Chapter note: The day arriving at Smoke's establishment, you're faced with mixed feelings.
Synopsis: You and Smoke had an on and off relationship prior to him mysteriously cutting contact with you as well as suddenly disappearing completely; alongside his twin. Years later, you long to resume your passion as a guitarist. As fate would have it, buzz about the opening of a Juke Joint in Clarksdale at the return of the SmokeStack Twins has you conflicted.
Perhaps the Joint is a calling for you to continue chasing your passion and become a known musician; a dream of yours since childhood, Smokeâs presence be damned.
Catching attention of both those you want and some you don't is the price a talented musician has to pay for. Business is Business, until past feelings start to resurface.
Tags: Black!Reader, Slow Burn, Established Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, etcâŚ
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Synopsis: You and Smoke had an on and off relationship prior to him mysteriously cutting contact with you as well as suddenly disappearing completely; alongside his twin. Years later, you long to resume your passion as a guitarist. As fate would have it, buzz about the opening of a Juke Joint in Clarksdale at the return of the SmokeStack Twins has you conflicted.
Perhaps the Joint is a calling for you to continue chasing your passion and become a known musician; a dream of yours since childhood, Smokeâs presence be damned.
Catching attention of both those you want and some you don't is the price a talented musician has to pay for. Business is Business, until past feelings start to resurface.
Tags: Black!Reader, Slow Burn, Established Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, etcâŚ
iâm so glad i found ANOTHER mlm fanfic writer especially for sinners. iâm a x reader mlm writer myself and i love your content :))
Hey! Sorry for delayed response. I was away for over a week, busy af, but better late than everđ . Thanks so much for this messages. Its so rare seeing any Male!Reader fics, especially Sinners, its been hard out here! Appreciate it and any work youâve done too!
Will have something posted tomorrowđ. But ill see if i can get back on some unanswered request.
Request: Maybe where the reader, is the younger brother of Smoke and Stack, and him and Bo been lovers ever since they're a teenagers. But after Smoke killer dad about to run off into the army they're either followed them but promising Bo once he comes back finally give him his virginity. So when it was the opening of his brothers jukebox he's doing his best on avoiding Bo but during when everyone was dancing he was able to corner the reader in a private room as Bo ask why he's avoiding which cause the reader to cry revealing the feelings of hurt and jealousy. But before can say anything Bo kiss him as one thing led to another as they fuck in the room. Once they both finish Bo explain to the reader the reasons why explain it was so protectable of them and that he still loves him
Tags: Black!Reader, SMUT (18+), P n A (reader recieving), Top!Bo, Quickie, Angst
A/N: Hey, thanks for this request! Haven't written for Bo Chow before, so I hope I did him justice this fic. Also Angst for the win, Enjoy!
Your day couldnât have been terrible. No, everything leading up to the day was nearly perfect. The sun was shining, you and your brothers were back in town, and most of all, Bo Chowâs shop looked to be going quite well judging by the exterior. You were rather excited to see Bo, after so so long, after a promise he and you shared so far back, you were sure things would pan out.Â
You and Smoke had entered the shop, your brother taking the lead as you shifted your green hat. He heads up to the young woman by the register while you glance around at all the other shoppers and employees in hopes one of them was Bo; no sight. That is until the lady by the register yells out, âDad!â
You turn on your heel toward her, then toward the door that swung up by the back of the shop. At first, your heart struck before a harsh blink. Heâs drawn to you instantly, something of recognition. The strange stare down didnât last with Smoke being the one to greet Bo first, breaking his glance on you. Your brother gave him a quick hug, and you hesitantly gave one as well, pulling away a little too quickly. The tightness in your chest was too unbearable, at both how amazing it felt to be back in his arms, while at the same time, a sense of betrayal kept you from indulging too long.
Thankfully, Smoke did the talking, while you held a straight face throughout their dialogue which you were tuning out. His daughter, she was hisâs no doubt. Which meant, the time you spent away he had gotten down with someone; settling for the easy life. You swallow hard, keeping quiet, only tilting your head when Bo informs his daughter to get her mother.Â
God, is it if it couldnât get any worse. His wife was palpable, her presence exuberating. By the way she talked and walked, you knew she wasnât one to fuck around with. âWhoâs this?â
âMy brother,â Smoke exclaims, stating your name.
