Me seeing a bunch of people saying Sinners doesn't deserve the large amount of Oscar Nominations it has because it's apparently “Mid” or “Not good” or they haven't heard of it despite the crazy marketing:
Edit: Reblogs are turned off now because a bunch of butthurt people felt called out and felt the need to reblog stupid shit while engagement farming off of MY post.
Because they think the post is saying “If you don’t like this movie you’re racist.” Even though people who can actually fucking read know that’s not what the post says.
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an. literally took me forever to make this just for it to just be 2k words lolll... well this was originally supposed to be a Drabble but uh.. yeah
cw. modern au! southern! reader and smoke, chubby! reader, reader and smoke are married, okay onto the smut stuff.... I got a little freaky y'all. Im exploring. daddy kink, smoke lowkey has a foot fetish, but it's really not much, like a little toe sucking and it's at the end, oral: male receiving, it was my first time writing this so uh hope it's not bad, pinv, unprotected sex, but like they're married so it don't matter, squirting, but again very minor, creampie, not proofread or anything so if there are mistakes... no there isn't. also reader and smoke are switches... I think smoke has a sub side idk fight me about it, jk don't fight me im not bout that life.
Elijah “Smoke” Moore was a man of his word. Anything he promised to you, he would bend over backwards to make sure you got it. Years ago, when the two of you first met, he promised you that one day you’d be his wife. You laughed, but he was serious. No smile in sight even as you giggled and drawled a “Boy, you stupid,” You had only had one, singular conversation. How could he make a promise like that? Only three years later, he got down on one knee and proposed and well… he followed through with his promise. The day of your wedding, during the exchanging of vows, he promised to love you unconditionally, to only be yours and to give you everything your heart desired. He followed through with those promises as well. So now, with six years of marriage under your belt. You asked for a date night because you missed your husband. You knew if he made a promise and he’d keep it.
“I’ll hit the farm real early for you, Baby. That way you’ll have me all night,” He said. All serious and sturdy, like his words were made of stone. Solid and Immovable. You had looked up at him wrapping your arms around his waist.
“And we’ll have a date night here. I’ll make a nice dinner,” You reply, like it’s law. He nods with an affirmative hum. Then, you hit him with the question. The one that makes him buckle down on any task you give him. “You promise?”
“Do I look like some shady ass nigga?” He questions back. You purse your lips and tilt your head to the side. Not having to say anything for your expression does it for you. He sighs before kissing your temple. “I promise, baby,” He says, his tone a little softer. You grin ear to ear, grabbing him and kissing all over his face.
The next day, Smoke is up before the sun is. Making sure the animals are fed and taken care of and doing any work that needs to be done. Quick and efficient. By early evening, everything is done. He comes inside, sweaty, covered in mud and yet still full of energy saved just for you.
“Would’ve been done had them chickens not dug they way out the coop,” He huffs, wiping sweat off of his brow. You giggle from the kitchen.
“Them damn chickens,” You reply, busy trying to finish dinner. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“Them damn chickens,” He repeats back with a huff of laughter. You can hear heavy steps coming towards the kitchen.
“I know you didn’t wear them dirty ass boots in my house, Elijah?” You question, though it sounds more like a statement.
“No, Ma’am. I took them off on the porch,” He says, like he knows better. He stands in the doorway, his eyes scanning your frame from head to toe. Your boho knotless braids long enough that the ends brush against your lower back, you’re wearing one of his favorite dresses. A creamy tan, flowy, yet it still hugs your waist and wide hips. Your breasts sit heavy, fabric practically straining to stretch and contain such an abundant bosom. You wear a surplus of jewelry, all gold, crystals and beads. They compliment the radiance of your brown skin. Sometimes, Smoke just likes to look at you in all your glory. Completely blown away by your effortless beauty. As if feeling his stare, you turn around and smile.
“Can I help you, Mister?” You inquire, country twang heavy on your tongue. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. You grin and place a hand on your hip.
