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slasherwife · 1 year
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Slashers reaction when their s/o catches them without mask for the first time? Pls and thank you!
s/o catches their slashers without a mask
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awww yes!! i must give happy endings to all of these 😭🫶
warnings: extra short bc daddy bo doesn’t wear a mask 🥲💗
thomas hewitt:
He feels guilty
He wasn’t careful and now he’s scarred you from letting you see his scarred face. He’s ashamed he couldn’t keep you from himself 😭❤️‍🩹
And in a way it feels invasive. He feels like he’s been seen naked, and he quickly looks away with the feeling of embarrassment and shame fills him💔
He goes to leave, quickly entering the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.
after about a minute of refusing to look at himself in the mirror, he hears gentle breath coming from the other side of the oak wood door.
his better half, asking if he’s okay. that it looked like he saw a ghost, and then laughing. then telling him that you miss him. and that, “by the way, you’re beautiful.”
he starts to cry, smiling, and looks into the mirror at the face that they said was beautiful. 💗💗
jason vorhees:
jason isn’t really self aware like thomas is. he isn’t one to worry about what he looks like anymore 🤗
i mean, he does worry that you won’t find him attractive, but it’s not to the point where he will refuse to ever let you see him with his mask off!
the first time was when he was down by the lake, sitting down washing a trap that had flesh still inside, minding his own💞 he had taken off his mask to breathe freely the lake air.
he had thought you’d been asleep for a long time, inside the cabin. and he had been so threaded in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the door open.
“hi jason” your voice rang out sweetly, slightly caught off guard because his mask was off but nontheless wanting to greet him🫶
he says nothing (obv), but instead of giving you his long soft glance like he usually does, he looks away, and down, almost trying to hide his face as he grows stiff
you grow slightly deflated, but your love for him seems to intensify, and you can’t stop the words before they come out, “you have beautiful eyes.”
jason’s eyes flicker to you, then back to the ground, then pats the ground beside him for you to keep him company 💕💕🥺
michael myers:
this guy is the literally opposite of thomas he does not care at all😭 he is literally so not self aware at all
he likes his mask but sometimes the thing gets real smelly so he has to throw it in dishsoap water yk 🥲
then you come around the corner he’s like “oh hey y/n” literally nothing off about what’s being seen atm 😃😂💞
you TRY to play it cool but at the same time you’re like fangirling over seeing your hot smexy murderer husband without a mask for the first time 💕😇
but at the same time like he probably sleeps without the mask on so i’m assuming y’all sleep separate until now 🥲
if not then you see it so early into the relationship like it’ll be no big deal 😇💕
bo sinclair:
boy doesn’t wear a mask, his face is too hot and sexy to be contained 😍
vincent sinclair:
absolutely horrified. he doesn’t even like being alone without his mask on that much.
has literally considered waxing the actual mask to his face permanently😕❤️‍🩹
he just was repairing it— he got too close to a radiator on accident and needed to repair it. then his baby walked in🥺
hears the door open and IMMEDIATELY flinches away. he knows you caught a glimpse, and he’s terrified, and mortified.
he’s breathing deeply, frozen, stiff, like one of his sculptures. you on the other hand are concerned. 🥹
“darl? is everything okay my love?” you call out softly, so not to startle him💞 he doesn’t answer, and doesn’t move.
“i went looking for some petrol, i knew you wanted some for your art. it’s in the shed.” he noticed that you never called his statues “sculptures” or “wax dolls” like bo always did. you called them “art” 💝💞
“honey you don’t have to hide from me. i will always respect your privacy, i will never ask you to show me your face. but you will never have to hide from me because i love all of you.” 🥹💗
you say this to him and he softens like the wax on his mask. it was within the next few days that he’d rather throw it into the fire than melt it into his skin forever 💞💞
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mx-pastelwriting · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 3: Morning sex
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Bo Sinclair x GN! Reader
Summary: Bo surprising you with his warm touches.
Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Bo being sweet & rough
Kinktober Masterlist
Minors do not interact!
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Warm kisses sprinkle your neck, walking you to the fuzzy morning, opening your eyes to see the dimly lit room. His hands moved up, grabbing and smoothing your skin. Moving in his hands makes him groan. "Don't move," he whispers hoarsely, looking down to see his messed hair.
Squeezing at your leg that rested on his hip as he traveled down, underneath clothing touching you, moans escape as his touch quickens. Feeling as he pulls aside your clothes, then his hard cock teasing away while coating his cock with your wetness.
Cursing and whining as he sinks into you, filling up every inch, taking in all your warmth, making him moan. Rolling your head back, he shushes you. "Stay still," he moans, planting himself deeper, moans curl from your throat before making their way out into the morning air.
Holding back moans, so these brothers wouldn't bother you while his cock buried deep, grabbing onto the sheets, then tilling your neck, letting him back in. Slowly, his rough thrusts picked up, as did his head looking at you falling apart. "Fuck, look at you," he whispers, meeting your eyes before they rolled back.
Kisses met your cheek as he grabbed and drilled himself into you. Not being able to hold back moans, they escaped, though covered up by the bed creaking.
Holding your shoulder down as he nipped at your skin, "Bo," you moan, making his thrust turn sloppy. Pushing you closer to the end, his lips smash into yours, feeling the rumble of his moans against yours.
Feeling your stomach start to swim, causing your nails to drag down his back, pulling you into his arms as he buries deep, filling every inch, and leading you to your high. Bring the fuzzy morning to an end as waves of pleasure go through your bodies.
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Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!
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zapreportsblog · 6 months
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❝forgotten memories❞
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✭ pairing : Lester Sinclair x reader x Bo Sinclair x Vincent Sinclair
✭ fandom : slashers
✭ summary : whiles out hunting Lester comes across a beaten and battered young lady in serious need of medical attention so what does he do? He takes the little lass back to his hometown to get treated by his brothers, but she happens to wake up and at first they expect her to freak out since she’s surrounded by three men but the only thing on her mind is why can’t she remember anything but her name
✭ authors note : art work by @kasiawoe found it on Pinterest also this was requested by @shadowraven-02 you sent this in to @fandomnationwhore a while back and I’m here to fulfill it since I’ve taken over doing some of their top requests :) if at any moment you wish to be untagged, do inform me as I have no problem with it I just thought I’d tag you and let you read what you sent in
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Lester Sinclair had always found solace in the woods. The dense canopy of trees, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the distant calls of woodland creatures were a symphony of tranquility. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the demands of his hectic life and find a sense of peace.
On this crisp autumn morning, with the sun barely peeking over the horizon, Lester set out for a hunting expedition. He carried his rifle with practiced ease, each step taken with a careful consideration of his surroundings. His brothers, Bo and Vincent, would join him later, but for now, he relished the solitude.
As he ventured deeper into the forest, Lester's keen eyes caught sight of something unusual amidst the fallen leaves. There, sprawled on the ground, was an unconscious young woman. Her clothes were torn, and her face was marred by a bleeding wound on her forehead. It was a sight that sent a jolt of concern through Lester.
Kneeling beside her, he carefully examined her condition. She was still breathing, albeit shallowly, which was a relief. Gently, he brushed her hair away from her face, revealing her pale complexion. Concern etched his features as he noticed the deep bruises marring her arms and legs. It was clear that she had been through some kind of ordeal.
Lester's instinct to help kicked in immediately. He knew he couldn't leave her here, injured and alone in the woods. Carefully, he reached into her pocket and found her wallet. Opening it, he discovered her identification. Her name was (Y/N), a medical student still in college.
With determination in his eyes, Lester decided to take action. He scooped her fragile form into his arms, cradling her gently. She was surprisingly light, making it easier for him to carry her. As he began to make his way back to his pickup truck, he couldn't help but wonder how she had ended up in such a dire situation.
The journey back to his home felt like an eternity, the forest passing by in a blur of green and brown. Lester's mind raced with questions, but his primary focus was ensuring (Y/N)'s safety. He knew his brothers would be just as concerned as he was when they saw her.
When he finally reached the old, rustic house that he shared with Bo and Vincent, Lester carefully carried (Y/N) inside. The warmth of the living room enveloped them, a stark contrast to the cool autumn air outside. With great care, he laid her down on the couch, his worry deepening as he took a closer look at her injuries.
Bo had been planning to join Lester for the hunting trip, but he arrived later than expected. He pushed open the creaky front door of their rustic home, a cheerful greeting on his lips. "Lester, you out here, buddy?" he called, stepping into the warm and cozy living room.
His voice trailed off when he laid eyes on the unexpected scene before him. His gaze fixed on the unconscious girl lying on the couch, her disheveled appearance a stark contrast to the familiar surroundings.
"Who the hell is she?" Bo blurted out, his voice tinged with some kind of emotion though Lester wasn’t sure what.
Lester turned toward his brother, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and confusion. "I found her out back in the woods," he explained, "She was unconscious, and there are bruises on her, and she had this nasty wound on her forehead."
Just as their argument started to brew, the connection between the twins kicked in. Vincent, who had been working away in the basement workshop, felt Bo's growing frustration through their twin link. He abandoned his tools and made his way upstairs, his face a mask of concern. He signed, asking if everything was alright.
Bo's agitation was clear in his voice as he responded to Vincent's silent inquiry. "No, Lester here is putting us all in danger."
Lester frowned at Bo's accusation. "How am I putting us in danger?" he retorted, his voice rising in frustration.
