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her lips are killing the fuck out of me my goddddd. she looks so softt

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I want to be Ruby and Christinaβs third.
I really need Chris brown dead
i need to be strapped in missionary and made to hold eye contact
How i feels going into work every single fkn time I HATE MY FUCKING JOB BITCH

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πβ.Λ tailor-made lovinβ | annie moore oneshot.
cw | suggestive. black fem!reader. wlw. MEN DNI. sheβs not with smoke. tiny mention of homophobia. allusions to cunnilingus. lowk reader act like preacher boy @ the end oops :3 word count: 1.4K
The Mississippi sun had been tucked away in the thick clouds, and a hush rolled over the shop, creating a soft, illuminated look to the room. The familiar scent of sandalwood incense clung to the fabrics surrounding you. Business has been slow this week, ainβt no orders. Ain't a wandering eye in the windows. The scuff marks on the floor reminded you that it would get busy again; time just needed to stretch its legs.
And maybe it heard you.
Because just as you turned your back toward the counter, the bell chimed. βWelcome in.β You nodded, the once furrowed brow lifting with curiosity.
"You the seamstress that I'm always hearing good things about?" Her eyes stayed on yours, letting the calm energy speak words she didn't need to.
Self-Control
Elias "Stack" Moore x Black!Reader
Includes; mentions of sex, fluff, banter, awkward!Elias, friends to lovers, slow burn, self pleasure, modern AU, reader is from Alabama and visits durinβ the summer/holidays.
Word count: 1,927
Thought Iβd tag those who anticipated this the most: @umber-cinders @storiesbyasl @migosis @westside-rot @greedyhoneyz I hope yall really like what I wrote and feel free to leave any constructive criticism!
AUTHORS NOTE: Finished this βcause βLove Jonesβ inspired me. Everybody say βThank you, Love Jones!β And go watch it if you havenβt yet. Stat. Itβs a requirement for black history month.
No soon as you stepped into the Mississippi Delta air, hoards of sweaty bodies exited the compact train behind you, nearly knocking you onto your ass. However, fortunately, the pillar a few spaces away prevented the possibility for embarrassment to occur.
Amidst the chaotic atmosphere; Elias Moore, who caught wind of your return, stood to your right. Of course you were too immersed playinβ Miss Priss to notice his intense yet curious gaze, the one that made you lose focus.
Each time he side stepped, you turned searchinβ for another thing you assumed needed fixinβ. Then you side stepped and Elias managed to miss his chance again.
Eventually, you both turn in a synchronized manner, an awkward charm forcinβ the worst parts above the surface. The otherwise polished caricatures performed by you or him, evaporated.
βEliasβ¦ Moore?β
βThe one and only.β
βWhy- how did youβ¦ did Annie send you? That pretty woman scares me, I often think she knows my every move βcause of her hoodoo.β
βYou wouldnβt believe me if I told you the truth.β He said, a little more out of step than usual if confronted by your presence.
Throat cleared, he adjusted his thermal black shirt tucked into his matching slacks; the large leather jacket hugged around his upper body shifting with his feet. βI mean, I heard you movinβ back here? Need help with business? What Smoke told me anyway. Your people know our people. You know how it is.β
βElias if my people know your people, Iβm scared to ask about the company I keep,β a soft breath left your pursed lips, the hand perched on your hip followed whatever you spoke, βTell me why youβre really here.β
βWe ainβt said nothinβ since we lastβ¦β His throat bobbed as he swallowed and flashed his deflection tactic straight at you, βnot one word. Just wanted to see if you needed any help feelinβ welcomed. Thatβs all.β
βThatβs all?β Your brow raised.
βMaybe more.. if youβll listen instead of runninβ that pretty mouth of yours.β
βDefine moreβ¦ Stack. You know Iβve got a long list of responsibilities waitinβ on me.β
Stack. Beinβ addressed as Stack by you was like walkinβ across a fire pit, bare-assed and beaten from the inside out. He didnβt like it. Not one bit.
