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I got like 2.2k followers but most of those were from my sinners days — so where tf my sinners fans at?? Yall all just stopped liking sinners??
Likeee— I’d love to write for sammie again — AND BO Ughhhhh and stack— don’t get me started on pearlineeee-
Byeee—im rereading the stack shit. That shit was nastyyy.
Fuckkk. Wtfff. Bro wtf. Yall got it bro.
Did you delete all your smoke and stack fics? I’ve been tryna find the multi chaptered smoke one and I can’t💔💔 same with the Bo story
It’s coming bby, dont you worry🩷🤍—I have a post from last month, yes, last month, explaining what i was doing with them. Im almost done. I just gotta lock in.
A House Built on Broken Hallelujahs
This was requested by Requested by moodboardsaesthicfanfics
The juke joint sat tucked behind a stretch of dirt road and cotton fields, its windows glowing like warm honey against the dark. Inside, the air was thick with sweat, whiskey, and music that felt like it came from somewhere older than pain itself.
That was where Pearline first heard Sammie play. She hadn’t meant to stay. Not really.She had come in with bruises hidden under her sleeve and a veil of exhaustion that had nothing to do with the long walk and everything to do with the life she was running from. Her husband was still out there somewhere still calling her name like it belonged to him, still believing she’d come back if he just waited long enough.
But when Sammie played something in Pearline that had been folding in on itself for years finally loosened.
He was a young man not seasoned like her husband. But when his fingers hit the keys and his voice followed, it didn’t sound young. It sounded like survival. Like truth that refused to die quietly and when his eyes found hers across the room, he didn’t look away.He never really did after that.
It started slow, the way dangerous things always did. A shared look. A quiet walk home under a Mississippi sky so wide it made loneliness feel smaller. Then Sammie started waiting for her after sets, wiping sweat from his brow with a towel thrown over his shoulder, asking if she was alright like it mattered more than anything else in the world. Pearline didn’t know when she stopped pretending she didn’t need him. She only knew the night she didn’t go back. The night she stayed.
Leaving her husband wasn’t a moment. It was a war. He came looking for her once, shouting outside the juke joint like his voice could drag her back into place. The women went in the Joint went silent and the men minded their business. That was Clarksdale people watched, but they didn’t always intervene. Until Sammie did.
“She ain't yours,” Sammie said.
That was it. Simple. Final. The man laughed like it was a joke until it wasn’t anymore, until Pearline stood behind Sammie and didn’t flinch when her name was spat out like a curse. Something in her husband’s face changed then. Not regret. Not love. Ownership losing its grip. He left that night but not without promises that sounded like threats. Sammie didn’t sleep for a week after.
That was when it started to show. Pearline sat on the edge of the bed in a small rented room behind the juke joint, hands resting lightly over her stomach like she was afraid to believe it was real.
“I reckon …” she started once, then stopped.
Sammie looked up from tuning his instrument.
“What you mean? He asked softly.
Her voice barely held. "I… I reckon I might be carryin’
The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was full. Full of fear. Full of hope. Full of a future neither of them had ever been allowed to imagine without punishment attached. Sammie crossed the room and when he knelt in front of her, he didn’t speak right away. He just rested his forehead gently against her hands.
He silently said, "Then I’m gon’ make sure you an’ that little one stay safe. Ain’t nothin’ happenin’ to y’all". Like it was the only truth that mattered.
His father did not agree. The church man stern, weathered, built from scripture and disappointment looked at Sammie like he was already lost. “You call this love, boy?” his father asked sharply. “This place? This woman? All this devil music?”
Sammie stood in the doorway of his childhood home, shoulders tight. “It is .”
“It is sin,” his father replied immediately. “An’ you throwin’ your whole life away chasin’ after it.” That word sin followed Sammie all the way back to the juke joint like a shadow that wouldn’t stop talking. Pearline saw it in him before he said anything.
“You ain’t gotta stay,” she told him quietly that night. “I don’t want you losin’ everythin’ on account of me.” Sammie laughed once, but there was no humor in it.
“You reckon I still got a home to lose?
And then, softer "Got me a home already"
It was the twins who helped them first. Everyone in town knew their quick hands, quicker minds, always a way to make something impossible suddenly possible. They found the room. They fixed the roof. They brought what little furniture they could get their hands on without asking questions that didn’t need answering.