Their argument continued, voices escalating, as neither brother noticed the subtle movement on the couch. (Y/N) began to stir, her eyelids fluttering open. She blinked in confusion, disoriented by her surroundings and the voices she heard. Her vision was blurry at first, but gradually, the room came into focus.
Vincent, who had been watching the argument unfold, suddenly noticed her awakening. He took a step back, positioning himself between Bo and the girl, his curiosity piqued. He wanted to observe her reaction before drawing attention to her presence.
As (Y/N) began to regain consciousness, she felt a dull ache in her head, which sent a wince across her features. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the room, and as she sat up, she couldn't help but notice the three men now staring at her. Their expressions ranged from concern to curiosity, and she blinked owlishly at them, her confusion evident.
"Where am I?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky.
Lester, the one who had found her, stepped closer and replied, "You're in my home. We found you in the woods unconscious, and you had some injuries, so we brought you here."
(Y/N) furrowed her brow, trying to piece together the events leading to this moment. "How did I get here?" she wondered aloud.
Bo, ever the standoffish one, folded his arms and said, "That's exactly what I'd like to know too."
Vincent, who had been observing silently, stepped forward and signed a question, his hands gracefully moving through the air. However, (Y/N) was caught off guard by the unfamiliar gesture and simply responded with a confused "Huh?"
Lester quickly intervened, introducing his brother. "That's Vincent," he explained, "He was just asking if you're okay."
Still somewhat disoriented, (Y/N) nodded uncertainly. "I think so?" She winced again, a hand gingerly touching the bandage on her forehead. It was clear she had many questions, but her priority was trying to make sense of the situation and her surroundings.
“So how did you get out there.” Lester asks, he watches her brows clench and that’s when his concern deepened as he watched (Y/N) struggle to recall her recent past. He leaned closer and gently asked, "I mean do you remember how you ended up out here in the woods? You're pretty far from town."
(Y/N) closed her eyes, trying to summon any memories that could explain her current situation. However, her efforts were in vain, and her frustration grew as she shook her head, her voice trembling as she admitted, "No, I don't remember."
Bo, always quick with a sarcastic remark, couldn't resist but quip, "Does she even know anything?"
(Y/N), taking Bo's question more seriously than intended, felt panic start to creep in. She tried to think back to her life, her home, her studies, but everything seemed to be shrouded in darkness, leaving only her name as a lone beacon of familiarity. Tears welled up in her eyes as the realization sank in that she couldn't recall anything else.
Vincent, noticing (Y/N)'s distress, reacted impulsively. He smacked Bo on the arm and then swiftly signed at him, "Look, you made her cry."
Bo's temper flared. "I ain't do a goddamn thing to that girl!" he retorted, defensive.
Lester, always the voice of reason among the brothers, interjected firmly, "Enough, you two! We need to help her, not argue." He moved closer to (Y/N) and spoke in a soothing tone. "Hey, it's okay. We'll figure this out together. Take a deep breath."
He reached out to offer her a comforting hand on her shoulder, hoping to ease her panic and bring some clarity to the situation.
Lester gently held (Y/N) in his arms, offering her a comforting embrace as she cried out her fear and confusion. His heart went out to her as he whispered soothing words. "It's okay, (Y/N), you're safe here. Everything's going to be alright. This is just a hiccup in the road. You'll remember, I'm sure of it."
She clung to his words, her sobs gradually subsiding. In his arms, she found a flicker of solace amidst the storm of her lost memories and newfound uncertainty.
Meanwhile, Bo's frustration had not subsided. He was growing increasingly impatient and wary of the stranger in their midst. He couldn't shake the feeling that (Y/N) was a threat, not just to Ambrose, but to all of them.
In the quiet of the kitchen, Bo took Lester and Vincent aside, his tone hushed but determined. "We need to get rid of her," he declared, his voice filled with urgency.
Lester frowned deeply, appalled by his brother's suggestion. "Bo, we can't just... get rid of her. She's clearly in trouble, and we need to help her."
Bo's eyes narrowed, his frustration boiling over. "She's a danger to Ambrose, and she's a danger to us all. We don't know who she is or what happened to her. We can't trust her."
Vincent, ever the voice of empathy and caution, hesitated. He signed his thoughts, "We need to be careful, but killing her? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”
Bo was unwavering. "Think about it, Lester. We have no idea who she is or what she's involved in. We can't risk our safety, or Ambrose's."
Lester shook his head firmly. "No, Bo. I won't do it. We'll help her, keep her safe until she remembers. We can't resort to violence."
The tension in the kitchen grew palpable, as the three brothers faced a difficult decision that would shape their future and the fate of the mysterious (Y/N).
Bo's frustration reached its peak, and he reluctantly conceded. "Fine," he grumbled, his jaw clenched. "But she's your responsibility, Lester."
With those words, Bo turned on his heel and stormed out of the kitchen, the door slamming shut behind him. Vincent, sensing his twin's anger and knowing that arguing further would only escalate the situation, hurriedly followed, hoping to calm Bo down and find some common ground.
Lester was left alone in the kitchen, his thoughts swirling as he watched his brothers leave. He knew that taking care of (Y/N) was a responsibility he was willing to shoulder, even if it meant facing uncertainty and danger. She needed their help, and he was determined to be there for her, no matter what challenges lay ahead.
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darling-i-read-it · 9 months
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Concussion
Bo Sinclair x fem!reader
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: the reader is in on the whole killing people thing and she helps them, the reader is caught in a fight, the whole plot is kinda based around bo and the reader going to see potential people to kill rip 
Author’s Note: HELLO BELLA QUEEN I hope you enjoy this, it is unedited and I wrote it all while watching the movie. So there are fo sure some grammatical errors <3 I took our conversation and ran with it fr 
Requested: by @blonde-bombshell-wannabe, MAYA !! (This is Bella on a diff acc) may I request for my babygirl Bo Sinclair! thank you ily queen 
Summary: The reader lives in Ambrose with the brothers. She goes with Bo one night to scare off some campers/frighten them towards Ambrose and she gets hurt. 
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator
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The town of Ambrose was dead. The lonely streets were desolate and smelled of pine trees. The windows, even when they robotically moved, were vacant of any kind of life. The wax museum at the top of the hill was filled with lifeless eyes but they were the closest you had to any kind of human interaction. 
Outside of the Sinclair's. The Sinclair's had enough life in them to fill up the entire town, to drown it with their actions and etch their own marking onto the world. The rest of the continent may be filled with towns that created economy’s but not Ambrose. Ambrose was a secret in itself. It made living there all the more entertaining. There was always something to discover, always something to unearth. 
Bo liked to pretend the whole place was condensed down to the gas station and its immediate surroundings. He was standing behind the counter, finicking with a bolt and screwdriver. He had the wrench between his teeth as he looked down at it, eyebrows knitted in frustration and determination. 
“You see those guys down the road? Twenty miles up south?” Bo looked up to meet the eyes of his brother Lester. Following close behind him was you, causing the door to jingle above your head. Bo took the wrench out of his mouth and shook his head. 
“No I haven’t been out,” he grumbled. “Why? You guys been goin that far?” His southern drawl dipped into a bit of jealousy. 
“Not like that. Just perusing,” Lester explained. “They got a campsite. Like them kids from last summer, the ones trying to go to the football game?” Bo nodded. He remembered. Nearly gave him a run for his money too. Soon after that you came along, running away from life and looking for a new place to set down roots. You stumbled into a town that wasn’t even on the map, knocking on hotels that didn’t have any living owners. Bo found you there, showed you around, decided not to kill you. 
It took you a moment to get used to the way the brothers did things but you had never felt like you belonged somewhere more. 
“Never made it to the football game,” Lester laughed. You scoffed and walked up to the counter Bo was standing behind. You hoisted yourself up. 
“Only one car. We couldn’t make out how many people there was but they didn't even notice that we were there,” you explained. Bo nodded once, looking forward. He met your eyes and you shrugged, gently letting him know that you thought it was safe. He hummed under his breath for a second and then cleared his throat. 
“Sounds interesting. We’ll keep an eye on it.”
“We haven’t done anything in weeks Bo. It’s been a drought out here,” you complained. He kept his eyes on you, looking up through his lashes. He was daring you to push it. You wanted to. Lester let out a dramatic sigh. 
“She knows where it is. Just past the dump site.”
“Yeah yeah.” Bo gave him a nod as a ‘thank you’. Lester raised his hands in a small defensive plea and walked back out the gas station. The bell rang above his head to indicate his departure. Even though there were only four of you in the town it always felt like you all took up so much space. You were used to just being by yourself, walking by yourself, driving by yourself. Vincent had made sure you had defense against anyone that you could run into. You could defend yourself. 
Lester leaving left a large space. 
“Don’t be antsy,” he mumbled. He had gone back to whatever he was working on at the desk. You turned around, craning your neck to watch him. His fingers were dirty with grease, his fingernails permanently black. 
“I’m not being antsy.” 
“You are. I can feel it,” he muttered. He glanced up at you, annoyed, and then backed down. You rolled your eyes and reached forward into his shirt pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes. 
“You’re tense. Have a smoke,” you joked. He scoffed but you got a smile out of him. You nimbly pulled out one from the pack. He was low. He kept a drawer of them by his bedside until someone made it far out enough to buy more. They were a variety of brands. He had never been picky. 
You offered it to him. He took it, continuing his mock annoyance, and put it between his teeth. 
