#bo sinners

[sammick]

where is all the love for bo ???? he was fine as fuck my god i couldn't stop looking at him the entire movie I need him so bad 🤕 THAT ACCENT TOO HELLO ???? FINE SHYT IM SORRY I NEED HIM SO BAD

[everydaydreamer]

Closet Munch

Summary: While dancing with your husband at the opening night of the twins' juke joint, you get needy for him.

Pairing: bo chow x reader

Warnings: grinding, dancing, dirty talk, kissing, oral(fem receiving), Bo being a munch, fingering, porn with little plot

"Annie, have you seen Bo?" You scan the room for your husband but find no sight of him. Your fingers were itching to hold him. Your body was calling to feel his against you.

"I think he's in there playing cards with some of the guys." She points to one of the more secluded rooms with tables. You thank her with a smile and squeeze through the crowd of dancing bodies to reach your husband. You smile when you finally spot him at one of the tables.

You walk up to him with a sway of your hips. When he sees you, all interest in the game moves solely onto you. You grasp the collar of his shirt and pull him up, his body towering above yours. "Dance with me Bo," you say in a seductive tone. He puts out his cigarette and follows you mindlessly to the dance floor, much to his opponent's dismay.

You press your back against his chest and sway your bodies along with the music. His hands settle on your hips, guiding you to the rhythm. One of your hands reach up to thread through his hair as he kisses your neck. You tilt your head back on his shoulder and turn to nibble on his ear, causing his grip on your hips to tighten.

"I want you," you whisper in his ear. He lets out a grunt when you grind your ass against him. He steps back for a moment to scan the joint in search for any empty rooms. He grabs your hand and pushes past the sweaty bodies towards an empty storage closet.

He locks the door before slamming his lips onto yours. You shove him against the door as you greedily make out. His hands move down to squeeze at your ass, making you let out a whine. You gasp against his lips when he switches places with you so you're now pinned against the door.

He leans down to lift you up into his arms. Your arms wrap tight around his neck for better grip. You pull back from his lips out of breath and fight the urge to kiss him again when he chases your lips. "I need to feel your tongue...please." You shamelessly beg him.

He smirks and gently lowers you onto the wooden floor. His hand rests behind your head, careful not to hurt it on the hard wood. When your back is fully rested against the floor, he lowers his body a bit, letting you feel how hard you've made him. "You want my tongue huh?"

You bite your lip and nod. "You always make me feel so good."

"Don't I know it. I know how my pretty lady likes to be licked." He leans down and licks a trail up your neck, causing your breath to hitch. He smiles against your skin, loving the effect he has on you.

His hand trails down your dress as he continuously makes out with your neck. His touch sends shivers down your spine as it lingers up your thigh to the spot you crave him most. His movements are too slow for your liking. Your body burns with anticipation and need.

"Bo, please!" You helplessly beg.

He pauses his kisses on your exposed cleavage and looks up at you with a raised brow. "Patience darlin'. You interrupted my game, least you can do is let me enjoy this." He chuckles when you groan with an eye roll.

He pulls back and you frown at the loss of his body heat. He pulls up the skirt of your dress and smiles as if he discovered some secret hidden treasure. In all honesty, he felt like he had. "You wanted me that bad huh?" He looks at you with a prideful smirk.

"I did... I do! I need you so bad Bo!"

"That's what I like to hear." He leans down but pauses to give you one last look before disappearing under your skirt. You throw your head back when you feel his tongue lick a stripe from your entrance up to your clit before sucking on the bundle of nerves. He repeats that action, driving you crazy.

You search for anything to grab onto for support. Normally you'd bury your fingers in his dark hair but it was hidden under your skirt. Sensing your growing frustration, Bo offers his hand while the other squeezes your thigh.

You don't hesitate to squeeze down on his hand, his wedding ring feeling cool against your hot burning skin. Your mind thinks back to the night you put that ring on his finger and said "I do." You think to how good he made you feel that night too just like he's doing right now. All these years later and he never once lost his magic touch that made you a puddle in his strong hands.

You clench on his finger as he slowly opens you up wider. He curls it just right, gently massaging your g spot. Before you could beg him for more, he inserts another finger. He knows your body so well. He knows you so well.

"Bo!" You scream so loud, the guests of the joint could probably hear you over Slim and Sammie's music.

"You gonna cum for me darlin'?" He mutters against you.

"Uh huh!"

"Uh huh? Do it then!" He speeds up his fingers while his tongue frantically flicks against your sensitive clit. "Soak my fuckin' face baby like I know you can!"

Your legs spasm out of control around his head. Your whole body shutters as you reach the peak he flew you to. As you float back down to the juke joint here on earth, you loosen your tight grip on him.

He removes himself from under your shirt with a wide grin covered in your juices. "You think you can give me some more?"

You let out a defeated sigh, "I'd probably need a minute after what you did to me." You end your sentence with a breathless chuckle, one that he copies.

"You can rest in the car. That'll be enough time for you to recover before I fuck you in our bed." He leans down to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. "How does that sound? Good plan?"

"Mhm," you hum back before reconnecting your lips with his. He offers you a hand and helps you straighten yourself out to look presentable before you go back out to the crowd.

He has to keep an arm around your waist to help keep you upright as your legs are sore and achy. "You two headed home already?" Cornbread asks seeing you two walk out.

"I gotta get the missus back home. She hurt herself dancing and I don't want her makin' it worse." Bo blatantly lies.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you feel better Y/n." He waves with a smile.

"Thanks Cornbread, you have a nice night."

