#house of wax x y/n

[small-sinclair]

Something real quick…

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Vincent laid his head on your lap as you fed him strawberries in the warm sunset. Your fingers combed his hair as he laid peacefully without his mask. You can see his fully scarred face, but it doesn’t bother you. It never bothered you.

‘Tell me you love me?’ He signs, his scarred hands moving gracefully.

“I love you, Vincent,” you whispered, your hand caressing his cheek. “I’ll never leave you.” You fed him another strawberry. “I love you.”

He catches your hand and brought it to his lips. Gently, his lips kiss your fingers and hand, his line eye closing. He promises to be here, promise to praise you for everything. You don’t know how much you drive him wild, how he craves for you, how he adores you. His eye part and looked up into yours. In every reflection, he sees you by his side. All he could think about is you and how sweet it was to have you. Strawberries and all, he has you.

[adalwolfgang]

Image summary of the Sinclair brothers + (Name), Trudy and Victor Sinclair

Part 2

[danddymaro]

Flattered | Vincent Sinclair x Reader

I watched it again lol. 

perhaps fluff, ( YK, as far as slashers can get with fluff)

Word count: 1483

Flattered

Your finger lightly petted the falling wax that gently ran down the long, white candle, toying with it betwixt your thumb and pointer before it cooled into a thin coat over them.

You released a little hum before using a nail to peel off the remains with ease, soon feeling just a bit happy with how soft your skin felt afterward.

 Though, the delight was short-lived.

- It usually was.

Boredom had you sitting here with a halfhearted gaze, wondering if you'd ever get out. 

The man that held you captive did nothing much but put himself to work, occasionally looking back at you to confirm that you were still there. 

As if you could go anywhere else but under his nose.

It made no sense as you didn't know where else you could go but sit, making you wonder why he did so, so often.

"I'm not going anywhere," you reminded him in a soft voice as you then lay back on the bed there. 

It was the only thing that had been saved from the touch of the melted substance he worked with, and you were grateful. You were surrounded by it.

"Can't," you mumbled before closing your eyes tiredly. 

Like hell you'd try anyways when his brother was lurking anywhere the masked one wasn't. 

'I'm better off here,' you inwardly mused.

If you were completely honest, you preferred being stuck with this man instead.

 At least he just kept you there at a distance, something the other one had trouble doing when you first got into town.

You didn't even want to think about what he would have done to you if Vincent hadn't intervened, pulling you to him with a sort of claim that had you conflicted.

Because you didn't know if being with him was going to be better or worse, luckily, things had gone pleasantly thus far. 

-You weren’t dead and that counted as a victory.

He didn't try and touch you, excluding the few moments his soft hands grazed your cheek, feeling the texture of your flesh to what you concluded was inspiration to his more innocent work. 

Gently his fingers trailed the line of your lower lip, and as you tried to follow the movement of the exploring digits, your eyes practically glowed at the act. 

He wasn’t stupid enough to think of it as anything other than utter interest, but even then he adored the look you possessed.

You quickly lost your initial cowering when you realized he wouldn’t draw lower than our jawline, or roam anywhere else other than your face.

So, you let him do as he pleased, occasionally voicing out little teases that got you little, flustered responses. 

‘Having fun?’ you questioned him while trying not to laugh to much at the way his movements would be interrupted by a sudden, minuscule jerk that would be akin to a stutter in someone’s voice.

You noticed the way his fingers would tremble, and for whatever reason it was ….cute.

For just a moment you opened your eyes again, a half-lidded look pointed to where he continued to run the warm metal utensil over little mistakes he’d made.

You blinked your eyes open wide before you suddenly turned your whole head, your face pointed to his direction, your entire body soon following the movement until you lay at your side, observing.

‘Is that what he’s been up to?’ you asked yourself, realizing how it made sense the amount of times he stared at you, studying.

"Is that me?" you asked with a touch of a smile, asking from where you now sat, your legs hanging off from the side of the bed. 

At the finishing details, you finally found yourself eased enough to ask just as he took a step back to give it a final once over.

Granted for the past few days, you hadn't talked , but the simple boredom of all those hours had you begging for some interaction.

At your question Vincent turned back to you and nodded slowly before looking down, shifting awkwardly. 

You watched as his hands toyed with the tool he held, and as you observed, you detected what was perhaps bashfulness. 

His lack of words made his body language much more exaggerated, that was for sure. 

But, of course, you didn't mind much.

"Can...um...can I get a better look?" you asked with a crooked smile, waiting for his response. 

His head shot up and he looked at you for a long minute before he nodded. 

You weren't sure why, but you felt a bit amused before you walked over to him and the wax figure, eyeing it as it was just at your height. 

Your hand went out to touch it before it retreated, and you looked up to the massive man, uncertain, 

 "Can I?" you asked, afraid to ruin his work.

Though, he nodded fiercely, the hand closest to him hesitating before it reached for yours, guiding it towards your replica's face. 

That's where you started, petting an eyebrow before skimming down it's chin. 

You then brought the hand to your own face, feeling the difference with awe. 

"It's amazing," you said while looking op to him, the single eye that stared you down holding appreciation. 

Though, you could hardly see it as it was hidden by the shadow of his mask and jet black strands that had framed his face. 

"You're really talented," you told him, flattered by the work, moreover appreciating that he had only used you as a muse and not the base for his sculpture. 

"I'm nowhere near your skill, but maybe I can sculpt you sometime, " you joked while looking the work over more.

He even caught the fabrics of your clothes right, making you softly sigh.

 It had only been a silly remark, because you doubted you could pull it off anyways, but he seemed elated. 

his hands both took your wrists captive as he turned you towards him, the act nearly tearing a scream out of you in frightened surprise. Other than the first time he’d practically tore you out of his brother’s brute grasp on you, it was the first time he’d used any real force.

 He lightly shook you as he bent down a bit, looking down with a tilted head, not speaking, but communicating with a nearly muted hum you found somewhat endearing. 

Quickly, your terror subsided as you took in his response.

"Ah, You like that idea?" you said with a short chuckle, and he nodded quickly, excited. 

"I'll take that as a yes," you said as you eased your wrists out of his grip, only doing so thanks to the dying pressure of his hands.

He'd never had anyone try and capture his likeness. 

Not even he bothered to do so.

 But you had offered, and it was something he didn't know he yearned for until he watched you try and mimic the steps he'd taken to create yours. 

You explained to him how you’d work on a much smaller scale, the figure no larger than six inches, giving you a small enough goal that didn’t require all of his precise touches.