“You gonna light it too sweetheart?” he questioned, muffled by the cigarette. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the lighter sitting on the desk. You tried it twice and it finally lit. He moved forward to the flame and the end of it smoked. 
“Think on it. I think they’ll be gone by tomorrow though so don’t think too long,” you said. He nodded, putting the smoke between his fingers. You pushed yourself off the desk and walked forward to the door. “I can go without you.” 
He gave you a warning look. 
“What, flash some lights intimidatingly? That’s not a very hard job Bo.” 
“Watch it.” You backed off. You opened the door and stepped out. 
“Yes sir.” 
The bell dinged as you left. 
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You twirled your car keys on your finger. The sky had just turned into a cloudy overcast as you walked out of the House of Wax. You liked to watch Vince sculpt and he let you sit there, drinking a soda, leaned back in a comfy chair. You walked down the hill towards the church when Bo appeared, wearing his jumpsuit. He tilted his baseball hat down as a hello. 
“What’re you doin up here?”
“Hanging with Vince. What are you doin up here?” 
“Lookin for you,” he explained. “Suns going down. Don’t exactly wanna go with Lester out to that campsite.” Your eyes went wide in excitement. You really thought you were gonna have to go by yourself tonight and that was sure to create an argument in the morning. You were pleased that he had changed his mind or at least, gotten more used to the idea of you tagging along. 
You smiled but other than that, didn’t mention it. 
“We taking my car or yours?” 
“Which one of mine?” You rolled your eyes and followed in stride with him down the hill.
“You say they’re yours as though you didn’t steal them.” “They dropped the car keys on the ground,” he suggested. He gestured to the ground. “Middle of the road. Abandoned.” He shook his head as he walked up to one of his trucks. He had finally gotten around to fixing the front headlight of it and could drive it out again. Not that he was against breaking the rules, he just didn’t like driving a car that wasn’t up to code. Old life habits you imagined. 
You got into the passenger seat. 
“You got a knife?” You gave your combat boots a slap. 
“Always.” 
“Serrated?” 
“Whatever Lester gave me,” you said. “He tried to tell me which one was better but I tuned him out.” 
“It’s good he has hobbies.” He turned on the car and it grumbled beneath you. It sputtered and then came to life. Bo turned the gear forward and then started to drive down the road until it hit the dirt. You watched out of the window as the sun started to fall. You were due a twenty minute drive, more or less, and by the time you arrived at the campsite it would be completely gone.
The trees passed you by in a blur. Ambrose was so far out from everything that you barely could recognize the difference between south and north. If it weren’t all you now knew, you’d never be able to find yourself. 
“You fix that dodge?” you asked, leaning your head against the cool window. 
“Just about. Have to get a couple things from the city,” he admitted. 
“Well it’s a good thing we aren’t paying rent,” you joked. He gave you a half smile, for your benefit. 
“How was Vincent?” he questioned, almost begrudgingly. You shrugged. 
‘He’s good. Working on a new figure.”
“Always,” he muttered. 
“It keeps him sane. We all have our vices.”
“Yeah, what’s yours?” 
“You,” you said, smugly. He glanced over at you, taking his eyes clean off the road. “How about you Bo? What’s your vice?”
“Cars and beer.” 
“Oh a typical southern man.” You pointed up the road. “Take a right up here.” The trees were now casting a dark shadow over the road. The sun was almost completely gone. “Are you armed?” 
“Yeah,” he said. He reached into the glove box in front of you without a warning. You moved your knees, making an annoyed groan that had no heart in it. 
“What’re you looking for?”
“Knife.” You rolled your eyes. 
“Let me help.” 
“No.” He moved his hands over your knees. You were wearing shorts, courtesy of the heat. Though you weren’t sure how long it would last. Had you thought longer, you would have changed before night fell. But that required doing laundry and you wanted to avoid that as much as you could. Your bare knees brushed against his hand. Still greased, rough from the constant manhandling. 
“Bo.” 
“Here.” He grabbed the hilt of a covered knife. “Better for slashing tires than yours.” 
“You don’t even know what Lester got me.” 
“I know this one is better.” 
You drove in comfortable silence for a while more. The music played quietly, some trashy dad rock. He turned it down as you approached, listening for your directions. Finally you came to a rocky stop. He left the lights on. You could hear laughter from your window that was cracked open. The faint crackling of a fire. Fun was being had in front of you. 
“This is my favorite part,” you whispered. Bo turned on the high beams and the laughter came to a slow stuttering stop. You sat up to see their faces. Two girls and two boys. Double dates. Camping trip gone wrong. You could imagine the headlines. 
“Hey! Can you turn off your lights? You’re blinding us!” a voice called, a males. You sat up straighter to see but Bo put his hand in front of you. He gave you a warning look and you stopped moving. You settled into your seat. 
“Hey man!” 
There were more cries of protest. You watched Bo, watched as his face stayed steady. Calm. Focused. 
Then he backed away. He pulled out of the dirt road and back down the street to wait for them to fall into deep sleep. They never followed the truck. You thought about that everytime you sat in it, wondering why they didn’t just walk down the road to see it sitting there in wait. Moments like those made you feel better about what eventually happened to them. Silly humans, making silly decisions. 
Bo parked in the shrouded part of the streets. 
“We really should put some blankets in the bed of the truck,” you suggested. You had taken off your seatbelt and put your feet up on the chair. You should’ve brought a book or something. “We sit here forever. We could take a nap.”
“Bring an alarm clock?”
“Yeah. Now you’re getting it.” He rolled his eyes. He had put his hat over his head to take a nap but you weren’t letting him. He had finally just put it back to its rightful position and continued the conversation. 
“You know what else we could do in the bed?” You rolled your eyes. 
“Alright alright.” You sat up. “How long is this gonna take?” 
“This is why you never come.”
“Because I get bored of sitting here without a blanket, a book or a movie.”
“Stop being childish,” he mumbled. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it easily, blowing the smoke out the window. He started the car. 
“Time?” 
He didn’t answer but he drove out of the spot, indicating that it was in fact, time. 
-
He let you lead. He didn’t usually like to. He wanted to be in control with his smug shit eating grin as you watched him walk around. The adrenaline would kick in when he got back into the car with you and the urge to kiss you was never higher. 
Today he let you do it. He let you do the count, walk around the campsite like a grim reaper with all the cards in her hand. He watched, leaning against the car, as you stalked. 
Bo was clear in his expectations. Check quickly for weapons and then make sure there was no one hiding in the tents when you had driven by earlier. He would grab the part of the car needed to get them to stay.
Your footsteps were light on the dewy grass. The only indication you were there was the moon, highlighting your outline. 
You could feel Bo’s eyes on you as you approached the first of two tents. It had a sheer roof. You could hear the even breathing of two sleeping people. One man, one girl. You were right on the dot, as you had been earlier. 
You walked to the other tent. You wondered briefly what all the fuss was about as you saw the next one also had a sheer top. You glanced at Bo’s outline. The only real indication he was there was the red cigarette butt between his fingers. 
When you looked back at the tent you came face to face with an unfamiliar man. 
You gasped.
It was the loudest thing in the night as you saw a face you had never seen before, tall, broad, scary. You had thought Bo was scary when you first met him but he was nothing compared to this man now. 
He wasted no time and no questions. He threw a punch. 
You hadn’t been prepared for the confrontation and you had no time to retaliate. There was no knife in your hand when there should have been. 
You stumbled back. There was a momentary blindness as you reached forward, throwing a punch that didn’t have a location. You grabbed your nose, which was already bleeding. The man had moved forward for more but you could see something had stopped in. 
A fight in the dead of night was so confusing. It was dangerous and it was blinding. Your eyes weren’t caught up to the movement of the darkness. You were always going to be a step behind fast movement. 
“Come on.” It was Bo’s voice, his hand grabbing your arm and dragging you away. You cursed, hand still over your face. You hit the truck and he let you go to get in your passenger seat. Bo pulled away, tires grumbling under the rock road. He drove quickly out of the scene. For once you were glad they didn’t think to follow. 
“They didn’t see your face. It was too dark.” 
You passed a street light. There was blood all over your hands. 
Darkness. 
“I’m sorry I didn’t hear…” Another street light. Dimmer one this time, like it was about to go out. You saw the blood on Bo’s knuckles as they gripped the steering wheel. 
Bo pulled over when he thought it was safe enough. He didn’t tell you that but you could tell that he had been itching to pull over for miles. He turned on the overhead light and got out of the car. You stayed put as he walked around the front, opening up the passenger door. 
“What’s hurtin?” he questioned lowly. He removed your hand forcefully. The blood trickled down your fingers and onto your lips. 
“My nose,” you whispered. He shook his head, reopening the dashboard. He had napkins shoved in there. 
“Don’t move.” He gently put his hand over your nose. “It’s gonna bruise. It ain’t broken.” You nodded slowly. You felt the natural tears well up in your eyes from the pain and the adrenaline wearing off. You pushed them aside, from fear of being weak in front of Bo. “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “That’s why you aren’t allowed to come along.”
“I can fight them when they’re in Ambrose,” you argued. “I thought they were all asleep. I saw two of them knocked o-”
“Not asleep enough. We should’ve waited, if you hadn’t been fuckin pestering me then we-”
“Don’t blame this on me! I was the one who got punched!”
“And I was the one who had to save your ass!” He backed up, shaking his head. He looked younger in the dim lighting of the dome bulbs. “I’m takin you back.” Before you could protest he walked to the other side of the car. 
“Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna go kill the fucker.” 