Cornbread does a double take when the two of you start speeding your pace towards the car. He furrows his eyebrows, you don't seem in pain. He scoffs when he sees Bo pinch your butt while you get in the car. "Those two, always fuckin' around."

[aizawash0e]

Sugar Ain’t So Sweet Compared to You

Grocery Store owner Husband Bo Chow x Baker Wife black!reader

summary: You are starting to get a bit overwhelmed and drained with all the orders coming in and Bo helps you relieve that stress. Having you lean back on the counter and getting a taste

warnings: 3.5k words, fem reader, Bo chow is in fact an eater, fingering, oral, fem receiving

a/n: i think i did better with the smut this time but idk, i do like this one and tbh this was going to be straight smut w no plot but i had to give just a lil something, hope you enjoy!! <33

“they should call you sugar, cause you’re so sweet to me” ~ft Tyler the Creator

Cinnamon and nutmeg aroma wafted throughout your bakery.

The warm aroma of cinnamon and nutmeg wafted through your bakery, a smell you never got tired of. But today was long and draining; you were behind a couple of orders and didn’t get to take your lunch break today. Today was just heavy.

You were just tired, drained really. You and Bo, are shop owners, both business people, always busy. You were the baker, you prided yourself with the work you’ve created, pies, cakes, and some of the sweetest treats people, including yourself, have ever tasted. Yet, you were falling behind, like five orders behind, 1 order of a customized birthday cake, 1 batch of cupcakes and 2 orders of sweet potato pie. The demand was becoming too much, and what surprised you is that you were behind; you always prided yourself on good time management, and now you feel like it's slipping away.

You and Bo worked right across the street from each other. He had his grocery store, with produce and fresh goods at “Chow’s Market”, and you were in your bakery with flour on the counters, frosting in bags to pipe, and your demanding schedule never changing. This past week, you’ve been very tense with all the work overloading you.

Bo was quick to notice. Every morning you left the house early, but sometimes when he would feel you leaving the bed, he’d offer to stay and help you at the bakery, taking calls and helping you with the orders, but you always denied it. You felt he had his own store to manage, his own deliveries to check, and you knew you didn’t want to burn him out.

You walked to the chilled fridge to grab a fresh sheet of dough for the sweet potato pie one of your customers ordered, and you dusted some flour off of your apron. You sprinkled a little bit of flour on the counter, then you brought the bowl filled with sweet potato puree on standby, you will be using it soon.

You sprinkled a light coating of flour onto the baking counter, you grabbed the heavy bowl of dough ad poured the floured surface so it wouldn’t stick to the counter. You grabbed a rolling pin and started to roll the dough into the desired shape, so you create it into a circular shape.

You then grabbed a brush and dipped it into the egg wash, you glance at the bowl with the puree, making sure it is room temperature, needing to make this pie perfect for your customers. You placed the back of your hand on the bowl, and the temperature was perfect.

You then placed the dough you rolled out onto the pan, making sure its In the pie pan correctly you grab a fork and begin digging into the dough light to get those nice lines, you are crimping the dough, after you that brush a light coating of the egg wash onto the crust, gliding along the dough will make the dough when it is all done a beautiful golden brown sweet potato pie.

You genuinely loved to bake, it was therapeutic for you, getting your mind off things as you worked was what you did, but baking has always given you peace and time for yourself. But lately, it was starting to become more of a chore than something you really wanted to do. It’s mainly because you were just overwhelmed and overworked.

You hear Bo’s voice in your head now telling you “Business is booming, it’s a good thing, Suga” and you would agree the success both of your business have made was great, But you also didn’t have to work with how much money Bo was making alone from the grocery store was enough this was something you wanted to do, to pass some time.

Because you two have been working, you more than him, you and Bo haven’t had much time for each other. No late night cuddles, no lazy weekends, especially Saturday mornings, and the one thing you really missed that you wouldn’t admit….was the sex, just quick meaningful hello’s and goodbyes, what what you two shared. To say you were sexually deprived would be a stretch, maybe. But nevertheless you missed your husband in every way. You love your job, but sometimes you just needed a break.

As you pour the sweet potato filling into the crust evenly, you tap the pan on the counter to make sure the filling is all even. You grab the oven handle, opening it, feeling the warmth. You slide the pie onto the oven rack and close it back up. You wipe your apron once again and walk back to the counter to begin the second sweet potato pie.

As you are rolling out the second batch of dough, you hear the bells on the door; someone has entered

A customer you assume, and so as you work, you greet, not even looking up at the customer, the greeting becoming second nature once you hear the chime of bells at the door

“Welcome to the Sweet Spot bakery,” you said, clearing your throat, your eyes trained on making the perfect circle for your pie to go into the pan as your hads move. “We are also out of red velvet and out of blueberry muffins today, but anything else I can get you, I’d be glad to, the menu is on the counter if you need a moment to—“

You were immediately cut off.

Warm hands were on your waist. Fear struck you

You shrieked, thinking an intruder might come in and as you pull away with the rolling pin your hand is ready to be used as a weapon. You pivot on your feet turning around quickly

Your eyes meet the one you love

“Bo?!” you gasped, huffing out air, the tension from your body draining from your shoulder and quickly replaced with relief that you were safe.

Bo had his hands up in surrender with a light chuckle escaping his lips, “Seriously, honey?

“It ain’t funny Bo, you almost ruined my pie! I ain't know it was you coming in, I thought you were a customer or-“

He didn’t let you finish he traps you between him and the counter, tucking you back against the counter, his arms securely around your waist, as he leaned down, kissing your neck right where you loved.

