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snippet of the fic if anybody wants it

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i wrote this cool ass fix, actually. it’s like 15k words LMAOO first time in a long time i’ve had time for anything. i’m free from school and work and well the creative juices flowed again

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SHE IS BAAACKK

i am sadly not 😔

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tease your man

ao3 link

summary : "you got to tease your man, you got to please your man and let him know just how you feel. 'cause when he loves you right, it's a real done deal"

pairing: smoke moore x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ (mdni), language, smut, oral (male receiving), stack is heavy on that younger brother energy, use of n word, face fucking

a/n: short lil one shot about giving smoke head while he smokes a cigarette; hit my inbox with requests if you have any!

"Girl, yo' husband a certified asshole!"

Stack's voice arrived before he did, causing you to furrow your brows. The door swung open and revealed your brother-in-law, frowning as he walked into the room.

"You need to put his damn pecker in your mouth so he'll lose the fuckin' attitude!" he continued.

"Shut the fuck up, Stack" you heard your husband grumble, coming in right behind him.

You offered him a smile and ignored your brother-in-law's comment, knowing Stack had a special skill for tap dancing all over Elijah's last nerves.

"This nigga here meaner than a damn snake, I'm tellin' you," Stack continued, plopping down in the arm chair across from where you were seated. "Don't know how you deal with the motherfucker."

You gave him a short hum as a response. The calmness between the two told you that they weren't arguing about anything serious, just butting heads over something small.

"What'd my mean, mean husband do to you this time, poor baby Stack?" you questioned softly, a faux pout on your lips as you teased him.

Stack rolled his eyes at you, scoffing and mumbling about him not being a "damn baby," which earned a short laugh from Elijah, who had walked behind the couch you were sitting on and leaned down to press two soft kisses to the side of your neck.

You shivered from the contact, feeling your stomach twist now that he was back. He'd been gone a few days on business that you didn't care to know about. The two of you had an arrangement that as long as he came back in one piece and you stayed safe at home ready to take care of him when he returned, you would never need to know what he did when he left the walls of your shared home.

"Well, lemme tell you, my beautiful sister," Stack started, inhaling deeply. "Two of us was..."

Stack trailed off when he caught a mean glare from his brother that told him to be careful what all he revealed to you. He swallowed before continuing.

"On some business. Shit got outta hand with some of the men we was dealing with...white, y'know? I tell Smoke we need to just forget the shi-"

"Stack," Smoke warned.

"Forget the deal," he corrected. "Just forget the damn business deal and haul ass, but you know this nigga. All about his damn business, so he pulls out that pistol and start wavin' it around, threatenin' to put a bullet in everybody in the building."

Your eyes widened at the image your brother-in-law was painting for you. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it, the idea of Elijah all tough and mean and doing anything to get the job done and bring some money home for you.

"I'm standin' there tryna calm his crazy ass down. 'Smoke, nigga this ain't the plan, calm yo ass down'. I kept sayin' the shit. Guess what this nigga do? Guess!"

You shrug, attempting to hide an amused smile. Stack could be a pain in your ass sometimes, but he was your little brother and he was one hell of a storyteller and you loved him.

"What did he do?" you humored softly.

"Nigga gon' pop me in the fuckin' mouth with the fuckin' gun!"

You hated to laugh, truly, but you couldn't help yourself. The giggles escaped you before you could stop them and it wasn't long before you heard your husband's low laughing above your head.

Stack rolled his eyes.

"Nah, now I see how you deal with his ass. You just as mean. Here I am thinkin' my big sister of all people would understand the sheer pain a nigga in but no. You don't give a damn, neither!"

You kept giggling as Stack stood, huffed, and left the room, going out back to do God knows what as you called for him to come back between laughs.

"He gon' be alright," you heard Elijah sigh, rounding the couch to sit beside you. "He gon' be just fine."

You smiled at him and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his lips and earning a hum from him.

