Sophistication meets ratchetness

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Omar Benson Miller spoke with his father for the role of Cornbread.

“I spent a lot of time speaking to my father, who is not-so coincidentally from Mississippi and picked cotton there in the 1940s. He spoke frankly to me my entire life about sharecropping and community and family and the effects of that particular poverty and experience, so I had a cheat code in a sense,” Miller reflected. “I always want my characters to feel human, but in this case also symbolic. Cornbread represents the manual workers, the good people who may not be educated, but are pillars of the community and no less valuable than any other element of society…Possibly even more valuable despite the common implications.”

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𝚃⃨𝚒⃨𝚝⃨𝚕⃨𝚎⃨: 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏' 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝙿⃨𝚊⃨𝚒⃨𝚛⃨𝚒⃨𝚗⃨𝚐⃨: 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 "𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞" 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 𝚂⃨𝚞⃨𝚖⃨𝚖⃨𝚊⃨𝚛⃨𝚢⃨: Smoke only ever came into ‘Luela’s Dressings’ to collect for the month. So he had been reluctant to ask if she could mend his shirt. Sweetea hadn’t batted an eye at the request—or the shakiness in his hands as he struggled to unbutton it—but she had taken over the task for him.

“Whoever tailored this made these bartacks too tight.” Had been her tactful explanation. “You’d do better with a keyhole stitch.”

She’d carefully loosened them on every jacket and shirt he brought to her ever since, making them easier for him to handle. That was all it really took to loosen him up; to relax the button to his britches the same way—work them down past his hips. Smoke swore things had just gone too far. That a tryst like that wouldn’t happen again. He wasn’t going to come back.

He’s a married man.

But just like he had every other week, he came back to collect—looking for something sweet.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 🔞 Explicit Sexual Content & Language, Oral Fixation, Fellatio, Smoke gets his soul sucked out like 7/11 slurpee, Mild Humiliation Kink, Submissive Smoke, Switch Smoke tbh, Nipple Play For more extensive tags, see Ao3 listing below

❥𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ❥

It wasn’t often a Smoke-Stack twin made a habit of sneaking around in their own town; Clarksdale was their stomping grounds, after all. But this evening, Smoke was a ways off from home, where he should be.

The sign in the little shop window said ‘closed’, but when he pulled the handle to the door, it swung right open for him. The spindles of thread, folded cloth, and tailoring materials lining the shelves drew his attention. He idly browsed a few for nothing other than a need to waste a bit of time. The young man ringing up his purchase at the counter was dragging—taking his sweet ass time—talking up the owner. After a minute or two of his cheesing and dallying, Smoke put an end to the conversation. 

He strolled over, letting the coolness of his shadow drop over the chatting couple. He caught the other man’s shoulder seconds later. Parry, the youngblood running his mouth, turned around, ready to hurl an insult. 

“Now, who the hell comin’ up behind me when I’m tryna–” 

The rest of the words died on his lips when he saw who stood before him. 

“O-oh…H-hey, Sm-Smoke, I, uh…” He nearly choked on his own spit, habitual childhood stutter clicking back into place when he identified the flash of forged carbon steel that had tapped his shoulder in place of a hand or finger.

Parry was summarily ignored and nudged aside. 

Smoke’s gaze swept up to meet the stare of the woman standing behind the counter. Her brown eyes sparkled almost mischievously, but the lift of one delicate brow feigned reproach for his bull-headed interruption. 

“Evenin’.” He nodded cordially. “Need a minute of your time, Miss Tea.”

She tilted her head, dark hair reflecting a smooth, softened shine under the light. It smoothed back into two pressed rolls behind her ears that tucked and secured the rest in place with a ribbon. Her skin was luminous in comparison; warm, toasted golds and ambers that reminded him of the sweetened drink she was named after.

She drummed a nail on the wood of the counter. “What for?”

Smoke glimpsed the unopened jar of canned peaches in front of her, shifting his weight from foot to foot. His expression dithered a moment as he considered the options before him. 

But in the end…he settled on the choice he wanted—not the one he needed.

“I’m looking for somethin’ sweet.” He declared. 

