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📌 creative of dandy!stack ⅋ firefighter!smoke

౨౿ ⁺ thinking about ex-husband!smoke. the divorce yall went through was quick and straight to the chase. you dropped the papers on his desk and he signed them without a messy fight, court hearings, or anything like that. ex-husband!smoke let you have the house in the divorce and moved into his own makeshift apartment, since he never wanted for much. ex-husband!smoke still comes over yall used to be shared house to fix on things that broke or to put groceries in your fridge.

“you said the sink acting up again?”, he asked with the phone pushed up on his shoulder while grabbing his keys and toolbox. “i’ll be over there mama.”

to be honest, smoke didn’t even fully process the divorce. he got that yall weren’t legally married, but in his eyes you were still his wife. he kept pictures of yall together up on his social medias, yall weddings pictures were still framed at his apartment, and your contact stayed “wife♥️.”

ex-husband!smoke will find any excuse to be in your presence again. you sick? he’s at the house with soup already on the stove and some nice lemon tea with honey ready for you. you going out with your girls? he’s yall personal driver. you tired at your job? he callin’ your boss to tell ‘em you not coming in tomorrow and sending you double what you make in a day. he honestly didn’t give a fuck yall was divorced.

ex-husband!smoke hasn’t touched another woman since yall divorce and he wasn’t planning on either. stack would often tease him about it, but no matter how many times his younger brother took him out for a night—no other woman could compare to his beautiful ass wife.

ex-husband!smoke who honestly can’t stop yearning for you and wants to wake up to you every morning in bed again. he knew you divorced him for a reason, and he was putting in the upmost effort to fix his issues and put that rock back on your finger.

ex-husband!smoke who finds himself back in the bed yall shared together when one of yall can’t sleep. “you had a nightmare, baby? ‘m sorry”, while slipping under the silk sheets and guiding you to lay on his bare chest—head rested right below the tattoo of your name on his collarbone.

ex-husband!smoke who’s actually a little delusional about you trying to head back into the dating scene. he would kill any nigga who thought they had a chance with you . . .

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i love it seyvn!

「 i met her in philly and her name was brown sugar. see we be making love constantly. that’s why my eyes are a shade blood burgundy 」

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“baby .. where is it supposed to go?” dazed with arousal you reach in between your legs to grab michael’s dick to guide it to your entrance.

short intro to firefighter!smoke

prior to meeting elijah your past relationships weren’t the best—you didn’t have the greatest taste in men and it showed. the boyfriends, if you can even call them that lacked all the characteristics smoke had. they didn’t hold the door for you, buy you flowers, some couldn’t even change a damn tire.

the very first date you guys had was at a nice restaurant downtown. he had finally gotten a day off work and wanted to use it to take the prettiest girl he had met out for a day you deserved. “here’s the bill, i hope you guys enjoyed”, the waiter chirped with a short smile—setting the bill down. you lifted your hand to grab the bill, “what are you doing?”, elijah asked with a confused look. “paying the bill, what do you mean?” — “no ma’am i got it, move those pretty hands back.”

smoke love language is acts of service, he can’t always put it into words how he feels about you but he can show his ole lady how he appreciates her through his actions.

you’ll come home from a long tiresome day at work and your sweet elijah is already there waiting for you on the couch. your favorite tv show or movie turned on, dinner on the stove, snacks to keep you company, and just him. cater 2 you by destiny child? yeah that’s elijah. he’ll gently remove your shoes and place your manicured toes that he paid for might i add, onto his lap and just massage your feet while listening to your day.

smoke’s acts of service definitely is present in the bedroom. he wouldn’t even think about busting a nut until he got you to release that sweet cream at least twice. “come on darlin, you can give me one more right?” southern accent dripping in his voice—his large fingers digging at your sweet spot while rubbing on your sensitive clit. “see i think she can give me on more.”

elijah may not talk as much during sex, but he craves for you to talk to him. he’ll have you folded up in missionary, right leg draped over his shoulder with his plump lips leaving fat wet kissing on your ankle with the anklet that had his name. “come on baby talk to me, how i feel in this good ass pussy, huh?”, slowing down his strokes so you can respond.

you watched elias with immense admiration as he got dressed, the way he coordinated every piece of clothing to fit together and match was something so attractive to you.

it was no understatement he was the dandiest nigga in the delta — and he looked damn good. the nice shine of gold stuck out from the grill piece on his peary white teeth to the cufflink that had his initials “e.m.” on them.

“baby which tie should i wear?” stack questioned while holding two of them up in your vanity mirror. you were still stuck in your own world of admiring your man, you didn’t hear him.

stack confused on why you didn’t answer, looked up to meet your gaze in the mirror. he saw the damn near blissed out look your had in your doe eyes and a light smirk appeared on his face.

he turned around facing you, bending down to your eye level. “you listening baby?”

blinking out your dazed state, your head tilted back some to look at him. “hmm? what did you say?”

“you ain’t hear a thing i just said?”, southern draw evident in his voice with a hint of teasing.

“it’s okay pretty, i know what you want”, he said it like he already knew which he did. he knew his lady like the back of his hand, and even though she wouldn’t always ask for him to pleasure her—he always did.

leaning back up, he grabbed you by the waist and picked you up with ease. sitting down on the edge of the bed and plopping you right on the fat of his clothed thigh.

your nightgown raised up a little, showing the cute black lacey panties you had on. stack made himself comfortable, leaning back. “come on sweetheart, you know what to do”, giving your bottom a light tap to encourage you.

you let out a sigh of pleasure and relief as you began to slowly rock your hips against his thigh. you had a thing for the bliss he was able to bring you without even touching your pussy.

like clockwork, your essence began to leak through your panties and eventually onto his slacks. “you making a mess on my new pants, you gon lick it right on up too, huh?”, he asked looking straight in your eyes.

small whimpers left your mouth before you answered with a yes. “good now make yourself cum baby. i want your sweet smell on me all day.”