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Chapter 5 (Mike's Daughter) That D'usse in My Cup

The club doors closed behind them as the two walked out amidst flashing lights from photographers. Aldis was tipsy but still maintaining himself while he held Malaysia's hands and guided her to the car.. Meanwhile Malaysia was drunk... our girl was gone and she loved every bit of it. In her mind, she recounted all nasty things they did to each other in the club. From the intimate kiss to him constantly needing to grab a handful of that fat ass....

#michael b jordan #black hollywood #black romance #aldis hodge #trevante rhodes

pocketsizedpanther

👀👀👀👀👀

leveledupmindset

No weapon formed against me shall prosper

cherryflavoredgirlll

it's so hard to concentrate on anything, all i'm thinking about is how thick and veiny his dick is and how badly i need it down my throat

moundbayou

not just one, but both😩

choclitdesires77

secretlymirrorball

Pearline Appreciation Post

I'm definitely late watching Sinners, but I finally watched it on Max and UGHH it was so good!!

Another thought about the Sinners movie (Yes i'm obsessed)

Now we know as youths, we want to explore the world and see what it has to offer....Our parents know that too so they allow us but yet still give us warnings along the way..Some of the warnings have been drummed into our ears so much that we can recite it word for word as our parent speak them into our ears once again...But what happens when they drop a line that we've never heard before...Something that doesn't follow the same lines of the same words that we've always heard....

"You keep dancing with the devil, one day he's gonna follow you home"....

Now that's not typically something your parents will tell you when you're going out with your friends on a friday night to go catch a late night movie in the theatre or going out to go cause a little bit of harmless mischief (depends on who you are)...But then If my daddy said those words to me, i personally would've sat my ass back down and wouldn't go out for a few weeks............Our parents can see things that we can't ( most of the time)..So now i'm wondering if Sammie considered his father's thoughts for even half a second and decided to indeed help him with that sunday sermon......Would Remmick have found them? Maybe the twins wouldn't have died....Maybe Pearline and Cornbread would have gone back to their families that night..Maybe Smoke and Annie would have patched things up and continued their marriage..Maybe Delta Slimm would have still gone to Messangers the next day to perform like he always did..Maybe Mary would have gone back to her husband and forgotten about Stack even after what he told her at tje juke that night...or maybe not..

My point is: Did Jedidiah unknowingly speak evil over Sammie that day( the tongue is very poweful) or was it just because he could tell that shit was gonna get real one day if he kept on being carefree with his voice and music (which is did)......Just my thoughts lol..Happy Halloween in advance....I'm definitely gonna go see it again when it comes out on Halloween

#michael b jordan #black hollywood #black romance #sinners #elias stack moore #smokestack twins #elijah smoke moore #sinners movie #sinners 2025 #ryan coogler #sammie moore #delta slim #sammie x pearline #smoke x annie #stack and mary #cornbread sinners

Chapter 4(Mike's Daughter)- No Show

Malaysia sat cross legged in their penthouse one evening. Over the past few weeks, she found herself developing this new bond with Skylar, almost like she had found a confidant in his dad's girlfriend. She was able to tell Skylar about her situation with Tre and Skylar promised not to tell MBJ unless shit went left between the two. Skylar had also started staying to at the penthouse quite a bit more but Malaysia didn't mind.

That afternoon, Malaysia was scrolling through her instagram feed with Sky sitting across her and drinking a margarita when she stumbled upon a post from TheShadeRoom and a caption:

"#Baewatch, Trevante Rhodes posted with a mystery lady on his arm leaving a restaurant late at night"

#michael b jordan #black hollywood #black romance #sinners #trevante rhodes #elias stack moore #smokestack twins #aldis hodge

othermotherchild-deactivated202

YOU DON'T LIFT A FINGER

She reached, he corrected—Diana knew better.

The house was too quiet without him.

Stack had only stepped out back—just a minute, he’d said—but the silence sat heavy on Diana’s shoulders. She perched on the velvet couch, hands folded like a child waiting for scolding. The coven’s house felt too big, too sharp, all shadows and chandeliers, and she hated sittin’ there doin’ nothin’ while he carried every burden on his back.

Her mama had raised her better than that.

So when her eyes landed on the tray by the counter—empty glasses, crumbs from Stack’s last smoke session with his men—her chest swelled with determination. Ain’t no harm in cleanin’ up, right?

