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now y’all ain’t hear this from me but annie and smoke finna be fucking in the next part of papa’s here

correction annie horny as fuck as she should be and smoke finna get put to work

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i love how she always says “that’s my man” i know that’s righttt

I think everyone would say Smoke 🤣

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annie straddling smoke's lap and giving him the handjob of a lifetime while he smothers his face in her tits and whimpers WHO SAID THAT

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bumble’s new shit + updates

i’m working on my next series, GIRL’S TRIP!!! i start back college next week *sad face* so i’m tryna get some stories written in advance for y’all! i have six chapters of it already written, i just have to create and edit the text threads.

I’m also working on my 500 special! the beyoncé face claim won so we finna have a ball!!! i won’t start posting that until i’m finished with PAPA’S HERE. we’re almost at the end of that as well :(((. i’m writing the baby shower scene now!

also also hoping to post that wunmi x fem reader that i been writing for months—- i wanna scrap it but it’s not bad or anything i just can’t lock in with it idk

but yesss fun shit in the works! thank y’all for all the love on my last few fics :333 i love y’all downnn

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my babyyyyy

Beautiful Wunmi Mosaku

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smoke definitely wouldn’t mind lmaooo. he’d be like oh noo i get to be an immortal being with the woman i love more than anything how tragic

Take all of me.

It's short and I'm not gonna continue it - but it was on my mind for a looooong while.

Warnings: Smut, Blood, Biting, Supernatural

"Annie-" Elijah begged, what for, he was unsure of specifically, just to not stop.

Their time in her work place was short, heated but rushed, the deadline of the Juke opening calling at their heels that they satisfied only the surface level of the hunger, thirst, of their desires pent up over the seven long years apart.

She had him on the floor near the wall. Her glorious thighs straddling his hips and aiding her pursuit of the ride. His hands groped her ass, kneading into her skin, fingertips digging into the plush flesh as an anchor to keep him sane. His mouth kissing and licking from her collarbone down to her chest, sucking the soft flesh of her breast. She was already gripping around him, the rhythmic pace she set relentless, and he loved it all even if he felt his sanity slipping with the way her body gripped him, held him, and pulled him deeper.

Her hands were at the base of his throat, moans escaping her as she moved up and down, up and down his dick. 

"Lord...Elijah...." She whimpered at his ear, heat from her pants lighting him on fire inside. "I need you, I need all of you"  Her hands slid over his shoulders and held the back of his head as she chased her high, head tipping back. 

"You h-ave me Annie, take what you need" His right hand cupped her breast, fingers pinching her nipple and she let out a guttural groan. He took the opportunity to tease her nipple with his teeth, tugging at it hard. 

Elijah saw another side of her tonight, after all these years she still surprised him - full of desperation to ignore any warnings or dangers she had just been talking about an hour ago when those strange crackers showed up, like it left her mind, like it didn't exist. She threw caution to the wind when she pulled him in here. He never needed much convincing ever to touch his wife, hell he didn't care about being in public, but Annie had. And it was like something flipped. 

But he was too far gone to think further. To question why she suddenly wasn't bothered about the strange crackers outside the juke. 

Just her high pitched moans, her thighs tightening around his hips as he leaned back against the wall for leverage thrusting up to meet her half way. Watching her titties bounce, teasing him as if he hadn’t just marked them up with his mouth. Her face was towards the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut, pace quickening in their movements that Elijah’s groans mixed in with hers. 

“‘Lijah I’m-” Her eyes flew open, pants rolling off her lips as her gaze locked in with his. “I-I can…hear it” She whispered, her hands down by his shoulders again, one smoothing up the side of his neck and her thumb over his pulse point below his ear. 

He huffed out, one of his hands reaching up to caress the side of her jaw. They were both close, he could feel her pulsating around him, he was about to fall off a cliff and die under her heaven but she was trying to tell him something, and he was determined to know exactly what. “Hear what baby?”

She didn’t answer, her thumb on his neck pushed slightly into him and her head dipped low into the crook of his neck, as if she was hiding her face from him. Her pussy clenched so, so hard, around his dick that he reached his climax along with her.

Then a sharp pain shot through his neck, like two sharp stabs of a knife, something piercing his skin along with Annie’s mouth latched onto his neck and he flinched, his hips stuttering at the increasing pain mixed in with the euphoria. He felt the air trapped in his chest, unable to breathe - his brain short circuited. She bit him?! That hard?! Was he bleeding?!

He needed air, he needed her. He needed to know what the hell was happening to him - but a cold sensation washed over him instantly, her hips still riding him, his heart thudding in his ears from how good his wife felt but his hands were losing strength. 

“A-ann-ie” He choked, gripping her back, holding her in place to stop to-to think. It was all too much. “Bab-y” His voice was hoarse, dizziness wrapping around him in a haze, liquid running down his neck, over his shoulder with her mouth unyielding. 

His nails dug into her back to steady himself, vision blurring. 

She let go of him finally, meeting his gaze and blood covered her mouth. His blood. 

What…the….the fuck….

Last thing he saw was her mouthing an apology as the back of his head hit the wall behind and everything went dark. 

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i don't even think Smoke will be mad tbh 😂😂😂😂😂😂

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you got me over here kicking my feeetttttt. thank you for writing thiss. my heart is so fulfilled loll

i feel like you would do this so much justice and i know i can't start a new series or fic right now so:

i strongly believe that smoke was tricking for annie in the beginning of their relationship. she probably ain't want him fr or was pretending that she didn't. and he buys her any and everything just to show her that he can take care of her

so i need modern smoke x annie. she a hot girl, real sassy, real cute, real sexy. he’s obsessed with her—as he should be—possessive, protective, allll the thingss

like submissive sugar daddy vibes fr idkk. and she ends up actually wanting him cause he’s so good to her

here you go bookie! <333.

Smoke made it too easy for her.

Annie could bat her lashes once and end up with something new in her closet by the end of the week. Shoes, handbags, perfume, little silk dresses that hugged her curves just right — Smoke was always tricking, always sliding something across the table with that cool, quiet smile like it was nothing. He spoiled her without asking for anything back, like he got more joy out of seeing her happy than she did out of unboxing the gifts.

She played it off, of course. She’d roll her eyes, suck her teeth, act like he was doing too much. “You trying to buy me?” she’d tease, strutting in a pair of red bottoms he’d bought like she hadn’t been dying for them for months.

But he never pushed, never demanded. He just leaned back in his seat, voice warm and steady: “If I wanted to buy you, sweet girl, I’d write the whole damn check. I just like givin’ you what you deserve.” Still, Annie kept her walls up. When Smoke finally asked, over dinner one night, where they stood — what she saw them as — she laughed and shrugged, stirring her drink with the straw.

“We friends,” she said casually, not even looking at him. “That’s all.” Smoke didn’t argue. Didn’t fight. Just sat back with that unreadable look on his face, nodded once, and said, “Alright. Friends.”

But after that, he moved different. Not colder — never that. If anything, he doubled down. He was determined to show her. Every day it was something: showing up to her job with lunch, fixing things in her apartment without her asking, slipping cash into her purse when he thought she wasn’t looking. He made sure her gas tank stayed full, her fridge stayed stocked, her phone bill stayed paid.

And Annie noticed. She noticed how steady he was, how consistent, how he didn’t waver no matter how much she pretended not to care. Every other man she’d dealt with would’ve given up by now, gotten tired of her games. But Smoke kept showing up, kept proving he wanted her, no matter how she labeled it.

Then one night it hit her.

She was curled up in bed in one of the silk robes he’d bought, scrolling her phone, and she realized she missed him. Missed the sound of his voice, the way he made her laugh, the way he looked at her like she was worth every dollar and minute of his time. The gifts didn’t matter as much as the man behind them — and that scared her more than anything.

So when he didn’t text her first that day, she caved. She called. He answered on the second ring, voice low like he’d just woken up. “You good, baby?” Annie bit her lip, rolling onto her stomach, suddenly shy. “Mhm… just wanted to hear from you.”

That made him pause. She could hear it in the silence, the way his breath caught. Then a chuckle, soft and warm, like he’d been waiting on her to fold. “You miss me?” he asked. She sucked her teeth, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. “Maybe.”

But she did more than miss him. By the end of the week, Annie wasn’t just letting him spoil her—she was curled up against his side on the couch, scrolling TikTok with her head on his chest like she’d always belonged there. She found herself clinging to his arm in public, texting him first in the morning, slipping her hand into his when nobody was watching.

