#ugh they’re simply so babygirl i can’t

[phntmeii]

♡ Dating Bo and Vincent Sinclair Headcanons:

❝ She always said your talent would make up for what God took away from you. ❝

[SFW Headcanons]

Pairings: Artist!Reader x Vincent Sinclair. FemBimbo!Reader x Bo Sinclair.

Warnings: Slight pervert!Bo Sinclair, Mentions of kidnapping+murders, Manipulation.

A/N: Sinclair Twins are some of my new favs. They are so delectably made I can’t- So here are headcanons BUT with describing what their specific types are instead of keeping it vague. Also, I view Vincent as a selective mute who’s vocal chords are a bit fucked up so he only speaks a few times a day so not a complete mute.

Vincent Headcanons:

✎ Vincent hasn't had any dating experience so much of what he knows is from what Bo has told him which didn't make it interesting in his eyes. But when he sees you, all he wants to do is admire you for whatever reason.

✎ He’d specifically go after you and be the first victim he’d kidnap rather than outright kill.

✎ He tries to convince you he isn’t dangerous (to you) and does little things to prove it. Showing off his drawings, playing music for you, writing notes and letters to you.

✎ Vincent would honestly come off strong because he doesn’t understand how fast or slow a relationship to go. The moment he spotted you, you were already his in his mind.

✎ When you fall for him despite his masked face and silent behaviors, you adjust and get used to him. After all, he wasn’t bad at all. He’d keep you in his room which was tidy and neat as his mother taught him, he’d make sure you were completely taken care of and he was sweet in his little notes.

✎ Vincent’s handwriting is perfect as he was taught to do. His notes would be a little formal but adorable things to find before he slinks away to his studio. “Hello, Y/N. I hope you are adjusting well. :) I wanted to know what foods you like so I can tell Bo to make them. Please write back before lunchtime.”

✎ When he discovers you were an artist as well, he was giddy and excited! Someone who knew what it was like to cycle through ideas and fixate on a project for hours on end.

✎ His few words he’d speak a day would be regarding your own art. No matter what it was, he’d tell Lester to get you the supplies for it and watch over you as you worked.

✎ His ragged and hoarse voice spoken into your ear. “Beautiful…”

✎ He’d randomly gift mini wax sculptures of your favorite animals each week that he worked on between sculptures. Each one better and better than the last.

✎ Vincent thrives on your praise. Sweet boy can’t help but lower his head and blush under his mask at each compliment.

✎ His favorite thing about morning routines were when you’d touch and brush his hair. The massaging at the scalp and tingly feeling he’d get as the brush ran down his black strands felt all too good. He’d also let you do whatever hairstyle you wanted.

✎ Vincent would draw you constantly in his sketchbook. He has pages and pages of different angles of your face, what clothing you wore on a certain day or how you posed during breakfast.

✎ Any and I mean ANY sketches you give him in return? He’s holding onto it like it’s pure gold. He hangs it in his studio where he’s at the most to view it all the time.

✎ Trusts your critiques and observations more than anyone else’s and often asks for your opinion on his pieces.

✎ Doesn’t believe that you like his face without the mask but when he sees you present him with a sketch of his half-mutilated face, he’s stunned. To see him, the truest version of him, as something you deemed worthy to spend time depicting absolutely melts him. He starts to become more willing to remove his mask around you especially if it means he’ll get more drawings like that.

✎ Bo would want so badly to tease Vincent for how he acts around you since Vincent is absolutely infatuated but Bo and Lester find it adorable and are happy Vincent found someone despite everything.

✎ He would definitely want to do those heart hands or hand holding wax molds with you and keep it on his desk.

Bo Headcanons:

> This man’s perfect woman has to be a bimbo, I’m sorry. Someone who is perfectly stupid to overlook some toxic qualities to him and won’t suspect any of his more… violent hobbies.

> Doesn’t have to be the stereotypical busty, all-pink wearing bimbo but just a pretty but airheaded girl.

> He’d originally plan on killing you when you showed up saying your car broke down. You were pretty but so were some other victims who had come through Ambrose. But that dumb factor? Oh, now he’s all in.

> Absolute charmer and reels you in and away from the rest of your group. He’d keep making up reasons as to why you should stay for longer than lie about where your group went.

> He’d keep you sat in the gas station, seeing you so easily entertained. He’d put on that charming smile and tuck your hair behind your ear. “Seems like everyone left you behind, sweetheart. How about you stay jus’ a bit longer, hm? Still need to fix up that car a’ yours, don’t we?”