He murmured sweet nothings against your skin, his breath on your neck sent shivers down your spin causing you to squirm. “It’s only me darlin’, and this pie could wait”

You shake your head “No baby, it can’t wait Bo, I have to finish crimpin the crust and get this in the oven, don’t want it staying out here too long, and I’m already so far behind. 5 orders behind, these are two orders, lucky I’m getting this done” you huffed.

He chuckled lowly, a sound that seemed to vibrate your whole being, “That’s what I figured” His hands intricately untied your apron, easily undoing the knot, he moved the apron from around your neck and letting it hit the floor with a light thump.

“How was your day?” he asked, which caught you off guard a bit but you nodded. His hands massaging the small of your back “Busy huh?” he saw the way your eyebrows knit and jaw clenched from the first moment he walked in, he saw the stress evident on your face and he knew that you couldn’t keep working like this .

“Did you get a chance to take a break for your lunch, during your lunch break? Maybe step out for a moment and eat that sandwich I packed for you?" He asked

You stilled for a moment, avoiding gaze and wiping some of the icing from cakes you sold earlier off of the counter. “Of course, Bo, took about a half-hour” you lied smoothly, though if you were anyone else you wouldn’t even believe the lie you told.

He released his arms from you and, turning you to face him, his eyes just a bit serious, a  knowing warmth to them

“Ah, so you did now? He asked with his eyebrow arched while looking at me. “Cause I might have heard from Mrs. Miller- who came by to get some eggs from me, that she stopped by here around one, and my wife was too busy rolling out dough and stirring batter to even look up, she said couldn’t take her lunch because “the poor lady was overloaded doing multiple things at once”

Damn, that nice old lady you thought

You sigh with a light nod “Ok, alright, fine, I skipped it. I just had a lot of orders, and people came in today. “Business is booming, remember?” you repeat the words he always said to you, back to him

“I remember,” he said with his voice dropping into a growl and his hands returning to your hips as he caresses them. “And if the business is booming, if that is cutting into my wife taking care of herself and taking a break when she needs to, and I told her that she doesn’t even need to work. Then it ends today”

He didn’t let you finish he traps you between him and the counter, tucking you back against the counter, his arms securely around your waist, as he leaned down, kissing your neck right where you loved.

“When I came in you look like you could practically fall asleep standing up, honey,” he said gently, his lips brushing your forehead

You leaned into his touch, the sudden proximity of Bo was always a calm place for you, you leaned into his chest, inhaling his scent, the mix of cologne, clean clothes, and fresh, earthy smell of produce.

“Five minutes, Bo, just five minutes,” you whisper into his soft shirt, “Just five minutes.”

“Five minutes of real time” he corrected quickly, a soothing rumble right near your ear. He didn’t move, he just held you there, letting you melt in his arms as you needed it.

“You can’t pour from an empty cup, darlin’, you’ve been giving everything to this baby and there’s nothing left for you,” he says

You hear the truth in his words, truly

He held you and eased back slightly, cupping your face in his hands. His eyes, lovingly searching yours, “I missed you today, been missin' you recently, you’ve been working real hard more than usual. I came straight here after I stocked the store up, and just had to remind you that you are the sweetest thing in this whole shop.”

You chuckle at his words

He leans in softly kissing you, reassurance, when your lips met, they danced and washed away all the stress, you instantly responded, your arms sliding up to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

This was what you needed, what you craved, your husband and the break that has been along waited.

Bo broke the kiss, his breath ragged a bit. His hands drop from your face. “You gon ahead and put that pie in the oven, baby, and I’m right here.”

You nod and grab the pie, walking over to the oven, feeling the heat return as you open it and place it next to the other sweet potato pie.

Instead of going to the sink to clean up, you went to the next section of the counter, where you reached under the counter for a large bag of almond flour, a stick of butter and some eggs, the ingredients for the birthday cupcakes

It clicked for Bo as he saw the ingredients. He watched for a moment and looked at you in disbelief. He walked over to you, his movements straightforward, and he placed his hand over your stopping you from tearing the bag of flour open.

You let out a sigh.

Before you could even turn around, Bo was on you in an instant, kissing you

He lifted you up and set you on the clean counter. You clung to him as he kissed your forehead

“Bo—” you whisper as you pull away

“Enough,” he said sternly, leaving no room for an argument. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you again. He kissed your neck and whispers in your ear “That pie was the last thing you were making. You may be behind, but you didn’t take a break today either. The pies are the last thing you are making; you are done for the day.”

He kissed your ear tenderly “I’ve been missing you, bed feeling empty when you leave. I need my wife back”  he whispered

“Bo, please there is so much work to be done you know I’m behind on orders” you tried to insist

“I don’t care” he whispered back, lips brushing your skin. “I’ll call some of your other bakers to come in, they’ll do the rest.”

You felt your fight fading, the protectiveness and love, combined with the need for him, was too much.

 You kissed him and before you knew it he had your panties in your hand. And dress bunched at your hips.

You gasped

“Bo- what if someone sees?” you ask a bit frantically looking at the door, realizing he closed the blinds

“It’s late ain’t nobody coming in here” He stated with ease

“I-I usually get some late customers sometimes” you try to explain

“No one is coming in when you have the sign at the door closed” he kissed you, kissing you like he need it to breath and his hand lingering on your inner thigh.

He broke the kiss and dropped to his knees, his hands cupping your hips and pulling you to the edge of the counter as he looked at you

You glance nervously towards the blinds, which were down, the street was dark, all the signs were closed, and the lights were switched off.