And Smoke? He didn’t say “I told you so.” He just held her tighter, softer, like he’d known all along this was where she’d end up.

they so cuteeeeeee, i love my babiesss. now i do apologize for how short it is. writers block is kicking my ass but i actually enjoyed writing thissss.

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Late-Night Detour 🍃

Modern!au Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Annie Moore

Word Count: 5k

Authors note: I really just be coming up with stuff yall. So here some random smut as a result of bed rottin’ on a Saturday. These two are quite feral for each other and it’s obvious that I love it 🙂‍↕️🤭. It may also be evident that my love language is physical touch but whatever 🤣. I’m also writing while watching preseason football. So expect a few football related blurbs in the near future. enjoy ya freaky frogs.

The sweet, lazy end of the night settles over the neighborhood like a warm blanket. The little backyard get-together has thinned out to just a few folks lingering on the porch, empty bottles clinking softly as they clean up. Smoke stands beside Annie on the steps, slow smile resting on his face, arm draped across her shoulders like he’s been standing that way all night. Because he has.

Annie’s tipsy off the sangria Marsai made, cheeks flushed and lips soft, laughing a little too easily at whatever their friend Lamar is saying. Smoke is mellowed as hell, his gaze was heavy and hooded and his voice deep and slow from the blunt he and Stack smoked inside Lamar’s smoke shed 30 minutes ago.

But even with all the laughter floating in the air, neither of them is paying real attention to anything except each other.

Every time Annie laughs, she folds into him. Every time Smoke says a little “yeah” in that low voice of his, his palm slides a little lower against her waist.

“Y’all takin’ off?” Lamar calls as he walks back inside with a handful of empty cups.

“Yeah,” Smoke grunts, nodding once. He gives him a quick pound with his fist but doesn’t step away from Annie.

Annie waves and offers a soft “goodnight!” before slipping her hand lightly around Smoke’s wrist. He lets her guide him off the porch and down the short path to the street, but not before letting his fingers skim down the small of her back.

The moment they step out from under the porch light, she slides her hand into the back pocket of his jeans. Slow, like she’s easing a secret inside. Her fingertips press into the denim and then a little deeper, curling just enough for him to feel that light scrape of her nails.

Smoke tilts his head down, lips twitching at the corner as he glances over at her. “You playin’ a dangerous game, baby.”

Annie just gives him this soft little smirk and leans in like she’s just getting comfortable, head resting on his shoulder as they walk. “I’m just holdin’ my man. That’s a crime now?”

He huffs a small laugh, but his own hand moves lower. Gliding from her waist down over the curve of her ass. Slowly. Possessively. The kind of touch that’s more warning than affection.

Annie lets out a tiny gasp, more breath than sound, and her fingers tighten in his pocket.

That makes him smirk. “Mmhm. Thought so,” he murmurs, deep voice brushing right against her ear.

They walk like that, tangled and quiet and up to no good — the rest of the way to the truck. The street is mostly empty, porch lights glowing in the distance, cicadas buzzing somewhere in the dark. Every few steps, Smoke’s fingertips dip just a little lower and Annie keeps pretending she doesn’t notice, even though the little sway in her hips gives her away.

When they reach the Ram, the royal blue coat almost gleaming under the streetlight, Smoke pauses. Then lets his eyes drag slowly down her body. From her curls resting against her shoulders to the way her dress clings to her thighs.

He exhales through his nose like he’s trying to keep calm. “Get in,” he mutters as he reaches past her and opens the passenger door. “Before I stop carin’ that we got onlookers.”

Annie bites back a grin and slips her hand out of his pocket but only so she can drag her fingers over the front of his belt on her way into the truck.

Smoke’s teeth clench as he watches her climb inside, that skirt lifting just enough to show a sliver of thigh before she settles into the seat.

He shakes his head once, muttering something low under his breath that sounds a lot like “mm… keep fuckin’ around”, then shuts the door and rounds the hood. Already feeling the heat building in his chest before he even touches the steering wheel.

Smoke climbs into the driver’s seat and pulls the door closed with a heavy thud. The Ram growls to life beneath them as he twists the key. A deep, throaty V8 rumble rolling through the cabin like a warning. He settles one hand on the wheel and the other over the shift, jaw clenched just enough to show that he’s still holding onto what little patience he has left.

Annie’s already sideways in her seat, legs pulled up a little, body angled toward him like she’s more interested in him than any scenery outside the window. The streetlights glide across her skin in soft gold streaks as he starts to drive, and every few seconds she lets her fingers graze the top seam of his jeans.

At first, it’s innocent.

It’s sweet.

Her palm resting lightly over his thigh, thumb brushing gentle, lazy circles.

Smoke doesn’t say anything right away. Just keeps his eyes on the road, fingers flexing on the steering wheel every time her thumb passes over that one sensitive spot near his inner thigh.

“You good?” he asks, voice low and syrup-thick, even though they both know she’s more than good.

“Mhm.” Annie nods, soft lips curved into that little smirk again. “Just like touchin’ you.”

Smoke huffs a small laugh but it’s tight, controlled, sitting somewhere deep in his chest.

They ride in silence for a minute, windows cracked, summer air slipping in just enough to carry the faint leftover scent of charcoal from the cookout. Annie’s eyes stay fixed on Smoke the whole time. Tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the way his arm flexes when he turns the wheel, the way that heavy gold Cuban link chain sits against his neck.

Then she lets her hand slide a half inch higher.

Smoke swallows once, slow, eyes still on the road. “Annie.”

“Hmm?”

“You doin’ too much.”

She smiles sweetly, chin tilted like she’s innocent. “I ain’t doin’ nothin’ papa.”

He doesn’t answer, doesn’t even look at her but she can see the way his neck tightens just a little under that chain. She slides her hand up another inch. His thigh is warm and solid beneath her palm, muscles tensing ever so slightly from the pressure.

The truck coasts up to a red light. The glow of the signal spills through the windshield and washes over them both in soft red.

And Annie leans in.

Before Smoke can react, she presses her mouth against his neck. Soft at first, lips dragging slow against the spot right under his jaw. He inhales sharply. His hand tightens around the wheel, knuckles pale.

“Annie,” he warns again, voice rougher this time.

But she doesn’t stop. She lets her teeth graze the edge of his jaw, just the lightest bite, followed by a slow, open-mouthed kiss that leaves his skin hot beneath her tongue. Her hand slides higher, fingertips brushing dangerously close to his zipper.

Smoke’s head tilts just slightly. Not because he’s giving in, but because his body reacts before his mind can silence it. His eyelids flutter, lashes dropping low as a rumble slips up from his chest.

And then, low and gravel-deep, he speaks through clenched teeth:

“Don’t start nothin’ you ain’t ready to finish.”

Annie freezes for half a second. Heart thudding at the tone then smiles softly, eyes sparkling under the red light.

“But what if I am?”

Smoke turns his head just enough to meet her eyes, the corner of his mouth curling in a slow, dangerous smile. The light turns green…but he doesn’t hit the gas right away.

He just stares at her for a moment with that heavy, heat-filled stare that says you just made your choice. His fingers drum once on the wheel, slow and deliberate.

And then he exhales, shakes his head once with a low “A’ight,” and finally presses the pedal, the exhaust growling loud as the truck rolls forward down the quiet street…

…and Annie knows damn well that they are not going straight home anymore.

Smoke keeps driving, but the atmosphere inside the truck shifts completely. The air gets heavier, thicker, like every breath they take is laced with something electric. The engine snarls deep under the hood as he turns down a quieter street, leaving the main road behind.

Annie keeps her hand firmly on his thigh, gliding her palm higher in slow, deliberate strokes. Every few breaths she leans over and presses another soft kiss to his neck, a little bolder than the last. Sometimes she pulls back just enough to let her teeth graze the skin before soothing it with her tongue.

Smoke’s jaw works as he clenches his teeth. His thumb taps against the steering wheel like he’s trying to keep himself grounded. But every little sound she lets out, every faint little breath in his ear, drags his sanity a bit thinner.

“Annie,” he growls under his breath, not even looking at her now. “I’m tryna be polite.”

She laughs, low and soft and drags her nails lightly up the inside of his thigh. “Who said I want you polite?”

Smoke blows out a slow breath and glances at her briefly, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. He licks his bottom lip, then drops his hand from the steering wheel and lays it right over her knee. From there, he slides upward. A slow, intentional drag of his palm over her bare skin until he reaches the top of her thigh. His thumb strokes along the hem of her dress, just teasing the edge.