“Bo-”
“It’s gonna happen eventually, I’m gonna make it sooner. Ain’t no one allowed to hit you and get away with that.” You were still holding the napkins to your nose. 
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not.” His voice was harsh. You would think he was angry at you if his words weren’t so genuine. “Don’t fuckin lie to me.” 
“I’m not lying.” 
“Sweetheart c’mon.” He glanced at you. He took a turn sharply. You were going way faster now than you had been on the way over. You guessed it would only take another five minutes to get back to town. “I’ll leave you with Vincent and you stay there alright?” 
You nodded. You didn’t wanna argue. 
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Bo came back when dawn came. You were in between consciousness, still feeling the effects of your eventual concussion. You heard him come into the house. The screen door was loose and made noise when it shut. You sat up, hair strayed from tossing and turning. 
You could hear Bo take off his boots. As he walked his steps became more labored. You met his eyes as he entered your bedroom. You waited. 
“He’s dead.” 
“I’m sorry.” He shook his head. 
“You okay?” You nodded. He sat down beside you, swinging his knee up so he could get closer. He put his hand on your cheek, brushing your nose with his thumb as he examined your face. “Bruised.” 
“You said that last night.”
“I wasn’t sure. I’m sure now.” You nodded. He kept his hand on your cheek, making sure there was no other damage. 
“Thanks Bo,” you whispered. He nodded. 
“Don’t fuckin do that again ‘lright?” You nodded back. 
“Scouts honor.” He smiled smugly. He was loopy and tired. He could fall asleep sitting up. He took off his hat, removing his hand from your face. He ran his fingers through your hair. “Sleep,” you whispered. 
“Here?”
“Why not? You saved my life tonight Bo.” 
“You think I deserve a kiss for that?” The smug smile returned. You rolled your eyes and sat forward, putting your hand on his shoulder. 
“I think I could arrange that.” 
He turned his head and kissed you. The morning light seeped through the light curtains of your window. The sunrise promised a new day. You just wanted to go back to sleep. You cupped his cheek, leaning into his lips. You had always known Bo would be a good kisser but feeling it in action was a different story. You pulled away for air and put your forehead against his. 
“Sleep. I think I’m concussed.” He scoffed, giving you a low chuckle.
“Alright sweetheart, scoot over.” 
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RATHER BE THE HUNTER THAN THE PREY
Well aware that you are about to succumb to your demise, you beg for one final wish from Bo—that he doesn’t let you die a virgin—and he is almost too happy to oblige.
RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+) PAIRING — bo sinclair x gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — drabble, smut WORD COUNT — 2.6k WARNINGS — mature content, kidnapping, intense situations, use of restraints (chains), use of a weapon (knife), possessiveness, petnames used (baby, darlin, babydoll), dark! bo content btw  SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, dub-con (consensual), virgin! reader, mild praise kink, finger-fucking, dry-humping, dacryphilia, creampie, no use of protection, size kink (bo is biggg), drooling, loads of dirty talking because…it's bo and he seems talkative & loud to me! RELEASE DATE — JAN 3RD, 2023
AUTHOR’S NOTE — had a dream about this and immediately had to write it out. kinda got lost in this lmao. also i’m new at writing for slashers & dark toned fics in general, so please go easy on me! not edited <3
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NAVIGATION | SLASHERS MLIST & RECS
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The hefty clunk of the metal restraint is what pulled you from the lulled-over state, fading images of the inside interior of the man's gas station replaying in your mind until it all began to make sense again. His southern accent, that charming smile, and his sudden display of attraction led to you being hit over the head—Bo had you right where he wanted you.
His calloused fingers ran through your hair, pressing into your scalp to feel the heat radiating from your tense state of being. That Cheshire grin on his lips, it was beyond intriguing, but not as much as the surrounding space. Pictures of gruesome scenes displayed on his wall, multiple women having been tortured and played with according to the evidence he had purposely placed within eye level of the chair you were contained to.
"Like my work?" He spoke so confidently, as if his set of morals only made sense to his brain—and your opinion wasn't necessary in response to his question. "Not as good as my brother’s, I'll give it that."
His head tilted as he spoke, the hat clinging to his brown locks slipping slightly from the amount of sweat that had collected on his forehead. The action of pulling you along through the pathways of the small, abandoned town showed clearly by his physical state. The smallest bit of sweat showed, stained under his arms as he lifted his hand to fix his hat.
By the duress on your form, marks of his fingernails digging into your skin as he dragged you along, he seemed almost tired by the way he stepped closer to you in a slow motion pace—but he wasn't finished with you yet.
"But my work is much more fun." His smile widened to show you his teeth, straight and lightly stained, a darkness in his eyes that sent a chill down your spine.
It wasn't the restraints on your limbs—wrists and ankles held against the cold metal chair with you on full display for him—that made you lightheaded, but what was to come.
You had put together long ago that something was different about the small town, off and wrong. But the bite of your tongue helped you keep your cool, only until now had you kept in mind just what type of people you were dealing with in the confined space. You knew it from the moment something had gone wrong with your car that stopping in the middle of nowhere, town or not, was dangerous—and even more-so when those inhabiting the place appear extroverted considering their living conditions are plagued by few tenants.
You couldn't complete a full word, let alone a sentence. The way you shook, rattling the metal chair as if an earthquake was occuring, it only fed Bo's desires.
Had he not been the second face you had seen in the town, collected and calm with a lingering smile that made you feel safe for a moment's beat, you wouldn't be here now.
The blade of the knife attaching to your throat instantly stilled your movements, shallow breathing finally giving your ears a chance to hone in on his words.
"Now, now—there…" The way Bo spoke made it seem like he had dealt with a hundred shivering and whimpering people in his life and this was nothing new. "Can't have you witherin’ away on me so soon, darlin', hmm?"
The blade was dulled, making it that much more devious as he plucked at your skin cells in a threatening way. His voice could only coax so much of your nervous responses, hot tears slipping down your cheeks and falling onto the scars along his wrists as he hissed. "Cryin’ like a little bitch won't help either, now will it?"
For once, the man was awaiting a response. Your quieted state gave him the power to make you answer him, your hands tightening around the metal restraints in tandem with your head shaking slowly.
"Good." His voice was just above a whisper. "Good…"
His blue eyes seemed to turn darker by the second. His prowling state looming over you, legs helping him wander around to the front of the chair so he could stare at you face to face—it made your limbs return to their shaking to see the blade pulled from your skin and now in his distant hand.
"You're good at this." From his gently spoken words, it seemed like the words playing in his head were accidentally being said aloud. His racing thoughts, feral glare, and clutching fingers around the knife gave him the appearance of a predator looking at its prey. "Very, very good at this, baby."
Your mind raced along with his, attempting to remind yourself that he seems used to this. Used to your smaller state, used to the gritty appearance of your own blood and sweat soaking into your skin, and even more used to your trembling limbs soon falling into the hold of his rough hands once the knife was placed on a small table next to the chair.
He was effervescent, watching you stuck in the same chair he had seen dozens in before. His head bobbed, tongue leaving his mouth to lick his drying lips as his eyes caught sight of the way your clothing hugged your frame. You watched the corners of his mouth rise, blinking in your direction before meeting your gaze.
"Got a little dirty from the chase, didn't you?"
Your quick nod made him cackle under his breath, almost a hiss and a sign mixed together—mild attentiveness in the way you respond to him so quickly since showing you what he could do with the knife. He was being entertained, but his patience was getting cut shorter by the minute.
Once his hands had found your shirt, you knew what was to come. The use of someone, toying and prodding at them—Bo claimed a devilish smile at your wide gaze, knowing well that you knew what was occuring.
"Don't worry, babydoll—" You wanted to whimper, to show some sign to him of your innocence, but he already had his plan playing out in his mind. "—I'm a real good fuck."
"B-Bo—" His name leaving your mouth made him bite down on his bottom lip, face moving in closer to listen to your words carefully.
He couldn't help the way his brows raised, interest partaking his mind in a split second. The man seemed caught off guard, the sudden use of his name—only said to you once while greeting—was new to him. Especially considering that you had remembered it, he almost could hold back his smile.
"Yes?" The tone in his voice raised, gesturing for you to carry on with your sentence. Whatever you were to ask, it would certainly bring him joy.
"I-I—" But as your words returned to a stutter, his brows furrowed in annoyance.
"I-I-I—" He was mocking you, his high-pitched tone almost annoying to even yourself. The man loved games, playing you like he'd get a prize at the end—but now you were simply postponing his own release.
He grabbed at your wrists, pulling at them so violently that the restraints threatened to cut at your skin worse than the knife would have done. The man had officially lost his patience, tugging at the metal chair until the locks once confining you to the seat opened and your body was pulled upwards into his hold.
"What do you want? Huh?" His voice was loud, guttural and that of someone who had no compassion. "Cause you're wasting my damn time!"
The heat of your body against his drove him even harder to not break then and there, your frame cradled into him and fitting perfectly. His chin had to lower towards his chest just so your eyes could be leveled, the arm wrapped around your waist tight and his hand on your wrist even tighter.
"If you don't speak up, you'll never speak again!" He spoke through gritted teeth, eyes shining in the dim lights of the room below the station. Although his voice's tone had simmered down to above a whisper, you knew you were running out of chances.
"P-Please…"
His eyes squinting in annoyance was nothing but harsh, almost just as mean as his shaking head was at your words.
"I know I am gonna die."
Finally, you have caught on. It was those few words that made his face release, the smile slowly returning to his lips.
