack wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes dark. “You ready?”

Lily could barely nod.

They laid her back, and Stack took her first, slow, deep, his mouth pressed to hers while he filled her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands wrapped around him as he whispered filth and sweetness into her mouth, into her throat.

When she came again, it was with his name in her mouth and tears in her eyes.

Smoke didn’t rush.

He held her after, kissed her lips soft before easing into her from behind, one arm around her chest, holding her close to his chest as he pushed into her slowly, deeply.

She was sensitive, but she needed him. His breath stayed low against her shoulder, and she moaned, caught in the heat between both their bodies.

It was different with Smoke. He didn’t talk, didn’t tease. Just gave her everything she needed whether it was rough or soft.

When it was over, she was limp between them, heart thudding, lips parted.

Stack kissed her shoulder, her cheek, her hand. “You okay?”

She nodded, too tired to speak.

Smoke tucked the cover over her body, brushing her curls away from her face.

“Rest,” he said.

And she did, not just because she was tired, but because she knew she was safe.

Because when she lay in the center of their bed, she knew this was hers.

All of it

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She actually did. The first time we see her doing divination for herself, and the second time was for Smoke. Smoke honestly could have lived if he kept her mojo bag on, but with his brother undead and his wife dead, he didn't have anything else to live for. He was ready to die 😭

Annie telling Smoke "I'll see you soon." makes me think some part of her knew he wasn't going to live much longer... that she wouldn't be without him for long. That they'd be together with their little girl soon...