“ Bo, you sure what if someone sees, I should lock the door?” you whispered you heart pounding “We can’t do this here the door is still unlocked

“I locked it darlin', the sign is closed.” He looked at the door, then back up at you, his eyes focused and pupils blown. “The only person I'm worried right now is about you, focus on me”

He kissed the inside of your thigh, you slowly leaned back on the counter, breath panting in anticipation

He watched you for a moment until his face drew closer to your wet core, the heat of his breath fanning was the last warning before you felt his tongue and lips on you.

Your mind was practically going blank, all the orders you had to do, the cupcakes,  dissolved you’re your memory.

You were almost immediately overwhelmed. Bo was relentless, his touch his presence and found, his lips and tongue moving eloquently, he was worshipping you, healing your exhaustion.

“B-B-o” you whimper and your hands cling to his hair

“It’s ok baby, use me” he says

He ate like he was eating one of your baked goods. Well, technically he was eating one of your goods and one of his favorites at that, your pussy, his finger started rubbing your clit. This caused your back to arch off the counter.

You kept your hand tangled in Bo’s hair

“Oh- gosh, baby.”

“Please, baby.. You are doing so good”

“mmm…sshhiittt..”

You turned your head, closing your eyes and Bo pinched your thigh. “Eyes down here, Suga, keep em on me..watch me eat” he growled, pulling back from you “told you I was missin’ you, ain't no orders to be made around here, only you and your pleasure, let me worry about that”

You watched him

He dove back in, not missing a beat, he used his fingers and mouth now at that same time. You were in a daze, smellin your pies baking in the oven and feeling your legs shaking trying to pull away from his torturous mouth

“Don’t go runnin from me, just let go, im here, baby right here” his sultury words pouring out into your ears as he made full eye contact with you. The eye contact, the smells. They  where sending you over the edge and you didn’t know how much more of it you could take.

Bo wrapped his arms tighter around your thighs making sure you weren't running away from his mouth and he watched your face contour

Bo watched her as if she was an angel from heaven, he did always say you tasted angelic, he saw your eyes starting to flutter and breath becoming more erratic.

He looked up at you soulfully, you, his wife, the one who worked too much and never really knew when to take a break, now coming down from all her stress.

“C’mon baby let go, no more worries right?”

You look at him nodding rapidly with tears filling your eyes “yes..no-no worries, thank you baby.”

“say it one more time fo me”

“no more worrying, I need you”

“mhm, im right here baby, im right here”

He let out a groan, the vibration adding another sensation to you, you are pulling his hair and clinging to the counter, you are frantically bucking into his mouth as fast as you could, not fast enough

“that’s it baby” he said

Bo held you like you were everything

You moaned, movements becoming more erratic as you cover your mouth as you look at him trying to lower your voice, its not like anyone could hear you but still, worrying about others. Bo saw and took your hand and intertwined it with his, he wanted to hear you

Your legs shaking against his head, quivering and unstable, your moans louder, tensions from your shoulders disappeared “Baby! Please i- I can’t, I’m gonna cum i-!” your eyes roll back

“Mhm, give it to me” he muttuered against your core never letting go until you made a mess over his face, you rode it out on his mouth, Bo licks his lips and fingers”

You panted as you came, taking your time to catch your breath. He released your clit from his mouth and kissed your thighs, slowly raising back to kiss you.

“You ok, honey?” he asked, looking at you making sure you are still with him

You nod “mhm, much better..thank you”

“I’d never get tired of my favorite smells, your cooking and baking and your pussy”

You couldn’t help but slap his chest, playfully chuckling a bit “you are too much”

“I like the taste of em too,” he says with a smirk and kisses your forehead

“oh yeah?” you ask with a teasing tone

Bo nods and walks to where there is a little bit of sweet potato filling in the bowl and grabs a spoon, tasting it, with a slight nod of approval of the taste. You watch him as you fix your dress

“Bo what are you-?“ before you could ask, he was in front of you, fingers finding your pussy again and pushing his finger in, collecting your juices, and bringing it to his mouth, causing you to gasp

He moans at the taste of you as he holds the spoon he tasted the sweet potato with and tasted you with his finger

Bo’s nodding  as he looks you in your eyes, “I’m tellin’ you, baby, sugar ain't got nothing on you, you really are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted”

The exhaustion and stress you felt earlier is no longer so heavy, as you lean into your husband’s arms. Your husband chased away the stress from earlier. You smiled and pressed your lips onto his, tasting yourself a bit

You two were happy, the smell of you and the sweet potato pie filled the bakery, two of Bo’s absolute favorite things.

a/n & taglist

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[thebumblebeesworld]

FAMILY • IS • EVERYTHING

smoke x annie (ft. the gang) • fluff

summary: it's thanksgiving day in the moore home, and much to annie's dismay, everyone is late.

cw: nothinggg really, slight freaky smoke x annie, use of the nword

a/n: i love them so baddddd. they have three kids here: Dorothy (Doe), 12; Lena, 7; and Alice, 4!

masterlist

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Holiday festivities were well underway for the Moore’s. The sun was high in the sky, giving way to how late in the afternoon it had become, and the wind blew strong, carrying the sound of children’s laughter through the air. Annie always loved that sound. She always wanted her girls happy and smiling and fed well, but that last one had still not occurred.

They were off schedule much to the woman’s dismay.

It seemed like everything was going wrong today. The first problem started early. She’d had the hardest time wrangling Alice, their youngest girl, this morning; The four-year-old hated getting her hair done, and she would only sit still if she was being bribed. That had prompted Elijah to step in and pay the little girl off with a promise of buying her a whole bag of bubble gum for herself. She sat long enough for a few plaits and proceeded to flaunt the fact that bubble gum was in her near future. When the middle and oldest girl found out about it, it sent the whole house into a frenzy of what was fair and what wasn’t, causing Elijah to settle a few more debts and make resolutions.