Annie’s breath catches in her throat.

“Keep touchin’ on me,” he mutters, low and barely audible over the rumble of the engine, “and I’m gon’ show you exactly what you been asking for.”

He says it like a promise. Calm, quiet, and dangerous in that way only Smoke can be.

She doesn’t back down. Instead, she shifts a little in her seat, thighs pressing together, and gives him one last soft kiss on the side of his neck. But this time, she tugs his chain with a curled pointer finger before letting it go with a quiet clink.

Smoke grunts quietly, head tipping back against the headrest for one tense second then he pulls himself together, eyes back on the road.

He turns down another street. Empty. No other cars. Just the glow of a couple streetlights and the sound of the tires humming over the asphalt.

Annie takes advantage of the silence and spreads her hand flat across his thigh, sliding up firmly until her knuckles press against his zipper. Smoke’s hand shoots up and grabs her wrist, stopping her.

He doesn’t push her hand away. He just holds it there, tight enough to make her pulse jump.

“Keep that right there,” he murmurs, voice almost a growl. “Don’t move it.”

She nods, it’s breathy, flushed, obedient. Leaves her hand exactly where it is. And Smoke hits a slow left turn, scanning the darkness until he spots what he’s been looking for: a dimly lit, empty storage lot tucked behind an abandoned strip mall.

The kind of place nobody drives past unless they got a reason to.

He presses on the gas, the Hemi roaring a little louder as the truck rolls toward the lot. Annie’s hand still right between his legs, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip to keep from smiling.

Smoke’s voice drops even lower.

“Bout to give you a reason to bite on ya lip, pretty girl…”

He flicks the blinker, pulls into the lot, and kills the headlights. The inside of the cab going dark except for the soft red glow of the dash.

Then he throws the truck into park.

The truck settles into silence as the engine idles, the dark interior pulsing with nothing but the sound of their breathing. Before Annie can say anything, Smoke turns in his seat and reaches for her. One large hand sliding along the side of her neck as he pulls her in.

He kisses her hard.

No teasing this time. No soft brushing of lips. It’s deep and full, lips pressing hard enough to steal the breath right out of her chest. Annie melts into it with a quiet whimper, one hand bracing on his chest and the other immediately drifting down to his lap.

Smoke groans low into her mouth as she strokes him through the denim. Steady and carnally focused, her palm dragging over the growing bulge straining against the front of his jeans. She smiles against his lips and whispers, “Told you…I been ready.”

He pulls back a little, eyes hooded and heavy with lust, breath coming out rough against her lips. “Yeah?” His hand slides up under her dress, fingers grazing dangerously high; then he grins, sharp and dark. “Then take yo’ pretty ass to the back seat.”

She barely has time to nod before he leans over her and presses one more heated kiss to her lips. Almost like he can’t help himself and then pulls the handle, shoving the driver’s side door open.

Annie gives him a coy look as she opens her own door and steps out, dress clinging to her thighs in the humid night air. She starts to walk toward the back of the truck but barely gets two steps before Smoke appears behind her and guides her ahead with a firm hand on her waist.

He opens the back door and nods his head inside, voice nothing more than a husky rumble in her ear. “Go on.”

Annie climbs in gradually, on purpose. Letting the dress ride up her thighs as she settles into the spacious backseat. She looks up at him through her lashes, lips parted just slightly.

Smoke watches her for a heartbeat. His eyes drag over every inch of her like he’s taking inventory then he climbs in after her, shutting the door behind him with a solid thunk that makes her jump a little.

The instant the door closes, it’s like something snaps. Smoke leans in and captures her mouth again, kissing her harder than before. His hand comes up to cup her jaw while the other spreads over her thigh, sliding up until his fingers brush her soaked panties.

Annie gasps against his lips. Her hips lifting instinctively and reaches down to unbutton his jeans.

“Been thinkin’ about this all night,” she breathes against his mouth, hand slipping back to stroke him through the denim one more time.

Smoke growls low, catching her wrist and pinning it down beside her head as he whispers against her lips.

“I know. And now you gon’ feel it.”

Smoke slides one knee onto the seat, towering over her in the dim light. The cab feels smaller all of a sudden. Air thick with sweat and tension. Annie bites her lip as he leans in, his forehead resting against hers for just a second, long enough for her to feel him breathing hard.

Then his mouth is on her neck. Hot, hungry kisses dragging down to her collarbone while his hand slips beneath her dress. His fingers press against the soft, damp fabric of her panties and he lets out a low, satisfied noise into her skin.

“Mm. Already wet for me, huh?”

Annie nods, legs spreading wider on instinct, dress bunched around her hips. He strokes her through the soaked fabric once…then again…slow and deliberate, until her hips start to roll against his hand.

“Papa,” she gasps, fingers digging into his shoulders.

He pulls back just long enough to yank her panties to the side. One thick finger slides between her folds, slick and easy, and Annie lean her head back with a sharp moan. Smoke grins against her throat and presses a second finger in, curling just right while his thumb circles her clit in slow, tight circles.

She’s already squirming. One hand fists in his shirt, the other clawing at the leather seat. He kisses her deep, his tongue sliding against hers swallowing every breathy moan she lets out. His fingers move faster and her thighs tremble around his wrist.

Right when she starts to lose it, he pulls his hand away.

She whines in protest.

Smoke only smirks, licking her arousal from his fingers before sitting back against the seat and spreading his legs. He unbuckles his jeans and pushes them down just enough to free his shaft, thick and heavy in his palm. Annie watches, eyes dark and hungry, as he strokes himself deliberately, just once before nodding her forward.

“C’mon, baby. You wanted it…”

Annie scrambles forward and straddles his waist, knees sinking into the seat on either side of him. Smoke grips her hips tight, guiding her as she lines herself up and sinks down onto him inch by inch. Her mouth falling open while a moan gets caught in her throat.

“F-fuck…”

Smoke’s head falls back against the backseat with a low growl. His hands flex over her hips, holding her still for a second while he fills her completely.

“Shiiit… look at you,” he murmurs, voice ragged, pulling her face down so he can kiss her again. “Takin’ all of it.”

He starts guiding her rhythm. Steady, rolling grind at first. Annie’s nails pierces into his shoulders as she rides him, dress slipping higher and higher until it’s bunched around her waist. Every time she moves, the truck creaks softly beneath them.

Smoke slides one hand up her torso, fingers wrapping around her throat as he whispers against her lips, “Keep ridin’ it like that. Good girl… Let me feel it.”

Annie lets out a broken moan and rolls her hips faster, the wet sound of her pussy slick against him filling the dark cab. Smoke watches her with eyes half open, breathing rough, hand tightening around her throat just enough to let her feel it. Whenever she moans too loud, he pulls her closer, letting her cry into his neck.

“You gon’ get us caught,” he growls against her ear. “Got you moanin’ in my fuckin’ truck like you want somebody to hear.”

Annie just whimpers and rides harder.

Smoke’s grip slips down to her ass, fingers digging in as he starts thrusting up into her. Each grind sends sharp little shocks of pleasure up her spine until she’s gasping for air. Sweat beads at her temple, lips parted, eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, kissing her cheek. “That’s my good girl… keep goin’… don’t you stop, Baby.”

She whimpers again, pace faltering as her body trembles.

Smoke feels it. He feels her starting to fall apart and locks an arm around her waist, snapping his hips up into her harder now, faster.

“Go ‘head,” he grunts. “Let it go. Been beggin’ for it all night, now take it.”

Annie chokes out a cry as her orgasm hits. Her back arching while her whole body shakes against him. Smoke holds her there, deep and tight, groaning into her neck as her walls clamp down around him.

He barely lasts another few seconds. A deep, guttural sound rumbling from his chest as he spills into her, hips jerking up one final time. His arm tightens around her and he eases her down against his chest, both of them panting hard in the dark.

For a long moment, neither of them says a word. Annie rests her forehead against his shoulder, still trembling slightly. Smoke strokes a hand down her spine, lips pressing a slow, almost tender kiss to her damp shoulder.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, still catching his breath. “Knew that little dress was gon’ be trouble.”

Annie lets out a shaky laugh and presses a sleepy kiss against the side of his neck. ��It was worth it.”

Smoke smiles. Small and soft and presses his palm to the back of her head, keeping her close for a moment longer before whispering, “Yeah… it was.”