"Missed you," he told you, "A lot."

"Missed you, too. You make us some money?"

He laughed at that.

"That all you care about?"

"It seems like somethin' to care about if you goin' round threatenin' white men. What's wrong with you, Elijah?" you questioned, a raised brow sending a shiver down his spine.

There were few people on the earth that could intimidate Elijah Moore. At the top of that list was his lovely wife.

"Yes, I brought you back some money, baby," he assured you.

You passed him one of the cigarettes you'd rolled for him yesterday and took the lighter off of the same side table that was holding the cigarettes and lit it for him when he placed it between his lips.

"Thank you, baby. You always so good to me," he cooed.

"I try," you replied gently, bringing your hand to his thigh and rubbing slowly.

Your touch, like always, never went unnoticed by Elijah. He raised his eyebrow and looked down at you, a dangerous glint in his eye.

Every time he left, he missed everything about you. He missed your eyes, your smile, your thick thighs and curves. Usually, most of all, he missed the way you tasted and the way you sounded when he took you apart piece by tiny piece. This time was no different. He was ready to dive into you completely.

"What you thinkin' bout, baby girl?" he asked you.

"Somethin' Stack said," you replied honestly, deviousness written all over your features.

Usually, you knew better than to take half the shit Stack said into account, but one comment of his got you thinking.

You'd never taken Elijah in your mouth before, but you'd heard some rumors about how good it can feel for both parties. It was just something you'd never thought about trying out, but for some reason, between Stack's comment, images of your husband getting tough and meaning all business, and him sitting right beside you with that damn cigarette in his mouth, you were ready to give it a shot.

"You know you can't listen to that nigga. He-"

"I want to try something," you cut him off. Standing and smoothing out the bottom of your dress before getting down on your knees in front of your husband.

You didn't miss the way his eyes widened a little, amusement and shock plastered on his dark features. He inhaled his cigarette before exhaling, eyes rolling back as the pleasure flooded through him and that look on his face alone was enough to certify this for you. You were going to make him cum from your mouth if it was the last thing you did.

You thought back to some of the conversations you'd had with Mary, the tips she'd given you for if you ever decided to try with Smoke.

'Tease him. Don't give in straight away. They like it when you play games.'

Your fingers trailed up his thighs softly before one hand rose to his crotch, pressing down gently. He shuddered at the contact, cocking his head to the side and looking down at you.

"What you doin'?" he asked you, a smirk growing on his face as he took the cigarette out of his mouth momentarily and held it in his right hand.

"You'll see."

He laughed shortly when you began to unbutton him, pulling his length free. His cock sprung up and landed on his stomach. He was hard and leaking and it was making your mouth water.

'Give him a lil' kiss. Right at the tip. Drives a man crazy.'

You pressed your lips against his tip, ghosting a kiss there and feeling satisfied when you heard his breath hitch. You kissed down his shaft and heard him grumble something about getting on with it.

You were beginning to feel a bit more adventurous and stuck your tongue out, finding the thick vein on his shaft and slowly licking it, earning a groan from him. You did it again, swirling your tongue along his length as he looked down at you with thinning patience.

"Quit playin', woman," he warned, no weight behind that threat. He was loving every second of your slow toying with him.

'Don't forget to spit on it. They love that.'

A string of spit dripped down onto his cock and he swore he was about to see stars. His fine ass wife in this state was enough to make him finish right then and there all over your face, but he kept his composure, taking another hit of his cigarette to focus on something other than the feeling of your warm saliva on him.

'Then it's up to you. Take the whole damn thing in your mouth and suck like a damn lollipop.'

You took him in your mouth, going down as far as you could go without gagging. Elijah cursed above you and you felt pride. He'd always been reactive to you.

'Anything you can't fit in your mouth, use your hand. After that, smooth sailin'.'

You gripped the base of his cock and stroked as you sucked on the rest, bobbing your head up and down.