He helped you start of, slowly guiding you with silent advise and little nudges you smiled at.

You were somewhat sloppy, and when you weren't, you were far too considerate, your pace careful, almost afraid of messing up. 

Soon after, he let you try your hand while he sat back and watched for hours, giving you the workspace needed to become familiar while he stayed out of the way. 

However, it didn't mean he sat back and did nothing, because he found the sight of you moving around his usual workspace to be charming as you copied many of his movements , even the unnecessary ones. 

It was cute watching you move around in his apron with no real direction. 

He’d help you out, but given how determined you were to do it on your own, he refrained from it after you pleaded with him on the first attempt.

Flattered was in no way near what he felt, because it was far greater. 

In his sketchbook he recorded the various faces of your process, the purse of your lips, the lines of frustration and consideration that decorated it too. 

-And especially your moments of little victories as you saw your efforts pay off.

Even the light smudges of dried wax you had dotted on your cheeks as you wiped them occasionally had been captured. 

He recorded it all on paper, and hoped that after he finished the moments, you thought of them as fascinating too. 

Gently his fingers ran down the slick wax that protected his face, realizing how warm he felt beneath the mask, his cheeks flushed with color that spread over his ears too. 

for a moment you looked back at him, his living muse smiling preciously. 

[urfavchaotichotmess]

imagine Bo Sinclair getting a Charley horse right before he cums and he just falls off the bed clutching his leg while his s/o is just laying on the bed trying not to laugh at him

[loveandmurders]

hii, can i request some angst with bo sinclair, maybe him and the reader (gn please :3) get into a fight, he basically says he doesnt need the reader and tell them to get out, and the reader leaves and doesnt know where to go so they hide in one of the abandoned houses, n basically hide there all night while bo (whos too stubborn to admit hes nervous) waits at home for them, but they accidentally fall asleep n wake up at like 4am or smth and the entire town is turned on as bo and vincent look for them? fluffy ending please? just break my heart then give me some tooth rotting fluff

thank you, have a wonderful day/night!

Hello love, I'm sorry it took me so long to write and post this request. I really hope you will enjoy this <3

GO BUT DON'T LEAVE ME

Gender neutral reader, with no physical description.

Warnings: Verbal abuses from Bo, Bo is an asshole but he loves you, morally grey reader who enjoys the killings, mention of blood, violence, killings, little injuries, tears, angst/comfort.

You didn’t know why, but lately, a lot of tourists were coming by Ambrose. You were glad because it meant the boys had all the work they wanted, and Bo could take out his anger on strangers, but at the same time, it was saddening you. You were feeling a little bit neglected by your boyfriend who was getting up early every morning and coming home late at night. And because of the hunt, you had to stay locked up inside the house for your own safety. You tried to busy yourself in the kitchen, and to take care of yourself, but you were starting to get bored and you wanted Bo’s attention more than anything.

Actually you had planned on trying to trap Bo in bed with you this morning, and then to have some sexy time under a warm shower, before continuing to seduce him with some pretty outfits you found in one of the tourists’ suitcases. If you were good enough, you could even hope for Bo to bring you to a restaurant for lunch. You really thought you could manage that because you had been good at having Bo wrapped around your little finger; your little attentions and cuddles worked a lot more on the man than he wanted to admit it.

But it seemed like it wasn’t your lucky day. As you tried to love on Bo for him to stay in bed, he roughly pushed you away from him and got up.

“Gonna be late ‘cause of your stupid ass” he told you as a greeting and you felt quite hurt because you just wanted him. But you were as stubborn as him so you got up, your naked body in its whole glory and you pressed yourself against his back.

“Maybe we could have a shower together, I could wash you up?” you offered as you kissed his shoulder blade, but Bo wasn’t in the mood today. He was overwhelmed with all the chores and work he had to do, and he was almost hoping there wouldn’t be any tourists today because he already had a lot of cars, windows and houses to fix after the last ones.

“Leave me alone” he said and he pushed you away again.

“But Bo…” you whimpered

“What?” he snapped, anger quickly rising inside of him

“I’ve been missing you…” you replied with a pout on your face

“Oh yeah? Well ya know what, all this work gives me some fuckin' peace! I just can’t with your neediness and clinginess all the damn time” he spat and you felt your heart breaking at those words. He was slicing deep into your worst and hidden insecurities. You always thought you were too much for people to enjoy, and to hear it from Bo’s mouth was worse than being slapped across the face. You looked down.

“I’m sorry, Bo, I’ll do better” you whispered because you loved the man and you wanted him to still love you.

“Ain’t givin’ a fuck, Y/N.” he said before grabbing his clothes and leaving for the shower.

You had no idea what to do. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t be that pathetic. You put some clothes on and you went downstairs to prepare breakfast. At least you could be a little bit useful, right? 

You were cooking some pancakes when Vincent entered the room. You quietly greeted him and he could tell something was off, because you had been quite a ray of sunshine in Ambrose since you were there. He asked you if you were alright and you simply nodded. You thought you needed to shut up and to give Bo some space, and hopefully things would be back to normal soon. Vincent didn’t insist but he knew he would need to keep an eye on you. He was aware of how his twin had the talent to ruin what was making him happy.

Bo sat at the table without a word. And as you placed a plate in front of him, you accidentally knocked down his glass of orange juice that fell on the ground and broke. You silently cursed yourself and were about to kneel down to clean up when Bo grabbed your wrist and pushed you against the closest wall. You gasped at the rage swirling into his eyes.

“Ya’re fuckin’ useless, ya know that” he screamed at you and you felt tears rising up.

“I’m sorry, it was an accident” you replied “I’ll clean up, you can eat your pancakes” you continued

“Ya give me no order” he growled. “Didn’t even ask ya to put food in front of me. Who do ya think ya are, my mother?”

“I’m just trying to take care of you” you said and he started to laugh. It was a cold dry and menacing laughter that made you shiver.

“Because ya think I need you? Ya think any of us needs you? The only reason we didn’t kill ya was because I wanted to fuck ya. I fucked ya, and now what, hmm? Honestly, nothin' to go back to” he added and Vincent got up and put a hand on his shoulder to make him stop. He knew that his twin was lying and the way you were starting to silently cry was quite upsetting. Bo moved from his touch but he let you go too. You had no idea what to do. It was the first time Bo was vicious and cruel with you. You needed to busy yourself to not let his poison completely break your heart. You were about to clean up the mess you did once again.

“Oh my god, just go” Bo cringed as he didn’t want to see you come closer again.

