#sinner 2025

[sweeetestcurse]

Michael B. Jordan as The Smokestack Twins in Sinners 02/??

[shereeluvssinners]

Michael and Wunmi

I wanted a picture but this is better 🥰

[localfanficlover]

After Hours

(Bo Chow x OC)

(This is pt.2 to this Bo imagine, but you don’t need to read that to read this)

Trigger Warnings:

(rough sex, oral (f. receiving), emotionally intense smut, power dynamics, unprotected sex, possessive tone, p in v)

MDNI below the cut

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He locks the door without a word.

Not hurried. Not frantic. Just decided.

Your back hits the wall before you even realize he’s moved, one hand still firm on your waist, the other slidin’ up beneath your blouse—fingertips hot and sure, rough palms chasin’ the curve of your ribs like he’s feelin’ his way through a dream he ain’t ready to wake up from.

“Ain’t right,” he mutters against your mouth, voice low and wrecked, “but it don’t make no difference no more.”

You nod, but he ain’t askin’.

Then he kisses you like he’s starved—deep, messy, teeth knockin’ a little, tongue possessive. And when he drops to his knees in front of you, you grab the shelf behind you to steady yourself, ’cause the look in his eyes already took the breath outta your lungs.

“Lift it up, darlin’.”

You pull your skirt up with shaky hands, and he wastes no time—grippin’ your thighs like they belong to him, draggin’ you down onto his tongue with a groan that rattles clean through you.

He eats you like he’s missed meals for this. Like he means to memorize every damn sound you make.

And Lord, you make sounds.

Whines and gasps spill from your lips as his tongue moves slow at first, almost sweet. But he don’t stay sweet. He gets greedy. Messy. His mouth workin’ you open while his fingers dig bruises into your hips like he can’t stand not bein’ deeper. And every time you try to pull away from the overload, he growls and pulls you back down onto his face.

You fall apart with a cry he swallows like a man thirsty for it.

And when he stands, slick with you, thumb draggin’ across his mouth like he’s tryin’ to save the taste—he don’t even give you a second to think. Just turns you ‘round, presses your cheek to the cool wall, and pulls his belt loose with one sharp tug.

Zip.

“Told you,” he growls in your ear, pressin’ the thick weight of him between your thighs, “I been tryin’ to be good.”

Then he pushes inside.

Slow. Deep. And you both stop breathin’.

He don’t rush it. No—he grinds, real filthy, hips rollin’ in that perfect rhythm that pulls whimpers straight outta your throat. He holds your hips like he’s afraid you might vanish, keeps his chest pressed to your back so close you can feel every breath, every curse, every growl he bites off against your skin.

“Feel how tight you are for me, girl?” he grits out. “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this—every night—since the first time you smiled at me like you knew somethin’ I didn’t.”

He fucks you hard. Deep. Til the shelves rattle. Til your legs shake and you come again, clenching around him so sweet he lets out a ragged, broken moan and spills inside you with a low, “Goddamn.”

Then there’s nothin’.

Just the two of you—pressed together in the dark, chests heavin’, skin damp, hearts beatin’ too loud.

He don’t move right away.

Just keeps his arms wrapped around you like he needs the contact more than air.

“You alright?” he says against your shoulder, voice softened by the come-down, that Southern twang more tender now.

You nod, still floatin’.

That’s when he turns you around—slow, gentle—til you’re facin’ him again. His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushin’ the sweat-slick skin like he ain’t quite believin’ you’re real.

“Ain’t mean to go at you like that,” he murmurs, eyes searchin’ yours, “but I ain’t never wanted nothin’ so bad in my whole damn life.”

You reach up and touch his chest, feelin’ the thunder still rollin’ under his ribs. And when he leans his forehead against yours, quiet as a prayer, you finally see it.

Not just the want.

The need.

“You wrecked me, girl,” he says, barely a whisper. “And I don’t think I want fixin’.”

The silence after is warm. Soft. The kind that says maybe this ain’t just heat. Maybe it ain’t just lust or loneliness.

Maybe it’s the start of somethin’ that’s gonna ruin both of you in the best possible way.

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Since y’all loved the last one so much, here y’all go. I’m working on my Annie request as y’all are reading this so it should be done soon. ❤️

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[livingfandomly]

People saying they saw Annie as only a maternal figure when she showed up are wack. I saw her and KNEW she had Smoke by the balls. Literally. But I can 100% see why people would choose to diminish her sexuality because of how they perceive woman. Annie is such a gorgeous woman and more than that? Probably an even bigger point why people didn’t clock that Smoke was her man is because of the command and confidence she had over her femininity. She was the North Star of the movie and that’s just a fact.

[wakandamama]

Annie gotta be the one to do school drop off because the one time she sent Smoke to do it, he canceled the first day of school.

At 8.30am Annie gets a notification that their daughters were marked with excused absences for the rest of the day. Then, Stack's messy ass sent her a video of Smoke and the girls at the donut shop.

Both of her daughters are happily scarfing down doughnut holes and chocolate milk in their brand new school dresses while Smoke admires them.

His eyes are still teary from where he started crying in the drop off line at the idea of his babies being all grown and at school (Kindergarten) all day instead of with him.

[iamyourwayout]

Joan and Bert, deleted scene

[my-path-serpentine]

all the little gay white bitches talking about how they'd ride the vampire's dick from Sinners are just proving how all those little straight white bitches date and marry massively racist conservative men because they only care about their own wants and needs, not the real impact of racist dudes because they're literally no different

ooh blood ooh its sexy

yeah he's still a fucking racist character isn't he though

[dangerslutxxx]

Bound!Remmick AU

Annie wakes up before dawn one day and finds Remmick standing over her baby's grave. She is angry and afraid finding him there, and banishes him to his hole under her house before he can even say a word.

Some time passes and while Annie doesn't forget about the moment, it falls to the back of her mind. She continues to leave milk and flowers at her daughter's grave.

One night, when Smoke is away and Annie can’t sleep, Remmick shows up at her door. He asks her about the grave and saying sorry for Annie's loss. They get to talking about Annie's baby girl, how perfect she was and how she looked so much like Smoke. They talk about Annie and Smoke maybe trying for another baby, especially now that the Juke is making good money and Smoke settling back into a normal life.

Remmick talks about how he remembers his mother always being pregnant, but have only a few siblings survive past their first years. People died so much more in the past. He feels like he had a child of his own, but he can't remember for sure. Doesn’t know if he is mixing up memories, thinking his youngest siblings are his children. He's sure he had a wife. He was more than old enough to marry by the time he was turned, but he can't remember her name or what she looked like.

Annie thinks he should kill him and send him to his long dead family, but she can't do it herself. Remmick has grown on her. These soft moments, seeing the human in the monster, have gotten to Annie.