Nobody called it charity. It was just survival.
When Sammie carried Pearline across the threshold for the first time, she laughed despite herself.
"Boy, you know I can walk" she said.
“I know,” he replied, adjusting her carefully. “But I like doing things right.”
The room was small. Bare. Beautiful in the way new beginnings always are unfinished but full of promise.
Pearline sat on the bed and watched Sammie stand there like he was still waiting for someone to tell him he didn’t deserve it.
“You’re shaking,” she said.
“I know,” he said again.
Then he finally looked at her properly.
“I don’t know how to be a father,” Sammie admitted. “I don’t know how to be any of this.”
Pearline reached for his hand.
“You’re already staying,” she said. “That’s more than most men ever learn.”
Outside, Clarksdale kept humming.
The juke joint kept singing.
And somewhere between sin and salvation, between fear and faith, Sammie and Pearline built something fragile and defiant and real.
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Bro im bored. Send in req for sinners.
Ditzy!reader has such a praise kïnk like omg girl we get it😭😭
Smoke knows you have that confidence in you, you just need a little reassuring! Sometimes he’ll give you a good pep talk before going into a place, lift your chin up and fix something about your outfit he saw wasn’t right. He’ll say something like “Don’t overwork that pretty mind ‘f yers. Ain’t shit you can’t handle.” Or he’s giving acaress of his hand on your cheek, or giving your thigh a squeeze. And after you say what you need to properly your eyes are immediately looking at Smokes for approval. He doesn’t mind though, give you a little curt but pleased nod that makes you wanna fall on top of him and roll around in his warmth while you giggle.
Or when he’s drilling his meaty length inside your sopping walls, your head pulled to the side with hearts in your eyes. Salvating at the sweat dripping down the side of his face that you want to lick up, you’re mewling out, “Is good ‘Lijah, it’s hck- it’s good?”
He lets out a grumble of curses, damned at how sexy you look all fucked out and needy. Pretty pussy clamping down on him like your aching for his cum, his lips fall to your neck, your chin, leaving sloppy kisses on your lips while he gives you slow sledgehammer into your heat. Crown of his head pressing that special spot you love so much.
“Course it is darlin- fuuuuck me, yer wonderful princess.”
It only makes you moan louder, creaming his length as he holds you close, letting your nails claw down his back as he doesn’t stop railing you, only fucking your through it. Pushing your curls back as he’s got your head inbetween his bicep.
He groans, thrusting his cock into you faster, dirtier, “Shit, you can take this baby, can’t you? You’re my good girl, aintchu? Don’tcha wanna make yer husband cum?”
a/n: Jesus Christ of Nazareth
Hey ! Is there any chance of you posting any sinners fic today?
Planning on posting at least two today or sometime this week!
Ideas that are currently being Drafted for Sinners based on the request post
https://www.tumblr.com/sammyquarius/799971288495144960/hello-i-have-just-finished-all-of-my-current?source=share
Can you write a fic where Pearline and Sammie are expecting a baby? Requested by moodboardsaesthicfanfics
Can you write a fic where both Annie and Mary is pregnant at the same time ! So both Stack and Smoke are experiencing being a father at the same time! Requested by robyntalkss
Can you do a parent trap fic where Stack and Smoke reunite when they are adult ? Like Stack is marry to Mary and have twins girl while Smoke is marry to Annie and have a daughter and son? Stack is an owner for recording companies and Smoke is for clubs? Requested by robinfanfics-recommend
Can you a write an Annie and Smoke fic were they met through Mary at a College Party because Mary and Annie are roommates? Requested by blogforblogss
Could write a Bo and Grace fic that is inspired by 10 things I hate about you ? Requested by robynbrownie3
Can you write a fic where Mary and Stack gave up their daughter for adoption because they were teenagers but because she was turning eighteen she is trying to be free from the adoption agency she has to get their signature she went to go find them. Requested by seleneflorass
Can you write a fic of Mary and Stack based of the scene from the movie where Stack said that if he or Smoke finds out that her husband puts his hands on her or anyone else than they would come up there and killed them all ? I also want Stack and Smoke to realize that Mary wasn't going to be safe at all like a wake up call for them if possible ? Requested by lilypaddyy
I know there is more but these ideas are what i'm currently working on for Sinners. Can't wait to post them. Stay tuned!