“Let me remove the glass pieces and I’ll go” you promised, as you were worried anyone would get hurt because of the glass. Lester might come home soon with Jonesy too and you didn’t want her to hurt her little paws.

“Fuckin’ LEAVE!” he screamed this time and you froze. Vincent tried to reach for you and bring you away from Bo before his twin could say something he would regret later on. “Leave this fuckin’ room! No ya no what, leave this fuckin’ house and never come back! I’m so done with ya, I don’t need ya, no one needs ya, no one loves ya and ya need to get the fuck out of Ambrose!” he yelled again as he threw the plate of pancakes on the ground too. You jumped and before Vincent could stop you, you ran away.

Your vision was blurry because of the tears. You couldn’t stop crying. You couldn’t think either, emotions swirling inside your heart and negative thoughts swirling inside your head. You rarely felt so bad. You ran for quite a while until you collapsed on the ground. You slightly hurt your knees and palms but you didn’t notice. You cried even more, until there was no tear left. You took a deep breath and looked behind you. The house was far away now, but you weren’t outside of Ambrose yet. 

The thing was you had no idea where to go. Ambrose had become your home and you had left your previous life without any hesitation. You enjoyed living with dangerous people, you liked their way of life and you found the murders very hot and arousing. You were a missing person in the real world, and if you came back to your old life, you would have to tell about the Sinclairs, and you would then need to go back to this boring and mediocre existence. You didn’t want that, but Bo made it clear he didn’t want you anymore. You weren’t too sure what to do, so you decided to wait and to rest in one of the last houses of the town. The twins rarely went there, and it would give you some time to determine what to do. 

You opened the front door and sneezed at all the dust and cobwebs lying around. At least, you should be safe here. You found a room upstairs and settled there. You got rid of some of the dust and you sat on the bed. There was a wax statue there, with you and you took some comfort in the presence. It wasn’t the best of Vincent’s creations, hence why it was there (you could tell Vincent had to put the members back on the body and it had been quite hard to do so). But at least you felt home and not completely alone.

You napped a little for the day to go through and then you explored the house. You found some old books and little boxes with jewels inside. You were certain the boys didn’t know about this, and it gave you the idea to explore more of the abandoned houses… Until you remembered Bo wanted you out of town. You tried to not start crying again. Your attention was soon somewhere else as you heard gunshots. You sighted as you understood more tourists came today. You hoped the boys would be fine, and wouldn’t get hurt because you wouldn’t be there to take care of them, like you usually did. You also hoped no one would find you there; it would be stupid to get killed now. At the same time, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You wouldn’t be able to stay hidden in this house forever, and you weren’t sure you would be able to get back to a more normal life.

Maybe you should get killed, actually. But life could be so fun too.. If only Bo wanted you back, even if you were getting quite angry at him for the way he talked to you as well.

You continued to listen to everything happening in the town and until late in the afternoon you heard screams and the usual hunt noises. The sun was slowly going down when the silence came back in town, and it seemed the boys had been able to get rid of the tourists pretty fast this time. You were glad for them, hopefully it meant the boys hadn’t been injured and the tourists hadn’t ruined more stuff in town; Bo had already his hands full. 

You sighed as your attention was back, one more time on your current situation. You still didn’t know what to do. Finally you tried to get some more rest because your brain just couldn’t think about what to do. 

And you slept like a rock, as all the emotions took their toll on you. 

You missed the three men calling your name in the silence of the ghost town, far away from where you were. You missed the worry creeping in the more they called for you. You missed the phone calls too, because you forgot your phone at the house and when Bo found it, he cursed even more.

As you were sleeping your worries and troubles away, Bo was sitting on his armchair, waiting for the front door to open. He had told his brothers that you were going to come back home on your own, and that it was not necessary to look any more for you. Vincent and Lester insisted but he refused, too proud to admit he was concerned. You were smart and independant but, at the same time, you needed him so much that soon enough you would come back. And you loved him enough to know he didn’t mean what he told you this morning. 

It was what he was repeating himself to keep calm. 

The truth was that he couldn't focus on the TV because his attention was on the front door, and that he couldn't even drink his beer because his throat was tight. He was silently cursing himself for having fucked this up so badly. You were one of the rare good things that happened in his life, and maybe you were gone forever now. No, no, that was impossible because you were soulmates. You weren’t saying “I love you” to each other very often, but you truly adored each other. Bo knew he was going to propose to you one day because he couldn’t imagine getting back to a life without you. He promised himself he would be better if… no, once you would be back home. This wouldn’t happen again, because he wasn’t the monster his father said he was, because he needed you, because he also had been madly missing you lately - and even more today - but he hated how weak his love made him feel.

However, after midnight, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to lose his mind if you didn’t come back home now. He got Vincent from the basement and called Lester who was about to come back to his own house. His brothers were quick to help find you, because they liked you, but also because they didn’t want to scrape Bo off the ground if they realised you were truly gone. 

The three men started to look for you and they hoped you were still inside of Ambrose, in one of the houses or somewhere close by. They also hoped that no tourist found you, and that you were all safe and sound somewhere hidden. They had turned on all the lights and were screaming your name. Bo was the loudest, and he was slowly starting to really panic. He couldn't stand the idea he might have lost you. He just wanted you back in his arms and to go to sleep with you.

You didn’t plan on sleeping so much, completely unaware of the circus that was happening in town. You woke up to a soft scratching sound on the bedroom door. You didn’t understand what it was at first. Actually, you woke up completely lost and confused. It was about 4 am now, and you were disoriented. You needed some time to remember you were in an abandoned house because of a very bad argument with Bo. You sat up, and looked around the room, trying to analyse your surroundings. After a little while, you heard a dog gently whining and you got up to open the bedroom door. Jonesy bolted inside the room and you giggled. You knelt in front of her and hugged her for comfort. 

“Such a good girl you are, you found me!” You praised her as she licked at your cheek. You hugged her more tightly and you closed your eyes. “You’re the only one who wants to find me” you sadly whispered and she cutely barked at you to tell you it wasn’t true!

It was then you heard your name being called and you looked up in surprise.

“Oh they’re looking for me?” you asked as Jonesy sat up. You, on the other hand, got up to look through the window. You blinked at the vivid lights and when your eyes started to get used to the brightness, you saw the Sinclairs looking for you. You couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face. It brought you some peace and relief to know you were still loved by your family. You straightened up your clothes and left the room, Jonesy on your heels. She wasn’t going to let you out of her line of vision, just to make sure you were safe and sound. 

You walked closer to the Sinclair house before answering their calls.