She slipped off the couch, skirts swishin’ quiet as she padded barefoot across the kitchen tile. Took the tray in her hands, careful as could be. She’d just rinse it off, set it to dry, and—

The air shifted.

Before she could blink, a heavy hand landed on her hip. And then—crack!

A sharp sting bloomed across her backside, heat flarin’ up through her body so quick her knees damn near buckled.

Diana gasped, tray clattering into the sink, water splashing up her arm. “Muffin!”

His voice came low behind her ear, thick with that Southern grit, rough as gravel and sweet as sin. “Didn’t I tell you, babygirl? Didn’t I tell you don’t lift a finger in this house?”

Her face burned, equal parts shame and somethin’ hotter, and she tried to twist in his grip. “I was just—just cleanin’ up, I—”

Crack! Another spank, firmer this time, makin’ her whimper.

“You don’t just nothin’.” His palm lingered, heavy and possessive against the curve of her ass, thumb pressing into her hip like he was markin’ her. “You think I want my baby washin’ dishes? Pickin’ up crumbs like some maid?”

Her breath shuddered out. “I was tryin’ to help, muffin…”

Stack’s chest pressed to her back, solid, unmovin’. His mouth brushed the shell of her ear, words a low growl. “You help me by stayin’ soft. By stayin’ safe. That’s your job, babygirl. You hear me? Nothin’ else.”

She nodded quick, trembling under his grip. His hand slid up her spine, slow, until he had her chin tipped back, eyes forced up to his. That burnin’ blue stare stripped her down to nothin’.

“Say it,” he demanded. “I—I hear you,” she whispered.

His mouth curled, half-smirk, half-warning. “Good girl. Now keep your pretty ass where I put you. Or next time, I won’t stop at two.”

(First time posting here, fingers crossed y’all like it!)

alldthoughtsinmyhead

Dr Pierre

Chapter Six

Summary: Stone and Andrea’s happiness should feel secure after two blissful weeks together... But when an unexpected visitor appears, Andrea realizes their biggest challenge might not come from enemies on the outside, but from family within.

She stretched in bed, indulging in the rare treat of hearing Stone Pierre play. His love for classical music was something they both shared, though few people knew it. To hear him play for her alone sent the butterflies in her stomach fluttering.

They must have fluttered too hard, because moments later she was hunched over the toilet. After rinsing her mouth, she pulled on a shift dress and wandered into the living area in search of her pianist.

Mike's Daughter(Part 3) Girl's Only

Amidst Malaysia's drama, Mike had a whole lot going on on his end too..But we wouldn't call that "drama"...

Malaysia was sprawled on the couch, lady beside her and she as scrolling through her phone when she heard the familiar jingle of the keys at the door. Rex and Lady barked, rushing and sniffing at the door post to see who it was..Ready to pounce.

"Daddy's home!" She called out, not even looking up.

"Not just me mama...." Mike's deep voice rumbled, laced with his mischievous grin..

Malaysia blinked, sat up, and finally looked towards the door. Her jaw dropped. Standing beside her father was a woman...A plus sized beauty that was blessed with curves for days!! she had soft curves that was hugged by a nice, baby pink dress, her chic curls bouncing as she smiled nervously. She was radiant. Confident and curvy as hell!!...

"Malaysia" Mike called out with a boyish smile. "I want you to meet someone...This is Skylar"

#michael b jordan #black romance #black hollywood #trevante rhodes

alldthoughtsinmyhead

Managing Him

Summary: As his PR agent, your job is to manage his image. But when the lines blur behind closed doors, you have to wonder… who’s really in control? cw: smut, office sex. oc x pr agent!reader (my oc stories are always so you can self insert both you and your man. The tags are my face claims/inspo)

briannuh98

......i am shook!!!!!

daniiwrites

Sneak Peak of Ruin

Jaxon Toussaint, hacker

Maverick Toussaint, hitman

Harper Baptiste, dancer/student

Elijah 'Smoke' Moore, hitter

Elias ' Stack" Moore, dealer

Monica Monroe, emergency room doctor

“Why is there a woman laid out on my sofa?”

Jaxon’s dark eyes were on his brother’s face as he leaned against the door frame, a beer hanging loosely from his fingers. Maverick met his brother’s gaze, daring him to do anything about it.

“Someone attacked her when she was leaving work.”

“I assume you took care of the body already.”

“Of course. I need you to get rid of any security footage though.”

