Despite your protests, Soon-to-be Boyfriend Smoke continued to shower you with gifts - expensive perfume, designer clothes, jewelry. He'd leave them on your doorstep, or send them to your job, each one. accompanied by a note that read, "Because you deserve better." He'd call you, his voice smooth and deep, asking if you liked the gifts, but never acknowledging the boyfriend who answered your phone.
⤷ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙꜰ!ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ.
He'd send you texts, late at night, filled with sweet nothings and promises of more, his disregard for your relationship blatant as the red 'Delivered' notifications on your screen. Yet, you found yourself saving his messages, opening the gifts, and wearing the perfume - a heady mix of vanilla and amber that seemed to whisper his name every time you moved.
⤷ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙꜰ!ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ.
Smoke, that wicked man, reveled in the game of cat and mouse, his touches always a fraction too low, his hands lingering a moment too long. He'd hug you, his hand splayed across your back, his fingers dipping dangerously close to your ass. He'd help you reach something, his hands on your waist, pulling you back against him, his breath hot on your neck. Each touch was a taunt, a silent "I can have her anytime I want," a challenge thrown at your boyfriend, daring him to react.
⤷ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙꜰ!ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ.
After a heated argument, your boyfriend stormed out, leaving you in tears. It was then that Smoke chose to make his move, appearing at your door like a dark specter. He found you curled up on your boyfriend's side of the bed, your heart aching, your eyes red. He didn't say a word, just climbed onto the bed, his hands gentle as he pulled you into his lap. He kissed your tears away, his touch soothing, his voice a low rumble as he whispered, "He doesn't deserve you, prettygirl. Let me show you what a real man can do."
⤷ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙꜰ!ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ.
He laid you back on the bed, his body covering yours, his hands everywhere exploring every inch of you. He took you slowly, his thrusts measured, his touch tender, a stark contrast to the argument that just happened . He made love to you on your boyfriend's side of the bed, his groans of pleasure filling the room, his name on your lips as you found your climax . It was a claiming, a declaration, a fuck you to your boyfriend.
ɪ ᴍɪss ʏᴏᴜ—You hadn’t seen Smoke in years—not since he left out of your bed without a word, years ago. A few empty letters followed, but nothing that could fix the silence he left behind. Now he’s back, strolling into town with Stack like nothing happened, asking for your help with some juke joint dream. As if he didn’t abandon you. As if you’re not still his wife (3.4k) ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ
ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜs—You and Bo have been married six years—legally up north, quietly down here. In Mississippi, no one questions it, and you both like it that way. You help run the store, sometimes showing up before he does, though he worries when you do. Lately, your mornings feel different. He hasn’t noticed yet—but something’s changed, and you’re the only one who’s realized it.
ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ—Smoke’s back in town with a new woman and plans to settle. It’s been seven years since he left you behind, and he doesn’t know what he really walked away from. But you do—every single day (4k)
ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴜʙʟɪɴ— You love Remmick, truly—but he’s overbearing, protective, and always in control (7k) ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ
ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ—A quiet Saturday night with Bo Chow—just the two of you, unwinding, laughing, and getting lost in each other (698)
ᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ—You let Remmick back in—just once. But once turns into always, and this time, he doesn’t leave (1.3k)
ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ—You and Stack never did things the easy way—on and off, back and forth. But this time, it ends with a surprise neither of you saw coming (2.3k)
sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs—You may not be together, but you and Stack never stopped being each other’s weakness—and you never will (500)
ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ—It’s Smoke’s first year without Stack. His birthday’s coming up, and while there’s plenty going on, it’s hard to ignore Stack’s absence (2k)
ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜ—They’ve been married ten years, always managing to hold on. But with a baby on the way, Stack’s been gone more than usual—and Annie knows that’s not by accident (5k)
ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ—You’re Delta Slim’s daughter, deeply in love with Remmick. But the secret he’s been hiding will shatter everything—your relationship, your family, and the truth you thought you knew (11k)
ʟᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ—After seven years away, you return to the Delta—and run straight into Bo, the one you never really got over. Time has passed, but the feelings haven’t. Some things were meant to stay buried… but the Delta has other plans (4.5k)
ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ—You’re raising a child with Smoke. The feelings linger, but so does the damage. It’s toxic, tiring, and nothing ever really gets easier (2.1k)
ɪ’ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴅ—You and Stack have been married nearly five years, but something between you has started to change. The love is still there, yet the distance growing in its place is harder to ignore (7k) ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ
ᴀᴅᴏʀɴ—You never expected to be an ex-wife, let alone caught between two men—your ex-husband, the father of your first child who has always owned a piece of your heart, and Smoke, your new lover and the father of your second, who gives you everything you ever wanted without asking. Now you’re torn between past and present, loyalty and desire, and the two pieces of your family that may never fit together (7.3k)
ᴘᴀʟᴇ, ᴘᴀʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ—You should be terrified of Remmick, yet somehow, fear is the very thing that draws you closer (1.7k)
ᴛʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ—The world around you and Smoke may be shifting in ways neither of you can control, but that doesn’t stop the two of you from stealing moments when you can. Even in the middle of chaos, you both manage to find new, inventive ways to have your kind of fun—no matter where, no matter when (3.8k)
ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ sᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ—Six years widowed, you spend every Halloween honoring the man you loved. But this year, when a familiar face returns from the dark, the night takes an unexpected turn—one filled with memory, longing, and the ache of lost time (2.2k)
ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ—Your life changed forever after that night at the juke joint, leaving a veil between you and your husband that can never be lifted. Now, you exist only in the shadows, watching him live, love, and move on without you. Your heart still reaches for him, even when he can’t feel it (4.3k)
sᴘᴏᴏᴋʏ, sᴄᴀʀʏ sᴋᴇʟᴇᴛᴏɴs—It’s Halloween night, and you and your husband, Stack, are taking your three kids trick-or-treating. Between the sugar highs, costume chaos, and stolen candy, it’s the kind of night that reminds you just how much you love this little life you’ve built together (3.5k)
ʜᴇᴀᴅsᴘʀᴜɴɢ— You meet Smoke while working as a paralegal on him and his brother’s case—just another client, another file. He’s older, unreadable, and far too composed for someone who makes you this nervous. Whatever’s between you shouldn’t exist, but the longer it lingers, the harder it is to ignore (25.7k) ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ
ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs—Being married to Smoke and Stack has been the greatest joy of your life. They’re different in every way, but together you make something that feels whole. Still, after too much time alone while they’ve been gone, you find yourself yearning for something more — unaware that whatever has been keeping them away is already starting to follow them home (10.6k , discontinued)
A/N-i think I’m losing my touch to be fair but this is something while i work on my judge thing🌝
Warnings-second hand embarrassment(do not try this at home!!!!!)
The door of the hotel shut behind you, quieting the world outside. You, the resplendent bride, and Smoke, your dark, brooding groom, were finally alone. The air between you is thick with unspoken promises and pent-up desires, a symphony of anticipation echoing through the dimly lit room.
Smoke, a man of few words and even fewer smiles, had been your secret obsession since you first laid eyes on him. His name was no mere moniker; it was a testament to his mysterious allure, a smoldering ember hidden beneath an icy exterior, burning hot and fierce. And tonight, he was all yours.
He turned to face you, his eyes reflecting the dance of the flickering candles. His voice, a low, gravelly rumble, broke the silence, "You look...good, Mrs Moore." A smirk played on his lips, the first crack in his stoic facade. You felt a shiver run down your spine, a delicious thrill at the promise in his words.
"You're not so bad yourself, Mr Moore," you replied, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. You looked him up and down, taking in the tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame, his short cut waves, and his grown-out beard. He was a vision of rugged, tamed masculinity, and you couldn't wait to mark him as yours.