“I’m here!” you cried out and when Bo found out where your voice was coming from, he rushed to you. Before you knew it, you were in his arms. He tightly hugged you against his chest, stroking your back and taking into your scent. He was so relieved.

“Thank God” he whispered to himself but you heard him. 

You hugged him back, but you were still hurt by what he yelled at you earlier, and you weren’t going to forget about all the things he said so easily. However, you let him bring you home without a fight. Vincent and Lester hugged you as well and asked you where you were. You answered as Bo sat you down to check on you. He disinfected your little wounds on your knees and palms before putting band-aids on them as he listened to you. They all were glad you stayed close by. You let Bo take care of you without a comment and you didn’t dare to look at him for too long. You weren’t too sure what his mood was right now, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to take any more yelling at. Lester waited for Bo to be done to gently kiss your cheek and greeted you a goodnight. Jonesy refused to follow him and she stayed by your side like a true guard dog. You petted her head and cooed down at her for being such a good girl to you. Vincent sent a look at his twin, to silently tell him he should apologise to you. Bo scoffed and it made you look back at him with a raised eyebrow; you had missed the way the twins had looked at each other and didn’t understand what he was scoffing at. You were feeling insecure enough to believe it was at you. Bo tried to reassuringly smile at you before gesturing for his twin to leave the room. Vincent also kissed your cheek and reluctantly left. He went to his basement but his attention was on Bo and you as he was ready to intervene if things would go wrong once again.

“Time to go to sleep” Bo hummed and you were quite annoyed at the man for trying to pretend nothing happened today.

“Not tired for the moment and then gonna sleep on the couch,” you replied. He frowned at that and reached for your hips.

“Why that?” he asked and it was your turn to scoff

“So what, we’re gonna pretend nothing happened? Look, I'm here because Ambrose is my home… and because no matter what, I love you… But I can’t pretend I didn’t hear what you said today. I’m sorry I’m clingy and needy and not a good enough fuck for you…” you said before he cut you

“Ya know I didn’t mean any of this” he whispered as he brought you closer to him. He looked for your eyes but you turned your head to the side. He cupped your chin to force your eyes to lock with his. “Ya mad at me?” he asked and you shrugged. "Baby?" he insisted

“Ain’t really mad right now… I’m mostly hurt” you replied “I just wanted cuddles this morning. I know you’re busy but it was unfair of you to treat me that way”

“Yes, it was. What can I do to make it to ya, hmm? Too late to cuddle?” he gently smiled as his hands stroked your hip bone and cheek. You had to fight the urge to lean against his touch.

“Tell me you’re sorry, that you love me, that it won’t happen again.” you said and he nodded

“‘Course I love ya. Ya know I’m an asshole when I’m in a bad mood… but I’d go crazy if ya ever left me. I’m so relieved ya home. I’ll do better.” he replied

“So everything you said…”

“Nothin’, lies. I love ya need and want me that bad, because I… do need ya too. Ya make me happy. Do I make ya happy?” he asked as he rested his forehead against yours, both his hands cupping your face now.

“Not when you’re mean to me” you whimpered

“Won’t happen again. I promise, did I ever break a promise I made to you?” he continued

“No… but you’re a sweet talker with your southern charm… How can I be sure you mean what you’re saying now?”

“Because I want us to get married”

You stared at him in pure surprise. You knew the man was a family one, so the fact he wanted you to be officially part of it was a big proof of love.

“You’re serious?” you asked

“I wanna wake up with ya in my arms for the rest of my life, and I wanna listen to your pretty voice everyday, and I wanna pleasure ya and treat you like you deserve to be. I’m a shitty boyfriend, but I’ll be a good husband, ya know that.”

“I know that” you smiled

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This is back from when I was younger, I remember drawing Vincent Sinclair with the reader and I couldn’t really figure out how to draw the hands correctly

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Imagine # 985

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @tendersugarr (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

📝Note(s) - I think I read someone had this as a headcanon for Bo's name, and I fucking love that idea so I'm rolling with it. (If you know who did it, let me know. I'd love to tag them!)

Bo frowned in slight confusion at the sudden laughter emitting from his father's old office. Sure he recognized the laughter, but why was she in his father's old office? And why was she laughing so hard? Setting his cigarette in a nearby ashtray he rose from his spot on the couch, and walked briskly down the hallway, slowly creaking the office door open as to not alert her to his presence just yet. "What's so funny darlin'?" He asked after regarding that no one was with her in the office, a smile gracing his lips when she jumped with a startle. "Bo!" (Y/n) hissed with mock annoyance, clutching her free hand over her heart. "Sorry sugar, didn't mean to scare ya." He hummed as he leaned against the doorway, a smile tugging at his lips again as she wiped away a stray tear that had formed from her laughter. "Oh sure you didn't." She snorted before setting the paper she held in her hand down, giving him her full attention. "So what's so funny?" He asked again. "Oh well I found something..." She smirked before rising from her seat, taking the paper with her as she approached Bo. "What's this?" He wondered aloud as she handed the paper over, the amusement falling from his face in an instant once he realized what he was holding. "Why were you looking for this?" He asked with a frown, clearly unamused. "Well Bo if you're intending on marrying me, we kinda need our birth certificates." She mused casually. "Why didn't you tell me your first name was Beauregard?" She asked after a moment of watching him glare at the offending piece of paper. "Why do you think?" Bo sassed with an unimpressed look, making (Y/n) giggle. "I think it's cute." She cooed softly, giggling again when he scoffed at her words. "Oh please. Vincent could hear you laughing from his lair, under the Wax Museum." He huffed, before tossing the paper away onto a nearby table. "I was laughing because of how cute it is!" She insisted with a small giggle, pecking his lips a few times to try turning his mood around. "Don't worry I still love ya Beauregard." She teased playfully, laughing when he playfully shoved her away. "You're lucky I love you." He sassed before pulling her back against his chest, kissing her once his hands rest on her hips. "But do we really have to get legally married? I really don't need anyone knowing about my first name." His words made (Y/n) snort with laughter. "Well I would prefer it honeybee." She muttered softly, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. "Oh alright." He grumbled after a minute of trying to resist her eyes, smiling when she squealed with excitement. "Thank you baby! I love you, I love you, I love you!" She gushed before covering his face in kisses, making Bo laugh at her excitement. "I love you too... But if Lester or Vincent say anything about my name, I'm gonna punish you for that." He warned with a certain glimmer in his eyes, making (Y/n) blush under his gaze. "Okay." She bit her lip, secretly hoping they would tease Bo in the near future.