They stay tangled just like that. Annie slumped against his chest, her soft breaths brushing the side of his neck, Smoke’s palm drifting slowly up and down her back. The cab is quiet except for the hum of the truck and the occasional creak of leather as he shifts to get more comfortable.

Smoke presses a lazy kiss to her temple. “You good, baby?”

Annie nods, still a little breathless. “Mmhmm,” she murmurs, voice soft and warm. “Better than good.”

He smiles, arms still wrapped securely around her waist like he doesn’t want to let her go just yet. She traces her fingers over his chain before lifting her head to kiss him. Slower now, sweet and lingering, like she’s trying to memorize the taste of him.

After a beat, he taps her thigh gently. “C’mon. Let’s get back in the front ‘fore somebody ride by and start recordin’.”

Annie laughs quietly and carefully pulls herself off him with a soft hiss, adjusting her dress as she climbs off his lap. Smoke tucks himself back into his jeans, watching her with that lazy, satisfied grin as she smooths down her dress and crawls out of the backseat.

They both walk around the side of the truck and slide back into the front. Annie still flushed and glowing, Smoke’s body still warm from the aftershocks. He starts the engine and pulls out of the lot, headlights washing over the pavement as they roll back onto the empty street.

Annie reaches over almost immediately and slips her hand back onto his thigh, thumb brushing slow circles again.

Smoke lifts a brow. “Girl…”

She grins, still looking forward innocently. “I like just touchin’ you.”

“Mhm. That’s what you said last time.”

Annie turns toward him, leaning in just a little. “Well… I might do more than touch when we get home.”

Smoke blows out a soft breath, eyes narrowing like a warning but the smile tugging at his lips gives him away. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” She lets her voice drop soft and sweet. “Round two. In our bed this time.”

Smoke’s grip tightens slightly on the wheel, a low hum rolling in his chest. “Shit… say less.”

She bites her lip and keeps her hand on his thigh for the entire ride, occasionally dragging her nails just hard enough to make him glance over with that low, dangerous smirk.

By the time they pull into the driveway, the air between them is thick all over again and Smoke doesn’t even cut the engine before looking over at her and saying, voice rough and full of heat.

“Go on and take that dress off soon as we walk in the house. I ain’t done witchu yet.”

Annie’s only response is a quiet, satisfied laugh as she unclips her seatbelt and opens the door. Already stepping out into the night with a little extra sway in her hips, knowing damn well he’s watching every step.

The moment they step through the front door, Smoke locks it behind them with a solid click. Annie’s already halfway down the hallway, fingers slipping beneath the straps of her sundress as she walks. Her hips swaying just a little harder than necessary.

She glances back over her shoulder, eyes dark and playful.

“You still watchin’ me?”

Smoke’s gaze drags over her body like a physical touch. “Ain’t stopped watchin’ you all night.”

Annie smirks and slips one strap off her shoulder…then the other. The top of the dress slides down, soft fabric gliding over her curves as she backs toward the bedroom, step by step.

“You gon’ keep watchin’…or you gon’ do somethin’ about it, big man?”

Smoke’s tongue drags across his bottom lip, slow and hungry. He watches the dress fall the rest of the way, pooling at her feet in the hallway. Leaving her in nothing but those panties that are still damp from the truck.

She hooks her finger in the waistband and gives it a little tug as she turns and disappears into the bedroom.

Smoke is right behind her.

She makes it to the foot of the bed just as his hands catch her waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest. His lips land at her ear, voice husky and dark. “Keep talkin’ like that.”

Annie lets her head fall back against his shoulder, smile spreading across her lips. “You like when I talk nasty to you?”

Smoke answers by biting her neck. A sharp, possessive nip then soothing the mark with his tongue. “I like when you earn it.”

She gasps softly, leaning into him as his hands slide up her stomach and cup her breasts, thumbs brushing across her nipples until she squirms. He groans into her skin, like the feel of her alone is enough to undo him, then spins her gently to face him.

“This how you wanna act?” he murmurs, stepping forward until the back of her knees hits the edge of the bed.

Annie bites her lip and nods, eyelids criminally low. “Wanna act however you need me to.”

Smoke’s jaw ticks at that statement. Something messy and primal flickering in his eyes. He pushes her gently down onto the mattress and drags her panties off in one slow pull, tossing them somewhere behind him without looking away from her.

“Spread ’em.”

She obeys instantly, legs opening wide as she props herself up on her elbows. “That enough for you, Papa?”

Smoke’s eyes darken completely.

He climbs onto the bed, grabbing her thighs and yanking her to the edge with one rough tug that makes her gasp. “Keep callin’ me papa,” he growls, lowering himself between her legs. “See what it gets you.”

Right before his mouth meets her pussy, Annie moans, “Gets me whatever I want.”

Smoke’s laugh is low and sinful before he drags his tongue up her dripping slit and his laugh dies in his throat is replaced with a deep groan of approval. Annie’s head falls back instantly, fingers gripping the sheets as his mouth works slow, steady strokes against her. His tongue circling her clit while his hands hold her thighs open, keeping her from squirming away from the heat.

She moans his name. Over and over. Her hips rocking helplessly into his face. Smoke is relentless, sucking and licking like he missed her flavor the whole damn time they were in the truck. When she starts to tremble again, he slips two fingers inside her, thrusting slow and deep as his tongue flicks faster over her clit.

“F-fuck… Papa, I—” Her voice breaks, eyes rolling back.

He pulls back just enough to murmur against her soaked skin, “Yeah. Gimme that shit. Cum for me again.”

The command snaps something loose in her. She cries out loud, desperate and shatters for the second time, thighs clamping around his head as she rides out the wave.

Smoke lets her ride it, tongue still working slow until she goes limp against the mattress.

He finally pulls back, licking his lips with a glistening beard as he crawls over her body. She’s still shaking when he lines himself up again and presses the thick head of his throbbing length against her entrance.

“Still wanna moan my name like that?” he asks, voice low and dangerous.

Annie wraps her arms around his neck and smirks up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Only if it keeps you fuckin’ me like this.”

Smoke lets out a dark laugh and sinks all the way into her with one hard thrust.

Annie’s head snaps back, a raw moan ripping from her throat as he starts moving. Smoke is taking his time at first, dragging out every inch before slamming back into her. The bed creaks beneath them, headboard tapping softly against the wall. He grips her thigh and pushes her knee up toward her chest, driving deeper until she’s whining his name over and over again.

“Yeah,” he growls, breathing ragged. “Talk some shit now. Tell me who pussy this is.”

“Y-yours,” she stammers, tugging him down for a messy kiss. “It’s yours. Always been yours.”

Smoke groans into her mouth and starts pounding her harder, fucking her into the mattress until her voice gets too breathless to form words. He presses his forehead to hers, whispering dirty praises and soft, possessive growls in the same breath until her nails claw into his back and she shatters for one last time.

He follows her a second later, hips jerking as he spills deep inside her with a broken curse.

For a long minute, they stay there. Bodies slick with sweat, hearts racing, breath mingling in the dark. Then Smoke presses a long, slow kiss to her lips. Softer this time.

“Now,” he mutters against her mouth, “go to sleep before you get me started on round three.”

Annie laughs weakly, curling her fingers in his hair. “Might have to set an alarm for that… just in case.”

Smoke smirks and kisses her again. Lazy, tender then pulls the covers over both of them, tucking her into his chest like she’s the only thing in the world worth protecting.

One of the last things Annie hears before sleep starts to pull her under is Smoke’s voice, soft and low in her ear:

“Love you, baby. Ain’t never gettin’ enough of you.”

The room stays quiet, lit only by the faint glow slipping in through the curtains. Their breaths slow together, soft and steady, as the adrenaline fades and comfort takes its place. Annie shifts just enough to tuck her face against his chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns over the tattoo beneath her palm.

Smoke tightens his arm around her waist and presses one last kiss to her forehead. Simple, gentle, full of something old and permanent.

Outside, the night keeps on moving.

Inside, everything settles into a hush like the world itself is leaving them alone.

She lets out a small, satisfied hum and sinks fully into him. Warm, safe, absolutely wrecked and absolutely his.

Smoke hums right back.

“Go to sleep, pretty girl,” he murmurs, thumb brushing over her hip. “I’ll still be right here when you wake up.”

And with the sound of his heartbeat in her ear, Annie finally lets her eyes close, falling into the kind of deep, peaceful sleep a woman only gets when she’s worn the hell out and loved just right.