Jaxon clenched his jaw as he made his way closer. It wasn’t that he didn’t want his brother to be happy. It was just… difficult to be with a man like Maverick. Or himself for that matter. It took a very special kind of woman to deal with all of his... oddities. Not to mention a woman who could deal with the close bond the brothers shared. Both brothers had trust issues, exacerbated by their family history and time in the military. Being alone was often the easier choice. But Jaxon had to admit… she was beautiful. Very beautiful. His green eyes drifted over her small but curvy body, still deeply unhappy about her presence in his home. Her being here was a serious threat to them both. But his twin was strong willed and did what he wanted. He should have known he’d never stay away from her, regardless of how many times he’d been warned away. Not with how strongly he seemed to already feel about her.

Maverick tenderly dabbed at the blood that steadily seeped from a wound near her temple, his eyes filled with worry.

“It won’t stop bleeding, Jax…”

“Call Smoke. He has a doctor on retainer who won’t ask questions.”

“Smoke’s still mad at me for what happened in Miami.”

“He’s not. I smoothed that over. Call him.”

Of their own volition, his feet brought him closer to the sofa where she lay. Even dressed in her comfortable clothes, she was still stunning. He’d noticed her himself during his meeting. How could he not? Even hidden in the shadows, Jaxon could sense his brother’s eyes on her and it was the first time he’d been worried. Maverick was always hyper focused. It was one of the reasons he was such an incredible sniper. All the little things that people failed to notice were the very things Maverick clocked. The moment Jaxon realized that his brother was torn between the meeting and the woman, he’d known she was something special to Maverick. This wasn’t the first time Maverick was seeing her and he wondered how long his brother had managed to hide this from him.

How had HE missed this?

All he could do at this point was hope that it wasn’t as bad as the last time.

briannuh98

Jaxon, Maverick, Elijah and Elias can tag team…. Respectfully😌😌😌😌

longconra

This little gesture from Stack. Fueling my delusions.

pinkcookiedimples-deactivated20

Here for the Black girls with ass Here for the Black girls with no ass Here for the Black girls with curves Here for the Black girls with no curves Here for the Black girls with long hair Here for the Black girls with short/no hair Here for the Black girls with natural hair Here for the Black girls with weave/relaxers Here for the Black girls with clear skin Here for the Black girls with acne/stretch marks/scars Here for the Black girls with dark eyes Here for the Black girls with light eyes Here for the Black girls that are all Black Here for the Black girls who are half/quarter Here for the Black girls who are ghetto Here for the Black girls who are nerdy Here for the Black girls who are high-maintenance Here for the Black girls who be chillin Here for the Black girls who are stoners Here for the Black girls who hold Bibles Here for the Black girls who are sexual Here for the Black girls who are asexual Here for the Black girls who are saving themselves Here for the Black girls who have casual sex Here for the Black girls in crop tops and daisy dukes Here for the Black girls with skirts to the ground I’m here for Black girls I’ll always be here for Black girls Because we are worth it.

alldthoughtsinmyhead

A Necessity

This is an oc x reader short fic, but it's nameless, so you can insert your man. Inspired by true experiences. cw: smut

You sat in the maternity ward, half-listening as the other women traded quiet miseries.

My husband doesn’t touch me. My husband sleeps in another room. The nurses had to pull my nipples out with a syringe because my husband never puts his mouth on them.

Your gaze drifted down to your own breasts. They were full, heavy, nipples pressing beads through your padded bra and cotton shirt.

You had the opposite problem. You’d had to fight your husband off your breasts.

alldthoughtsinmyhead

The Jaguar

Note: This was the first story I ever posted on Tumblr in December of last year, and eight months later, it's not done.😩 It got bigger than I originally intended, and I've been working on mapping out exactly where I want it to go. I think I finally have it figured out, so I'm picking it back up.

Chapter six

Morning found Milele’s legs wrapped tightly around Aaron’s waist, his forehead against hers as his breath came in short bursts.. His hands gripped the iron headboard, denting it as he bucked into her.

Her fingers tangled in his curls, tugging and raking her nails across his scalp as her cries rose with the sun.

He collapsed onto her, chest heaving, spent after their fourth round from dusk to dawn — pausing only for brief snatches of sleep in between.

Rolling over on his back, he took her with him, hands roaming lazily over her body as his breathing slowed.

“What are you doing today?” he asked once he’d caught his breath.

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