"I don't wanna die a v-virgin. Bo, please—"
"A virgin?" That whispery voice he had, like he couldn't believe the words coming from your mouth. "A virgin."
"Bo—"
"You want me?" His tone had turned dark once more, his step against your frame making his thigh connect with your lower half. The hiss of your tongue made him blink slowly, the cogs in his brain turning faster and faster with ideas of what to do with you.
"You had never been touched? Not before my hands…" The man seemed to fall deeper and deeper into his desires, his racing thoughts now in his frontal cortex and beginning to consume him. As you shook and shivered, you felt the heat of his tongue sliding across your lips—the scent of his breath now in your nostrils as he licked at your mouth. "My tongue…"
He was fading from reality, falling into a dominant state that urged him—and made his jeans tighten more as he thought and poked at you. It wasn't until you blinked, felt the warmth of his face leave your own that you could take in the pleasurable instance before you. His hand had taken your own, slowly moving down towards his thick pair of jeans, and falling along the shape of his hardening cock restrained by the pants he wore.
"Feel that?" Bo, always wrapped up in his own pleasure and need for release, was finally coming to terms with the fact that he had someone innocent and fresh to the world of sexual actions in front of him. "That's how hard you've made me."
"Bo—" You saw the way the lines in his forehead became more prominent when you said his name, and even caught sight of his cock throbbing against his jeans a second after.
"Keep sayin' my name so pretty, and I just might fuck the daylights out of you, darlin." He beamed with every word, his own hands beginning to trail around your frame.
He felt the clothes on your body, raising the bottom of your shirt to feel at your skin. The hiss that left him when he came into contact with your chest, felt at your hardening nipples—it all made him move in closer to you for friction. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted to feel something deep within you.
"Well—" The button of your pants was undone, his own popping open by a quick flick of his thumbs. As more and more skin of the two of you was exposed, the man seemed to need to suck in more air into his lungs. "Since you asked so nicely."
It only took a beat for him to have you spun around, back flesh against his front and your ass rubbing against his length soon pulled from the hold of his clothing. You could feel every bit of him, inch by inch. And as your mouth watered, it was just as quickly pooling from the corners of your mouth as he ripped at your underwear to run his fingers through the wetness created by your own curious pleasure.
He lifted his fingers away from your torn clothing, raising them towards your face to show you the slick wetness strung between his digits. "And this is what I've done to you…"
With every grin Bo gave you, you felt the pulse of his length against you. The moment you saw him smiling in your peripheral was the same time you felt his fingers returning to your wetness, digits slowly slipping into you and creating squelching noises from his rough pace. You could feel the callouses from his work, feel the coolness of his fingers turn hot as he fucked you with them, and even hear his deep panting in your ear as he ground himself against you.
Your head was spinning with pleasure, the breath knocked out of you from the sudden loss of his fingers. It was only for a second that you could see behind you, watch as his wet fingers wrapped around his own length and coated himself with your wetness, but the image alone had you bucking your hips against nothing for a sooner release.
"Look at you. Like a dog in heat…aren't you?" Your nodding made his sentence fade out, the smile once on his face lowering as he pulled at your hips with a harsh grip. "Do you want my cock that badly?"
Now his voice had turned back into a whisper. You couldn't even nod fast enough, the tip of his cock at your entrance taking the breath you needed to moan as he entered you. Deeper and deeper, it almost seemed as though he wouldn't fit.
"Fuck…" He winced at your tightness, panted at the sight of himself slipping out and back in slowly, and laughed a deep chuckle at the sight of light splatters of blood covering his cock from your virgin body taking him first. "Fuck!"
You couldn't speak, garbled sounds of moans, groans, and whines coming from you. Your sounds were nearly covered up by his loud groans, his thick cock railing into your body making your limbs run sore. Just as you fell forward, arms catching yourself on the metal chair that once held you down, you felt the pulsing of your walls working their magic on the man who had never felt the insides of a virgin.
Bo, the calm and collected man you had known for a short period of time, was losing himself with his cock inside of you. His pants were frantic, moans and groans colliding in his throat and making him create animalistic sounds.
"You—You're, ahh—fucking so good. So—So good for me." The man was a mess, his mind so clouded with pleasure and white that he nearly missed your walls clenching on him, an orgasm arising from you. It was the first orgasm caused by someone beside yourself, and you were a mewling mess along with him.
"Bo—Bo I—"
"Come on my cock." He had finally found his stance, his heavy boots planted on the old floor as he brutally thrusted his hips until the pace of his lower half turned frantic. Racing for his own release, the man was using your limp body like a pocket-pussy, not even the least bit concerned about the red marks turning into bruises along your skin from his rough hold.
"You're mine—m-mine…" The man had officially lost himself within you, the thick ropes of his cum painting your insides making you let out deep breathes and suck in even larger ones to combat his form falling against you on the metal.
As he last few drops of his cum spurted into you, he pulled his length from your walls—wincing at the feeling of the cold air against his hot skin as he pulled his jeans back up his legs and stretched.
Your body, tired and used to completion, finally had its fill. Your blinking eyes couldn't help the small tears still falling down your cheeks, Bo catching the droplets on the pads of his fingers as he pulled you backwards into him.
"Don't cry—" He spoke in a hushed voice, praising you for taking him so well. "You did so well for me. You got just what you wished for, right? Shush—shush your cries babydoll."
Even with the warmth of his hug from behind, it couldn't divert your gaze from the floor—your eyes set upon the metal drains along the tiled flooring. This was death as a building, as a town, and as a person—and Bo was just playing with you.
"I think it's time I get my own wish granted, don't you?"
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fandom-imagines · 6 months
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Bad idea, right?
Fandom: House of Wax
Pairing: Ex!Bo Sinclair x Reader
Warnings: Exes-to-Lovers, implied nsfw, mainly dialogue, reader doesn't know about Ambrose, not proofread.
Inspired by bad idea right by Olivia Rodrigo!
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Seeing the name ‘Bo Sinclair’ pop up in her phone a couple of months after they had officially ended things was not something that Y/N expected during her night-in with her friends.
As the four of them were seated around her best friend’s coffee table, the loud text-tone of Y/N’s phone broke the conversation that they were having and at first, she seriously debated ignoring it.
“It can’t be anybody important,” she said to the group. “It’s probably just my boss asking me to work a shift tomorrow!”
The three girlfriends giggled, each raising their eyebrow in a questioning manner.
“Just answer it!” One said, tossing the woman’s phone to her, one which she caught with expert accuracy.
“Fine.” She huffed, a sound which was cut short when she read the texters name.
Thankfully, nobody noticed the way her eyes widened in both shock and confusion, the emotions intensifying the moment her phone began ringing.
Bo Sinclair is calling.
Answer.        Decline.
It was at that moment Y/N realised that she had never changed his contact image. It was still a photo she took of him whilst they were drunk in Ambrose.
“Sorry,” she muttered to the group, leaving the room to answer the call.
It was as though her body was on autopilot as she answered the phone, his name falling from her lips just as easily as it had when they were a couple.
“Bo? I haven’t heard from you in a couple of months, is everything okay?” Y/N asked, assuming it must be bad for him to call her. After all, he was the one who broke up with her after they had an argument about him keeping secrets from her.
The line was silent for a moment, and she wondered if he had changed his mind, realised his mistake, and hung up. That was, until he spoke.
It wasn’t anything huge, just her name, but it was enough to have her heart racing, past feelings resurfacing at the sound.
“That’s me,” came her response, a forced chuckle shortly following.
“You should come over.” He said.
“What…?”
“You heard me.”
The door to the room she was previously in opened, startling Y/N. She knew then that she had been caught, cheeks flushed and hands shaking; she simply prayed they wouldn’t judge her too much.
“Y/N?” Her best friend asked, smirking as she took in the appearance of the woman on the phone.
“Think about it, Darling. I’ve texted you my new address.” Were Bo’s final words as he hung up the phone, the device suddenly feeling one-hundred times heavier than before.
“Is everything okay?” Rachel, her best and closest friend, asked with concern. “Who was that?”
With a harsh swallow, Y/N spoke. “That was Bo.”
“Bo? As in your ex? What did he want?”
“He wants me to go over, just moved or something.”
“At this time? You can’t seriously be considering it, Y/N! He’s your ex-boyfriend, for crying out loud!” Rachel exclaimed in shock, remembering how heartbroken her friend was when Bo broke up with her.
“Yes, I know that he’s my ex, but can’t two people reconnect?” Y/N asked. “I only see him as a friend!” The biggest lie I ever said, being her immediate thought after she finished speaking.
“You can’t be serious?” Rachel was clearly unimpressed with Y/N’s choices but knew she was in no spot to say anything; everyone makes bad choices. “It’s a bad idea, right, but I can’t stop you.”
With a smile, Y/N spoke. “Fuck it, it’s fine.”
With a smile on her own face, Rachel repeated her words. “Fuck it, it’s fine.”
*
As she reached Bo’s new house in Ambrose, she hadn’t expected him to be stood at the door with a small smirk, giving her reason to believe to he had been waiting for her to pull up.
“What did you tell your friends?” He asked, widening the door for her to enter the house.
“That I was going home to sleep,”
“Well, you never said where or that you were in my sheets. I guess you could say you just tripped and fell into it.” He joked, still smirking.
“Seeing you tonight, it’s a bad idea, right?” Y/N spoke aloud, watching the way Bo’s smirk widened at her internal debate. “I should probably not.”