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oh we finna have a good timeeee.

what if i told y’all i already started writing—- we’re so close to 500 but some folks unfollowed me cause they didn’t realize i was queer and they some weak ass, lame ass bitches

poll for bumble’s 500 special!!

i’m almost at 500 followers, and i got some fics for y’all to choose from! please read the descriptions below before voting :3

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option one • whole lotta woman

option two • blessed is the woman

option three • too sweet, too holy

the story that wins won’t be posted until after i’m done with my other series!!

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taglist cause i need y’all opinion!!

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[thebumblebeesworld]

im currently doing my hair rn (going strong💪🏾) and i can imagine

smoke helping annie with her hair (like the scene from creed 1 or 2 when adonis was helping bianca with her hair), mainly marley twist or senegalese twists and i just HSJDKDKSKSKSND so cuteeeee

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https://www.tumblr.com/j0ysyndr0m3/792220988414803968/im-currently-doing-my-hair-rn-going-strong-and

yes yes yes!!! someone requested a long while ago for me to write an annie x reader where reader is doing her hair and i just haven’t gotten to it smfhhh. but i can so clearly see elijah taking his time with her hair. even despite his tremors, i just know taking care of her in any way calms his soul. and girl dad smoke??? you can’t convince me that he wouldn’t have his baby girls flyyy

and yes modern annie def has a nose ring. but i think she has a hell of a whole lot of jewelry and piercings in general. like a cute lil dangly bellybutton piercing (that elijah adores), big bamboo earrings, a septum all that all that

[thebumblebeesworld]

oh hell yea. october can’t come fast enoughhh. thank you for your service~~~

🕯️ Sinners Kinktober 2025 🖤

Brought to you by: nahimjustfeelingit-writes

A filthy, Southern Gothic fanfic challenge.

Each day is a mix of kink, sin, horror, and supernatural desire. Use the prompts however you like—one-shots, drabbles, original works, or Sinners-style stories. I’ve curated a list with a base of an idea to start but you can tweak it and write it however you like!

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

31 Days—31 Prompts—No Rules. Just Ruin.

DAY 1 – Possessive Hands

🕸️ Freakshow

👤 The Knife Thrower

💬 He carves her name into wood. And then into her thighs.

DAY 2 – Southern Heat

🕸️ Witch in the Garden

👤 The Widow Next Door

💬 She bathes in the yard. He watches. The heat is unbearable.

DAY 3 – Sweetening Jar

🕸️ The Murder House Knows

👤 The Rootworker’s Daughter

💬 She didn’t mean to catch him. But now he won’t let go.

DAY 4 – Backseat Sin

🕸️ Bathhouse Bloodlust

👤 The Moonshine Runner

💬 Gravel road. Truck windows fogged. Her thighs soaked.

DAY 5 – Praise & Prayer

🕸️ Don’t Drink the Punch

👤 The Preacher’s Daughter

💬 She moans his name like a hymn. He makes her say it again.

DAY 6 – Breathless

🕸️ Southern Gothic Séance

👤 The Séance Medium

💬 Her body lifts. Invisible hands press her open.

DAY 7 – Belt Marks

🕸️ Hospital of the Damned

👤 The Orderly

💬 No safeword. Just bruises. She thanks him after.

DAY 8 – Jealous Touch

🕸️ Twisted Clown Kink

👤 The Strongman

💬 She laughed at another man. Now she can’t stop crying out.

DAY 9 – Mirror Lust

🕸️ She’s the Supreme

👤 The Brothel Debutante

💬 She rides him with lipstick intact—just for her reflection.

DAY 10 – Moonlit Masturbation

🕸️ The Devil’s Playground

👤 The Farmhand

💬 She touches herself in the window. He watches. Every night.

DAY 11 – Power Exchange

🕸️ Spectral Lover

👤 The Traveling Salesman

💬 Tied up. Begging. She’s in charge tonight.

DAY 12 – Ghost Touch

🕸️ Tied to the Altar

👤 The Lonely Bride

💬 No groom. No priest. Just pleasure from the veil beyond.

DAY 13 – Bloody Knuckles

🕸️ Dripping in Diamonds & Sin

👤 The Juke Joint Enforcer

💬 His hands are still bloody when he pulls her into the back.

DAY 14 – Ritual Binding

🕸️ You Can’t Leave the Hotel

👤 The Swamp Priestess

💬 She’s wrapped in silk. Legs open. Eyes rolled white.

DAY 15 – Haunted by You

🕸️ Midnight Clown Show

👤 The Drifter Who Left

💬 She dreams of him every night. Tonight he knocks.

DAY 16 – Sacrilege

🕸️ Radioactive Heat

👤 The Pulpit Predator

💬 She moans in the confession booth. He says amen.

DAY 17 – Candle Wax & Bruises

🕸️ Swamp Siren

👤 The Mortician’s Daughter

💬 Candlelight. Scratch marks. Her breath smells like sin.

DAY 18 – Thigh Riding

🕸️ Asylum Confessional

👤 The Gambler

💬 She rides his thigh during a poker hand. They both win.

DAY 19 – Somnophilia

🕸️ Faith is a Weapon

👤 The Tenant

💬 He watches her sleep. And touches. She whispers don’t stop.

DAY 20 – First Time Filth

🕸️ In the Devil’s Church

👤 The Stranger in the Velvet Suit

💬 She begged him to teach her. He did.

DAY 21 – Masked Stranger

🕸️ Venus Doom Lounge

👤 The Silent Guest

💬 No name. No words. Just breathless whimpers behind velvet.

DAY 22 – Feral Rut

🕸️ Carnal Carnivale

👤 The Beast in the Woods

💬 She ran. He chased. She didn’t want to get away.

DAY 23 – Spit & Swallow

🕸️ Paint Me Like a Sin

👤 The Artist

💬 He paints her face white. She takes every drop.

DAY 24 – Lace & Leather

🕸️ The Witching Hour

👤 The Madame

💬 Leather gloves. Lace panties. Ruined morals.

DAY 25 – Two Mouths, One Body

🕸️ Touched by Madness

👤 The Twins

💬 They share everything. Tonight, that means her.

DAY 26 – Knife’s Edge

🕸️ Room 64 Rendezvous

👤 The Butcher

💬 Blade at her throat. His dick inside. Her grin wide.

DAY 27 – Obsession

🕸️ The Swamp Craves Flesh

👤 The Watchman

💬 He’s memorized her patterns. Tonight, he crosses the line.

DAY 28 – Filthy Worship

🕸️ Unholy Matrimony

👤 The Choir Girl Gone Bad

💬 She drops to her knees in the woods. Says it’s prayer.

DAY 29 – Threesome Heat

🕸️ Stained Glass Lust

👤 The Devil’s Favorite

💬 His lieutenants ruined her together. She came for more.

DAY 30 – Ruined Silks

🕸️ Bleeding Velvet

👤 The Singer in Red

💬 She wore silk. He tore it. Now she sings with a limp.

DAY 31 – Hellfire Finish

🕸️ Supreme Blood Rite

👤 The Devil Himself

💬 He came when she climaxed. He stayed when she begged.

Here is the original Kinktober challenge for more!

[thebumblebeesworld]

the way i need it more than i need air to breatheeee. i know they got some amazing shots in the vault smhh

Warner Brothers … release all of the photos pls abeg 😩

[thebumblebeesworld]

ABOUT • ME

bee • they/them • black • butch lesbian • twenty-one • virgo • mississippian • college student • writer

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FAV THINGS

color: green

writer(s): zora neale hurston, audre lorde, gwendolyn brooks

musician(s): nina simone, luther vandross, jill scott, fantasia, outkast, a tribe called quest

music genre(s): jazz, neo-soul, hip hop

movie(s): sinners, titanic, tinkerbell (franchise), beauty shop

show(s): abbott elementary, steven universe, the parker’s, gilded age

guilty pleasure(s): musicals, listening to a musician’s entire discography, craftsss

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Until we get home

Summary: Annie and Smoke can't keep their hands off of each other at the club

An: I'm trying to get out my writers block ,so I just wrote something short. I might write an extended version of it when they get home if yall want it. Also it's gonna take me a while to put out the final part of "it's not right but it's okay" cause this writers block is kicking my ass. Didn't proof read.

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The music was loud.  Bodies were grinding against each other. Dim lighting setting the mood over Annie's and Smokes section. They stood,rocking against each other. Smoke's head in her shoulder, whispering nothing ,but sweet promises of what he was gonna do to her as soon as they got home.