> He does absolutely use your ditzy and air-headed nature to his advantage to tease because who is he if not a teasing charmer?

> “Aww, sugar, there ain’t much goin’ on in that pretty little head a’ yours, is there?”

> He has purposefully done something to make you trip so he can catch you and make it into a whole romantic scene.

> Absolutely brags to Vincent and Lester about how perfect his girlfriend is.

> He cannot get enough of you at the end of the day. He may have gone into it looking to just use you but consider yourself a charmer as well because he’s soon completely enraptured.

> He enjoys watching you get ready in the morning. Bo will get distracted himself and end up just watch you do your makeup for ten minutes, admiring how pretty you look for him.

> NOTHING BUT PRINCESS TREATMENT!!! He can be toxic and a tease but he likes to be a gentleman too.

> He’s kneeling to put on your shoes on for you, kissing up your leg as he does. He keeps a hand on your back to guide you as you two walk together. Don’t even think about paying for anything because his hand is already in his pocket, ready to pay.

> Bo spoils you rotten. He can’t help it when you smile so sweetly at him that it’s honestly unfair. Sometimes it’s stuff at the store other times it’s stuff he stole from a victim before they met their end. You wouldn’t know, of course, so it’s always a sweet thing.

> If he’s buying you clothes, he’s picking out the tightest options so he can see your body constantly. He’s already turned on constantly by you but he wants to have you all dolled up for him always.

> Although sometimes it can be annoying to have you be so oblivious, he resists any direct insults or rude names since he knows you’ll take it to heart. He never wants to see you upset.

> He knows how much you love his Southern accent and dials it up to 11 with sweet pet names when he needs you for something.

> “Sweetheart, do me a favor an’ pass me the wrench? S’got the blue handle, honey, you know which one.”

> Favorite thing he’s seen you do is when you stole his clothing and became a mini-Bo. Wearing his hat and a jumpsuit all proud of yourself and he couldn’t help but chuckle and claim you should dress like that more often so people know you’re all his.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[littlemessyjessi]

“A Deal With Cupid”: James Fleamont Potter: PS Reader: Chapter 11

(A/N: Reader has a very cute/kawaii aesthetic to her and is all about the pampering.  I was originally gonna make her an oc but I know a lot of you have been missing reader content so I figured this would be a good compromise.  A reader insert with all that that entails but with a little bit of a theme, lol)

Also, big thank you to Delilah for comish-ing this chappie! I hope you enjoy it love! 

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James was positively buzzing with excitement.

Y/N has finally overcome her sickness...and period...with the help of the four of them mother henning over her.

And, of course, with the help of Madame Pompfrey's potions.

And just some good old fashioned rest and relaxation.

James discovered something about himself during the whole process.

And that something was that when Y/N got sick... he turned into the biggest sap in the world.

He hated it that she was sick.

Absolutely hated it.

But also...he kind of loved how needy she was and how she wanted him to hold her constantly.

Which he was more than happy to do, honestly.

The only time it was particularly gut wrenching was when he had to leave for classes or quidditch.

And of course, the absolute misery that was when McGonagall came to investigate about the sick girl and found them curled up in his bed.

To say that James panicked would've been the understatement of the century.

But the professor simply gave him a stern look and reminded him of the rules that she was sure he'd no doubt break before telling him to inform her that she is to return to her dorm when she wakes up.

James had whined incessantly but relayed the information none the less.

He walked her as far as he could before she simply pecked his cheek and went to bed.

He didn't even see her for two days but it would seem that bit of of uninterrupted rest was exactly what she needed.

That morning, he was up with the first rays of sunshine and on the Quidditch pitch for practice.

They'd spent the early hours running drills and preparing to absolutely slaughter Ravenclaw next weekend.

So he fully intended on having a shower and collapsing in his bed for a quick nap before tracking down his girlfriend to check on her.

When low and behold, he opened his dorm room and the scent of orange and cream filled his senses.

Music was coming from the door to his lav and he could smell the familiar scent of that vanilla candle.

Y/N was here and taking her bubble bath it would seem.

"Love?" James called out to her gently, as not to startle her.

"In here, James!" she called back. "I'm in the tub!"

"Oh alright, love.  I'll be out here when you get out!" he called back.

He was fighting with himself because he missed her and wanted to snatch her into his arms but he also wanted to give her her space and be respectful.