“Fuck it, it’s fine.” He said, as though he had heard the previous conversation with Rachel.
Watching Y/N stood in front of him once again had Bo’s chest feeling a way that he wasn’t used to feeling. He didn’t miss her, no, no way! He only saw her as a friend, somebody to hook up with! The biggest lie he ever said.
Y/N watched as he stared at her, seemingly too deep in thought to even notice her moving towards him. Judging by the way he flinched as her hands landed on his shoulders, she knew he hadn’t been paying attention at all.
Bo, who was now well-aware of her touch, leant in to connect their lips, his arm wrapping around her waist in an instant. The feeling of her lips against his after months apart had both parties reacting in ways that they didn’t know were humanly possible.
One of Y/N’s hands moved from his shoulder to the nape of his neck, fingers interlocking with his hair, tugging sharply as Bo bit on her lower, drawing a moan from her. Bo’s free hand reached to toy with the fabric of her shirt, tugging it over her head.
“Should we go upstairs?”
*
Neither of them knew how to react.
Bo, who wasn’t exactly the best at expressing his emotions, watched as the woman he still loved prepared to leave. He didn’t want her to but didn’t know how to express that without seeming ‘weak’.
“You don’t need to go,” Bo muttered, almost too quiet for Y/N to hear.
“What do you mean?”
With a sigh, Bo knew he had to tell her the truth, no matter how much he didn’t want to. “I don’t want you to leave. Not again.” He admitted, cheeks warming at the confession.
“You… don’t?” She asked him, genuine curiosity and confusion in her orbs. “Why?”
“Because… Fuck are you really going to make me say it?”
“Say what, Bo?”
“Because I still love you, okay!?” He yelled, and he was grateful that Vincent was visiting Lester that night. “I mean, fuck, I’m- I’m sorry, all right? I shouldn’t have lied to you, but I was scared what you would say if you knew the truth.”
“The truth about what?”
“Everything! The town, Vincent, Lester, me…. If you knew the truth, you’d never look at me the same.”
As Y/N stared at him, concern evident, Bo winced slightly. He wasn’t exactly used to expressing his emotions, especially not these types of emotions, but as she moved to sit beside him, he couldn’t stop the words leaving his lips.
“Please don’t leave again, Y/N…”
“I won’t, Bo, but only if you tell me the truth.”
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Hi for the Soulmate Au could I request Bo Sinclair for this prompt please - You can hear your soulmate's voice in your head only when they're singing
Here's your fic, I hope you enjoy dear anon
Song Bird
Bo Sinclair x reader
Gender neutral reader
Soulmate AU where you can hear your soulmate's voice in your head whenever they sing.
Warnings: Canon typical violence, Bo being Bo I guess, mentions of his childhood trauma, I couldn't decide which retention of the song that I wanted to refer to in this so I picked both.
Bo remembered hearing growing up that soulmates came to each person in their own ways. He never really paid no attention to the stories to begin with, especially after asking about the ideal of soulmates to his mother when he was five years old, only giving Bo a harsh laugh before telling her son that he will never have a soulmate that will love him.
The combination of being a natural skeptic towards subjects like soulmates and how his parents constantly will tell Bo growing up that monsters like him don't deserve to have a soulmate caused Bo to avoid the subject altogether.
He never truly believed in the tales and stories from the people he grew up with until he heard his soulmate's voice when he was 17. The songs started with old church hymns that he remembered hearing throughout his childhood during Sunday church.
The voice he heard singing made the lyrics have a haunting atmosphere, as if the person he's hearing- his soulmate was hiding years of pain behind the melodic songs. It was too real for him hearing the singing of his soulmate fill his mind.
At first, Bo was rather annoyed with hearing the hymns as he's trying to listen to his small radio. Behind his initial annoyance was the fact that he had to deal with the fact that somewhere in this world, he has a soulmate and they could hear each other sing.
As the years went by, Bo could hear you sing more. From their various rock out to whatever rock mix tape they had, all the way to songs that he's never even heard of. Bo found those times where he hears the singing to be calming to him, giving him a sense of peace.
It was early one afternoon when Bo heard the voice sing. He was in the garage, piddling with a recent attraction's vehicle when he started hearing the singing. It was louder than usual, almost as if the source of the singing was haunting his brain. He tried to move on with his day, attempting to ignore the singing.
The phone from the garage started ringing, quietly startling Bo from his focus on the singing. He quickly wiped his hands with a grease rag before walking to the wall phone, picking it up. It was Lester informing him that there's a new arrival that just entered town. After hanging up, Bo decided to see if he could find the person and lure them.
The normally dead street made Bo more hyper aware of the singing he's hearing, he could hear the faint notes of a piano playing coming from the church. He quietly walked towards the entrance of the church. The singing became louder as he tried to resist the urge to sing the song with the voice.
Bo enters the church quietly, seeing the back of your body as you sat on the piano bench. Your black shirt and blue jeans was what Bo was mostly able to see as he made his way through the isle in the middle of the pews. His nerves filled his body as the temptation to sing with you grew louder and more intense.
He was right behind you just as you were going to finish the song. Bo gave into the intense temptation and sung the last few words with you. You quickly took your hands off the piano jumped just as you were about to finish the final word, causing you to look into Bo's eyes in a startled worry.
"I'm begging you please wake me up, In all my dreams I...."
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promptthebear · 10 months
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Dude no way! I dint realise you wrote for slashers! Could I please request Bo Sinclair with 🐰“If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.” Thanks!
Hello!
Sorry this took so long, but congratulations on being my first Bo request! I probably could've done something smutty with this prompt for sure, but did more of like an enemies to lover type vibe? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
Easter Askbox Event- Bo Sinclair x Reader
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CW: ****Toxic relationship dynamic!!!!**** It's Bo so obviously it's going to be unhealthy as shit. Swearing. Misogynistic name calling, but reader is into it. Reader is manhandled by Bo. Dom/Sub dynamic. Use of the word sir. Spicy but not explicit. F!reader, referred to in 2nd person as "you" Again, what it says on the tin, this is darker compared to my usual stuff you've been warned.
Bo was lying underneath his truck when you showed up. He heard you before he saw you, the sound of your flip flops echoing through the empty streets. He grit his teeth as the sound got closer, knowing that whatever you wanted now, it was most certainly going to be a pain in his ass. He’d made it very clear since your arrival that he wanted nothing more than for you to fuck off and leave him alone, but somehow you still weren’t getting the message.
A flash of pink in Bo’s peripheral, your diy pedicure, told him he was no longer alone. He ignored you anyway, carrying on with his repairs as though your presence didn’t make a lick of difference in his eyes. Hopefully, you’d realize he wasn’t in he mood and go bother Lester or Vincent.
“Bo? I know you can hear me.”
No such luck.
“So? Doesn’t mean I have anything I wanna say to you.”
His voice was slightly muffled coming out from under the car, but you could hear the annoyance dripping from every syllable. Huffing softly, you reached out and nudged Bo’s knee with your toe. When no response came, you did it again, a little harder this time.
“Bo?”
“Jesus H. Christ.”
Slowly, Bo began to work his way out from beneath the truck, grumbling and grunting like a bear being pulled from its cave. You took a step back, in part to give him some room and also to give yourself a chance to admire the view. Even in cut offs, busted up sneakers and a filthy tank top, Bo wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes. His toned arms and knife sharp jaw more than made up for his lack of fashion sense. If it wasn’t for his constant scowl, he might have been the most handsome man you’d ever seen.
“If I ever forget my name, I’ll know who to ask” he glared at you from beneath the brim of his ball cap “Someone better be fuckin’ dying.”
You tilted your chin up and squared your shoulders back slightly, before matching his glare with one of your own.
“You said you were gonna drive me into town today.”
Bo let out a sigh that seemed to come from the soles of his feet, muttered something you couldn’t make out, and leaned down to grab a grey rag from his toolbox. He began wiping the grease off his hands, and you watched the way the veins in his arms flexed with interest.
“I said if the truck was working, I’d take ya. But it ain’t, so that means you can either go ask Lester to drive you or start walking.”
“Lester’s out on a job” you shot back “And it’s too hot to walk.”
Bo shook his head and grinned, his teeth somehow blindingly white in spite of how much he smoked. You knew well enough by now, though, that for Bo, smiling meant the same thing as a dog bearing its teeth. This was a warning, one he’d be sure to make good on if you kept pushing.
“Tough shit for you then, darlin’”
You bristled visibly, which only made Bo smile even wider. He was toying with you now, and as always, you’d played right into his hands.
Gotcha.
“I told you, do not call me that.”
For a moment, Bo was too distracted by a drop of sweat that trickled down from your hairline to your jaw to answer. He watched as the droplet made its way down the curve of your neck and over your collar bones before disappearing between your breasts. You were dressed in a halter top and shorts that barely covered your ass. Looking at you made Bo feel all hopped up and crazy, like he was a horny teenager again. He wanted nothing more than to slam you into the nearest wall and fuck the sass out of you.
“I’m sorry darlin” he drawled, taking extra care to emphasize the pet name “Snapping your fingers may have gotten that little JV boyfriend of yours to jump to attention, but it’s gonna take whole lot more than the promise of a two minute fuck to get me to pay you any mind.”
“Please, you wouldn’t even last that long.”