“You just real pretty,” He says, slow and easy like he has all the time in the world. You hum, an appreciative sound and he knows you're flattered by the dimples in your cheeks as you fight the huge smile that wants to take over your face. He shifts from foot to foot before speaking again. “Imma shower. Get ready ready for dinner,” He announces, you hum again this time slightly distractedly, focused on finishing dinner. You hear him head up the stairs then a few minutes later, the shower running. About an hour passes, you’ve finished setting the table. Smoke comes down the stairs, the wood creaking ever so quietly, worn from the routine of going up and down them for quite some time. You turn once you hear him enter the kitchen. There he stands, tall, strong, and effortlessly handsome. You smile at his attire, a crisp white t-shirt practically painted onto sculpted muscle, his nicest pair of jeans that hug his thighs a little, looking all fresh and relaxed after his shower. Smelling like soap, steam, and your favorite cologne of his.
“Hi, baby,” You practically purr. He smirks. Something subtle but definitely there.
“Hey, ma,” Opening up his arms, you don’t hesitate to walk right into them. His embrace is warm, tender, and secure. You sigh softly, having really missed your husband. Sometimes with him tending to the farm he gets lost in the work. Only coming inside once he’s absolutely sure everything is going as it should. Late nights when you're fast asleep and he climbs in then, the very bright morning after he’s out again. So, this hug feels so special when he hasn’t had the time to. He feels it, which is why he murmurs a soft yet gruff “I know, baby,” and kisses the top of your head. After a few moments, you pull away to look at him again.
“You look real nice,” You giggle, smoothing a hand down the front of his shirt. His smirk widens at that before a heavy hand swiftly makes contact with your ass with a resounding smack. You yelp, a stinging sensation left behind from the slap.
“Cut it out, girl. You know I’m easy,” He chuckles, pulling away to have a seat at the table.
“Like Sunday morning,” You hum, taking your own seat. He shakes his head though he knows it’s true.
Dinner is easy. Smooth conversation and playful banter is shared between bites. It’s good, it’s everything you’ve missed so much. It’s everything he promised it would be. After dinner, dishes are washed together with soft neo soul playing in the background and it’s how you end up dancing together in the kitchen. His hands on your hips, occasionally squeezing as if worried you’ll slip out of his grasp. Your arms looped around his neck, bodies pressed together like there is no tomorrow. He sways you gently to the slow rhythm of the music, your eyes closed and your cheek pressed against his chest. You hum softly along with the song.
“Thanks for tonight. I really appreciate you going out your way for this,” You say softly, craning your head up to look at him. His eyebrows furrow slightly, as if mildly offended.
“Why you always thanking me for the bare minimum? Make me feel like I’m not shit or sum,” He grumbles. You laugh, full and warm, and oh so genuine. It makes him soften a little bit. He loves your laugh. He loves you. “I’m serious, woman. I promised you, didn’t I? So, I got it done,” He says it like it’s the most juvenile idea to practice. You only smile wider.
“Elijah, you’ve been keeping your promises since I met you. I’m allowed to be grateful,” You chuckle. He kisses his teeth before tilting your head up by tapping your chin lightly. His lips press firm against yours. The kiss, smooth and sure. It almost deepens but he pulls away before it can. He’s such a tease.
“You my ole lady, my wife. That’s how this shit supposed to go,” He mutters, capturing your lips again in another teasing kiss that only leaves you aching for more. A familiar warmth building in your lower tummy. It only makes you wonder. When was the last time you had sex with your husband? You can’t quite remember. Then, it’s definitely been too long. You hum, Your eyes going lidded and glossing over subtly. He notices the shift when he pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes again. And you're giving him that look, the one he can’t resist. Undeniably seductive and persuasive without you having to say anything at all. It has him chubbing up so fast, it should be embarrassing. He feels no shame though. “Supposed to take care of you… anyway I can,” He murmurs, so close his lips brush against yours with every word he forms. As if perfectly queued up, the slow groove of Brown Skin by India.Arie starts to fill the air. The tension only thickens, that magnetic pull growing stronger, and arousal spikes between the two of you. Then before you can blink his lips are on yours for the third time. No longer teasing, instead full of deep hunger. Your hands slide under his shirt, feeling smooth skin and the ridges of his abs. His lips part in a huff and you steal the chance to glide your tongue into his mouth. He grunts quietly, suckling on the soft wet muscle. You whimper into the kiss, licking deeper into his mouth. You both part with a wet smack, already plump lips starting to swell even more. He quickly tugs his shirt off and your back on him. You kiss up his jawline, a hand wrapping around his throat to keep him in place as you lick and nip at the shell of his ear. You feel his Adam’s Apple bob against your palm, swallowing down the pathetic sound that wants to escape him. You grin, playful, conniving.