It was Stack's club opening night and they were there to support him. They hadn't seen him since ,they saw him whispering in a woman's ear leaning her to his office.

Smoke was trying to hold it together. He almost didn't leave home as soon as he saw Annie had walked out the room. Leather skirt gripping her curves, matching black leather corset showing off her stomach, pushing her breast up.

So now all he could do was wrap himself around her ,wishing he could be inside her. “You alright lijah”, Annie said turning her head to the side- words dripping with her thick Louisiana accent. His knees almost folded under him. 

“Yeah baby”, leaving a peck on her neck. The new noise from the speakers made Annie start dancing on him- one of her favorite songs “Lay it Down"by Loyd. Turning around she set her arms around his neck. Dancing against him, singing the words to him, like she was trying to send a secret message.

The whole club Singing along, lights flashing around.  The song coming to a end as the the dj announced he was gonna slow it down. The instrumental of  “Speechless” started to play.

Annie sat on Smoke's lap, rocking along to the song . Smoke's grip on Annie's waist was tight,as he was trying to hold on. Annie was humming along to the song until one part. 

Laying so closely

I feel your skin rubbing and touching me

Only sweat between us

Feeling you kissing and pleasing me

Turning around in his lap now straddling him. Smoke's hand flying behind her to make sure her skirt stayed down. She leaned down in to his ear whispering the song . But that's not what made him crack. It was when she started to copy everything the song was saying. 

I rub your back

I kiss your neck

Dragging her nails down his back ,as she littered kisses down his neck. Prints of lip gloss shining on his neck. 

I know that you love when we touch like that

I can feel you need me

Dragging her hands up to cradle his face, forcing him to look in to her eyes. Grinding down on to him. Being met with the hardness trapped in his pants. 

Feels so good to me

Feels so good to me

Leaning forward licking his bottom lip. Not giving him time to react as she smashed her lips to him. Hand now wrapped his neck as the other cradled the back of his head. Rocking against him, moaning into his mouth, as the roll of her hips helped her clit grind against the hardness of his dick. 

His hands gripped her ass ,guiding her down in to his lap. They didn't care where they were cause soon he was going to have her moaning on top of him. Not stopping until the sun came up.

Going outta my head, I think I'm loosing all my mind

Drive me crazy, burning candles, making love all night

Feels so strange, it feels so crazy to be in your world

In your arms lost for words

[thebumblebeesworld]

not some of you bitches unfollowing me lmaosoodofodoeodkdodkfkfjsjdidododod. if y’all don’t like the queers why the fuck you over here???? i am a BLACK BUTCH LESBIAN. i am TRANS. if you don’t vibe wit it then move on

anywayyy thank you to the folks who support meee. i love y’all down :33

heyyy sugas just a reminder that i do use they/them pronouns :3. i’m cool with whatever cute nicknames and shit though cause i am that bitch and that nigga (word to durand bernarr)

[thebumblebeesworld]

thank you, suga’!! i tryyyy. annie and smoke are my lovess

WHILE • AWAY

part fourteen • finale • modern!au annie x smoke

summary: smoke, still shook from annie's denial the night before, attempts to reconcile his guilt and her hurt heart. for the first time, he truly lets himself crumble under her dominance.

cw: smut!, submissive!smoke, domme!annie, sweet smoke tears, face!sitting~~

a/n: we've reached the end of a wonderful journeyyyy. i've enjoyed all of your wonderful replies and reblogs, especially because i started this to get out of my writer's block, so thank y'all for being amazinggg. this is just my second real smut fic with a man so yea enjoyyy

this directly pairs with part ten!

(i was listening to megan thee stallion before writing most of this—- #inspired)

part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen.

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When Smoke walked through the front door, their daughter in his arms knocked asleep, he instantly breathed in the warmth of Annie’s cooking. It was like he could smell each component of the meal. A clear picture formed in his mind as he imagined how she had battered the catfish he smelled, double frying it to get that perfect crisp he liked; how she threw together a pot of spaghetti, cheese melted on top; how she made a fresh pitcher of sweet tea and had a glass chilling on ice just for him.

He always loved coming home to her cooking. It revitalized his soul, offering him a safe place amidst all the bullshit he got up to in the outside world.

He cradled their daughter in his left arm, several high-end shopping bags dangling from his right.

“Well, hello, my loves,” Annie greeted. She walked into the living room, eyes on tunnel vision as she sought out her two favorite people. “Oh, my baby girl had a busy morning I see,” she smiled down at the girl, rubbing the back of her head as she snuggled into her papa.

“She did,” Smoke grumbled in a low voice, admiring the thin house dress his wife wore. It hugged her in all the right places, gripping onto her titties and smoothing over her ass. He moved his face toward hers in hopes for a kiss, and she quickly granted his request. He reveled at the taste of sweet tea and tomato sauce on her lips, leaning forward as much as she’d let him, but before it could progress too far, she placed a hand on his chest and pulled away.

“She got tuckered out from all the shoppin’ we was doin’,” he informed, lifting his right hand to show off the bags. Annie’s eyes widened as she hadn’t even noticed them before then. Chanel, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, and some of her favorite boutiques. There were even several bags from children’s clothing stores for their baby girl. “Had to buy you a few things to show how sorry I am.”

Her eyes followed his movements as Smoke sat the bags at her feet and moved toward the hallway. He was fluttering from the inside out, and distancing himself from Annie was the only thing that could quell his growing arousal for just a moment.

He laid their daughter in her crib, patting her on the back to make sure she stayed deeply settled into her afternoon nap.

“You hungry,” Annie asked as Smoke timidly made his way back to the living room. The bags were now moved closer to the couch with evidence that she had riffled through them. The tissue paper was askew, and the bags were crinkled slightly. “I cooked your favorite.”

“I can smell it,” he grinned, following behind her lead to the dining room where a plate was waiting. Of course she knew he’d be ready to eat. She always knew him best. “Ain’t ate since breakfast. My stomach damn near touchin’ my back,” he laughed, shoveling the food into his mouth.

The corner of his wife’s mouth ticked up as she reveled in the delicious moans spilling from his lips. Smoke never got enough of her cooking, and Annie never got enough of his enjoyment.

“I’m glad I cooked you somethin’ nice then,” she nodded, watching as he dug into his plate.

The minutes spilled between them with the sound of Elijah’s fork scraping ceramic filling the silence. A knowing energy was storming between them. Both members of the couple couldn’t help but to slip back to the night before. How Smoke thought he had such easy control of Annie. How he confused her momentary submission for him having complete control. How she had him moaning and squirming under her before leaving him to sit with his crippling need alone.

Smoke cleared his throat, speaking up for the first time since sitting down.

“You like the things I bought you,” he wondered aloud, eyes passing between his plate of catfish and Annie’s warm eyes. The entire morning and early afternoon was spent out with his daughter, Stack, and Sammie. He had successfully convinced the two men to come along with him as he ran up his credit card, trying to get back in Annie’s good graces.

He was simply gobsmacked with how things had been with his wife lately. Annie was always a woman to fight back with him. If he pissed her off, she would let it be known, but she had never done him the way she did last night.

But something about it intrigued Smoke.

It was no secret that he’d do whatever Annie wanted of him, but to be at her complete mercy during sex—and enjoying it—was a new revelation that peaked his interest.

Annie shrugged with an unamused raise of her eyebrow. She swung her near-empty glass of tea loosely in the air as she pretended to be indifferent to his tokens of regret.

“It’s the bare minimum for how you been actin’.” She recalled how he’d talked to her just days ago. Smoke had always been a protective and possessive man, but to think that she couldn’t go out with her girls while he was in Chicago for who knew how long was insanity. She had needs just like him, and she planned to satisfy all of them.

“What more can I do for you?” The question made her scoff as she judged the desperation clouding behind his eyes. It was truly delicious to see how he was slipping for her, trying to accommodate for her bruised heart by doing whatever she desired. Annie rolled her eyes, taking a smooth swallow of her chilled sweet tea.

“You really wanna know,” she leveled him with her eyes. Her tone rose at the end of her question, just daring him to give in.

Her husband nodded affirmatively, mirroring her movements without realizing it. He pushed his finished plate to the side and clasped his hands atop the table, waiting for her orders.

“I’m gon’ need you to do everything I say,” her voice dripped with a heady emotion, and Smoke clung onto every word like it was gospel.

“You know I will, mama,” he submitted easily. He wanted to assure her that her needs would be met without any back talk or complaints.