Smoke stepped closer. He stopped inches away, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the heat radiating from his body. He reached up, his calloused fingers brushing against your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The simple touch sent a jolt through you, a spark igniting the kindling of your desire.
"I've waited long enough, mama," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "I want to see what's mine. Baby."
A thrill ran through you at his words, at the possessiveness in his tone. You felt your cheeks blush, your heart pounding in your chest like a drum. You reached up, your fingers fumbling slightly as you began to unbutton your wedding gown. Smoke's eyes followed your movements, his gaze intense, hungry.
He didn't wait for you to finish. With a growl, he stepped closer, his hands joining yours. Together, you pushed the dress off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you standing in nothing but your lacy lingerie and heels. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but the heat in Smoke's eyes, the raw, primal hunger, made you feel powerful, desired.
"You're beautiful," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. It was the first time you'd heard him use that word, and it sent a shiver down your spine. He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of your lace bra, his knuckles brushing against your nipple. You gasped, your back arching at the contact.
Smoke smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. He knew the effect he had on you, the power he held. And he loved it. His hands moved to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you against him. You could feel his hard dick against you, a promise of the pleasure to come.
He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. His tongue in your mouth, claiming you, tasting you. You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders, as he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving against yours with hunger.
His hands moved to your back, unhooking your bra with ease. He broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto yours as he pulled the lace away, baring your breasts to him. He groaned, his eyes darkening with desire. "Fuck, you're perfect," he growled, his hands reaching up to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing against your nipples.
You gasped, your head falling back, exposing your neck to him. He took the invitation, his lips trailing down your throat, his tongue tasting your skin. His hands moved to your ass, lifting you up, pressing you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around him, your heels digging into his back, holding on as he grinds against you, his hard dick rubbing against your aching pussy.
"Smoke," you gasped, you hold the back of his head. He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound, his teeth nipping at your skin. "Patience, baby," he murmured, his hands moving between your thighs, pushing your panties aside. "I wanna take my time with you."
He slid a finger inside you, his thumb rubbing against your clit. You moaned, your hips bucking against him, riding his hand. He added another finger, his pace steady, his thumb never relenting. You could feel the pleasure building inside your stomach, ready to release.
"Not yet," he murmured, his voice a rough command. "Not until I tell you to."
You bit your lip, your nails digging into his shoulders, trying to hold back. He smirked, knowing the struggle he was putting you through. He leaned down, his thick lips kissing yours again, his tongue pushing in your mouth, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace.
He broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto yours. "Now," he growled, his fingers curling inside you, pressing against that spot that made your toes curl. You moaned out, your body quivering as the pleasure crashed over you, wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through you.
Smoke watched you, his eyes dark with desire, a smug smile on his lips. "Good girl," he murmured, his fingers slowing, drawing out your orgasm. "But we're just getting started."
He lowered you on the bed, his hands moving to his belt. You watched, your eyes wide, as he undid his pants, freeing his hard dick. He was long, thick, and leaking. He stepped closer, his hands gripping your hips, lifting you again. You wrapped your legs around him, your eyes locked onto his as he positioned himself at your hole.
"You're mine," he growled, his eyes never leaving yours. "Tell me."
"I'm yours," you replied, your voice steady, your gaze unwavering. He smirked, a challenge in his eyes. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. "Fuck me, Mr Moore," you whispered, your voice quiet and breathless.
He groaned, his hands tightening on your hips. He slowly pushed inside you, filling you, inch by inch. You gasped, your head falling back on the pillow, your nails digging into his back. He began to move, his pace steady, his thrusts deep and slow. You could feel every inch of him, stretching you, filling you, claiming you.
"Fuck, you feel good," he growled, his voice a low rumble. His hands moved to your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh as he lifted you, changing the angle, going even deeper. You moaned, your body moving up as he thrust, he holds you there, making you take him deeper.