“You like that, daddy?” You purr, his knees almost buckle from the tone of your voice alone. Dick twitching in his now painfully tight jeans. You giggle at his reaction.
“Don’t do me like that, mama,” He groans, his hands snaking down to grip the plumpness of your ass. Then, he give your left cheek a firm slap. You gasp, and his hands slide back up to the straps of your dress. He tugs them down, taking his time getting the fabric off of you. Your lips find his neck slowly kissing lower and lower as he gets you out of the dress. You have half a mind to kick the fabric away once it pools at your ankles. You kiss your way down his abs maintaining eye contact during your descent. He stares back, his plush bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He watches as you slowly undo his jeans, tugging them down just enough that his black Calvin Klein’s are the only barrier between you and the stiff thickness that awaits you. Your tongue drags up his bulge, he tosses his head back and whines. He can’t stop the sound you pull out of him so easily. He twitches against your warm wet tongue and you decide to stop teasing him. You tug his boxers down until eight and a half inches of girthy length bobs just millimeters away from your mouth. Your mouth waters, at the sight of it. Toasted mauve colored tip leaking translucent pearly white precum, dark chocolate brown shaft decorated with thick veins. You wrap a hand around the base of him, he’s heavy and warm in your grip. You place wet open-mouthed kisses from his crown all the way down to his base before flattening your tongue and dragging your way back to his tip to pop him into your mouth. He hisses, quads slightly flexing, face scrunched like he’s in pain. You smile smugly as you pull back.
“I barely started, Daddy,” You whisper, he kisses his teeth and runs his hands through your braids before gripping them tightly to tug your head back. Even the inherently rough action is so very gentle in your husband's hands. A giggle bubbles up that you have to swallow down.
“It’s been a minute,” He huffs, though you know him like the back of your hand. He’s always like this. Soon enough he guides himself back into your mouth, you take him with ease. Gentle suction and wet bobs of your head enough to make his toes curl as he grunts and groans with pleasure. Watching his fall apart has you soaking your panties with arousal. You keep a steady rhythm until his legs slightly tremble and he tugs at your hair. You pull off with a pop. His chest heaves with heavy breaths. “Almost nutted,” He chuckles breathlessly, you giggle softly before kissing your way back up his body and standing to your feet. He pulls you into what feels like the nth kiss, though you could never get sick of it. His hands grab your waist, squeezing the soft fat there. It doesn’t take long for you both to end up in the bedroom.
He has you on your back, your undergarments long gone. Neither of you talk, too wrapped up in pleasure to even speak. Your moans have been trapped in the back of your throat. His dick so deep, it feels as if he’s rearranging your guts. Your legs are bracketed over his shoulders, his body folded over yours only practically folding you in half. His thrusts are deep and slow, his hips roll and undulate in the most mind melting rhythm, his tip dragging against that spongey spot inside of you with every long stroke. Your nails scratch at his back, eyes rolling back from pleasure. Elijah never looks away from you though, his eyes watching your every reaction. For a moment, he even forgets his own pleasure. Too amazed by your expressions. He keeps methodically working you up and up, slowly working you to your peak. All until, “Daddy,” You whine, breaking the silence and you clench around him. He shudders before pulling back finally seeing the creamy mess you’ve made and his cock. He moans before rubbing his thumb through the sticky slickness then rubbing your swollen clit while his free hand grabs your ankle. He kisses from the inside of your ankle up to the sole of your foot. You gasp. Your toes curl from the slightly ticklish sensation and the pleasure of him working your pussy.
“Come on, baby… cum on daddy’s dick,” He mumbles, he sucks on her big toe and his thrusts speed up. You clench hard around him, your back arching, feeling that coil tighten in your lower belly. You shy away from it scooting back slightly but he only tugs you right back where he wants you. “Nuh uh, you gone cum on this dick. I wasn’t asking,” He demands. Your legs tremble and his thumb only circles your clit faster.
“Ouuu, daddy,” You moan, and he nods.