[suvidrache]

Tired Reader

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Word Count: 533 / Read it on AO3 | Wattpad

It was dark out, well after midnight, and the dim porch light provided barely any light in the night.

Slowly you trudged your way to the house. You took a moment to breathe in and out, knowing how harsh the climb up the stairs would be.

You began to slowly ascend the stairs before opening the door. It wasn't locked, it never was. No one would come in anyways.

You closed the door behind you, trying to be quiet, but unfortunately, you closed it harder than intended. You clenched your jaw and tilted your head back as you slowly breathed out.

Vincent, who had been sleeping in the house, had woken up before you walked into the house. When he heard the door slam, he got up and made his way down the stairs, slowly and quietly, not wanting the intruder to hear him.

The dishes had been piling up for a few days after you had stopped doing them, too busy with work to get them done.

You made your way into the kitchen, turning on the lights as you went. Not bothering to turn them off, until it was time for bed.

When you picked up a plate, the other dishes crashed down from the uneven weight.

You clenched your teeth and groaned out, not wanting to scream and wake the others, but at the same time, you sort of wanted to.

You propped your elbows up on the counter and placed your face in your hands and began to laugh.

Vincent made his way slowly to the kitchen, not wanting to disturb you or scare you, he hid behind a wall and tilted his head to the side to watch you.

You continued to stay in your position, your back to him, face in hands. You closed your eyes as you began to drift to sleep.

Vincent saw your head falling forward and he quickly rushed over to you as you lifted your head. You shook your head, trying to regain focus on cleaning the dishes.

Vincent tapped the counter, trying to get your attention in some way without scaring you.

You continued rubbing the sponge on the plate as you looked at him.

"Hi, Vin."

You said flatly, you faced the sink once again and continued your scrubbing.

He placed a hand on your shoulder as he spoke, "Come to bed, you're tired."

"I just have to finish these dishes."

He took the plate from you and sat it down on the other dirty ones.

"Come on, it's time for bed," As he spoke, he placed a hand on your face, gently, and made you look at him.

"But, the dishes-"

He picked you up and made his way to the bedroom, turning off all the lights as he went.

"The dishes can wait until morning," He said as he made his way up the stairs.

He sat you down on the bed and removed your shoes, before picking you up again to lay you down.

He grabbed the blanket and tucked you into bed, leaving a spot open, so he could lay down next to you.

"We can worry about them in the morning when you aren't tired."

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𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻', 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗔𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲, 𝗟𝗼𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗮! 𝗬𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝗕𝗼! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻’ 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁. 𝗜 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝘆𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗻', 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗼𝗰, 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁/𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻' 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁' 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁! 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗶𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝘁? 𝗢𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗮 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘆𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻' 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲. 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁’ 𝘆𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻.

𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦: 𝘉𝘰, 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘉𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘮, 𝘉𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩, 𝘎𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘰, 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦

𝘈𝘨𝘦: 35 (𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 2005)

𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦: 18𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 1970

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴: 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘳, 𝘊𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘔𝘺 𝘎𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘺, 𝘔𝘺 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬, 70𝘴-90𝘴 𝘙𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤

𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴: 𝘍𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥

𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦: 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘨 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘺. 𝘞𝘦’𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 1970. 𝘐’𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴.

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[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

[welcometowhore-rrorville]

𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃 𝐵𝑒𝒹

Featuring: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair 

Word Count: 1.5k 

Warnings: nsfw, mdni, smutty headcanons, virginity mention, dirty talk, rough sex, just general nasty things

Michael Myers

Let’s be honest—this man was a virgin before you showed up

He was in a mental institution from a young age—not exactly the best place to fuck

Still, that certainly didn’t stop him

He picked up on what to do fast—it’s not all that difficult

Still, he definitely focused on himself

Whether or not you came was not his problem

You have to take matters into your own hands when it comes to that, using your fingers to work at your clit

Most of the time your body is jostled around to much to do so

He’s not gentle

Whatsoever

Things will be broken

The bed?

A bone?

Who knows

You have so so many marks

Bruises

Cuts

You always look like you fell through a wood chipper 

It’s not like you could reason with him, though

“Hey, can you, I don’t know, be gentle for once and not fuck me against a countertop?”

Yea, that would go over well

He gets. . . better. . . eventually

Still mostly selfish

But may rub against your clit as he’s pounding into you

By accident?

Unclear

Expect to walk with a permanent limp

RIP

Definitely into knife-play

So many shredded clothes

C’mon, what’d you expect?

The mask stays on during sex

Obviously

If he’s super comfortable he might pull it up enough to bite you

But don’t expect to catch a glimpse of his face

After-care? What’s that?

You clean yourself up 99% of the time

The only time he’s ever done anything was when you passed out during sex and woke up in your bed

Other than that, you don’t expect him to provide any cuddles 

He doesn’t even sleep in the same bed at night

Jason Voorhees

Tries his best to be so so so gentle with you

Also a virgin before you showed up

Not many people were lining up to fuck an undead monster haunting a summer camp

He’s. . . big. . . everywhere

It takes a while before you’re even able to take him properly

It’s not that you were unprepared, but at the slightest flinch of your face Jason would pause and refuse to touch you again for hours

You made sure to explain that you were fine and that you weren’t made of glass

But he was still petrified of hurting you

Still, when he finally calms enough to fully fuck you one night, you’re seeing stars

He’s slow and cautious, but eventually something lights a fire within him

Rubs his masked face into your neck apologetically as he rams into you

When you’re walking funny the next day he carries you everywhere

You don’t blame him for getting carried away sometimes, and even enjoy a little roughness more-often-than-not

He tries his best with after-care but is pretty clueless as what to do with you

When you’re exhausted and curled in on yourself he thinks he’s permanently hurt you

You tell him gently to run you a bath

Will attach himself to your hip and snuggle you until one of you is forced to get up

Nestles his masked nose against any marks he may have caused, letting out a low whimper

You run your hand down his back

“I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. I’m okay.”

Tries to make your pleasure his number one priority

Will listen intently as you bashfully explain what you want and like

Does as told

He’s a little rough, massive fingers toying with your clit hard enough to have you wincing

But eventually he gets the hang of it

Refuses to cum until you have

Even when you’re giving him head, he always has to be touching you in some way, getting you off just as much as your getting him off

Sometimes he can’t help himself and cums before you, only to let out a low whine of disappointment, like he was ashamed of himself

You’re never far behind, anyways

One of the most selfless lovers you’ve ever had

The fact he doesn't speak doesn't even cross your mind

He gets his points across fine with his actions and occasional low rumbles 

And you were never much for dirty talk, anyway 

Bo Sinclair

He’s a wild-card 

Some days he’s feeling generous enough to nestle his head between your legs, other days he’s got you gagging on his dick until can’t breathe

You’re unsure of what impacts his attitude, every night getting ready to expect something different

You supposed he had a lot of things happen in life, you couldn’t blame him for being a little hot-and-cold about things

Regardless of what’s happening, he’s got a lot to say about it

If he’s not growling in your ear, teasing you with dirty words as he rams into you, then he’s moaning loudly against your lips or neck

You don’t think he’s ever quiet for more than a few seconds

What he says varies, too

Some days it’s nothing but praise

“Whatta good girl you are. C’mon, sweetheart. You can do it. Almost there—there it is, darlin’. Don’t you look like a beauty chokin’ on my cock?” 