"Ok, but I mean, you can come in her, babe.  It's fine.  I'm covered by the bubbles anyway." she said and James went rigid.

"Bubbles pop, love." he chuckled nervously.

"Not these." she giggled.  "They're my own invention.  I'm a frickin genius."

"And so modest." he teased poking his head in the door to see her sitting there in a tub almost overflowing with bubbles.

She shrugged and grinned mischeviously, "Even if they do pop I think we're past that stage.  You held my hair while I puked for the past week and literally cleaned snot out of my nose."

"Yeah, that was gross." he said finally stepping into the lav and taking a seat on the edge of the tub.

Her head was wrapped up in a pink scarf, protection her hair from getting wet and there was a purple face mask covering her skin.

James couldn't help it as a soft smile crawled onto his face.

"What?" she asked furrowing her brows at him, making the mask crack a bit in places.

"Nothing." he said with a chuckle.

She splashed some water at him, "Tell me."

"Nothing." he said reaching in and splashing him back.  "It's just, I love how comfortable we are with each other.   We haven't even had our first kiss yet and here we are.  I'm covered in mud and I stink from Quidditch and you're literally sitting in a bubble bath.  You don't seem concerned with that at all."

She shrugged, "It's cause I know you won't hurt me and I know I can be myself with you."

"Me too." he smiled. "Mud and all."

"Eh." she shrugged again and pointed at her face.  "You have your mud and I have mine."

"I guess that's true." he said.

"Do you want to get in?" she asked and James nearly fell in the floor.

She giggled wildly, "I just meant because you need a bath, James.  You've been to practice.  It doesn't have to be weird if we don't make it weird. It's just a bath."

"Yeah, but we'll be.."

"Naked.  Yes." she said.  "But again, it's a bath.  If you're not comfortable that's ok.  It was just an offer anyway."

"No, no, I'm ok with that.  I just don't wanna- what I mean is- I don't want to ever make you feel like- ugh, fuck- I can't - I just don't want to-" he stammered.

"James, I'm the one that brought it up." she said pointedly.  "If I had a problem with it, then I wouldn't have said anything."

He nodded with a gulp.

"Er, uh, ok?" he said.

She tilted her head, "James, if you're not comfortable it's ok.  There's not pressure. I'm cool either way."

"No, no." he said. "I'll have a bath with you.  I just have to."

"Oh right." she said closing her eyes and creating a shield with her hands.  "Ok, go ahead.  I can't see anything."

James chuckled as he undressed, "I wasn't really worried about that but thanks for the thought."

"What do you take me for?" she teased.  "Someone who would take advantage of you in your vulnerable state?"

"And what state is that?" he asked dipping into the hot water of the tub opposite of her.

"Exhausted from Quidditch, of course." she giggled.

James snorted as he moved some of the bubbles around to cover him.

"Alright, I'm covered." he said and she moved her hands to reveal her grin.

"Helloooo." she said impishly.

"Hello." he said.

"Want some face mask?" she asked holding out the purple tube to him.

"Maybe later." he said leaning his head back on the edge of the tub.  "You know, I'd planned on a shower but I think this is much better."

"Well a soak is usually great for aching muscles.   A massage is too.  Come here and I'll rub your shoulders." she said.

James' eyes snapped open and he went rigid again.

"Uh, what?" he squeaked.

"Oh, James relax." she laughed.  "I was just gonna rub your shoulders. I know you hold a lot of tension there."

"Are you sure?" he asked, searching her eyes for any speck of hesitation.

"I won't bite." she grinned. "Unless you ask me too that is."

James narrowed his eyes at her.

"Don't you start." he said before slowly making his way over to her.

He checked her face once more for any sign of discomfort but she only smiled at him.

He turned around and she slowly pulled him back into her.

He had to work to ignore the way his skin felt against hers.

"See there." she said, placing a kiss to his jawline. "And you were scared for nothing."

"I wasn't scared, love." he admitted, relaxing as he felt her fingers gently massage his shoulders.  "I just don't want to ever do anything that hurts you or makes you uncomfortable.  You mean way too much to me.  I'd never do anything to-"

"I know, James." she said, kissing his cheek and running her fingers through his hair.

He sighed and continued to relax until he was leaning against her heavily.

She soaped up the wash rag and gently washed his chest, letting the bits of dirt slide down into the bubbles concealing them.

James continued to let her wash his hair and rub his shoulders for a bit before he leaned back to look at her.

"Thanks, babygirl." he said. "I didn't realize I needed that but I did."