After she finished Alice’s hair, the second problem snuck up on her. In the middle of cooking, their oldest daughter, Dorothy, stumbled into the kitchen to ask which plates needed to be taken outside to the dining table. It was a simple question, but it had taken Annie’s mind clean off of the task at hand. After getting the fine china off the top shelf for the twelve-year-old, Annie realized her first batch of catfish had been burned to a crisp.

The third problem was that she was sharing the kitchen with her husband. Elijah was a wonderful cook, and he could cook macaroni and cheese and collard greens like nobody’s business. But when she shared a kitchen with him, it also meant she was sharing a kitchen with Lena. Their middle child was a rambunctious little thing, always following behind her papa, always trying to be bigger than her age. Annie loved that about her, but frying fish and manning several other dishes with a seven-year-old running around was a recipe for disaster. The kitchen was a mess of flower and dirty dishes, and Lena needed a change of clothes before the rest of the family even showed up.

But everyone was late.

Supper was supposed to start at 3. It was enough time for the sun to be high in the sky and for the kids to run around for a little bit while they could, but when 3 o’clock came and went, the couple knew it’d be at least thirty minutes before folks started trickling in.

“Might as well leave that food in the oven ‘til they get here,” Elijah considered, stirring his greens while looking over his shoulder at his wife. The oven had been off for a while, but the heat would keep the food from going cold. He wasn’t too worried about it, but he could see the expression settling deep onto his wife’s face.

She was overstimulated—understandably so. She’d been up and moving all damn day, ducking and dodging their three girls, cooking a hell of a whole lot of food, and solving every problem as it arised. He’d been there beside her all day and had been watching to make sure she stayed sane, but everyone being late was taking her over the edge.

While their responsibilities were pretty much divided—Annie handled the meats while Elijah handled the sides, Annie did the girls’ hair while the man made sure they were clothed, Annie cleaned inside while Elijah took care of the outside—the woman took things to heart in a way he didn’t.

Smoke prided himself on staying cool under pressure and being that solid rock his family needed. Annie was normally that as well, standing firm right beside him, but when they were hosting dinners or parties at their home, she was a whole different person.

Annie could get real strict trying to maintain order. She wanted you on time, looking sharp, smelling good, and with some type of offering in your hand for her table. As he observed the tension in her jaw as Annie overworked a dish that was past done cooking, the man knew that if he didn’t do something soon, everyone who stepped foot inside their home would get chewed out.

“Sweetheart,” Elijah eased his way in, trying to settle her a little by adding sugar to his tone. Annie rolled her eyes, whisking the dish extra hard to get her frustrations out. She couldn’t care less about what ever her husband had to say; The comforting scent of homecooked food and the lovely sound of their daughters’ laughter were working together to add to her overstimulation. It was too much going on, and she didn’t need Smoke adding on to it.

“Baby,” the man pressed firmly, walking over and standing behind her. He placed his arms around her waist, holding her there. “I know you hear me, woman. What can I do to get you to calm down some, huh? You gon’ stress yourself half to death.”

“I don’t need no help doin’ nothing, Elijah,” she tried to argue, but the words came out like honey as he kissed along her neck. His lips were cool and soft, easing that rough fire that was beginning to blaze underneath the surface. The woman wanted everything to go perfectly this year, and she hated when there was even a single hitch in her plans. She could have just as easily had a nice, quiet dinner with her husband and their three girls, but she valued her family, and she wanted the holiday to be about their love for each other.

But they were pissing her off mighty bad.

Elijah rubbed her hips, knowing that standing too long made her hurt there. He kissed around her hairline, pulling the developing headache away from her. His hands teased up the side of her pleated dress, feeling the ruffles of fabric, seeking out her soft skin underneath.

“How you want me to relieve yo’ stress, baby,” the man repeated, allowing his breath to run down the back of her neck. Annie’s breath hitched, body bending into his confident hands as small, exhausted whimpers left her mouth.

Elijah pulled her strap to the side, sucking on her skin to encourage her to answer him with words.

Annie’s mouth opened to let out a quiet moan as she readied herself to ask for what she needed.

“I know y’all ain’t doin’ no freaky shit over the candied yams,” Stack barged through the kitchen door, stunned in place at the sight of Smoke and Annie’s bodies too close for Jesus to have any room between them. The pair broke apart, Smoke staring his brother down and Annie gathering herself. The one second I get to relieve my stress, and of course it gets interrupted, she thought, whispering angrily under her breath.

“Elias,” the man grumbled, irritated at the intrusion.

“Don’t go barkin’ my name, nigga,” the younger twin laughed off, moving deeper into the room to set down two brown paper bags. He chuckled at the look Annie threw him, a scowl set on her lips, but Stack could never not let a joke leave his mouth. “I come bearin’ gifts,” he pointed toward the bag, “and all I get is you sayin’ my name like I did something wrong and Annie cuttin’ them eyes at me like I ain’t just watch her almost give it up over the food.”

“Shut yo’ ass up, boy;” “Fuck you, Stack,” the couple said at the same time, insulted and embarrassed all at once. He was definitely right. If Elias had walked in five minutes later, he would have been welcomed with an entirely different sight.

“If you was on time,” Annie began, forcing her anger down, “maybe we’d be much more pleasant toward you, Elias.”

“Well, looks like I’m the first one here, sister-in-law,” the younger twin chuckled, looking over into pots and rubbing his hands together as he imagined fixing his plate. “I could at least get a few points for that.”