“That’s it, beautiful. Keep sayin’ my name. Feel good, huh? Don’t close those pretty lips of yours. I wanna hear ya when I fuck ya.” 

Other days he’s grabbing your ass harshly, scolding you for muffling your moans against his neck

“The fuck you think you’re doin’? You’re nothin’ but a whore, don’t try ‘nd be bashful now.”

“What a slut. Look how wet you are for me. Gettin’ off on the thought of me fuckin’ you, bitch?”

It’s enough to give you whiplash

Still, you can’t complain that it’s boring

And it’s not like you don’t get your own enjoyment out of it

Whether or not he lingers after he fucks you depends on nothing in particular

Sometimes he’ll pull you close and press a kiss to your forehead, mumbling praises in your ear as he caresses your body

Other times he’ll put his boxers back on and rest against the door frame, just staring at you as you clean yourself up

He never leaves without making sure you’re alright, though

No matter how rough he was with you he gently traces over your body, making sure nothing hurt to bad

Then he’s back to his cocky self, trying to pretend he didn’t just treat you like a princess

There’s always marks littering your neck and shoulders

The sight of them is enough to let any tourists know to fuck off

You tried to cover them once with a high collared shirt but it only ended with more hickies and bite marks, this time high enough on your neck that even a turtle neck couldn’t hide them

He’s possessive, always having an arm or hand around you when talking to strangers that come by

He’ll, even around his own brothers he’s like that

He’s always smacking your ass or planting a kiss to your lips, leaving you to yelp in surprise

This man has a breeding kink

That’s just the facts

The thing is, the idea of having a kid makes him gag

He’s not a fan of the little gremlins

But something about you—thighs wrapped around his hips as he cums into you—the fullness of your cunt—the slight bulge of your belly—always gets him going

Maybe it’s the distant idea of raising a half-normal family for once

For now, you stay on birth control

Vincent Sinclair

He’s extremely introverted and self-conscious

You have to be the one to initiate most things

Even then he’s unsure of himself

He’s afraid he’ll scare you somehow

The first time you two are intimate it’s simply soft touches, your lips trailing over his skin as your hands stroke at his dick

It’s not sex

It’s too soft for that

You hated to use the word love-making, but you supposed that’s what it was

After his confidence is built up enough to take control, he catches on fast

He has a niche for precise finger-work, given his work as a sculptor, and has you cumming on his hands more times than you can count

He keeps his mask on 99% of the time

You don’t force him to do otherwise

It’s his comfort object

As long as he’s happy, you’re happy

Still, there are times where he pulls it off, only to hide himself between your legs

The first time he ate you out, he insisted upon a blanket draped over your bottom half, but he’s past that now, knelt down in front of you, fingers clutched against your thighs as he pushes his tongue further inside of you

You make sure to praise him every time he makes you feel good—wanting him to know it was him getting you off

It definitely helped his self-esteem

He’s still distant when others are around, but you’ve gotten to the point where you can sit in his lap and play with his hair while Bo lounges on the couch

Bo still gives you two playful taunts, but he’s just happy his brother found someone

Though he really needs to invest in some ear-muffs if you keep up with the moaning at god-knows-how-late-at-night

*cough* waxplay *cough*

[small-sinclair]

A dabble-

Random Tender Moments with Bo Sinclair

To wrap you in his arms and spin you around, hearing you giggle and laugh, makes his heart soar. He smiles as he lowers you to the floor and rests his head against yours. His fingers lock in your hand as a allows a smile to escape. With your other hand racking through his hair, he leans into your touch.

“I love you, Beauregard,” you sing. “You’re my everything.”

He laughs to himself as he kisses your palm. “I love you more, sugar cube.”

***************

Bo leans against the front of the car as he checks the oil and break fluid, but he stops and looks up to find you toying with his spare parts box. He takes the rag out of his back pocket and wipes away the oil and grim as he walks towards you.

“Find something you like?” He hums as he threw the rag to the side.

You shrug, putting a large bolt on your ringed finger. “Wedding ring?”

He shakes his head and leans down, kissing your forehead. “Later, darlin’,” he promises, taking your hand in his. “Later.”

************

When you walked into one of his killings, you froze and made eye contact with him. Frowning, you walk hesitantly towards him and held out your hand. Your ears drown out the woman’s screams as Bo takes your hand, lifting it to his lips.

“Sorry for the mess,” he drawls. “I’ll clean up. Promise.”

You shrug. “Don’t care as long as you don’t drag mug in the house.” Standing on your toes, you place a kiss on his cheek. “Dinner’s at 6:30.”

******************

His arms wrap around you as he pulls you closer. The thunderstorm and rain won’t stop until the morning. He should be asleep, but Bo can’t. The nightmares became too much tonight, but he’s happy; he has you.

You snuggle against his chest, and he brings the blankets up to your shoulders. His hand stayed on your lower back and closed his eyes. There’s nowhere he’ll rather be. With you, he knows what’s real and he’s safe. No monsters or nothing.

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Image summary of the Sinclair brothers + (Name) and K/N

K/N= Kids name

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Me with the horror slasher I managed to pull by being just as deranged!! ^_^

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Sinclair brothers level of PDA ;

Lester Sinclair ;

10/10 , he absolutely loves PDA and being all over his partner. he’s the clingiest of them all, not in a possessive way but in a “you give me all the comfort i could need and ask for, home is a person and that person is you. let me worship you until the day i die and into the afterlife” type of way. he needs to be touching you to concentrate, sleep, eat etc. he loves showing off his s/o because he can’t believe someone like them would choose somebody like him.

Bo Sinclair ;

5/10

he really only does PDA if people are around or if he gets jealous/possessive/territorial. he’s not really the loving, sweet type more of a “you’re mine and i’m gonna make sure people know who the fuck you belong to” type. expect roughness when there is PDA. he’s truly not the gentle type. you’re talking to one of his brothers without him? expect rough ass hands around your waist and him whispering “remember who you belong to? the only person keeping you alive here.”