“Yeah, I know, baby,” He coos back, and you flutter around him before your big crescendo. You hit your peak like waves crashing against rocks. “Oh fuck, You squirtin’ for me?” He questions between moans as your walls hug and milk him like no tomorrow. It’s enough to have him following right after you. His dick twitching and throbbing as he fills you with his hot sticky seed. He makes a sound, something between a groan and a whine, then collapses on top of you. You both lay together in silence for a few moments. It’s comfortable, and though quiet fills the room the love between you two is still loud and fierce. The silence is broken by him. He lifts his head and kisses your forehead. “You okay?” He asks, you nod.
“I’m a little more than okay,” You sigh out, content and satisfied. “I probably should clean up. I forgot to finish putting away those left overs,” You mutter, he presses and kisses your lips before carefully pulling out.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll run a bath and take care of it,” He replies, not even having to think about it. You smile fixing your mouth to say thank you and he stops you before your lips even part. “Bare minimum, woman,” He says, flatly. And though you disagree, you don’t argue.
“Okay, Elijah,” you chuckle softly.
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╰┈➤ "what?" smoke called out to you as he turned around. "you heard me" you tried your best not to seem intimidated by his sudden drop of tone as you stood in the middle of the room with your arm folded over your plump chest. "mama, don't start wit me" he replied chuckling as he walked passed you to the bedroom door, walking out and heading towards the bathroom. "i'm tired, okay? nigga been at work at since 6 this morning i don't have time to fight with you right now" he sighed.
"this the shit i be talking about" you "sneered" as you followed him into the bathroom. "what "shit" baby? i swear you always trying to argue cause you bored as fuck in this house, go get a hobby or sum" he huffed. "YOU! you're always walking away from everything like why can't you just handle the problem at hand?" you snapped, almost laughing as he looked at you like you were crazy.
" i know good in well you ain't just yell at me y/n....you getting beside yourself" he pointed a finger at you with a bitter chuckle. "i've always been like this babes, you just late to the party" you rolled your eyes.
he continued to stare at you as you can visibly see his patience for you is wearing thin as time passes. your words are finally breaking him and it's quite exciting as you felt moisture start to form downwards. you tried crossing your legs subtly but smoke caught onto it quick as he smirked before turning towards the shower and twisting the nob.
he did everything so silently after that and it honestly made you even more wet with a bit of nervousness as well. every time he does quiet like this, you know your legs aren't gonna be usable.
"you know what," he finally announced after the deadly silence. "i got something for you" he simply stated with no further explanation. you gulped as you built up the courage to point at him some more. "well, it's the least you can with that LITTLE dick of yours" you made sure to empathize the one word that would get him irritated.
your heart began to speed up as you anticipated for his reaction. smoke stopped what he was doing and turned towards you with furrowed eyebrows. "matter fact, stay in here and take off them clothes" he sternly asked as his jaw clenched.
you stood there stuck for a moment not knowing if you should listen to him or keep playing the game that you started. to be honest you were terrified for what treatment you're about to receive from your "attitude" towards him. "did you not hear what i just said woman? am i muted? are you deaf?" he questioned as he marched up towards you. "n-no" you shamelessly stuttered.
"then get yo ass out of them clothes and get in the shower wit me, aight?" he stared deep in your soul before huffing, turning around and started to take his clothes off one by one. you nervously shook as you reached for your top and slowly lifted it off your body.
soon, your bra was next, then your shorts, then your underwear went you were hesitant to take off due to your wetness making itself known as the slimy substance clung onto the fabric and your perfectly shaved pussy.
you subconsciously crossed your arms over your body as you watched him get into the shower. his manly back muscles were making themselves known. you took a deep breath before getting in after him. he didn't say anything to you as he used the body wash and loofa to clean his body.
you grabbed your own loofa and started to shower as well. a few minutes passed by and you were still nervous. him standing here with his back turned towards you under the shower as the water dripped down from his hair down to his brown skin.
he soon turned towards you, grabbed ahold of your waist with force as you slightly yelped in shock from the sudden aggression. "babe, my hair will get wet" you silently told him. "you think i care?" he rebutted, trailing his hands down from your waist to your hips before stopping at your ass to give you a harsh slap and soon turned you around forcefully.
you held onto the wall for support, you figured he wanted to fuck you in a certain position so you intentionally backed your ass up on him. "look at you, waiting to be fucked like the ho you is" he slapped your ass again watching as it jiggled from the force causing you to moan at the feeling. you can feel your slick trickle down your thighs.