"I got you." she said.  "Just like you've always got me."

He nodded, "Couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

"A week ago I might not have believed you if you said that to me but you did put up with me while I was sick AND on my period. I'm a terror when I'm like that." she admitted, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and placing her cheek into his wet hair.

"You just felt bad, love." he said, kissing the back of her hand.  "You couldn't help it."

"Still." she shrugged.

"You weren't that bad, honestly." he said. "You just wanted a lot of cuddles. But I'm always more than happy to provide that service."

She giggled behind him and he couldn't help but grin softly.

"Hey James?" she said and he leaned his head back to look at her again.

She was looking at him differently and he was mesmerized by the twinkle in her eyes.

"Yeah, love?" he asked.

She didn't say anything as she leaned in to connect their lips.

James' stomach turned and flipped as they melded together.

He never would've imagined it to happen this way but it couldn't have been more perfect.

They finally seperated and James opened his eyes to see her looking at him oddly.

It was only when she started giggling when he noticed the mask on her face was smeared everywhere.

"There's purple all over my mouth isn't there?" he asked but her giggle told him everything he needed to know.

He splashed his own face with water to wash it off before a mischevious glint took over his features.

"James Fleamont Potter, don't you dare!"

"Too late." he said and send a tidal wave of water crashing into her.

The purple mask leaked off her face and her hair wrap was soaked to her head ... but she was smiling.

She pounced on him, trying to drown him in the bath water.

It was in that moment, when she was laughing wildly and simulataneously trying to murder him that James wondered how he'd ever gotten by so long without her.

She was the love of his life and he never wanted to spend another moment without her.

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Ask and you’ll receive 👅 Roman Reigns

Warnings: smut, angst

Relationship: Roman Reigns x black plus sized reader

“Excited for your match?” I ask

“Damn you look good and yea I’m ready I’ve been waiting to get my hands on Brock for too long now”

“I kn-“ Brock gets on the mic and looks into the camera

“Roman reigns ugh when we have our match next I’m gonna destroy you exactly like I destroyed your little girl toys throat last summer”

“What the hell?”

“Y/N Yea everyone knows her. Me and her had passionate love making”

“Y/N” he’s fuming by the second.

“Roman we didn’t have sex I put that on my life”

“Then what the hell is he talking about”

“Ask him” I dare

“Y/N I’m asking you have you and Brock-“

“Do you believe me or not?”

“I don’t know”

“You know what just go do your match I’ll be waiting to leave when you come out” I walk away and to my locker room. I watch as everyone stares at me. Dean and Seth come up to me and I break down.

“Sweetheart what happened between you and Brock”

“I was drunk and I kissed him but that was years ago before I had even met y’all and Roman doesn’t believe me”

“Calm down Y/N he’s just mad at Brock for even saying your name he’ll cool down after a few rounds with us” Seth rubs my back and I nod.

...

The entire ride was silent between me and Roman. Roman won by default because Braun came out and attacked him. He hasn’t spoken to me at all.

He pulls into the parking lot of the hotel and we get out with our bags.

I walk to the front of the desk and check us in. The man smiles at me.

“Here you go sweetheart” I can feel Roman burning into him. I look up and stand corrected as he glares at the receptionist.

“Thanks” I take his large hand in mine and drag him along to our room.

We come across a huge room with one big bed and a view of the beautiful night sky. I set down the bags and sigh looking at the sky. Roman sits on the bed pushing his hair back behind his ears.

“Baby girl come here” I look back and go over to him. He sets me in his lap and runs his hands past my hips.

“I’m sorry. I believe you it just takes me a minute to process things especially with all this stress on my shoulders”

“I understand and if I’m being honest and this was completely before I knew you but me and him kissed and that was completely it”

“Ok” he nods. He kisses my lips and I smile.

“I’m going out to have some drinks with the boys tonight. You’ll be ok right?”

“Of course” I stand up and he stands tall above me

“I’m gonna order room service I need some macaroni and cheese in my life do you want anything?”

“Nah” he goes in his pocket and pulls out a $5.

“What’s this for?”

“To tip the person”

“I got it Ro”

“Take the damn money like you take them strokes” I snicker and cover my mouth.

“I hate you” he kisses my cheek and slaps my ass leaving the room. I do as I said watching love and hip hop in the process.

After waiting a little while my Mac and cheese finally comes and I give the guy the tip.

When I shut the door I get a text. I pick up my phone and tap the messages from Roman laying my finger on the Touch ID.