“Get up them stairs and wait for me, baby,” she commanded, tossing her head toward the steps. She rose from her seat, taking her sweet time with putting away the rest of the food before following him upstairs. She quickly picked her head into their daughter’s room to make sure the child was still sleeping.

As smooth and calm as ever, Annie moved through the doorway and into their bedroom. Her steps were numbered, calculated as her eyes remained focused on her husband. Smoke sat against the headboard like a soldier—trained on her every move and awaiting order, body clothed in nothing but his navy briefs, dog tag and silver chain, and smooth brown skin.

“I see leavin’ you high and dry got you feelin’ some type of way,” Annie crooned devilishly. A smirk met her lips at the shiver that ran down his spine. His teeth clenched from her dense tone.

“It had the desired effect,” he affirmed, clearing his throat of the cloudiness making home in his body. Remembering the way she had taken over fucking him the night before—seizing before he could even cum—had his body hot with greedy desire. “Made me get myself in line.”

“Good. ‘Cause I’m gon’ have my way with you, daddy. And you gon’ sit back and take it.”

Annie climbed on the bed, house dress clinging to her thighs. The way she said his name was not in the faux submission she had yesterday. It was in authority and domination, falling into the space between them and lighting the room on fire.

The woman straddled Smoke's thighs, pressing her chest and pelvis flush against his. She moaned at the feeling of his strong body against hers.

"You like when I take control, 'Lijah," she questioned, taking an experimental roll of her hips. Smoke tensed up at the feeling of her pressed into him, growing uncomfortably in his briefs. When he was in control, he hardly allowed her to use his given name. It always caused him to slip into her dominance too easily. But in this moment, he wanted nothing more than to slip.

"I like when you do anything, mama," he croaked in deep devotion, "but I especially love you on top of me, doing whatever you want."

She chuckled low and filthy, rolling her head back to expose her neck. She hips grinded down into him in a painfully delicious way.

"Can I touch you," Smoke pleaded. His voice was raw. His biceps ached from flexing underneath her, knowing better than to touch without asking permission first.

"No," she groaned. Annie chased her high, getting off at the fact that even with fabric between them, she felt too good—she was making him feel too good. She knew by the way his mouth hung open while staring at her clothed body, wanting to see past the dress but enjoying the way the cotton felt on his hot skin.

Elijah's eyes clouded over, lids hanging low as he devoured the sight of her. Light beads of sweat peppered her hair line. Her collarbone sunk in from the soft moans leaving her lips. Her dress outlined her titties perfectly, bouncing unrestricted with each move of her hips against his.

He felt needy whines falling from his mouth before he could attempt to stop them. His want for her had him acting out in the best way possible. He wanted to be good, to listen to her every request and order, but he couldn't stop himself from wanting to be in her skin.

With shaky hands, Elijah reached out, groping her breasts and landing his face against the soft cotton of her gown. It caught the woman off guard with how hurriedly he'd snatched her up. With how his lips laid submissive kisses to her covered breasts. With how his hands now found home on her ass, not guiding her hips into him but steadying himself underneath her slow torture.

The sound of his cries and moans into her chest made her want to cave and let him have her, but Annie had something to prove: that Elijah Moore was just as much hers as she was his; that she had authority and would wield it as she saw fit.

"I thought you were gon' be good for me, baby," Annie tsked, cadence thick with want. Her thoughts drifted between what he deserved in that moment: sweet release or troubling punishment. The options were endless of how to handle him because she knew that she could do so with ease. But with one glance toward the clock on the bedside table, Annie’s dreams were knocked down for another day. "We ain't got much time for you to be actin' up," she reminded him.

Removing his tight grip on her body with a firm shove, Annie unstraddled him. She pretended to ignore the way needy whimpers filled the air as she walked the edge of the four-poster bed. She was deep in contemplation of what to do next. If Smoke couldn’t keep his hands to himself, couldn’t listen to her, then Annie was just gon’ have to make him act right.

“I thought you were a soldier, daddy,” she reprimanded, instructing him to lay flat on his back. Elijah’s breath stalled sharply as Annie tied his wrists to the bedposts. The silk that rubbed against his skin was meant to be soothing, but she tightened them too forcefully, cutting off his circulation in a way that made him feel addicted.

“How you gon’ be good if you can’t even listen to instructions, Elijah.”

The question was rhetorical—that he could tell—but the silence gripped the air around them. He followed her body, expecting her to climb back up his bound form, but Annie paraded over to the foot of the bed.

A sick grin tugged at her face when she tied a silk scarf around his left foot.

“Co-come on, Annie,” he did everything but cry. He was terrified and turned on all at once—a dangerous combination when at the woman’s mercy. Elijah’s heart hammered against his chest, feeling the way silk bound his other leg apart.

He laid there: back flat against the bed, limbs flung out like an offering to the greedy and otherworldly Annie. He wanted to apologize but he didn’t know a better way than giving in fully. He wanted to stop her but his mind kept playing all the glorious possibilities in his head.

He wanted this. He needed it after missing her from so far away.

For five minutes he laid there without so much as sensing her presence near. He assumed that she’d gone to the bathroom while he was whisked away by his own wandering mind; And when Annie returned, footsteps graceful as ever, her house dress was no where to be seen. She wore nothing but a gold anklet and her wedding ring.

“Your little gifts weren’t enough to satisfy me, Elijah,” she admitted, tone teasing and body beginning to climb up the bed. She didn’t straddled his thighs this time. Instead she moved to the top of the bed. “I’m gon’ need so much more from you, pretty baby,” she cooed. A hand wrapped tautly around his throat, forcing a groan out of him. “Can you do that for me?”

An honest and heady yes just barely escaped his mouth before Annie sat directly on his face. Despite his initial shock, Elijah got straight to work, lapping at her clit like his life depended on it. His wife was positioned with her back to the headboard, able to overlook his body and the rest of the room like the queen she was.

The scent of her invaded his good sense. Her taste flooded his mouth, causing him to send moans straight out and into her.

Annie rode his face often—because it was one of their favorite positions—but it was never like this. Smoke would have her grinding and begging for more on top of him. He would have her hands bound behind her back and her mouth stuffed with her own panties, but he was the one bound now. He was the one begging for more, tears streaming from his eyes in plea without her even looking at him.

But Annie knew. She always knew.

She could feel that shake in his chest as she planted her hands there to keep herself from crumbling too fast. He was eating her pussy so good that she could barely pay attention to anything else until she felt his submissive tears land on her ass.

It was euphoric.

Glorious.

Beautiful in only the way Elijah could be.

Too many emotions were rushing through the both of them. Elijah’s tears were being spurred on by the heavenly feel, taste, and sight of her, but there was also an undercurrent of guilt. Guilt from being away so much. Guilt from being too possessive. Guilt from feeling like he didn’t prioritize her needs enough.

For Annie though, the whole scene proved one thing to be true: if she wanted something, Elijah was gonna let her have it.

She had the Elijah Moore—the man most feared spinelessly—constricted in their bed, not daring to protest against her need as she fucked herself on his face. She had the great Smoke Moore funneling desperate tears from his eyes because he wanted nothing more than to have all of her.

It made her feel powerful. Able to withstand anything.

Elijah was giving it to her so good, enjoying the moment so much that he began bopping his head in it like her moans were the best song he'd ever heard. His enjoyment made her flush with pleasure so much so that she reached behind her.

With a manicured hand planted behind his head, Annie leaned back into his face, riding him like she didn’t plan on stopping.

“Come on, daddy,” she laughed breathlessly, amused by how Elijah strained against the silk. “You say you can handle me. So handle me the way I like.” Her head hung back as she arched into him, the feeling of his plush lips against her clit threatening her to tumble over the edge.

The man wanted to hold onto her so bad. The view of her backside and muscles trying so hard to hang onto her resolve made him work ten times harder. Motivation coursed through him like nothing he’d ever done was more important than the task at hand.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned, voice straining in her throat. Rough moans met Elijah’s needy whines as Annie’s orgasm rang through her lower stomach. This is exactly what she needed. A release at the mouth of her husband that she facilitated from beginning to end.

She rode him through it, bending over to arch into his lower body. With her palms firmly wrapped around his thighs, Annie bounced gently against his tongue. It was all too much for him to handle.

The woman looked down to see his dick straining against the fabric of his briefs, twitching every time her hips moved against his face. Her skin was too smooth. Arousal too delicious. Moans too filthy.