As the two went back and force, Elias trying to convince Annie to let him make a plate while they waited, Elijah moved over to the bags his twin brought.

“You brought moonshine to family dinner,” Smoke scoffed incredulously at the gallon-size glass jug full of clear liquor staring right at him. Annie chuckled behind them, crossing her arms under her chest in disbelief.

“Mhm,” Stack nodded with pride. “I also brought something for my sister and my nieces,” he concluded, pushing his brother to the side. Going into the second bag, Stack pulled out one large bouquet of flowers and three single roses. “For you, Anne,” he presented the woman with the bouquet. He bowed slightly, pulling a laugh from her chest that replaced the scowl she’d given him just minutes ago. “Moonshine for the menfolk, and flowers for the ladies,” he nodded like somehow it made sense. He pointed in the direction he was walking, turning his nose up at his next words. “I’m headin’ out back, so make y’all freaky asses decent, please.”

Stepping out onto the backporch, Elias called to his three nieces who were playing just beyond the tree line. The yard was huge with lots of places to explore. Looking over to the side, he saw the dinner table halfway set up.

When the three girls saw their uncle, they wasted no time in bolting his way, stumbling over each other to be the first one to welcome one of their favorite people.

“Uncle Stack,” Alice yelled, looking just like her mama.

The man stepped off the porch and into the yard, opening his arms wide to hug his nieces.

“Ain’t y’all looking pretty today,” he complimented, getting down on one knee so he could see them head on. They all had on dresses of the same style but in their favorite colors. “Y’all ready to get y’all eat on?”

“Yes,” Lena shouted ecstatically, bouncing on her feet as she rattled off her thoughts. “I helped Papa with the greens today,” she smiled real bright, grin looking just like her uncle’s when he was feeling proud.

“Look at you,” he applauded her, tickling her sides. “And what about you, Doe? You feelin’ alright?” He always made sure to check in with the oldest girl. Dorothy was just like his brother—quiet, reserved, burdening herself with watching over her sisters. Unlike Elijah and Elias, she had the chance to just be a kid, but that didn’t stop the younger twin from making sure she was alright.

“I’m feelin’ good Uncle Stack,” she smiled lowly. “I’m ready for Mama’s turkey!”

“Girl, you and me both,” he high-fived her, rubbing his stomach at the thought of his turkey and greens touching on that plate.

In the middle of his daydream as the two older girls laughed at him, Elias felt something tugging on his shirt sleeve. Spooked, he looked down to find Alice’s big, brown eyes looking right back at him.

“Is them for us, Uncle Stacky,” she asked, pointing towards the flowers. She had the cutest little southern accent, and her affinity for calling him Stacky always pulled at his heartstrings. He followed her glare to the roses, holding them out.

“Well,” he smiled brightly, watching as the three girls all perked up, becoming antsy with what he’d say, “as a matter of fact, they are.” Stack never came over without bringing them something. Be it a flower, some candy, or a rock shaped like something stupid and familiar, he always made sure his nieces had something to look forward to from him.

He handed a flower to each girl, and one by one, they all thanked him politely with wide grins.

“Papa, can you put these in some of them vases,” Lena asked her father, holding up her and her sister’s flowers. She handed each one of them to him individually, notating whose flower is which so they didn’t get all mixed up. Elijah nodded along to each word, putting on a serious face because in a house of girls, it was just that serious.

“I got you, puddin’,” he smiled, kissing her forehead. He turned toward the cabinet, pulling out three small vases and filling them with water. Lena watched as he popped a flower into each vase, reciting to her whose flower was whose. “You gon’ and run along,” he instructed with a chuckle when she seemed satisfied with what he’d done. “I’ll put ‘em in y’all rooms in a minute.”

Like the polite child they had raised, Lena listened to his order, thanking her father and kissing her mother on the cheek before returning to her sisters and uncle outside. Annie laughed as the little girl ran out the back door, shaking her head in amusement.

“Them girls too spoiled for they own good,” she whispered funnily, peering out the back door as all three of them tackled their uncle to the ground. Stack pretended they had the upper hand as they tickled him, getting his nice clothes covered in grass stains.

Smoke watched alongside her, leaning against her as he whispered into her ear.

“You sayin’ that like you not spoiled, too.” He meant it as a gotcha to her, but they both knew that a spoiled Annie was only a gotcha to Smoke. The man would fight whole wars and rip through whole cities to make sure Annie had what she needed. He’d done it before and he’d do it again.

“Mhm,” Annie hummed, sidestepping the man on her way to the kitchen and swatting at his chest.

About 15 minutes after Stack had arrived, in came Sammie, Pearline, and Delta Slim—all decked out in their Autumn finest, all carrying various items. While Annie and Smoke had cooked the main dishes, the others were tasked with bringing deserts and drinks. Delta Slim brought his family’s sweet tea because he swore by the recipe, and the young couple brought an Italian Cream cake and two sweet potato pies.

Five minutes later, Cornbread and Therise waltzed in with their two youngins. They brought with them two pecan pies, a chocolate cake, and lemonade. And within a few minutes, Bo, Grace, and Lisa arrived. They only brought with them a few things to really kick the dinner into gear—upon request from the lady of the house, of course.

The couple had given Annie and Smoke a special deal on the catfish and turkey, so all they were asked to bring was ice, table cloths, and empty bellies. Bo, of course, snuck in a deck of cards and a wad of cash so he could play the men out of their money after dessert.