"Fuuuck, baby!" he hissed, eyes rolling back like they had just moments ago. "Feel so fuckin' good."

You felt your cheeks warm up at the compliment and kept bobbing your head and sucking him. It felt good, but he needed more. He was so close.

"Lemme help you out a lil bit. You trust me, baby?"

You rose off of him, a string of spit falling on your chin and he shook his head at the sight. Your full breasts were getting spit on them as well and the neckline of your light pink dress was darker from the wetness of your saliva.

"I trust you. With my life, you know that."

"Alright, go back down."

You obliged, taking him back in your mouth and stopping when his hand gently pressed to the back of your head.

"Just breathe in, baby. This okay?"

You nodded as best you could and he smiled down at you.

"My pretty wife. Keep goin'."

You obliged, continuing to suck him as he pushing your head down. You choked a bit on his cock when his tip hit the back of your throat and you were expecting him to let you back up but the moan he let escape him told you he had other plans.

"Feels so fuckin' good. Breathe through your nose, pretty girl."

He'd always made sure you knew how beautiful you were to him, constantly calling you pretty and beautiful and everything in between. The man was in love with every single thing about you and he never failed to let you know it. You'd come a long way from the emotionally pent up version of him that you'd met. You first met him as Smoke, but the more your relationship grew, you got to know him as Elijah. Your Elijah.

Elijah loosened his grip on your hair, letting you come up for a minute to breathe before pushing you back down.

"You're makin' a mess," he grunted. "We gon' have to clean that up later."

The smell of cigarette smoke filled the room and you shivered, picturing him above you casually smoking while you were on your knees for him.

"Can I fuck those pretty lips?" he questioned, pulling you up again so that you could look him in the eyes. "Please?"

You nodded slowly. You'd do anything for him at this point. You knew after you were done with him he'd please you. You wondered if he could even imagine how wet you were for him at the moment.

"Whatever you want, baby," you replied softly, whole body feeling like it was on fire.

He cupped your face and lowered you back down, sloooowly pushing his tip past your lips before allowing you to sink all the way down on his cock. Elijah held you there for a moment, letting you get used to the feeling of him in your mouth again before thrusting his hips upwards.

You felt yourself clench around nothing at the feeling, growing impatient for him to fuck you where you needed him the most, but you didn't mind waiting. He deserved this, deserved to get this pleasure from you.

"Ssssoooo good," he moaned out, hips picking up speed as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his climax.

Your mouth was so damn warm and wet and perfect just like the rest of you. He couldn't believe the two of you had waited so long for this. He wasn't even sure how he could ever leave you at home again, beginning to contemplate bringing you along next time he and Stack had to handle business. That way you'd be there waiting for him when he needed to get some release.

The noises coming from you as his tip hit the back of your throat were nothing but sinful, but it was music to his ears, only spurring him on as he rambled about how perfect you were and how he was going to fuck you so good after this. You couldn't fucking wait.

"Shit, shit, shit, baby!" Elijah cried out, one last thrust sending him over the edge as he held your face against him.

He spilled into your mouth, warm and salty. The load was big. So big that you couldn't catch it all, some of it spilling out the side of your mouth and dripping onto his dick.

"Messy fuckin' girl," he mumbled, letting you finally come up for more air. "Where the hell you learn to do that, huh?"

You suddenly felt shy as he brought his thumb to your face, wiping away the mixture of your spit and his cum.

"Just some gossip around town," you told him, keeping your source to yourself, sure that he didn't want to hear that Mary had taught you everything she knew. He didn't need that mental picture of her and his brother.

"Well, you just keep listening to that damn gossip," he told you with a smile and dazed eyes. "Come up here."

You obliged, sitting down beside him once more.

He put a large hand on the back of your neck and pulled you close for a hot, messy kiss. His tongue slipped past your lips, tasting himself in your mouth. It was just heavenly.