βWhy you gotta go callinβ me Stack? Call me Elias, βLias. Anythinβ but what just came out your mouth.β
βWatch yours and Iβll think about it.β You sneered sweetly, arms crossed over your chest.
You knew you hit a nerve from the way Elias sucked his teeth, the toothpick between the pearly whites on the brink of snappinβ if he clenched any harder.
But, what you didnβt know is he was tryinβ to not get anymore hard than he was. βCause if he did, he knows itβd just draw attention to his problem and you.
The last thing he needed was a SmokeStack twins foe hot on your tail, puttinβ you in grave danger. Literally.
βListen, alright? Lemme help you, I know a place close by, real quaint. Iβll take you to dinner. Nothinβ wicked. Just two grown folk handlinβ business and catchinβ up. Sound good?β
βMaybe.β
βWoman.β Elias turned away then back, his nose scrunched momentarily.
βBetter than what you usually call us women. You outta start workinβ on that too.β
With a shake of his head, Elias scoffed and reached for your hand, his dark eyes squinting at your refusal to comply.
βY/n/n.β
ββLias.β You countered, unwilling to budge on account of his disrespect nor impatience.
βWatchu want me to do y/l/n? Hm? βCause I for damn sure ainβt begginβ.β
βGuess itβs not that important then.β You said, the faintest grin curving the corner of your mouth then directed your attention onto the color of your dress like it were the most curious thing in the world.
Too exhausted, too hot, too sexually frustrated to deal with your fussy bratty behavior, but too respectful to act careless like he normally would in a situation like this. He began counting backwards under his breath, then eyed you.
βPlease get your stubborn ass on, so we can discuss business.β
βNicerβ¦ fine, letβs go.β
The loudest sigh of relief left him, although didnβt last long as you whipped your head around, glarinβ and his hands shot up instinctively, though soon fell onto his hips once you both began trudging through the humid afternoon.
A year had passed since then, and business went much slower than when you first arrived.
And with slow days, came heat waves, overthinking, and lust.
Lust⦠definitely occupied your mind tonight.
βElias..β You moaned under your breath, tugging at the silk pillow case just under your fluffy y/h/c strands, plush thighs squeezed tight together, back arched off of the bed the slightest bit. βMmf.. fuck, please.β Your keen whine echoed in your ears, a subconscious reminder youβd regret touching yourself to him once the clarity dawned later. But until then, you rubbed slow circles on your clit, imagining the man you shared sexual chemistry with munching your box.
βSugar, imma need you to be decent, we got some talkinβ to do and I donβt get to see you βcept six months out of the year.β
Flushed cheeks tingling, you yank your hand from your shorts, y/e/c eyes wide as Elias opened your bedroom door, eager to admire your disheveled appearance, damn near trippinβ on his own two feet trudging past the entryway.
βFuck baby.. I ainβt mean to disturb you-β
βShut up! Dont start!β
βPretty lady,β He started anyway, his brow raised subtly, head jutted forward a bit, darinβ you try him. βYou hit your head on that little headboard of yours for I came in? βCause two seconds ago I heard you moaninβ for my tongue and now you want my mouth closed? Somethinβ ainβt addinβ up sugar.β
βHow the hell would you know? I didnβt moan that!β
βI donβt care what you moaned, I know you. I know your body. And I know that pretty pussy of yours is begginβ for somethinβ flat and wet. Ainβt it? Dont lie now.β
βYouβre so gross.. how do you say the sweetest things to me and then turn around to proclaim youβre a certified pussy eater waitinβ to chow down?β
βCanβt blame me for wantinβ a taste. Bet she tastes as good as youβd look with those there thighs wrapped around my neck.β
βGod, Iβm tired, leave me alone.β
βI could fuck you to sleep if you let me.β
βIs that all you think about? Good pussy?β
βDonβt act like you donβt think about it just as much as I do, sweetness. You ainβt no better than the rest of us Sinners. But, Iβll tell you what, since you so pretty, Iβll help you up onto that high horse of yours. Heβs been waitinβ for a ride from you for quite some time anyway.β Elias said, a devilish grin pulled at his sickeningly perverted face, his thumbs tucked under his belt loops.