They’re both from Ro.

I gasp and feel my wetness start to collect. I send an emoji and sit down fucking up my Mac and cheese. It had chives and some other seasoning that made it taste so good.

I’m watching the show and the door unlocks. Roman walks in an looks at me.

“Hey”

“Hi”

“Lemme get a bite” he says

“Ayo I can’t have anything to myself”

“Girl stop playin and let me get a bite” he leans down and takes a bite of my Mac and cheese “damn that’s good”

“I know”

“Now I’m gonna take a shower and when I get back I’m tasting something else”

“Yes sir” I wait for a little bit still watching the show. I go on my phone and look at my Instagram feed. I like a few pictures and the bathroom door opens revealing a low hanging towel clad Roman. He smells so good.

“I wanna brush your hair” I say

“You’re spoiled”

“You made me like this” I grab his butt and he jumps.

“Don’t do that” he laughs. Roman grab some basketball shorts and throws those on not even bothering with underwear. He dries his head with a towel and lays between my legs. I grab a brush and begin going through the tangles.

“I really wanna give you some Bantu knots”

“Is that the little Lauryn Hill shit you do with your hair?”

“First off don’t disrespect a queen like that and yes it is”

“Hell Nah” we watch tv and I finish playing in his hair

“Done?” I give out a small yes “ready for me to turn over?” I think he means like laying on my lap and me rubbing his back.

“Yup” he flips his body and he takes off my underwear “oh wait I thought you mean something else”

“Nah I said I needed a stress reliever” I smile and he dips his head down kissing and sucking on my thighs. I lay back and let him do his thing. He moans and his tongue circles around my clit.

“So sweet” I bite my lip “don’t hide it baby lemme hear you”

“Oh god” my back arches and he wraps his lips around my clit. My stomach contracts and I’m left with no air.

“Ugh keep going please” I push his hair out the way and scrunch it up in my hand.

“Ro fuck” I moan. His large hand kneads my breast and the pleasure becomes too much for me.

“Wait wait”

“Nah” he says simply. Roman uses one hand to press my body down and he begins to thrust his fingers inside of me.

“Oh my god” I shriek

“Are you gonna cum already?”

“Yes baby I’m so close” he latches only my clit again and I begin seeing black spots painted throughout the ceiling.

He moans intestifying everything. Roman rides out my orgasm and comes up licking his fingers and lips.

“I can’t get enough of you” I smile and he leans down kissing me.

“Ride me babygirl” I flip us over and kiss his lips taking down to his stomach. I take off his shorts and stroke him. He hisses and sits up. I kiss the tip then take him as a whole down my throat. I give little kitten licks to his balls while his dick is penetrating the back of my throat.

“Shit baby I need to be inside of you” I kiss the tip and come up. I straddle his waist and he holds me up.

I sink down on him and his large tattooed arm wraps around my waist while the other holds up the top half of his body.

“There you go” I begin moaning as I bounce on his fat dick. Roman was packing. He’s about 8 inches ON SOFT.

“Fuck you ride me so good baby girl”

“Roman” I grab his hand and push it around my throat.

“You like that? You love when daddy’s in control huh? Even if you are bouncing on my dick that like little whore you are” Roman has never degraded me like this before and it is so sexy.

“Keep going” I moan. He presses his hips forward jutting into me. I scream out.

I clench myself around him and he moans “you keep doing that and I’ll put a baby in you”

I moan and he litters me in marks.

“Ro don’t stop I’m gonna cum”

“Yea? I want you dripping everywhere for me baby soak me up”

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” I repeat. He holds me and I wrap my arms around his neck.

Roman sloppily penetrates me and I can tell he’s bottoming himself out.

“Oh shit” he moans.

He slows down and comes to a stop. Roman stays inside of me and smiles.

“That was amazing but you might wanna take a plan b tomorrow”

“Don’t play with me you know I’ll get in the car and go get it now”

“It’s too damn late and plus I think I’m still a little stressed maybe sitting on my face-“

“Ok we’ve heard enough” I hop off him and grab my shorts.

“Put these on those are too small” I roll my eyes earning a slap to my ass.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me” we get dressed and open the door seeing Seth and Dean.

“What are y’all doing here?”

“Dean wanted you to make pancakes then we heard you screaming and got scared then heard you call Ro daddy which is weird didn’t know you were into that”

“Well my boy relieved his stress”

“For the most part” Ro winks. I hit him and go to the kitchen beginning the pancakes.