"elijah, baby put it in" you whined backing your ass up on him again. "stop" he held onto your hips, forcing an arch in your back. "wasn't you just mad at me? huh? now you want this dick?" he grabbed his dick and slowly rubbed the tip up and down between your folds.
you moaned quite loudly as he dipped it into your hole a bit. his other hand kept an iron grip on your hip as he continued his torture. his dick getting wetter and wetter from your slick coating it. "wasn't you just saying how small my dick and now you aching for it?" he said in disbelief.
"i-i was joking baby please put it in, i need you" you cried out. "oh you was joking? yea let's see if it's a joke now" he remarked, plunging his dick into your hole using the hand that once held it towards your neck and began thrusting at a fast pace. your body jolted at each thrust. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned out his name.
"elijah~ you feel so good daddy" you whimpered as tried to keep your balance from his harsh thrusts. "yeah? i thought my dick was small though, you sure is taking it like a good ass slut" he grunted watching his dick disappear in and out of your hole. you bit your lip, pushing your ass onto him to meet his thrusts. soon your stomach began to tighten as you felt like you were about to cum.
"i-im about t-to cum~" you whimpered out. "yeah? do it slut" he slapped your ass and held tighter on your neck as tears began to pour down your cheeks from the overwhelming feeling. with a few more of his thrust you're fluids soon coated his dick as he continued to thrust into you making the substance form a ring around his veiny dick.
he pulled out just as he was about to cum as well. you tried catching your breath from the intense act that was taking place. "nah, we ain't done yet....get on them knees" he ordered. you weakly got onto your knees infront of him. "go ahead and suck it" you stared up at him before using both your hands to grab his dick.
you gave kitty licks to the tip before twirling your tongue around the slit, tasting his pre cum. he moaned as you finally placed his dick into your mouth. the warmth of you mouth caused him to roll his head back as he grabbed ahold of the back of your neck.
you bobbed your head up and down whilst using your hands to stroke the rest of his inches that didn't fit in your mouth. "fuck, keep sucking it like that" he moaned biting his lip. you looked at him through hooded eyes as you hallowed your cheeks and attempting to deep throat him.
he placed his hand that wasn't behind your neck onto ye wall to balance him as he felt light headed from the pleasure he was receiving. "i fucking love you, girl" you rolled his head back down to look at you. you fluttered your eyelashes as your slob coated his dick causing it to drip down your chin and his shaft. "you love me?" he questioned, his grip on your next tightening. you hummed.
"i want a verbal answer" he pulled you off. "yes, baby i love you so fucking much, you fuck me so good" you whined out as he only smirked before forcing you back onto his dick, throat fucking you. "that's what i like to hear" he grunted. you can feel his dick soon swelling up as his abused your throat. "shit, im boutta cum" he sped up his pace as your eyes squeezed shut as tears began to trickle down your face. your hands held onto his thighs for support.
a few more throats and his cum was soon shooting down your esophagus. the warm substance filled your mouth as you tried your best to swallow all of it. half it dripping down the sides of your mouth and onto the showers floor.
smoke chest heaved up and down heavily as he tried catching his breath. you pulled away from his dick and wiped your mouth before standing up with your weakened legs as if they weren't already weak from the last sex session.
"come here" he softly spoked. you leaned towards him as he gripped your chin and kissed you sloppily, adding tongue to taste you. you moaned into his mouth wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
smoke was the first to pull back as long strip of saliva connected between you two began to thin the more he backed up. "let's get cleaned up, yeah?" he asked as he grabbed his loaf again. you only nodded unable to speak, too scared that your voice would be gone.
after taking your second bath, you both laid down in bed with smoke massaging your feet as you two watched tv. "so, what was all that attitude about huh? you just wanted some dick or?" he broker the relaxing silence. "no, babe it was supposed to be a prank that i decided to play on you" you tried to laugh but your throat hurting wouldn't let you. now it was time for smoke to laugh.