Vincent Sinclair ;

7/10

he��s up there and honestly i can see him being worse than Bo. yes, Vincent seems nicer but he is most definitely more sadistic than Bo and nobody can convince me otherwise. i can see him being Yandere-like when it comes to his S/O. no, he doesn’t communicate verbally but physically he does. i can definitely see him carving his initials or name into his s/o to show who they belong to. he’s all over you whenever be can be. in front of his brothers he has you pulled right next to him, if you two are taking a walk in the empty streets he has to be right on top of you. he doesn’t care if the public is there or nor, you’re his and he NEEDS to show it.

[loveandmurders]

A game meeting another one I (Vincent Sinclair x GN!reader)

Hello everyone! You might have noticed I really like to write for dangerous!reader. And because I felt I wasn’t giving enough love to Vincent, it was all so natural I wrote this little two parts fic. 

I really hope you will enjoy <3

Warnings: gender neutral reader is a serial killer, mention of death, violence, blood, stabbing, graphic description at the end, a few strong words, some sexual themes but nothing too NSFW.

It has been a few months you haven’t killed anyone, and you were craving for the adrenaline pumping into your veins, the feeling of the warm blood on your skin and someone begging you for their life. You were feeling like a divinity then.

However you were trying your best to be a smart serial killer and to not end up in jail: you always killed in different places and with at least three months between them. You also tried different ways to kill so no one could think the victims were from the same killer. You were good, efficient and doing clean killing. Most of the time.

It has been a little more than three months now, and you were going crazy. You needed to kill soon; it was like a drug, or you would be completely uncontrollable. 

Thankfully you have started to date a boy a few times ago and you really had no love for him. He wasn’t even nice in bed, and he was a total asshole. Which was making it even better since he was going to be your next victim. You were playing with fire because he had a lot of friends and he was close to his family, especially his father. So everyone would notice once he would disappear. That was why you decided to find an empty place where you could painfully murder him and hide his body. You would disappear as well; you had a lot of fake identities over the years, to the point you were starting to forget about your real name.

You had convinced the man to go on a road trip with you, in the south of the country. You had spotted a few very small towns, and you thought you would choose the right one once you would be there. Your instinct was always telling you where the best place to kill was. 

You were so excited that you had thought the day of your travelling would never come. You spent your whole morning arguing with your boyfriend though, but once he started to drive he calmed down a little and it gave you more time to think about how to murder him.

After a few days of road trip, you clearly felt like you were ready to put the man out of his (your) misery. You had reached somewhere where the connection was really bad, and you thought it was perfect. Especially now he has tried to call his dad, and it failed so his parents understood you weren’t going to be reachable for a few days, until you both would get back to a more “civilised” part of the country. It was giving you some time to put your plan to execution. 

When you saw the board for Ambrose, and how sad it looked, you believed it would be the right place to play. You hadn’t even seen this town on your maps, so you knew it was going to be completely empty and you would be able to have some fun in peace. It was your turn to drive as your boyfriend was quite tired. He was dozing off so he didn’t ask questions when you followed the directions toward Ambrose. 

When you arrived, you were satisfied to see how isolated everything was. It was so deadly silent and you loved it. You woke up your boyfriend and told him that you saw a museum there and that you really really wanted to go see it. He wasn’t very impressed. But you were so excited and cute that he didn’t find it in him to say no. You even grabbed his hand as you guided him toward the House of Wax. You were so certain that the town was empty, and so eager to finally taste blood, that you didn’t notice how clean the mechanic shop was as you passed by. It was almost night too, so it didn’t help you realise what was going on. As you chatted with your boyfriend, you didn’t hear the weak cries echoing in the distance either. 

Bo was finishing some victims off at the end of the town; he didn’t notice you had arrived. But his twin certainly did.

Vincent saw the two of you coming. He hid inside one of the houses when he heard a car, and he was a little bit surprised to see a couple entering Ambrose without looking for any kind of help. People didn’t usually go there unless they needed a mechanic to help them with a car or something like that. He hadn’t received a message from Lester letting him know there were more tourists coming by either, so it was definitely strange. He felt a little bit proud that you seemed so curious about the House of Wax though, so he decided to follow you there, and to see if you were going to enjoy the museum or not.

Of course it wasn’t going to change your fate at all: he was going to kill you no matter what, but his brothers were biassed when it was about his work, so he sometimes enjoyed hearing comments from strangers. Obviously the rude ones had the most awful of death, when the kind ones were getting a quick one. 

As he watched you walking with your boyfriend, he could tell that your relationship was off. Not that he cared, because he was going to put an end to it. His artistic eye watched your body with interest. He liked how you moved and he thought of all the great things he would be able to do with you once you would be covered in hot wax. You really had the potential to be a masterpiece; not like your boyfriend. But it was alright, a town also needed basic and boring people.

He decided to send a little message to his twin, just in case, to let him know that there were two new people in town, but that he was going to deal with it. He didn’t want anything to happen to Bo. The day had been hard enough on the two of them, so no need for his twin to get hurt now.

You entered the House of Wax and your boyfriend started to make rude comments about the statues, but you actually found them pretty well done.

“You’re mean love, they look like they are made from real people!” you exclaimed as you enjoyed pretending you weren’t going to kill him. 

You always loved this moment, just before you would jump on your victim. You loved how clueless they were and how always so shocked and confused they would be after you stabbed them or shot them for the first time.

A little voice inside your head told you you weren’t alone in the House of Wax, but you didn’t listen to it, because you were busy. As your boyfriend walked in front of you to inspect a very pretty girl, you grabbed a knife you had hidden in your boot.

Vincent was hiding in the darkness, just behind a sculpture, quite close to you. He had himself taken his knives out, ready to strike but your similar gesture made him pause. He didn't understand what you were doing. You walked to your boyfriend and pressed your chest against his back. You whispered something into his ear, something Vincent couldn’t hear or read on your lips and before he could get what was happening, your boyfriend let out a terrible scream of pain. You had hit his spine so he instantly collapsed on the ground, as his legs stopped working. He couldn’t escape you that way and even if he looked a lot stronger than you, you now had the advantage.

And you started to laugh and to taunt him, telling him how pathetic he was, how stupid and boring it had been to be with him. And after each word, you stabbed him. After a little while, you sat on him, as he tried to protect himself and you laughed even louder. You continued to stab and hurt him. He had been a very easy prey but you enjoyed it.