He shook his head and put his cigarette out before standing.

"Gotta return the favor for my pretty girl," he told you, lowering to his knees and pushing up your dress. "Show you some tricks of my own."

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I think it's really crazy how this movie was supposed to circle around black people, but the Elmer's glue skinned people had to fuck it up by their crazy ass fantasies. "Sammie x Remmick" "Remmick x plantation owner daughter" "stack x smoke" I also seen "kkk member x reader" like what this actual fuck, shipping remmick with Sammie is one thing and outrageous but a kkk member is a actual different level of insane. I can't make anyone do anything but the least y'all could do is take that shit to ao3 so we have the choice to avoid it.

I mean we just can't have shit without White people fucking it up. They always and I mean ALWAYS find a way to make it about them. As expected we could have had something great I mean stack and smoke are right there why are not focusing on the actual fine shyt's. The internet always finds a way to disappoint.

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i’m so tired of seeing remmick x reader, remmick x sammie and weird shit in general from this sinners fandom, when smoke and stack are RIGHT THERE. likeee do i have to get in the booth and write the fics my damn self?🫩

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i won this shawty lash giveaway right ? so you would think, girl why are you complaining ???

but ok listen

i tell her i want a wet set. i go and she’s like “you have way too many lashes and you have a lot of them so it’s gonna look like a full volume set.”

i don’t like full volume set, ok.

i tell her let’s do something with less volume and stick to cat eye.

this is what i ended up getting

now you’re thinking, why are you complaining ?

cus this is what my natural lashes look like with mascara 😕

a little less volume obviously but there’s no cat eye, there’s no extra length. all of things i asked for. then the shawty told me how she’s basically pro israel like if i didn’t have lash glue on my shit, i woulda talked the ho outta business.

then she kept telling me how i was gonna keep coming back cus i was gonna get addicted. babe this is what i look like with a 10 dollar mascara pls

no extra length, no shape, pro israel and she charges crazy like girl i’m not coming back 😭

js sigh a eugh experience

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HUH YOURE IN ENGAGED NOW OR WHAT IS HAPPENING

i am not ! loOLOLOLOL

yall are free to follow my insta btw

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Ok wait so are you guys together or not together anymore 👀 sorry if this is too nosy but I'm invested now 😂

we got together a month later. he wasn’t cheating on me smh but there was a lot that went on.

he didn’t cheat but he was still very obviously guilty of a lot of things. that included how he handled our breakup, how he acted after it bc he was hurt, how he acted during our rls that caused us to break up.

we didn’t speak for a month with no intention at all of speaking again or even getting back tg. like i simply hated him cus i thought he was cheating. i thought he had a whole new gf and that he moved on w someone else immediately after and i was sick to my stomach abt it

we had to cut off his childhood bestfriend who was telling me these things. he wasn’t w anyone, he wasn’t doing anything. she js said stuff to me and to this day, i have no idea why. she claims she doesn’t like him and it was never that but for the time that i knew her, she was very… overprotective and very jealous abt her homeboys.

it wasn’t even js him. all she ever posted abt was her homeboys and how she has 9 of them and they’re all like her brothers and shit. idk it was weird in my opinion. we all have homeboys but she acted like a boy mom… and my boyfriend was never like that w her so idk where the energy came from but she was the one fucking a lot of stuff up between us.

we did speak after a while bc i needed something from him. he was incredibly nice to me and i was expecting him to be really rude. but he was nice and we kinda js started talking after that. it was an entire month of no contact and we js started talking again. a lot had changed between us in that small month show idk.

i got into my career field, was doing things different and idk. it all kind of changed and for him as well. we both expressed our past regrets and he said sorry for the way he had acted and we cleared up a lot of misunderstandings between us

a lot of my friends still can’t forgive him but it’s my rls. it’s been about 7-8 months now. he took the time to earn my trust again, be consistent and kind and he earned himself his spot back in my life

obviously it wasn’t made easy for him 🤣 i was a bitch and sometimes i’d constantly bring up his mistakes when i got mad and i don’t now but it def wasn’t easy for him either. regardless, he asked me to be his gf again in january and well ☺️ here we are nowwww

we are not engaged ! js went to go look at rings :0 we are excited for when it happens tho