All 'Behind The Scenes' footage from Sinners is now available on my website.

Featuring: Elias “Stack” Moore

Hi, everyone who’s reading this! 😚 Slight disclaimer, I in no way, shape, or form consider myself a writer (as you can see from my incorrect dialogue and em dash usage) 🤣 This is my first time posting work on Tumblr and my first time posting work in general since I was around 15 y/o! 😭 I also never wrote/published smut before, so not too much on me!

I was just bored and decided to write a small prompt about fine, trifling ass modern Stack fucking a fine, equally trifling ass woman that he’s trying to deny deeper feelings for. Ava’s just a name that I chose at random, so she can be any archetype of black women that you imagine!

I appreciate any and all respectful feedback! This will most likely be my one and only piece of work that I publish cause I just wanted to see what it’s like! 😂🫶🏾

TW: Cheating/Infidelity!

Ava cooed helplessly, clenching the sheets as if they’re the only thing anchoring her to reality, at the moment.

The side of her face is pressed firmly against the plush mattress, drool seeping from her parted lips. Her breathy pants and moans are coming out shaky and clipped—pleasure encapsulating her entire being.

“Mhm.” Stack hummed in satisfaction at her current state. So pliant. Receiving everything her man’s failed to offer. His gold teeth caught the moonlight that slipped into his dimly lit room, the mischievous grin on his face proud and unmoving. “He don’t fuck you like this, huh?”

Kase, the boyfriend that has completely slipped her mind since Stack’s filled his space for the night. Ava whimpered, shaking her head weakly.

“No, baby.” Ava moaned, reaching underneath her and rubbing her swollen clit. “Fuck, he don’t.” She whined, her pussy clenching around Stack as if it’s signaling him that she’s reaching her limit.

“Nah.” Stack murmured, swatting her arm from under her and pinning her hands over her head.

He placed his full body weight on her and caged her against the bed—pressing her firmly against the surface and reminding her that she isn’t going anywhere and, most importantly, that he’s in control.

“Ooh!” Ava sobbed, tears accumulating at her waterline. The sudden change in his position has her feeling even more full—his dick sinking even deeper due to how connected their bodies are.

“I want my pussy to cum from this dick alone.” He breathed out into her ear, making Ava shiver and cry out as he began grinding into her slow and deep. “You know how I like it. You had me mistaken for yo’ nigga, just now, Ava?” He drawled, the Southern heat in his low, seductive tone making Ava’s eyes flutter.

“No, Stack.” Ava sobbed, reaching back and desperately gripping at any part of him to cling to. “I-I’m sorry, baby.”

“I know, mama.” Stack muttered with a dark chuckle. “Can’t be fucking up like that. You know damn well you don’t need to do no extra work when I’m fuckin’ you. All I gotta do is—.”

Stack started slamming into her harder, drawing a muffled scream from Ava. He grunted into her neck, biting and sucking every part of her skin his mouth has access to.

Ava’s legs trembled and twitched beneath him, and her toes curled tightly as she babbled mindlessly. She doesn’t know what the hell she’s saying, and Stack doesn’t either—too busy losing the control he was sure that he had.

“Elias.” Ava mewled, reaching back and gripping his hair with her right hand as Stack intertwined their fingers with her left.

“I got you—ah, fuck.” Stack grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy and desperate. “Just give it to me. Give me everything. Please.” He moaned and pleaded at the same time, his grip tightening in their connected hands.

They both released their cares and stress into the night. Besides, it is theirs. No Mary, none of Stack’s extra baggage, and no Kase.

After it was all said and done, Stack rubbed Ava’s back, staring at the ceiling in deep thought as she snored softly against him, fingers instinctively tightening against his skin while she dreamt about whatever’s been brewing in her subconscious lately.

Stack looked down at Ava’s face pressed against his chest, tearing his gaze away with a deep sigh when he began to feel that all too familiar feeling gnawing in his chest.

Stack ultimately shifted and got comfortable, closing his eyes and letting sleep overpower the nagging realization that’s been beating his ass lately and he’s yet to come to terms with.