You and her give a nod of acknowledgement, but you could very well tell your fingers were trembling. Peaking at the window, you clarify to Smoke youâd be checking up on the truck. He didnât question you on that, youâre glad he didnât, being far from this the next best thing at the moment.Â
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In hindsight, you shouldâve known your initial feelings were a trial. Spending the rest of the day, heading into nightfall, was equally agonizing. Bo and Grace were laughing while decorating the signs youâd be putting up by dusk. He tried getting you to help, offering you of all people to assist with someone mundane. âSeriouslyâ, was all you could think. You didnât say anything, nor make eye contact, other than whistle to some of the workers to help the couple out. Â
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A cigar or two was nice by opening time. You stand perched, overlooking the entire crowd. Stack was happily greeting those entering, offering guests to grab a drink, whereas Smoke was circulating the dance floor, ensuring no funny business would arise. You couldâve taken up either position, but youâd rather keep away from any contact.Â
The height advantage offered temporary comfort, after all, your brain was tracking Boâs movement against your will. You assume he is playing poker in the game room, the curtain concealing any activity. Like you cared, Bo was a wedded man now, settled. Nowhere was he near how he was back in the day; you assume. The same could be said about yourself, but there are just things you donât break, especially not a promise so dearly as your return.Â
You pull your cigar, turning your attention to the stage below upon the sound of a ukulele. The charming strings brought something out within the people, even Grace who you spot treading over to the poker room, pulling Bo from within. The couple dance intrans with each other, perfectly in-sync. It was painful to watch, your eyes betray your intuition. It was how close heâd become, with her that triggered a deep sense of loss within you. You suppress it with the same cigar, the smoke flaring out your nostrils. You spot him occasionally looking up at you, but you pretend to act as but a simple watcher, not a broken mess on the verge of unraveling.Â
The conclusion of said dance, and Smoke makes his return upstairs.Â
âIâll take it from here,â he specifies, lighting a cigar, âGo. Lighten up.â
You hesitate to do so, but you knew there were some downstairs thatâd be happy for you to be with them, rather than cooped up away. You didnât dare argue much further.Â
You lay your feet among the dance floor, excusing yourself past a few drunk folks. The definition of fun would be perking up against a wall and watching yet again. However, that didnât go well when you felt someone grab your arm. Instinctively, the urge to throw them off arised, your gaze locks with Bo.
He sighs your name, and you lightly retract your hand.Â
âBo,â you calmly speak, continuing forward.
âHey, hey,â he follows you, âCan I talk to you?â
âNo, I got my own matters to attend toâ, you say, partly as a jab for Boâs current marriage.Â
Bo tries getting in front of you, but you were fast enough to outpace him, breaking into the restroom; not enough to prevent him from squeezing through the door.Â
You donât bother looking at him, instead you focus on the sink, splashing your face in hopes this was all somehow a terrible dream. Reality sadly wasnât always in alignment with your interest, Boâs reflection in the mirror, his arms crossed, was a brutal reminder of such. âDo you mind?â
âNo, I donât. Can you justâŚlet me explain myself.â
âGo ahead,â you snicker, âExplain to me everythinâ, the day you met her, had your marriage - which congrats by the way. And also when you knocked her up-â.
He rubs his temple, âLook, thatâs not on my mind.â
You hum condescendly, âYeah aight.â You turn, walking slowly, âYou tell me Bo, what could I possibly need you to explain?â
Bo takes a deep breath, grasping for anything in the room to seemingly give him something to ground his defense. You stare, as his eyes read as nothing more than pursuing an excuse, even his uneven arm movement couldnât help him. You scoff, feeling your eyes wallow up.Â
âThanks for nothin.â
His lips came, rather quickly, a last second decision. It was so fast, that even Bo looked taken aback. The two of you gaze at each other, you mainly in shock and slight disgust. But the memory of being so close, and feeling that same spark was almost as indulgent as it gets. It was a little embarrassing, being this vulnerable in front of Bo that you wanted to run while you had the chance. But by all means, you just gave up and let him kiss you again.Â
The burning rage, fueling your skin was simmering down, the longer you made out. Whether it was tongue, or his collective posture; both work to calm you down. No more were you shaking but simply at ease, albeit captivated with what was but now with what is.Â
You moan, into his mouth, hands gripping his pants. âHeyâŚâ
âYou still want mine?â he asks. You were thankful he didnât forget. He unbuckles his pants, only pulling away from your mouth to give you an opportunity to see his size. You licked your lips, still very much the same as you remember. Bo gives you a quick kiss, pushing you back until you're up against the counter.
You mindlessly hike yourself up onto the sink, removing your undergarments'. Bo caress your thighs, a pointed look, lasered on your dick. Already you were leaking, which got him equally excited as he shows his just as hard as you.