He leaned down, his lips on yours in a sloppy kiss. His tongue in your mouth, his pace never slowing, his thrusts never breaking. You could feel the pleasure building inside your lower stomach, a feeling ready to snap. You broke the kiss, your head falling back, your breath coming in short gasps.
"Smoke," you gasped, your legs quivering, your orgasm approaching. "I'm... I'm going to..."
"Come for me, baby," he growled, his voice a low command. "Come on papas dick."
His words sent you over the edge. You cried out, your body shaking as your orgasm hit you, even more intense than before. Smoke groaned, his body tensing as he followed you over the edge, his release filling you, marking you as his.
He leaned his forehead against yours, his breath coming in short gasps. "Fuck, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "You're incredible."
You smiled, your fingers rubbing his face, holding him to you. "You're not so bad yourself, Papa," you replied, your voice soft, satisfied. And as you lay there, still skin to skin, your hearts beating as one, you knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime of passion, of pleasure, of unending desire. For tonight, you were Smoke's, and he was yours. And that was all that mattered.
an- oki so i was late to the sinners party, but holy heck i watched it last night after putting it off for ages and i swtg i too want the sweaty hot irish demon vampire guy, i wanna suck on his fangs fr, my ancestors wouldn't be proud - also i was listening to classical music so if it seems a bit poetical thats why
the air was warm, thick and stuffy, you danced around swapping from one partner to the next.
the blues ringing in your ears as the wooden floor boards thumped with the sounds of feet, you were at peace for awhile until someone decided it was time to hog the only bathroom in the place.
you knew what you had to do, venturing out into the wilderness letting cornbread know you'd be back.
the grass was damp and cooling around your feet, it was quiet out here, serene with the low hum of music echoing through. you had done your business, and wanted nothing more than a slow meaningful stroll back to Club Juke, that was until you were interrupted by three- what looked to be, musicians.
"Well hi there miss" some lanky man said, a woman nodding in approval and another man who made your spine tingle.
"You alright?" he said with an accent you hadn't heard around here.
"Do you three usually skulk around in bushes?" you scoffed shaking your head, about to head back when the lanky man grabbed your arm.
"No rush, you wanna hear some music?" he said, spit spluttering out his mouth like a starved dog, the woman bearing fangs so grotesque you could barely comprehend.
the other man- white shirt unbuttoned at the top just enough for you to peer at his collarbone stepped closer, sniffing you like some animal. lanky man went in closer fangs bared ready to bite until-
"Wait!"
he was suddenly pushed away from you, and here you stood infront of what seemed like the devil, oozing with sultry seduction. he laughs, clawed hand coming up to grab your face, you see him clearer now in the moonlight, blood covering his face, he leans in dangerously close to your neck, smelling deeply.
he leans back facing you, a moan escaping him.
the couple with him leaves, almost like they read his mind.
"I don't wanna turn ya' not just yet, you got somethin' I wan't"
"A-and th-that is?" words shaken, barely a whisper as they leave your lips.
he smirks, circling to the back of you grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him, his breath hitching on your neck once more.
"Why darlin', its you of course"
your parents always said that the devil would come for you if you continued to defile yourself, you may be a virgin but that had never stopped you from exploring your sexuality, your wants or needs, however it never went past flirting with the local men.
you imagined the devil to be some ungodly sight, now yes the teeth, blood and sharp nails were unseemly, but my goodness did this man send a shiver straight to your core, the strongest desire for a man you've ever felt.
"I am a weak woman..." you say to yourself amidst the heat of his mouth close to your vitals. something about the words or the tone makes him feel a sense of fulfilment.
you turn slowly to face him, hand coming up to his face, he almost flinches at your unpredictable behaviour, his brows furrowing. you grip his face, bringing your mouth to his, licking his blood-stained lips and fangs.
he revels in your behaviour, gripping tighter onto you for a moment before swiftly pushing you onto the cold grass, he wastes no hesitation in planting his head between your legs, giving soft bites to your thighs before ripping your underwear apart, he looks at you for a moment before indulging himself.
you moan loudly trying to grip onto the wet shards of grass.