It seemed every time you saw the man of your affections, you were constantly in a predicament.
You supposed today wouldnβt be any different. His excitement all too clear and confident demeanor returned around your particularly once the two of you grew closer with time.
Steppinβ off that same train he knew too well and as did you, like it were apart of some routine Elias and you had goinβ
You huffed a soft breath, arms crossed.
βHurry up and get your smart ass comment out the way before I decide Iβm needed elsewhere.β
βSee that cute ass of yours filled out nicely since the last time I seen you,β
βStack.. asses donβt grow in nine months.β
βShit, sugar, youβre cornbread fed. Your family knows how to throw down in the kitchen. And if you woulda given me a couple weeks, I coulda put you through the mattress, hell youβd probably be expectinβ,β his intense flirtatious gaze focused on the Rolex hugginβ his wrist, then he glanced back to meet your incredulous eyes already watchinβ him, just how he liked. All mean, sassy, stubborn. Fuck, he can feel his dick stirrinβ to its full potential thinkinβ βbout the quirks he adored most from you. With a smug grin, Elias finished his sentence, βNah, youβd be in labor, squeezinβ my hand real hard like you should somethinβ else of mine. Thoughts?β
βAnd prayers. Youβre gonna need them if you keep playinβ.β
βWho said I was jokinβ? I could knock you up real good, give you a new reason to be walkinβ βround with a special kinda pep in your step. Maybe a little off kilter, but thatβs just the-β
βIf you finish your sentence, I fear you wonβt ever be able to speak another again.β You jutted a finger at him, and pressed the βF5β button on the vending machine youβd found your way to amidst the conversation between you and Elias.
βQuick at the draw, I like that in a woman. You trynna be mine?β
Ever smug, he propped himself against the cold surface, his stare somehow sexual and soft.
He licked his lips as he reached for your hip, pulling you into him.
You never did give him what he wanted, and so he didnβt fight you as you slapped his hand lightly, more concerned for your food than him. Typical.
βYou should consider pickinβ up new lines instead of anythinβ breathinβ your general direction.β
βNothinβ sweet as you has ever breathed near me. Canβt say many people do leave breathinβ βround me. But, you? I think I want you breathinβ a little harder, quicker, yeah.. bet I could make a livinβ off-β
While Elias rattled on about his obnoxious exaggerated well orchestrated fantasies of you. A small stubborn part of you wanted to rebuttal βDo you always talk this much, or am I your special brand of Henny?β But, you decided against it, semi-soft digits smoothing over your hoodie string.
βI wanna go dancinβ with youβ¦ will you come?β
Stopped mid bite into your chocolate bar, the sweet substance smeared across the corner of your mouth now, you swallowed, thinking maybe if you blink enough times, youβll find the perverse best friend you knew well enough.
Instead, Elias remained planted in front of you, hands shoved inside his pockets, the usual grin present on his face. Except itβs not there for familiar reasons.
βDance? With you?β
βWhy not? Would you rather sit on my face? I like the sound of both.β he laughed, the sound warm like the scent of timber and whiskey. βNeed you, baby. Donβt you need me too?β
You wouldβve said βewβ aloud if not for how your heart dropped below your chest. Hatinβ how he knew what got you based off the movies you watched whenever he frequented your place.
βYour greed sickens meβ¦β Itβs a half joke, but also joking protected you from vulnerability and Elias never seemed to mind. Knowing all too well the pros of deflection in uncomfortable situations.
βPick you up at 8. Donβt be late,β licking his lips, he stepped forward, palms gently caressing your hips and kissed the center of your forehead, βwear those sexy string drawls I saw in your dresser the other day, I think Iβll be seeinβ them too by the end of the night.β
Flustered, you begrudgingly laughed as you slapped his chest, shoving him away from you while you tried to accept the fact you were really going dancing with Elias Moore of all people.