Finally it seemed that supper could begin, and at 4:15—an hour and fifteen minutes off schedule—they began fixing plates and sitting at the table.

“Alright, now,” Delta Slim sat his plate down in front of him. “How ‘bout we say what we thankful for before we eat, hm?” The long table was right up under a large oak tree, the last few leaves of Autumn shading them from the sun. It was never too cold this time of year in Mississippi, and supper outside felt refreshing to everyone’s hearts.

“Man, I’m tryna eat,” Stack grunted, stuffing his face with catfish already.

Smoke rolled his eyes as he helped his baby girl into her chair. The man didn’t play that kid’s table mess; He wanted his babies to feel included and safe. Making sure his wife and daughters were good and settled, Elijah turned towards Delta Slim before taking his seat at the head of the table.

“That sounds good to me, Slim,” the older twin agreed, shooting a look Elias’ way when he started to argue. Smoke cleared his throat, laying his elbows on top of the table cloth as he prepared to speak.

Everyone turned their eyes toward the man. His energy commanded the entire table from the oldest to the youngest.

“I’d like to say that I’m thankful for my wife and my children and my beautiful family,” Elijah began, looking around the table. He was surrounded by all the people he loved most. Annie sat to his left, grabbing his hand and tangling their fingers. His daughters sat next to her, smiling widely with pride. “There’s a lot of lonely people in this world,” he continued, “and while I’ve been through a world of trouble and pain, I’ve never truly been alone.” His eyes turned towards his brother who sat to his right. “So I’m thankful for this little life that I got with the most amazing woman at my side and three beautifully smart little girls and a brother who works my nerves and all you fine folk.”

The table chuckled at the final statement, speaking how much they appreciated the man right back.

Elijah looked toward his wife, passing the floor over for her to tell of her gratitude.

“I’m thankful for peace and wisdom,” she spoke earnestly, squeezing Smoke’s hand. “So much is goin’ on in this world, and I have been through some things. I’m just happy to have the knowledge that I have. I’m happy to see smiles on my babies faces everyday. And I’m happy for my Elijah.”

They went around the table like that for a few minutes, each person saying different variations of simply being grateful for life and family.

When it had gotten to Dorothy, she said she was grateful to her parents for their love and for giving her her little sisters.

Lena said she was thankful for being able to play outside all the time, adding in her family on the back end after rambling on for a bit.

And little Alice said she was thankful for her mama and her papa and her big sister Doe and her other big sister Lena and her Uncle Stacky and her flower from Uncle Stacky and her mama for doing her hair and her papa for helping make her plate and a whole bunch of other random things that had the table ready to cry from her cuteness.

“Family is so important, y’all,” Annie spoke as supper was drawing to a close. All the children were off playing, and dessert had already been handed out and scarfed down. Conversations seized on the later end of the table, and the group traded agreements, focusing only on Annie without any question. “I’ll admit that y’all had me ‘bout ready to choke y’all for making us late eatin’,” she confessed, making the table erupt in laughters and short apologies about the day being hectic. Elijah reached over. He had a bright smile on his face, heart swelling in adoration. “But family is everything. So even if I wanna kill y’all sometimes, I love y’all something serious.”

“We love you, too, girl,” Pearline yelled, pretending to reach over the large table to grab her friend’s hand.

Stack, Cornbread, Therise, Grace, Bo, Slim, and Sammie all added on their love, thanking Annie and Smoke for the food and for hosting. More apologies were sent for their tardiness, but Annie waved them off. All was good now. She was surrounded by the people she loves and the sun was setting in a fine day.

Elijah sat beside her, looking at her like she owned the whole world. He loved seeing her in this environment: when all the stress proved itself to be worth it in the end; when she was happy with the people that surrounded her and the sound of their girls playing in the background was like music to her ears again.

Annie met his eyes, a content yet tired smile taking over her face. She was certainly exhausted, and while the stress had left her mind, it still lingered in her body as back pain and aching feet. But she knew her Elijah would take care of all that in due time. The couple retreated into their own little space, tuning out the sound of folks shouting over the table as they leaned in for a much-needed kiss.

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[oneiric-wanderlust]

There are legends of people born with the gift of making music so true, it can pierce the veil between life and death. Conjuring spirits from the past and the future.

Sinners (2025)│Directed by Ryan Coogler.

[melancholymetropolis]

Sinners Masterlist

Lied To You--- When a night of passion leads to a baby, and Stack finds out seven years too late.

Part(s): One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Character Index: William Chow

[charliedawn]

Ngl I love your Sinners fanfics since they're the only ones that are closer to getting Cornbread content. I do have one request in mind right now: Since you did one on the reader getting jealous how would the vampires react to being jealous themselves?

Cornbread

Cornbread sees it and sighs like you’re giving him extra work. “Oh hell no…don’t make me get up.”

He tries ignoring it for a minute. He wants to avoid the effort. But when the flirting continues? He stands, cracks his neck, and strolls over with the slow confidence of a man who knows everyone should be scared of him.

“Move along,” he says simply.

If they don’t? He steps closer. Too close. “I said: move along. Champ.”

Then he puts an arm around your shoulders and grumbles: “Why people always gotta go after what’s mine…? Should I tattoo my name on your forehead for ‘em to get the fuckin’ point?” Proceeds to kiss said forehead and you both walk away.

Stack

Stack acts amused. That’s how you know he’s jealous. Some guy at the bar buys you a drink? Stack starts grinning like he’s watching a comedy special.

“Oh this is adorable,” he says, leaning back. “Lil’ man thinks he has a chance.”