You stabbed him so much that his head was almost detaching itself from his body. You finally stopped moving after a little while; you closed your eyes and let your head go backward, taking in the pleasure washing over you. It was even better than an orgasm.

Vincent had seen the whole scene and he was positive he had never seen someone as attractive as you. He had never thought that love at first sight existed, but he was certain he was wrong. You were an artist… And as dangerous as him. He thought that you would be a great match to him. He had never thought he would desire to be in a relationship with anyone - not like his way of life really allowed him that kind of dream - but now he was certain he wanted you. Gosh, you were so hot, so powerful, so perfect. He wished you would have stayed in your position long enough for him to grab something to draw you. He also felt how aroused he was getting, becoming uncomfortable in his pants. A few instants later, his phone vibrating brought him back to reality. 

All dead? Bo asked him and Vincent’s eye went back on you. You were slowly standing up now.

Just one of them. Gonna bring the other one home. Want them. Vincent quickly replied, knowing his twin was going to be utterly confused by such an answer. But even if the twins were arguing often, they trusted each other with their life.

You stretched like a happy cat before noticing a shadow in the corner of your eyes. Now you were done with your murder, you could hear the little voice inside your head letting you know you weren’t alone in the room.

“Is someone there?” you asked, you held your knife a little more carefully

After a few seconds of hesitation, Vincent appeared from behind the statue. You were shocked by this tall man with long dark hair and a masked face. You frowned and were ready to fight for your life. You knew that this weirdo had seen you killing your boyfriend, and because of the abandoned state of the town, you could only imagine he wasn’t the best kind of man on the planet either. He was really big compared to you so you weren’t certain you would be able to win, but at least you could take his valid eye from him, and maybe a hand too. 

Vincent was so impressed by the wild rage swirling in your eyes. You were so beautifully insane and violent.

To show you he didn’t mean any harm, he put his knives on the ground. He wasn’t certain you were able to understand sign language, so he decided to use common non verbal communication. He first pointed at the dead man on the ground. You didn’t even follow the direction he was pointing at, knowing where it was leading and wanting to keep your eyes on him. But to your great surprise, he then made a heart with his two hands. After a few instants, you let your arms go down.

“What?” you asked, your voice a little hoarse and Vincent redid the exact two same gestures. You fully let go of your stance; even if you didn’t put your knife away, you weren’t ready to strike anymore. “You enjoyed the show?” you finally asked and Vincent quickly nodded.

Alright this was the weirdest thing that ever happened to you. You weren’t used to having fans. Actually, whoever you were, whatever identities you took, you never found anyone who would enjoy you. You got used to being no one's favourite by killing someone’s favourite.

“You got big knives… You kill people too?” you asked. You never thought you would say something like that to anyone, but it was quite fun in a way. He had a little instant of hesitation again before nodding one more time. You remembered that some of the little figurines at the entrance of the House of Wax were signed Vincent so you wondered. “You’re the artist? You’re Vincent?” you asked again. You could see the man was surprised by how quick you understood that and he nodded again. He had little butterflies flying inside his stomach. He didn’t dare come closer to you though, as he felt you were still very tense. “Look, I came here because I thought it was a ghost town. I’m kinda sorry for the mess I made in your museum.” you said and Vincent shook his head and put his hands in front of him, to let you know that it was alright. It wasn’t the first time blood was spilled inside the House of Wax and it wasn’t going to be the last time either. He wanted to tell you how attractive you were to him, but he had no idea how to convey this idea with simple gestures. “Maybe you could just let me go, without any of us hurting each other?” you offered. You were ready to fight, but if you could run away without being harmed, you would much prefer it. Vincent gestured at your bloody figure and clothes. “Well yeah, but it’s not like I could take a shower…” you hummed. Your plan was to kill your boyfriend and to change your clothes in your car before finding a bad enough motel for them to not ask questions. Vincent quickly nodded and made a little step closer to you. “Are you inviting me to your place?” you asked and Vincent nodded again, clearly getting excited. You weren’t too sure it was a good idea.

You jumped when you heard a male voice calling for Vincent. Bo was too worried for his twin to not look for him when he didn’t find him in the basement. Vincent sent you a reassuring look and simply used his knife to hit the ground. The loud noise echoed in the museum and soon enough you saw a man wearing a mechanic suit appearing. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you before glancing at his brother. You noticed that the man was also covered in blood.

“You’re killing people too?” you asked and Bo’s attention went back on you; his eyes fell from the blood stains on your body to the dead man at your feet. He sent a quizzical glance at his sibling before looking back at you again.

“Ya killed that man?” he asked you as he nodded at the dead body. You simply shrugged

“Well yeah.” you said

“Well yeah?” Bo repeated, completely taken aback

“Vincent offered me to have a shower at his place” you said, you weren’t too sure if the men were friends or something like that. 

Bo sent another look at his brother who shyly looked away. Bo instantly got it. Vincent had fallen in love. Great, just what he needed.

“’Course he did” he almost rolled his eyes. You weren’t too sure what to do. They were both very big men compared to you; it would be better to befriend them and to run away in the middle of the night than making them distrust you. At the same time, you weren’t too sure what they wanted from you. Bo saw your hesitations and the twins exchanged a look.

“I’m Bo. He’s my twin” Bo explained as he nodded at Vincent.

“Oh well, nice to meet you I guess. I’m… I’m Y/N” you said your actual name.

“Why did ya kill that guy?” Bo asked, out of curiosity

“I like to kill,” you admitted. “And you?” you asked back

“We have a business. Ya see the wax statues? Our mother started them and she had a big vision for this House but she died before finishin’ it so we keep goin’.” Bo explained and Vincent never hated so much not being able to talk.

“What’s the link with the murders?” you arched an eyebrow, curious now

“Well we rob their dead bodies and… Vinny turns them into statues” Bo smirked, thinking he was going to elicit fear or disgust from you. 

“What?” you murmured. You instantly came closer to the first statue you could find and you inspected it with even more curiosity. “This is so great!” you exclaimed, taking aback both of the twins once again; you never stopped surprising them tonight. “You never have to worry about hiding the bodies because you keep them in plain sight! And with the ghost town, the cops can’t find you!” you continued. Damn, this place was paradise. “Do you need help? With the killing I mean? Because I’d be more than happy to give you my résumé” you smiled.

Vincent was so happy and Bo so confused, but the man couldn’t deny they did need some help. He also guessed he could now tease his twin about his crush, and it was worth it.

“Sure thin’, sugar. Let’s find ya a shower first, hmm?”

“Sounds like a plan” you agreed.

PART II

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