The overwhelming of his senses caused Elijah’s jaw to crank open as a loud moan escaped his flushed, cum-coated lips. It came from the deepest part of his belly where only secret desires resided, but somehow, with Annie’s easy dominance, she’d unleashed a side of him neither of them had seen.

“An-Annie,” he choked out as she rose off of his lips and settled to the side of him. She stroked up and down the length of his thigh, watching with a sly grin as Elijah came in his briefs. The navy color darkened, and his face was stained in a deep red blush. Not from embarrassment—he could never be embarrassed around Annie—but from the built up tension that had finally had a chance to release.

“You look so good with my pussy and yo’ tears all over your face,” she gawked at the sight of him, fucked out even though she had barely laid a hand on him. His chest heaved as the remnants of his climax lingered in his body. The smooth approval and praise Annie was giving him was enough to make him hard in his ruined briefs again.

She shook her head at seeing how quickly he had recovered, need growing in her body again.

“You think you deserve more of me when you don’ already came without my permission,” Annie asked in a teasing tone, dragging a finger across the front of his briefs. His dick twitched under her, causing the woman to laugh heartily.

The sound of her amusement spurred on a whine from the usually silent-yet-deadly man.

“Please, mama,” Elijah fought against the silk.

“Please what, baby,” Annie quipped, taunting him further was a gentle tug at the waistband of his briefs. She began to shimmy them down and off of his hips. His dick sprang free, landing heavily against his lower stomach. Annie’s mouth watered at the sight, but then she realized that her husband never answered her question. “You either gon’ tell me what you want or I’m gon’ do whatever I feel like,” her sharp voice cut through the silence of the room and Elijah’s soft tears. Her tone turned menacing as she dragged a hand down his leg, pushing his briefs toward his knees and out of the way. “I got half the mind to leave yo’ ass tied up while I go about the rest of my day. How that sound?”

The suggestion caused Elijah to fight hard against himself, trying desperately to get loose from the restraints. But there was no use. A small part of him—that was growing by the minute—wanted to stay binded and under her possession.

“Come on, Elijah,” she coaxed, settling between his spread apart thighs, “tell mama what you want.” She kissed along his abs, tongue brushing his hot skin. She pressed her nails in his thighs, soothing the pain with the pads of her fingers. For Elijah, it felt like the sweetest torture a hardened man like him could receive. It was too good. Too overwhelming. He felt his bottom lip begin to quiver, becoming unable to hold back his need for her.

“Please fuck me,” he cried, pulling on the silk harshly. His tears were back and in full force, running down his face unapologetically—but he kept his eyes screwed shut. “I don’t care how. I just need you.”

The desperation in his voice made the newly found sadistic part of herself peak up, but with one look at his face, it leveled out again. Her Elijah—her sweet Elijah—was begging, crying, to be touched. And she was the only one who could supply that release he desired.

Annie glanced at the clock again. An hour had passed since he’d returned home, so she knew they wouldn’t have time to do all she had hoped. She tsked before continuing her torture.

She leaned forward, hands branched on his thighs, mouth watering at the pulsing of his need.

“Look at me, baby,” she demanded smoothly.

Elijah fought the want to obey, but he ultimately lost as he felt her cool lips wrap around the head of his dick. His eyes opened to a sight that was utterly erotic: Annie kneeled between his legs with her mouth closed around him, cheeks hollowing, eyes rolling back while taking him down to the base.

He had never been so sensitive in his life. No matter how long he spent away from Annie—taking care of his own need while thinking of her—he never returned home to a scene like this. With each curl of her tongue against his length, Elijah felt he was a goner then and there.

Something about her dominance added so much more to the situation. She wasn’t just giving the pleasure to him, she was pulling it out of him, forcing him further and further into the bed.

Further and further into the docility and obedience she enjoyed.

“You look so beautiful under me,” she rose off of him to say, eyes unblinking as she memorized every emotion that passed through his eyes.

He stuttered out a thank you at the praise, reveling in what it felt like to be perfect just the way he was for his Annie. She didn’t judge him for his submission. She didn’t put him down for crying at the feeling of her hands wrapped around him.

The warmth of her throat caused his arousal to peak again. Annie’s gaze refused to leave him. She noted the tightening of his chest. How his stomach clenched when she swallowed with him still in her mouth. How his fists balled up when her hands stabilized his dick so that she could bob her head with ease.

He was close, and they both craved his release.

Annie paused for just a moment to weigh her thoughts against what was best. She was in control, and that was a fact she had to remind herself of. Elijah didn’t utter a sound as he studied her. His eyes were heavy, exhaustion coursing through him.

His wife rose to the head of the bed, leaning over his body as she released his right hand only. Her gaze challenged him to act out, but he wouldn’t do that again. He wasn’t going to do anything unless she ordered him first.

“Go on and touch me, Elijah,” she commanded before taking him back into her mouth. The sounds he let out were raw—purely sinful—but they were no match for the groans humming from Annie’s throat. They vibrated against him, encouraging his right hand to snake through her hair.

He cried out unabashedly, gripping her hair but not commanding, asking her to give him all of it. To let him have whatever she wanted to offer.

He surprised himself with the restraint he exhibited, but it was easy to hold back when the only thing he wanted was to be her perfect Elijah.

As Annie took him down her throat again, bottoming out and resting her face against his lower stomach, Elijah could no longer hold it in.

“Can I cum, mama,” he pleaded, fisting her hair and straining against the rest of the silk that bound him. “Pl-please let me cum for you.”

The tears drenching his face and obedience screaming from his body fed a deep part of her soul. Before she knew it, Annie was nodding against his thick arousal and he was cumming down her throat with a steady ease.

Later that night as they laid curled in bed together, Smoke pressed a kiss to her forehead. The air no longer lingered with sex and soft moans. Light no longer peaked through the sheer curtains before falling across their bodies. He cleared his voice, speaking calmly into the room.

“You somethin’ else, you know that?”

Annie giggled knowingly into his side, arm draped across his stomach confidently, a silk-like possession in the way she held him.

“Oh, I know it, baby,” she affirmed. “I just had to remind you who you fuckin’ with.”

Smoke scoffed out a laugh, blushing in the dark of their bedroom like a secret only meant for the two of them to know. He knew that he would never have to chase a high like that again because she had him. No chase necessary. He recalled how his day began: waking up beside his wife who had denied him so brutally the night before, cooking her breakfast and leaving it on the bedside table, buying out stores ‘cause money wasn’t a thing to him—but she was.

“I got you something else to make up for my foolishness,” he began. “Something besides them li’l gifts and my submission.” He said the word like it was a badge of honor. She wielded her dominance, and he couldn’t do anything but submit.

Annie looked up at him, a teasing question on the tip of her tongue.

“And what is that, my love?”

Elijah moved down her body to rest his head in the crook of her neck, breathing in the smell of soap and shea butter on her skin. The feeling of her—like home—eased his nervous heart. It quietened the trembling part of himself.

“I got you, Pearline, and Mary a trip to New Orleans,” he whispered in hopes that if she didn’t like the surprise, he could play things off. “I got everything paid for. I matched they schedule with yours. Got y’all the best hotel suite. A driver for your time there. I’ll drop y’all at the airport myself. Pick y’all up, too, when y’all get back.”

He waited for her to say something, listening to the steady beating of her heart for any sign of disapproval. But when he picked up on nothing, he rambled on.

“If you want, I can take you shoppin’ for more outfits. And you already know I’m payin’ for yo’ hair and nails. And I’m sendin’ you off wit’ a couple stacks.” She continued to remain quiet, causing him to panic further. “But if you ain’t fuckin’ with that, I can cancel the trip and you can plan something else. O-or we can cancel it all together—”

“Elijah,” she cut him off with a firm hand to the back of his neck. “You be overthinkin’ too much, you know that,” she laughed, gratitude spilling from her lips. She kissed all over his face and neck and chest. This is exactly what she needed: time away with her girls to have some good, not-so-clean, fun. Annie loved being a wife and a mother, but she needed to remember that she was a woman first.

“Only when something means everything to me,” Smoke smiled at her soft giggles. He was happy that she was happy. It was one of the only things he ever truly craved.

And for the rest of his life, as long as he had air in his lungs, he was gon’ make sure Annie was the most content person on the planet.

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a/n: i can never write a cute short fic bro— but i hope y’all enjoyed this seriessss. i’ve had so much fun with yalll. we’ll be picking things up with the girls in new orleans! smoke gon be home watching baby girl everybody gon be getting up to some trouble

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