You huff leaning back, hitting the mirror, while you stuck yourself out enough to where he could fuck you easily. Uncomfortable as it was, Bo didn't wait, he spit a few times onto your hole, enough that he found sufficient. He licks his lips, asking in his tanged accent, "You still a virgin?â
You muffle, 'yeah', and he slid right in; just as he swore he'd do for you. You squint, teeth gritting, taking in your first dick with much prowess. The foreign feeling, the tingles, and your uncontrollable huffs; all in tandem has you leaking very much so.
Bo was going rather quick, but not aggressively to where it was unbearable. The way he stares at you, slowing occasionally by reading your face, to then resume his passion thrust was making it difficult to hold in your dick's production.
It seems the same for Bo, his mention of how tight you were, might've been why he stalled, while holding you legs wide enough for him to not cum so quickly.
You tried biting it down, yourself, a few minutes of edging close and pulling it back was a task. Bo was ahead of you, grunting loud, he finishes with one last, long thrust. That alone, got you to rub yourself out. Pulling your shirt and vest up, you let the cum fly, getting it all over your torso in thin strings.
The heat between the two of you became stale, but never once did he pull out. Bo reaches over for the rolls, using it to clean up the mess. The release of tension was quite jarring, upon Bo finishing, leaning down to rest on your chest, it made you question the dilemma you were in.
You gave yourself and him sometime to cool off, before the question arise, "This gonna be a one time thing?"
He takes a deep breath with your hands, playing with his hair, "No. I don' believe so."
"So you would fuck me again on your own accord?"
"Yes, but...my wife. Things are complicated."
Right. You take a long breath of your own, unsure of what or how to respond to an unshaken foundation that is his marriage, âBut, I still love you, there was no way we couldâve been even back then. My family, they wanted grandkids and even if somehow you stayed, I donât know how long we wouldâve been together.â
Genuine it seems, nothing alluded to a lie or underlying need to persuade you. Still, you follow up after he lets his words swirl in the air, âCan, you do me a favor? You think we can mend this? Makeup?â
He doesnât respond, likely rationalizing your circumstances. He pulls you up with him; your back aching from the counter. The hug he encompassed you in was more than enough to make you forget your sore spine. Either Way his soothing hands in your hair, gave him leverage to speak for a long pause.
Request: "I would like to see something soft and fluffy for stack maybe male reader and his first I love you or smth like that? KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK POOKIE!!"
Tags: Black!Reader, Fluff, Flirting, Confession
A/N: Thanks for the request. This one's short and sweet! I really had fun with this one, lots of bickering between you two. I've been timing my fics on Sunday, unintentionally, but this week going into the next, is gonna be a wave of Male!Reader fics for Sinners so there's that! Anyways, hope you like this!
âI donâ know what your up too, but I ainâ approve of it if itâs anything bad.â
He sucks his teeth, fixing his posture in the driver seat, âYou know I wouldnâ put you in danger.â
"Ok, so then where we going, huh?", you nudge his arm.
"You'll see."
You jokingly sigh, leaning back into the seat, the air cooler than usual. Stack drove the two of you past a familiar town, heading further south. You raise an eyebrow, glancing back momentarily. Suspicion started to set in, only made worse by Stack trying to conceal his smirk.
You stare at him, long enough to where he finally looks back at you. âSomethinâ is up,â you point.
He grabs your hand before it could fall to your lap, pulling it into his instead.
âNothinâ is up, baby. You just need somethinâ new. Somethinâ thatâll make you shine even more.â
Your brows rose even more, finally getting somewhere, although still vague. But you decide not to press, wanting him to savor whatever scheme was up his sleeve. You almost rest deeper into the seat, but Stack pulls you closer til your knees touch.
He leans his head toward you, eyes still on the road, knowing you well. Promptly his cheek receives a kiss. Another follows as he wanted extra.
âOne more.â
With one long kiss on the cheek, you let yourself relax against his shoulder as the ride continues.
The foliage opens up, and just up ahead was a town you were familiar with from the occasional times you came this far out. Wasnât anything fancy or excessive necessarily. It was somewhat nicer from your local town in Clarkstown though.
Stack drove through casually while you pick up any bad-apples or suspicious folk among the road and street; a bad habit really. Stack turns into an open spot, just between two trucks, putting his vehicle to rest. He lets out a sigh, jumping out, fixing his coat, âAight.â
âYou sure nobody hereâs gonna steal your shit?â
He shakes, âNobody done nothinâ to my shit yet, cause they know who I am. They know my car.â
You nod, âJust give me the call if someone needs shooting. I got your back.â
âTough guy.,â he states, leading the way. âDonâ worry yourself, they know whatâs to come if they fuck with my shitâ.