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getting back w him and looking at engagement rings 2 weeks ago was crazy after all this 😔

so i still have love and respect for my ex after we broke up but after the thing i found out today, i hope he breaks his leg so bad that he can never play soccer again and his entire dream goes down the drain

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ts so ass gang

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i do not come on here that often but when i do, i read my old posts like looking back at a diary and being astonished at where i was in life

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kinktober | sunrise sensations - l.h.

day 6 - thigh riding | kinktober masterlist

summary: after waking up, you climb into a sleepy lewis hamilton’s lap. he might  be half-asleep, but he’s aware of your needs, and helps you chase your release.

WARNINGS: 18+ content, thigh riding, morning sex, sleepy sex, light teasing, soft dom lewis hamilton.

w.c. 1.3k+

a/n: welcome to day 6. this event is bringing me all sorts of experiences, as this is my first time writing lewis. see you all next week for the next two fics. let me know your thoughts via reblog, comment or ask, i love hearing from you guys.

you wake up to the soft sound of lewis’ deep, steady breathing, the morning light filtering through the curtains casting a golden hue on the room. you stretch beside him, feeling the heat radiating from his body as he lay awake on his back, tattooed hand and arm draped lazily over his head. 

there’s something about the quiet moments like these that make your heart race. the way his peaceful expression contrasts with the intensity of the man during the day— always pushing himself, always striving for more. 

but this morning, you feel a different kind of need building inside you. you've always loved the warmth of lewis, the strength that seems to pulse just beneath the surface of his skin, even when he's at rest. and right now, in the hazy stillness of the morning, with your body craving something more, you can't resist the temptation to be closer.

you shift slightly in bed, propping yourself up on one elbow as you study his face, his features were softened due to his relaxed state. his lips were parted just enough to let his slow, rhythmic breaths escape, his eyes were fluttered closed, long eyelashes resting upon his skin. you bit your lip, the heat between your legs growing as you take in the sight of him.

quietly, you move yourself from laying with him to moving onto his body, positioning yourself so you're straddling his thigh. the movement stirs him just enough for his eyes to slowly open, his dark orbs staring down at you, flickering down to where your plush thighs captured his own. you took a deep breath before gulping, your heart racing as you pressed yourself down, the thin fabric of your underwear doing little to dull the sensation of his muscular thigh beneath you.

lewis shifts slightly, the movement sending a spark of pleasure through your core. his thigh tenses reflexively, which caused a gasp to escape from your mouth, biting your lip to hold back a moan. you noticed how the lazy smirk made its way onto his face and it was evident he did it on purpose. it worked though, it's all the encouragement you need. you roll your hips experimentally, dragging yourself against him, your breath hitching at the friction. even half-asleep, his body is attuned to you, responding in ways that drive you crazy.

he let out a low hum, his head turning slightly toward you, and his arm dropped from behind his head to rest on your hip, fingers pressing gently into your skin. it’s a simple gesture, but it's enough to let you know he's aware, letting you know he's with you, even if he's not fully awake.

"mm, what're you doin', sweetheart?" his voice is thick with sleep, gravelly and soft, but there's a hint of amusement there too. it reaffirmed that he wasn’t against this, which you had silently doubted. 

you don't stop, your hips rolling again as you find a perfect rhythm— not too fast, but not too slow that it’s teasing— and the pressure against your clit sent shivers through your body. "needed you," you whisper, leaning down to brush your lips against his jawline. "you feel so good.." you told him, moaning against his warm skin when your clit pressed against his strong thigh just right. 

he hummed again, his hand tightening slightly on your hip, now guiding you to ride his thigh, knowing just what you like. his thigh flexed again beneath you, giving you just the right amount of pressure, and you can't help another quiet moan that slips from your lips. even in this half-asleep state, he knows exactly what you need.