"see? that's what you get for playing with me mama" he laughed as you squinted your eyes at him. "it's not funny, nobody told you to literally abuse my throat" you rolled your eyes. "man, you had it coming you know you liked it" he scoffed.
"so what if i didn't? what you gon do" you pushed your finger into the side of his temple. he only shook his head. "you know, you just can't stop huh? you like to get ruined" he smiled. his gold grills making themselves known. "yea but seeing you angry gets my wet so i can get whatever i want from you" you smugly replied.
“yea, you and my momma the only women i'll ever let get on my nerves" he stated. "yea, we better the only ones until we get a little me running around here" you smiled sweetly before kissing his lips slowly but passionately, biting his bottom lip.
"ouuuu girl what you tryna get into" he joked as he grabbed your waist, wrapping his arms sound around it before placing his head into your neck and started kissing your neck. you giggled as you tried pushing him off of you you wrapped your leg around his hip as you enjoyed the affection.
Summary: It all started that hot-ass Mississippi afternoon you walked into Bo Chow’s grocery shop.
Pairing: Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Black f!reader
Warnings: smutty smut, explicit language, breeding kink, creampie, use of the n-word, praise, biting
Word count: 2.3k
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The day had baked the road until it shimmered, but by sundown the heat had softened to something bearable. The stalls at Bo Chow's market were half empty now, with the fish smell dissipating and the last peaches wrapped in paper that had once been brown.
You were helping Grace stack crates when Smoke came to return a shovel he had borrowed. The man was the same color as the earth he worked, shoulders broad, hands still dusted with clay. He nodded to Bo and said little, the way men do when they spend most of their words on the wind.
Bo chuckled. “This one don’t talk much, miss. But he’ll haul a wagon in the rain without complaint.”
Smoke chuckled quietly. “Rain don’t bother me much.”
That was how it started: small errands, shared silence, and the smell of tobacco curling between you like a promise.
A couple of months down the line, you were sitting on his porch after dinner, in the dark and warm air, thick with honeysuckle and smoke. He'd taken off his boots, feet resting on the railing, and his button-up shirt was half undone from a long day's work. You could still see the dirt at the cuffs of his sleeves and the muscles in his forearms as he rolled a cigarette.
"Bo said you were askin' about me," he drawled without looking over.
"Maybe I was."
"What for?"
"I like the way you work so hard, and you look mighty fine doin’ it."
He laughed then, a low rumble that curled across to you and settled somewhere deep in your chest.
"You flirtin' with a nigga?"
"I have been this whole damn month, but I guess you don't catch on to subtlety."
The cicadas filled the pause, and he took a slow drag off the cigarette, finally meeting your eyes through the smoke.
"You keep talkin' like that," he said quietly, "AndI ’m 'gon forget how to be polite."
“I ain’t askin’ for polite, Smoke. I just need twenty minutes of uninterrupted fuckin’.”
“Well, shit,” he stood and ashed his cigar. “Let’s go then.”
Little did you know, those twenty minutes weren’t going to be nowhere near enough for you.
So, a lot could definitely change in a year.
Smoke’s wagon was parked behind your place most evenings now, tools stacked neatly, shirt hung over the railing. Folks in town stopped asking whether or not he was coming by. Now they just nod whenever they see the two of you together.
You were in the front yard shelling peas when he came up from the road, sweat darkening his undershirt, tobacco smoke trailing behind him. He didn’t speak right away; he just tipped his hat, his eyes soft the way they got when he’d been gone too long.
“You eat yet?” he asked.
“Been waitin’ on you,” you replied.
He grinned, settling beside you, taking over half the bowl of peas without being asked. His knees bumped yours as you both shared a comfortable silence.
“Stack say you got me spoiled,” he muttered after a while.
“He jealous or complainin’?”
“Both.”
You laughed, and that’s all it took for the air to thicken. The kind of laugh that turned into a hum when he brushed your wrist, the kind that said we been doin’ this long enough to know where it’s headed.
He leaned back on his hands, watching you. He’s been watching you a lot more lately. You knew by now to wait for him to initiate the conversation, but you were getting kind of antsy.
Finally, he asked, “You ever think we done tied ourselves too tight?”
“If we have,” you said, “I don’t hear either of us hollerin’ to be free.”