Bo’s expression changed so fast, it scared you a little. You’d seen him fly off the handle a million times, throwing shit and screaming abuse at Vincent, but this was different. Something about the way his jaw tightened and the way his eyes flashed told you what you’d tapped into was deeper, darker. This was a whole new side to Bo, and you wanted to see exactly how far down the rabbit hole you could go.
“The fuck did you just say to me?”
His voice was a low and eerily calm, the growl of a predator who’d cornered its prey.
“You heard me.”
Silently, Bo lunged at you. You tried to sidestep him, but he was too quick. He caught you round he waist first, and pulled your body to his so quickly you banged your head off his sternum. While you were still blinking away stars, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, and yanked back, hard. Your eyes stung with delicious tears, and the smell of smoke and spiked sweet tea on his breath made you dizzy.
“I think I need to bend you over the hood of my truck and show you just how wrong you are. Of course, then anyone walking by could see how we deal with mouthy little sluts around here. Would you like that?”
You let out a sound that was between a whimper and a moan. It seemed to excite Bo even further, and he licked his lips before he spoke.
“Use your words, honey.”
You took a shaky breath, your body trembling with fear and arousal.
“N-no.”
A faint smirk played around Bo’s mouth. His grip on your hair tightened, and he brought the hand around your waist up to grab your jaw. You’d been trying to turn your face away, to get what little distance from him you could and now you were trapped. He was making you look at him, his blue eyes almost black.
“No…what?”
You stared at him, pupils blown wide, wondering what the hell he wanted. Then it dawned on you.
“No…sir.”
A deep, rich chuckle rumbled in Bo’s chest. He ran a thumb over your lips, the gesture weirdly soothing considering how tightly he was holding onto you. Then, without warning, he pushed you away. You stumbled and fell backwards onto the ground, your palms stinging where the gravel bit into them.
“Go on now, git.”
You stared up at him, your bottom lip trembling as the tears in your eyes finally began to spill down your cheeks. Humiliation and desire swirled in your gut. You felt hot, bothered and bruised, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to deck Bo in the face or kiss him.
“What the fuck are you waiting for? I told you to git. If I have to tell you again, I won’t be this nice.”
You scrambled to your feet, barely missing the spray of gravel Bo kicked your way. Still crying, you started to run back up the road. You could feel Bo’s eyes burning into your back, but you refused to turn around. You knew if you did, you’d go right back there and let him play out every twisted fantasy he had with you. But there was no way in hell you wanted him to think he’d won.
For now, you’d have to go back to your room, lick your wounds and satisfy yourself with your hand. Come tomorrow, you’d see if Bo was ready to make good on his threat.
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dreamties · 7 months
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Bo Sinclair General Relationship HCs
A/n- A while ago (like, last year while ago), realized that I had never actually written anything for a lot of the characters on my list. So, I wanted to change that. Dug up this work from my drafts and edited it for y'all to enjoy! <3
One for Vinnie is already in the works!! and i believe i already have a post for Lester <33
T/W: Bo should be his own warning (he's kind of mean), very vague nsft implications
despite the way he treats his brothers- he does love them. Vinnie and Les rr all he's had for so long ! he just doesn't know how to show them he cares, since all he really knows is the pain and hurt his parents (especially his mother) caused him.
of course that doesn't make everything he does okay! but at least it helps to explain the cold and hard exterior he always has. not only is he capable of showing kindness- he actually has a very soft nice side to him. it's just difficult to reach that layer.
when the two of you first meet, he thinks ur cute and flirts with you. who knew that he'd be letting you live that fateful afternoon...
after that first encounter- Bo's gonna seem like a total asshole at first. (well- he is)
it takes months...but he does warm up to your presence after a while. he still doesn't totally trust you. he had been keeping a very close eye on you, making sure you wouldn't leave. but he loosens up and lets you explore town by yourself more. not constantly stuck by your side.
any touch or affection that's on the spicier side is likely to develop in the first few months. the soft side of him can take years to fully unravel though...
god damn is he handsy. always has a hand on ur ass ( discreetly hidden in ur pant pockets, or on display for anyone in town to let them know HEY. ur fuckin taken >:( )
not much of a hugger. especially in public. exceptions to this are: holding uu or being held by you while the two of you sleep OR if one of uu is upset. hugs and gentle touches when he's angry always calm his nerves a bit.
what touches and when they're okay takes a lot of experience of situations to figure out. Bo isn't straight forward with his feelings. You have to infer and make mistakes and fuck up a lot to really understand him
also !! picking uu up and twirling uu around as an occasional greeting <3
okay honestly?? he's a total flirt but also a bit of a romantic. like Classic Romance.
there's not much good that came from his upbringing- but he learned to be quite the gentleman and knows how to treat his partner right (sort of...not really) (you probably have to teach him to be kinder and more gentle to ya- he'd work on that for you, though <3333)
like, I think he'd get his S/O roses or your first date would be at their fake movie theater set up. Bo would flip through a few of the old reels, settling on whichever one seemed the least boring. it would be only you and him (and several wax figures). maybe you'll rest your head against his shoulder as you watch the film, he'll snake an arm around you, pulling you ever so slightly closer. holding a small conversation filled with passing remarks and stupidly flirtatious lines. which begins in small whispers and ends in uproarious laughter. you leave before the movie even ends (Bo will deal with it later), and you just can't help keeping your eyes off him.
(he's quite the charmer, isn't he?)
back to physical affection with him !! his kisses are more often than not- rough. They don't meld or connect to yours- they don't Try to. they'll bruise and hurt you.
yet, at the end of the night, he'll peck little kisses on your face and lips and down your neck.
is very keen on using terms like: gorgeous, beautiful, handsome, etc when referring to you. like, instead of your name lol
he'll just lean against the door frame, seeing you plate the table for dinner- for him and his brothers. a smug smirk on his face as he ogles you.
"hey gorgeous, miss me?" he'll say. putting his fingers beneath your chin, lifting your face so you could see each other better. kiss the corners of your mouth, lick the sweetness from your lips.
you'll turn your gaze to him. surprised by him. not by how nice he's being (you know your boyfriend, and your friend could also be a real sweet fellow if he tried), but from his sudden appearance. he didn't usually seek you out when you cook or bake.
face melting into an adoring, eager expression when your eyes finally meet his.
"bo," you'll smile. "good to see ya down so early. what's got ya so excited?"
he'll smile and press a dozen kisses across your body. "to see you, darlin."
also, while i imagine Bo sees himself more fitted for a traditional relationship- man/woman, him doing the work, his gal staying at him to cook and such. . . he's known to surprise folks every once in a while. he doesn't mind who or what you are- either way he's gonna be a curmudgeon till you grow on him.
despite Bo's personal feelings- he'll try to apologize to you when he fucks up. he doesn't really do apologizes- especially if he thinks he's in the right.
he hates seeing you all upset, especially from something that he's done- he'll treat you extra special whenever he messes up <33
who knows . . . maybe Bo will even change and grow as a person for you hehe
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multifandomwritings · 2 years
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I would like to request the Sinclair brothers reacting to gender neutral reader writing them love poems and/or love letters. Please and thank you 💜
I've missed the Sinclair brothers recently ;-; I hope you like this!
Slashers | How the Sinclairs would react to their S/O writing them love poems/letters
Bo:
He wouldn't really know what to make of your love poems/notes at first, and for that reason, probably wouldn't respond even half the way you'd quietly wish he would
Just acknowledges them appreciatively, you know?? If they're poems he'd compliment your writing and would tease you for being so smitten with him, smugly smiling to himself that he inspired things like that
The thought of you actually thinking to do something like that for him would really make him smile though. Knowing he was the inspiration behind your words and that you'd taken the time to do something like that because of him would make him grin to himself endlessly
It would be the little things that would really do him in though. Like little notes and reminders you'd leave around, just warm and sweet things that let him know you were thinking of him and cared. He'd keep every single one and would look at them sometimes, smiling as he mulled your words over. Not that you'd ever know it
Vincent:
Vincent is also a creative, so he would know the amount of time and thought that would go into things like this. And the thought of that would make his heart swell, because he'd love being the reason you did things like that
Being on the receiving end of your letters and poems would make him redden each time. Would feel almost undeserving of your sweet words and the effort behind them
You would be his inspiration as well, of course. Not so much with love letters or poems (although he would dabble, especially with love letters) but with art
You'd catch him rereading your letters constantly, just smiling to himself with a loving look in his eye as he mulled your words over
Lester:
Lester would *adore* things like this. You could so much as leave little notes just reminding him of little things and he'd adore it. Your every word would make him smile, and if you left little doodles or anything as well?? He'd melt
If you actually took the time to write him whole love poems or letters, he'd be a flustered mess. Like, you really took the time to write something that beautiful for him?? He'd need a minute lol
Would read them over and over and over, and would revisit them anytime he was missing you, or even just because. He'd be so grateful for you and would really take them to heart
Most likely to write you love letters back. They would be clumsily written and really straight-forward but in such a sweet and endearingly sincere way, every word completely from the heart
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mychemicalimagines · 2 years
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New
Alright my wonderful Followers!
What do you guys want to read? I want to post for you but I don’t know what you guys want since less people are interacting.
These are what we’ve been working on.
House of Wax - Bo Sinclair x OC
Texas Chainsaw Massacre - Thomas Hewitt x OC
Harry Potter Series - Remus Lupin x OC
Supernatural - Mafia Dean Winchester x OC
or
A Titanic!AU
Vote in Comments or in my Ask Box. Votes will be collected tonight and that’s what we’ll focus on!!