"Oh~ sweet, sweet thing"
you could sense some predatory driven lust ooze off him, as if you're something he shouldn't be indulging in.
he laps, kisses and sucks, vigorously devouring you in the most obscenest way possible, you dont stop him, dont protest, in fact- you enjoy it.
if this is the devils punishment then its a mighty fine one.
a groan escapes your mouth at him pulling away from you.
"Not gonna leave me high 'n dry are you?" you huff.
"Me? Oh darlin' i aint even started"
his body seemed to change above you, his eyes more red, fangs more bared and his fingers more slender, as if given you a glimpse at the real him.
he comes up close to your ear, saliva dripping from his mouth.
"After this, you'll be mine- only, mine"
he leans back up above you.
"I'm your saviour darlin'"
your eyes widen at that, those words, how vulnerable you began to feel. his hand caressed your face gently, claws scratching delicately at your skin working their way down to your buttoned front smock dress, once white- now stained with dirt and blood. he rips the fabric off your skin violently, marvelling at your naked form, nipples perking at the intense cold breeze before he begins ravaging at your breasts trying his best to suck gently, fangs nipping your skin. the blood spreading across your body made you feel violated.
he groans pulling himself away from you.
"You're so intoxicating" he sounded somewhat angry at the fact that your innocence cradled him so- hands coming up to grip onto his scalp, you felt as if maybe- was he regretting this? no, it was taking every ounce of self control he had to not turn you, but you didn't understand this, his body language screamed that of someone who didn't want to hurt you.
"Hey- its, its okay" you leaned up on your elbows, one hand coming over to his chest then you noticed it- his cock was insanely hard from this contact, a normal person would've probably taken the chance to run away here but you had other ideas simply gracing it with your fingers caused him to waft your arm away, falling back onto the grass. he unbuckled his belt faster than light throwing it into the darkness, you noticed screams echoing in the background of all of this, the sound of death right next to the pair of you.
his cock jumped right out, sore and begging for something to latch around it, you notice his jaw unlatch slightly to accommodate the rest of his fangs.
"I'm sorry princess..."
he rubs himself against your folds before bullying his way to your cervix, you wince and cry at the sting, he marvels at your body once more before coming down to your level, head buried in the crook of your neck the smell of you further intoxicating him.
"I-its too f'big" you whine.
he laughs but something about it isn't human anymore, its dark and filled with neediness, his restraint on his desires were wearing thin. other vampires running around beside you both, dancing and chanting, your innocence completely ruined and your privacy stripped. he leans back up, ploughing into you at a slow pace, looking around at the scene before back at you, pleasure and pain mixing on your face, he kisses your lips one final time.
hands gripping onto your ass pulling you up closer to him, his head falls next to you again, moaning at his vicious pace, cock swelling and plunging deeper, your juices squirt onto the base of him as you orgasm at the delicious friction.
his grip gets tighter digging into your skin, hot breath still on your neck, cock hardening further.
"F-fuck i'm sorry darlin'"
your eyes widen as he bites down, your blood like sweet honey liquor to him, he cums deep inside you refusing to let go, you feel yourself grow weaker trying to push him away but its no use. once he's had his fill he pulls himself away from you, kneeling still beneath your legs watching the rest of his 'family' chant and cheer, covering your wound you look up at him.
"I love you" he declares.
"You're mine, forever"
your eyes slowly shut as you struggle to say anything before your vision turns to black.
waking up you found yourself still on the ground, but underneath a heavily shaded tree, you were fine- felt fine. you looked next to you, seeing the demon sat at the bottom of the tree practising with his banjo, realising your innocence has been stripped and all that remains is a seductive darkness, one you will now have to share eternity with.