You had a feeling that wasn’t all on his mind. Maybe he’d just come out with it after a nice meal.
Your plates were nearly empty now; the oil lamp threw soft light across the table. Smoke went quiet again, spoon idle in his hand. It wasn’t the tired kind of quiet; it was the kind that carried a question he’s nervous to ask.
You glanced up, anxiety getting the best of you. “Why you keep starin’ at me like that?”
He looked down once, then met your eyes. “Ain’t nothin’, Y/N. Just thinkin’.”
“You been ‘just thinkin’’ all week, Smoke.”
The screen door rattled in the wind. He set his spoon aside and folded his hands on the table. “Guess I been watchin’ you and…wonderin’ what comes next,” he says slowly. “A man works, eats, sleeps. But I look at you, and I start picturin’ more than that. Somethin’ that’s ours.”
You study him, the flicker of the lamp painting his features in gold and shadow. “That what’s been eatin’ at you?”
He nodded slowly, reaching one hand across the table and placing it firmly on your stomach. That’s when it finally hit you. That is what he’d been thinking all this week while staring a hole through your head.
“Elijah Moore,” Your smile appeared slowly. “You tryin’ to tell me you want to fill me up with your all your babies?”
The look he gave you was something so sharp and dark you didn’t know if you should be a little scared or excited.
He nodded, a rough thumb tracing the grain of the table. “I ain’t talkin’ outta pride, I swear. I just—every time I see you laugh, I think about how the world oughta keep that sound somehow. Maybe through me. Maybe through you.”
The words hung there, heavier than the August air. You placed your hands on top of his on your belly; it was still warm from the day’s work.
“You always think too far ahead,” you teased, but your voice was softer than the joke deserved.
“Ain’t some things worth plannin’ for?” he murmured. “Like our legacy.”
“You mean lineage?” you quipped.
“Well, yeah, but legacy too. The Moores will make our name in the world. Believe ‘dat.”
Outside, the crickets started their night song. He squeezed your hand once, slow and certain, the way a man seals a promise without needing to say more.
You smirked, and before you could think more on it, you blurted. “Want to start practicin’ tonight?”
His brown eyes widened in surprise. “Huh?”
You rolled your eyes and giggled, “You heard me, nigga. You want to put a baby in me tonight or you too tired from workin’ all day?”
He couldn't suppress a grin. “I ain’t never too tired to fill you up.”
You stood, his hand dropping back onto the table. “Well, let’s go then.”
He didn't respond. He just watched your retreating back. Thoughts racing a mile a minute.
Eventually, he slowly rose to his feet, trying to act calm, cool, and collected, but you knew he was a jumble of anxiousness and excitement…and honestly, so were you.
You glanced over your shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
Apparently one heated look from you was enough for his restraint to snap. In two long strides he was in front of you, scooping you up in his arms without a warning and stomping towards the bedroom.
“Wait!” You squeaked, smacking his shoulder. “Elijah!”
He put you down gently after stepping into the room. You made quick work of removing your dress and undergarments. He kicked his shoes off while taking his clothes off. The fading light from the oil lamp on the dresser cast both your eager shadows on the wall.
He laid you down on the bed gently before joining you, cursing softly, hypnotized by the delectable folds before him, wet and juicy and all just for him. He spread his calloused hands across your inner thighs, a stark contrast with your soft skin.
He bent over until his face was right above your spread thighs, inhaling your scent. “Tonight’s all about you,” he said softly, placing his hand over your pubic bone, your soft dewy curls teasing his palm as his thumb taps rhythmically over your clit. “I need you as relaxed as possible so it’ll take.”
He was always careful with you, but tonight you could feel his deliberateness with every glance, touch, and grip.
He flattened his tongue against you, lapping up her slick. You whined as he flicked his tongue over your bundle of nerves.
“Mmm,” he hummed against you. “You probably ‘gon taste even better once you’re pregnant with my baby.”
You moaned loudly as he continued teasing your lips with strong licks, jerking beneath him as he confidently closed his lips around your clit.
It didn’t take long for you to come. His tongue was too good. Still, his head stayed buried between your thighs, and his lips were still locked around your clit.
“Elijah, pleaseeee.” You whined, not sure if you were begging him to stop or keep going.