âIf you say so.â
Stack leads you past a few places, from plant shops to general stores, until suddenly turning toward one painted in black. He holds the door open, a small bell ringing. âNoah.â
Clothes were everywhere, hanging and most folded along multiple shelves stretching across the room. A man, dawning in white and black, pops out from under the counter. He coughs, âStackâŚâ
Stack grips his coatâs collar, âYou have some time? MyâŚfine companion here is looking to buy something new.â
"Ah! Give me a moment, I'll be with y'all."
You glance at Stack, confused but also a bit surprised. âClothes...?"
He leans closer, voice dropping to a whisper, "Trust me, you need it." He pats your chest, walking around as you curiously look yourself over. Your clothes weren'tâŚbad, rather it was standard youâd say. Your attire wasnât making it into any magazine in the delta. As for needing new clothes, you werenât gonna say no to that.
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With the right measurements, you were offered a selection of tailor clothing to try on. The first two weren't half-bad, they were a little too formal for your liking, but Stack insists you get at least something that screams wealth.
You didn't like any, until you button up your third coat, adding the top hat that matches perfectly. Observing yourself in the mirror, you wouldn't lie if it didn't make you feel like you shine, as Stack put it. It was perfectly in the middle of not too casual but not too fancy.
Stepping out, Stack was awaiting you. He pipes up upon seeing you step out, your hands fixing up your dented sleeve.
"Here we go", Stack compliments. You do a slow twirl around, dropping your hat as any gentleman would.
You had yourself a small applause from Stack. "What do you think?"
"What do you think?", he repeats back.
"It works. Would like a different color for the coat though."
"Noah-"
The store owner fetches you up the coat of your choice, and soon the streets of town would bear witness to your new attire. You were helpless to Stack hyping you up for the next hour or so in town, the two of you both spending time roaming around buying additional needs. The small smirk on your face never left, it was difficult to wipe off; how could you when he is building your ego. After a quick street performance, you return to his vehicle, feeling beat from the sun.
âIâll drive,â you comment, putting your wrapped items in the back seat.Â
You drive off, past town, heading back south. Steering out of town was a relief, less people as well as quieter rural roads were calming.Â
Stack remains quiet, aside from you humming and him tapping on beat with the door.
âYou ainâ hot?â
His head shook, âYa get use to it.â
âDonâ know how you do it, Stack.â
He chuckles, biting at his finger. "Wear it often, sweat won' kill ya."
"It's the extra layers is all," you comment while playing with your collar. "Won' be bad indoors at least." He agrees, resuming his casual rhythmic taps. Though the heat was a complaint, you couldn't be more grateful for the gift. You never asked for it, nor was it a necessity, but it was certainly enlightening he gave something such as what you wore consideration.
You glance at him for a moment, "Thank you, by the way, seriously."
Stack was flattered, you could tell. "Of course, just don' cause a crash is all."
You maliciously step on the brakes for a split-second, gasping. Stack grips his hat tightly, for a split second seeing worry crossover his face was amusing. You laugh out loud, at him looking at you like you're crazy. "Sorry." You didn't mean it fully, your grin still remaining.
"Scared the lights outta me".
"Ya heard what I said?"
"Yeah! What you want me to say it formally, you're welcome?"
"No runnin', I'm tryin' be serious. I owe you."
He huffs, "Stop with that."
You laughter settles down, "No think about it, the shack, money, this", you motion to your clothes.
"Look, I love ya, you don't gotta do nothin' you aren' already doin' to make me any happier."
Your eyes left the road, observing him. It could be inferred you were questioning his words, if he was actually being serious.
Stack picks up on this, nodding, âYeah, yeah see I'm being serious now too"
You focus back on the road, feeling your cheeks slightly becoming flushed. You huff, biting your tongue, at a loss for words.Â
âI ainâ lyinâ, you know.â
You nearly stumble over your words, but you find your footing, "When two people careâŚlove each other, they usually give back to one another. So, I think it's fair that I give something to you." Stack doesn't say anything, perhaps he was coming up with another refute, or reading between the lines; so you clear it up. "And yes, I love ya too."
Uncontrollably your gaze darts to his for a second, seeing him nod repeatedly. The two of you go quiet for a moment, with Stack silently commenting how hot it was, ironically so. He offers up his hand for you, which you happily take up, a warm fuzzy sensation riddling your stomach.
âIâd happily take whatever you want for me,â he mentions.
You give a silent hum, with vague ideas springing. Those could wait, for now, you let the feeling silk in. Learning two things, Stack loved you and he doesn't like to be scared; both were duly noted.
Request opened [NOW CLOSED] for Sinners x Male!reader fics. Send me some stuff ya'll want to see cause the male reader tag is killing me and I need some more fine shyt on my page.