"keep goin', then," he murmured, voice still rough but laced with his own desire now. his grip on your waist grew firmer, his body enjoying waking up to the moment, to you. you had never been like this before, and it was a welcome change. 

you quickened your pace, the slickness between your legs making it easy to glide against him. each movement sent a new wave of heat coursing through you, the building pleasure making your thighs tremble. you couldn’t stop the sting of whines that left you at how good it felt, the sensations starting to become a little too much. his hand slipped under your shirt, large palm splayed against the small of your back, continuing to guide you as he helped you chase your release. 

the friction of his skin against your most sensitive spot was overwhelming, each roll of your hips bringing you closer to the edge that you so desperately desired. you pressed down harder, the pressure perfect as your pace grows more frantic; far from the steady pace you started with initially. your breath comes out in ragged gasps, and you can't focus on anything but the heat, the feeling of him beneath you, and the way he's letting you take what you need.

lewis’ other hand comes up, inked fingers brushing over your thigh, encouraging you without saying a word. his breathing had also changed, becoming heavier. you knew he was fully awake now, fully aware of the effect he's having on you.

"that's it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble which turned you on even further. "you're so close, aren't you love? barely been on my thigh for a few minutes and you’re already about to break,” he cooed, fingers squeezing your soft thigh, and his other hand gripped your hip tighter. 

you nodded frantically in response, unable to form words as you continued to grind your hips desperately against him. you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, the tightness building and building, the coil about to snap. it's almost unbearable. almost.

"come on, love," he whispered, his voice still husky from not being long awake.  he moved to sit himself up straighter— the movement adding more friction, which you whimpered at— and moved himself so his lips were ghosting your ear. "take it, take what you need,” he told you lowly, kissing the spot just below your ear. 

it’s all you needed to hear. with one final roll of your hips, you felt the tension snap, your release crashing over you in waves. your body shook, thighs trembling as you ground down against him, riding out the high. a breathless moan escaped you as you buried your face in the nape of his neck, your shaky hands gripping at his shoulders for support.

lewis’ hand rubbed soothing circles on your back, his calloused thumb traced lazy patterns on your skin as he let you come down from your high. he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering against your hair as your breathing had started to slow down to a more regular pace.

for a while, the only sound in the room was your inconsistent breathing, as the warmth of his body helped to ground you as you lay draped over him, completely spent.

"good morning to you, too," he chuckled softly, the vibration of his voice rumbling through his chest. you could feel the smile in his words, that familiar, easy confidence he always carries with him.

you lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your face flushed and hair tousled, but you couldn’t help but bashfully smile back at him. "sorry, I couldn't wait,” you whispered, as the shyness overtook you once more. 

he grinned at you, his eyes still half-lidded with sleep, but filled with that spark you know all too well. "hey, no complaints here," he murmured, before he pulled you closer for a slow, lazy kiss which you happily reciprocated. 

after pulling away, you lay rested against him, with his arms wrapped around you— you feel a sense of contentment settle over you. moments like these, when it was just the two of you, tangled up in each other, are the ones you cherished the most.

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Hello my friend, I am Ahmed’s wife. My husband was injured in the massacre. Please, my friend, donate to me. I want to buy a tent. My tent burned down and there was condensation. My children and I are in the street. Please do not abandon us. The price of the tent is $700. Do not allocate it. https://gofund.me/315b0b3c

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so nb was gonna tell me how fun legos are ??

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so i still have love and respect for my ex after we broke up but after the thing i found out today, i hope he breaks his leg so bad that he can never play soccer again and his entire dream goes down the drain

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When I’m speaking arabic with a Moroccan friend and they randomly throw in some french