Smoke kissed your sensitive clit one last time before trailing his tongue back up your stomach, stopping at your breasts, sucking on your dark nipples before continuing his ascent of tender kisses up your body, stopping just under your ear. He nipped at your neck, causing you to gasp his name. "Elijah!”
He chuckled softly before pressing his mouth onto yours. “You make a nigga crazy with them pretty ass noises, you know that?”
"Please fuck me." You managed to whisper against his lips.
He pressed one final kiss on your lips before lining the cock of his erection up with your entrance. He glanced down into your eyes, lifting his eyebrow in question. "You ready for me?"
You nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you.
He pushed inside you, groaning as he sank all the way inside of you and bottomed out. "Shit—always so fuckin’ tight."
Smoke rocked into you with deep, slow strokes, waiting patiently for your walls to stretch just a little more around his girth. All you could do was moan. He always felt good, but tonight was different. The air felt charged as if it knew the two of you were in the process of creating something.
You grabbed his face, pulling him down closer into a heated kiss, your fingers messing with his curls at the nape of his neck as he slipped his tongue past your lips and into your mouth.
“Please fuck me harder.” You gasped against his lips. “And don’t stop until you put a baby in me.”
He paused, inhaling sharply, brown eyes damn near black with lust. He pulled all the way out of you before slamming his full length back inside of you, damn near knocking the wind out of you.
“Ohh fuck!” you yelped, eyes fluttering closed as he set a relentless pace, drawing all kinds of obscene noises from you.
“Uh-uh, open them pretty eyes while I’m deep in this pussy.” He panted, thick fingers gripping your chin.
Your eyes shot open, locking onto his lust-filled ones, holding on to his shoulders as he slammed you into oblivion. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, the new angle causing him to hit that sweet spot that resided deep inside of you.
He grunted as you tightened around him. “I’m ’bout to make you a Mama. You ready for that?”
The way he said it made your head spin and thighs shake. “Fuuuck, I’m cumming!”
“Hmph. I'll take that as a yes then.” He groaned deeply, “Give me all of that shit.”
Your orgasm ripped through you, and you hollered so loudly that Fantasia and Jennifer Hudson would be so proud of you.
He kissed the side of your leg, sinking his teeth into the meaty calf as he fucked you through your orgasm and chased after his own.
“Please cum for me,” you begged in between whimpers. “Fill me up. I want it to leak outta me.”
“Shit—baby, I’m about to cum,” he warned, his thrusts sloppy and erratic, his grip tight on your knee. “You want this cum?”
“Yessss,” you squeaked, tears of bliss running down your cheeks. “I want to make you a Daddy! Don’t stop until my belly is swollen with your baby!”
He damn near howled at the moon. Exhaling so sharply you thought he was choking. He came with a shout, spilling so deep inside you a chill ran across your skin and your stomach fluttered.
Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, but in the most pleasurable way. Your body felt like it was preparing for a meet and greet with the ancestors.
He pulled out, catching a glimpse of his seed seeping out of you before flopping beside you, completely spent. Smoke turned on his side and pulled you against his chest. You kissed his chest, still turned on. You wouldn’t mind a round two even if his come was still dripping down your thighs. To be completely honest, you didn’t want to be able to walk straight tomorrow.
He drew small circles on your back with his index finger, while his other hand rested on your belly. “You think it took?”
You giggled, “If not, we get to try again.”
His spent dick was already hardening against your thigh.
You both were about to be the most insufferable couple for the next few weeks.
Nawl but yall …. Did yall see how smoke turned Annie around !! How he pushed her !? ( I couldn’t find the gif/ reel 😭) And idk if it was my ears only but I thought I heard him say “ turn ya ass around “ lawwwwwddd my stomach tingled !! Cause Annie was vulnerable in that moment probably the most vulnerable we’ve seen her throughout the movie .. & that push was the most dominant we’ve seen smoke be with her .. like girl stop playing with me and take this .. well you know .. then my girl facial expression huh!? The pleasure and the pain , the stretch and the fullness of not being intimate with somebody for seven years bihhh I went 3 wks one time and I was like slow down lol.. & smoke was like “Nawl you got it !! Wheewww .. I been on tik tok looking at edits so don’t mind me yall but yea !! Annie and smoke forever !