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mx-pastelwriting · 10 months
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Hi! c:
Would you consider writing for Bo and his way younger girlfriend about spending some time together fixing his car?
Perhaps she wanted to learn something about vehicles and he showed her, but Bo is Bo - he was joking about her lack of knowledge of such basic things (in his understanding), throwing some cheeky insults?
I wonder, what would your take on that look like!
Have a great day/night!
~soullessdianthus
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Bo Sinclair x GN! Reader
Summary: Request up top!
Warnings: Fluff, Little jokes
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Walking from the house to Bo's shop in the hot sun was hard, but coming into view of his garage, you see him under a car fixing up something, and it made you have an idea. You use your foot to slide him out. With oiled hands holding tools, he was pissed, but seeing it was you, not Vincent, he smiled.
"Well, hello, darling," he says, getting up and dropping his tools on his tray. Grabbing a towel, he whips his hands and then pulls you closer with a shower of kisses that tickle you. "What are you up to here?" you finally get to say out of the kisses. "Just fixing up a new car," he says, looking at the car.
It was nice, but it was going to be a while before it was done. "Can I help? I mean It'd go faster," you say, looking up at him. He laughs and nods. "Sure, darling," he says, bringing you over to the engine. "Pull this out, and we'll check the oil." You do as he says with his hand on your hip, watching you.
"Just like that, when it's like this, it's fine, so we don't have to change it." He says, looking around, but you just hold the long, oiled stick and say, "What do I do with it?" He looks at you and huffs a laugh. "Just put it back in," he says, surprised at your lack of knowledge. "Now fill the water," he says, getting some water and waiting for you to open the water cap.
He does it, releasing something you didn't know. "Here, pour this in there," he says, handing the bottle to you. You do as he says while he watches. "Good job," he says before kissing you on the head.
"Now if you can apply what you do at home to this," he laughs as you give him a soft hit, knowing what he was talking about. The whole day was spent learning how to work around a car, with Bo making jokes and kisses.
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Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!
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b-00-biez · 1 year
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"Slashers with an S/o who cries when people shout at them"
Warning: cursing and a bit of angst
Characters: Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire
Bo Sinclair
You and bo have fights but never to the point he yells or shouts at you. This time he was really angry because a victim escaped.
"I TOLD YOU TO WATCH THEM FOR ONE SECOND AND THEY ESCAPED, IT WAS THAT SIMPLE"
You bite your lip refusing to talk back as you lower your head until he is finished.
He sighed and made you look up at him. You were crying, big tears flow from your eyes as you looked at him. Your lips quivering and you looked away.
You both stood there until Bo broke and gave you a hug
It wasnt like those apology hugs your mom made you do to make up with your siblings
It was very sincere and tight
"I'm sorry doll, I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry for raising my voice at you. " he whispered in your ear so soft and gentle.
He sat you both down while you're in his lap as he caresses your back. You both stayed there holding each other in your arms.
He told Lester to find the victim which he did and killed so it was problem solved.
From today on he never raised his voice when he got angry, you both communicated better and you two would make up pretty quickly.
If any of his brothers did the same to yell at you then he would be throwing hands
All in all he learned to be gentle with you which his brothers never ever thought he could do
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas already knew you cried when being shouted at
Hoyt was never really a good tempered person and will degrade your self esteem the chance he gets but you would suck the tears back up and wont let Thomas know what happened.
This time it was something different
"YOU FUCKING WHORE, ALL THE SHIT YOU DID WILL PASS THROUGH TOMMY BUT NOT ME"
You were shivering, Luda mae was not there to save you or beat this bitch and tommy was busy in the basement.
Hoyt raised a hand at you, as you squinted your eyes to brace yourself of the impact you hear..
"Aye tommy i-i was kidding.. hehe.. your little doll there was..AAAAA"
Tommy was standing in between you and hoyt , holding the man's hand back.
Tommy almost choked him to death if it werent for Luda Mae finally getting home.
Your boyfriend kept you in his arms like a baby as he rocks you.
He mumbles and grunts to give encouragement
He wont let anyone of his family yell nor harm you
Brahms Heelshire
You weren't the best of care takers. You always followed the rules so you wont anger Brahms.
But since Malcohlm was running late and you needed the groceries you have no choice but to go to the store
You planned to just have a quick trip so that when you come back Brahms wont even notice. But he did , he saw you walk out that gate.
Brahms is an impatient man, a minute of you gone it's been hours to him. But when you come back.
He stormed screaming at you
"YOU BROKE THE RULES, YOU DARE LEAVE ME ALONE LIKE MY PARENTS?! YOURE HORRIBLE "
You tried to explain yourself with incoherent mumbles as you shake. He towers over you going silent, Hes just looking at you!
You broke down and into a ball
Brahms started to feel bad, at least you came back for him.
He left you alone and slid your favorite snack over to you as he sits on the floor with you
In his childish voice he started to say sorry , patting your head gently
If you're both stuck in this house he might as well treat you better
He hugs you not letting go until you stopped crying
-Just a quick reminder that if you experience this in real life from a spouse its best to leave them, although fights are normal among relationships they shouldnt mistreat you either way💕
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cherubfae · 1 month
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jealous slashers~!✧
With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman
tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included
Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys
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Michael
Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.
Brahms
Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.
"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.
Jason
As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.
Billy & Stu
Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.
"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.
Vincent
There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.
But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.
"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"
Bo
Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.
"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.
Lester
Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.
A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."
Thomas
Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.
Sal Fisher
Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.
"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.
Patrick
A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.
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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."
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whiskehorange · 1 year
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How the Slashers Would Treat Your Stuffed Animals
literally pissing and crying writing this right neow.
Also, Happy New Years Loves! I wish everyone and myself a better 2023, I couldn't ask for better supporters ♥♥
Michael
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Stabs them repeatedly when youre not home until theyre nothing but a shredded mess like an untrained dog and when you confront him he denies it like you've accused him of murder.
Wait-
Jason
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Kisses each one on the forehead goodnight like he's going to be deployed in the morning. Comes home the next day with glass display cases for you to put your favorites/ most valuable in. Even buys them personalized stickers and trinkets to but in and on their box like he's assigned them their own personalities.
Freddy
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Punches each and every one of them in the face as hard as he can like they all own him a grand each right in front of you, laughing until he violently shit himself while you scream at him to leave them alone.
Bubba
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Gives each one their own day to help/follow him around the farm (carrying them around in one arm or aggressively stuffing them down his pants when he needs to use both hands) while actively getting them dirty with blood, dirt, and shit or tearing them in the process of being so unintentionally violent.
Thomas
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Gives them dirty looks when they touch his stuff but actively grows very fond of them and shares all of the family drama and tea with them when they are alone. The dirty looks shift to you when you walk in on a heated tea spill session.
Brahms
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Steals them from you.
Humps them.
Cries and denies taking them if you find them before he's able to "sneakily" put them back where he got them.
Billy
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Refuses to acknowledge them and absolutely refuses to touch them, but buys you more and more whenever he's out by himself. When you leave the room he apologizes for ignoring them all day and adds the new friend to your collection. Has to turn them away when the two of you do the dirty.
Stu
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Gives them all government first, middle, and last names and doesn't forget them either. Also constantly buy you new ones whenever he sees them and issues them names, social security numbers, and jobs before he even gives them to you. Makes them beef with each other.
Norman
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Dresses up and has tea parties with them. When your not home. Writes and prints hand made name tags, name plates, bibs, and beautifully crafted invitations with their own messages for all of them. Spends hours making real treats for said parties.
Hannibal
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Quietly passive aggressively threatens each of them that if hey even think about getting closer to you that he'll destuff them and use their skin as pillow covers, and will do so in front of the others. Insists that he loves them when you ask, shooting them dirty looks after you've turned around.
Bo
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Crop-dusts them if you keep them waist level and will even grab them and purposely rip the fattest, wettest, most gut wrenching, stomach rumbling, room clearing, radioactive, leg lifting fart you've ever heard right in their face and throw it at you, flipping you off as he walks away.
Vincent
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Makes them all their own little wax sculpture the same color as their fur and keeps them on a shelf above where you keep yours. Still doesn't have the heart to tell you that he stole one from you once to sculpt and accidentally dropped it in a vat of wax and had to dump the whole basin because it was ruined. Claims you must have just misplaced it.
Lester
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Makes you homemade, roadkill fur stuffed abominations that smell like the wettest of shit and will set them right next to yours on your bed/shelf. Can never remember the names of your stuffed ones and called them something not even close to what they are, thinking he's 100% right. Pets them unconsciously if he's standing next to them and just mindlessly talking.
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Bo Sinclair was rude, anybody that knew him was aware of that fact. He was blunt, straightforward, and often times a pure asshole, so as Y/N poured out her feelings to him, Bo didn’t understand why.
Why would she like him? Vincent would be so much better suited for her, or even Lester! She was clearly making the wrong choice, yet he didn’t exactly want her to stop; he cared for her, even if he was yet to admit that to himself.
“You’re making a mistake,” Bo’s rough voice stated as she smiled at his frozen form. “I’m not right for you, you know this.”
The girl in front of him simply shrugged. “Maybe you’re right, Bo, but I can’t find it in me to care. I love you.”
Bo, who stood there in silence, tried his best to form any words, but nothing would come out. Perhaps that was the moment he realised his true feelings for her, or maybe not, he would never know, but as he leaned to connect their lips, he simply knew that it was right. That her heart had made the right choice, even if he doubted it.
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