This canβt be good for anyone, especially not you.
My attempt to crop the Annie and Smoke alternate and regular scene together.
Sound Added
Adding points that people have noted that make this scene seem so intimate despite them being fully clothed.
0:07 Elijah exhales and melts right before he kisses her chest
0:18 Annie whispering in his ear 'tell me when to stop "
0:23 his moan when she grabs him
0:35 Elijah licking his lips and saying 'oh yeah' possibly in response to Annie saying 'your body ain't forget me'
0:44 Elijah pulling back from her kiss, until they lock eyes
0:54 her saying 'oh yeah' while he grabs her face.
1:10 them breathing in unison
1:13 Elijah breathing all in her ear and attacking it. Annie making sure he keeps his mouth right there (π€)
1:23 them holding hands
1:30 The way Sammie's note at the end almost feels like it signifies climax and unity.
If Ryan even said cut I don't think they'd be able to hear it.
hey, i have a request! idk if you write for pearline from sinners but i have a request for her with a fem reader/oc? idc if its modern or not. a friends to lovers scenario? reader is kind of timid but somehow they end up scissoring? lmao ik that's broad but do your thing, i trust you. thank you <3
My Precious Pearl.
Black Fem!Reader x Pearline.
A/N: Yes, I can lovely anon! Enjoy. She is fine as hell, gorgeous, any synonyms to describe her, wheww. π«
Summary: You were mustering up the courage to confess your feelings for your best friend, Pearline. While on your lovely business trip in the Smokey Mountains, with the biting chill of snow, and heat raising. You decided to confess your feelings for her.
Warnings: friends-to-lovers scenario, angst, praise, dirty talk, scissoring, fingering, multiple positions, head(both fems receiving), fluff, timid!reader, confession. AU where Pearline is alive, and not married, in the modern-day world.

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I just know Terry's got the type of dick where he needs to force you to sit on it. You're just hovering over a few inches, baby so big you don't got the strength in you to willingly take him fully.
First, he'll tell you nicely "C'mon, sit on it baby. You got it. What you can't ride your dick?"
But he won't ask again. If you don't get it right after that, he's placing his hands on your hips and lowering you onto him. He'll go slow, though. Rest assured. If you're in reverse, he'll praise you in silent, wet kisses on you back.
He's a soul snatcher, I just know it. And until you've a little limp in your step the next morning? A random smile on your face everytime you think of him. He's doing it again, and again and again.
Shit, I need to lay of the wine. It's really gets me to thinkingπ
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A/N: I can never write a drabble for this man, I fear πͺ But I appreciate your faith in me to deliver a little sumn π₯΅
The Little Death
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Fluff, cursing, smut, PIV, sweet and possessive Terry, oral (female receiving), teasing, dirty talk, established relationship, all consensual. Sorry if I missed some.
Summary: After an incredible date night out, you can no longer stick to the six-month no sex rule you have in place. Terry makes it extremely difficult to think of anything other than him and the sexy promise in those beautiful eyes of his.
Word Count: 4,287k
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A/N: I may have mixed feelings on the actor, but baby, I am still over the moon for Terry. Thank you for rocking with the new way of doing things. I've been missing that man so I hope a few others have been as well. I've been busy revamping this novel so it's something I'm proud of. I swear it's coming LOL. But that's where my focus has been. This will be the last regular one-shot for a while so I can dive into my 14 series.
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getting kissed so deeply and passionately while they pump their fingers in n out of you
Sweet Confections
A/n: this was actually the first thing I wrote for Terry that never saw the publics eyes. I remember I saw this writing prompt on tiktok that had one word only "sweet", initially I though, 'why not try to write sosmething'
And voila, it isn't long... just a little drabble.
Words: 600+
Summary: In which Terry finds his woman in every confection.
Warnings: MDNI!!, Mentions of sexual conduct. Short
Terry always had a knack of sweet confections. Anything that kept his tongue in his mouth and away from places that would help relieve a never-dying itch.

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