The stranger gets cocky and touches your arm. Stack’s smile disappears instantly. He stands slowly, walks over, takes your drink from your hand, downs it in one go, then wraps an arm around your waist.

“Lemme help ya out, buddy,” he says pleasantly. “That one’s taken.”

The guy scoffs. Big mistake. Stack leans in close enough for his eyes to flash red. “Now walk away before I stop using manners.”

Afterward he’s all smug—pulling you into his lap, kissing your shoulder, muttering: “People got real bad survival instincts around you, baby.”

Mary

Mary gets real mad real quick. You’ll be chatting happily with someone and suddenly realize Mary’s gone quiet beside you. Very quiet. Then she smiles politely at the person flirting with you.

And somehow that’s worse.

“Oh sweetheart,” she says softly, “I think you’ve misunderstood the situation.”

The room suddenly feels ten degrees colder. The flirt nervously laughs. Mary doesn’t. She steps beside you, smooth as silk, and gently fixes your collar like she owns you.

Because she does.

“You’re wasting your time,” she says sweetly. “They’re already spoken for.”

Then she takes your hand and leads you away with perfect elegance while the poor soul behind you reconsiders every life choice they’ve ever made.

Bo

Bo gets OFFENDED. “Are you kiddin’ me right now?”

You’re just standing there while some stranger flirts. “Nah, nah, hold on. I leave ya unattended for FIVE minutes and suddenly folks think there’s applications open?”

He marches over, grabs your waist possessively, and points at himself. “Do I look dead to you? ‘Cause I’m standin’ right here.”

The stranger awkwardly apologizes. Bo just laughs humorlessly.

“Damn right.” Then he turns to you with narrowed eyes. “And you. Smilin’ all pretty at people. D’ya enjoy seein’ me suffer or somethin’?”

Meanwhile his hand never leaves your hip the rest of the night. Not once.

Bert

Bert gets jealous in the funniest possible way.“OH this motherfucker’s flirting.”

You almost choke laughing because he says it with genuine betrayal. The stranger tries to introduce themselves and Bert shakes their hand aggressively.

“Hi. Husband. Existing husband. Current husband. Permanent husband.”

The person leaves almost immediately.

Bert turns to you, offended. “Did you SEE that? Right in front of me! The nerve!”

You’re laughing too hard to answer. He grabs your face dramatically. “Baby. How dare ya?! I’m sensitive. Delicate. Frail. I demand kisses! Now!” Proceeds to kiss you all over your face.

Five minutes later he’s over it and asking if you wanna get fries.

Joan

Joan’s jealousy is terrifying because she remains perfectly composed. Someone flirts with you at a bookstore café and Joan simply watches from across the room.

Calm. Elegant. Deadly.

Then she closes her book, stands, and glides over.

“Darling,” she says to you warmly, completely ignoring the stranger at first. “There you are.”

She kisses your hand. Only then does she acknowledge the other person with a small glance. “…Still here?”

The flirt stammers something awkward.

Joan smiles faintly. “How persistent.”

You can practically hear the person’s survival instincts activating. Joan loops her arm through yours and walks away without another word, entirely confident you’ll follow.

You do. Obviously.

Annie

Annie gets clingy when jealous. Someone compliments you and suddenly Annie is attached to your arm like glue.

“Oh wow,” she says brightly. “That’s so sweet! They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

You can already hear the danger underneath the cheerfulness. The stranger nods nervously. Annie smiles wider. Then she kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then your temple.

One after another until you’re laughing.

“Annie—”

“What?” she asks innocently. “I’m just loving my partner.”

The stranger excuses themselves almost immediately.

Annie waits until they’re gone before hugging you tightly. Then she asks for cuddles as compensation for her suffering.

Remmick

Remmick notices immediately.

Doesn’t matter if someone just smiled at you for too long or touched your shoulder in conversation…his head snaps towards it. At first he tries to behave. He stands there with his arms crossed, jaw flexing, eyes narrowed into slits while he watches some idiot laugh at your jokes a little too eagerly.

Then you smile back. Oh, now he’s suffering.

He lets out the most wounded sigh imaginable and mutters to himself: “…Aye. Fine. Cool. Great. Love that.”

You don’t even realize he’s crossed the room until suddenly he’s behind you, chest against your back, chin dropping heavily onto your shoulder.

“Hi,” he says loudly with a large fanged grin.

The poor soul flirting with you goes pale immediately because Remmick is staring at them like he’s mentally measuring their coffin.

You try not to laugh. “Remmick—”

“No, no, continue,” he says sweetly, smile stretched too wide. “Don’t let me interrupt ye flirtin’ with me beloved.”

The person says. “I wasn’t flirting.”

“Mmhm.” He does not believe them. One arm snakes around your waist possessively.

“…D’ye mind?” he finally asks them. “Yer seconds away from becomin’ dinner.”

They leave QUICK. The second they’re gone, Remmick turns to you with narrowed eyes.“Did ye enjoy that?”

You grin. “Maybe a little.”

“A little?! Oh, that’s cruel. Yer cruel.” He clutches his chest dramatically. “Flirted with another man right in front o’ me beautiful giant eyes.”

“I smiled at him once.” You tried to justify yourself.

“TWICE.” Then he proceeds to drag you away by the hand so he can sulk in private. Except his sulking mostly consists of him wrapped around you like an overgrown bat while grumbling into your neck. “Should bite people who look at ye too long. Would solve a lotta problems.”

You laugh and kiss his cheek.

He immediately softens.

“…Alright,” he mumbles. “Maybe not bite. Maybe just hiss at ‘em. Very loudly.”

[eterniascent]

one of the coolest looking casts in recent memory