#vincent sinclair imagine

[callie-the-creator]

Brahms, micheal, vincent, and thomas hewitt reactng to our clit pircing

mild nsfw. warnings: suggestive content, ‘certain’ piercings, reader is a fmab, brief mention of masturbation (m), fingering, etc.

author’s note: ask and you shall receive! 💓

brahms heelshire

• you didn’t tell brahms right away when you had gotten your clit pierced. you knew that it would intrigue him, but figured it’d be in your best interest to let it heal first.

— it should also be stated that you have quite the habit of walking around the heelshire mansion with only a t-shirt and panties. so, when you were tired and decided to stretch, your shirt lifted, giving brahms the perfect opportunity to let his eyes wander down. the way the fabric landed in one area was…unnatural. brahms, at the time, figured that he must be imagining things. boy, was he wrong.

• later that week, when brahms was watching you from the little holes through the walls, he caught you changing. he always liked to see you like this—so calm and nonchalant as you slipped off your underwear. how erotic it was to make brahms’ hand subconsciously slip under his waistband, but when you turned around, he stopped. that’s when he saw your piercing.

• brahms nearly hit himself against the wall when he leaned forward to get a closer look.

• you looked so wonderful…a small smile crept onto his features from under his mask as he resumed pleasuring himself from behind the wall, but brahms was confused. why haven’t you told him? there must’ve been some reason. he did feel a bit heartbroken that you didn’t share this news with him, but to make it all better, he’ll have to pretend to be shocked once you tell him about your new piercing.

michael myers

• i think it’s safe to say that you were a bit scared to show michael your piercing. he’s always been unpredictable, hard to read.

— with that being said, when you told me that you were going to get your clit pierced, he was less than impressed. after your appointment, michael even went so far as to ignore you for the first few days. however, he eventually got used to it with time.

vincent sinclair

• when you got home after your appointment, vincent was working on another one of his wax statues. so, when you went down there and saw him at his workstation gathering some supplies, you leaned against him. he doesn’t care if you press all your weight against him, he can hold both of you up (and he loves whenever you do that).

— seeing that you were back home, one of vincent’s arms snaked around your waist and he used it to pull you closer to him, caressing your side when he did. he missed you.

• “guess what i did?”

— this caused vincent to stop what he was doing and look down at you, you didn’t get new clothes, your hair looked the same…so what was it? he had no clue. he simply tilted his head to show you that he was interested.

• that’s when you took him by the hand and pulled him off to the side, away from the prying eyes of his wax statue, to give him a sneak peek of your piercing.

• vincent had to do a double-take when he first saw it, but he was so gentle when he caressed your inner thigh, not wanting to risk hurting your healing clit. you’re so beautiful…

thomas hewitt

• you didn’t know how you forgot to tell thomas about your new piercing.

• but just as when thomas was about to go down on you, you remembered about it all and went to stop him, but it was too late…he saw the glimpse of the light reflecting off your clit piercing. he blinked rapidly at the sight. was he dreaming? silently, thomas looked between you, your piercing, and back to you.

— don’t get thomas wrong, he immediately became a fan of it, but it was just…hard to take in all at once. he almost immediately grazed his fingers over the piercing—careful not to hurt you in any way in doing so.

• “do you…like it?”

— how could you ask that? of course he did! his veiny, chubby cock pulsed causing his voice to ring out in delight. thomas slowly nodded, his slick sweat falling down his lowbrow and down his reddened face, keeping his focus on the piercing as he slowly inched his index and middle finger inside of you…

[vampyrgoff]

Hewos! How would the Sinclair Brothers act when they give their s/o her first kiss?

First kiss W/ The Sinclairs HC's!

sinclair brothers x fem!reader

contains— fluufffffff, minor violence in Bo's other than that its cute and its late while i write this so apologies for bad writing

requests— open!!! ill write for any slasher atp

vampyr's note— school is bustin' my girl balls fr, Sorry if the guys are a lil ooc, im delusional so I be just writing how I feel the situation would go frrrr, also its not gonna be good lol i just wanted to write something b4 bed because this is like my hobby

word count— 756 words and 3.8k characters

gifs aren't mine! credit for the dividers :D: @mmadeinheavenn thank you for your service 🤍

Bo Sinclair:

Your first kiss with Bo is rather.... gruesome :D (if you are a bo girly you gotta at least be a lil violent js)

He gives you your first kiss in his shop.

He has you talking it up with some visitors and keeping them distracted so he can strike a good kill with them

As you're talking with the visitors you notice one of the girls getting a lil too handsy with Bo. Shes touching his chest, biting her lips, and he's entertaining her too (cause he just would)

So while the other visitors leave, you ask the girl to stay back and to chit chat with you.

Once she turns her head, you blackout...

All of a sudden she's on the floor and you have a wrench in your hand thats bloody.

As she screams for help on the floor, Bo rushes up and this lil fucker has the biggest smile on his face.

"I knew you'd do somethin' about it" he coos at you.

"I-I dont know what came over me.." you say dropping the wrench on the floor with a loud bang.

"Darlin' its fine. Didn't think you'd go all out for your man like that." he'd say playfully.

He grabs you and smashes his lips against yours, dominating the kiss in seconds, while the girl basically watches and is bleeding out.

He has his hands on your cheeks and is kissing you like you just did something so amazing and wonderful.

"That's my girl." he says low and husky in your ear.

"Make sure she's the first one Vinnie does." You say as you pull away, completely flustered.

Lester Sinclair:

Your first kiss with Les is really sweet and rather innocent.

He kisses you in the forest (no not by the roadkill pile lol)

I feel like you and him just go exploring ALL the time

If you're not a nature person, he will beg you with PUPPY DOG EYES to go out with him constantly (you better give in, he deserves the world)

but I feel like he'd have a little area in the forest for you that has a fairy lights and a pretty stone path to a swinging bench that he built, just for you and him to have convos and talks.

I feel like you'd guys have this deep convo thst has to do with trauma and childhood trauma.

While you're pouring your heart out to him, he very lovingly places a small kiss on your lips as tears fall from your eyes while you remember your past and remember the things youve pushed past.

The kiss is soft, and quick.

He pulls away and is a bit starstruck at the random boost of confidence he just gained,

""m sorry. I- should've asked..." he says with the rosiest cheeks everrrr

he'll hold your hand and bow his head in shame, thinking hes gone too far.

but his heart starts to flutter once he feels your head rest on his shoulder as you guys talk some more.

Vincent Sinclair:

Your first kiss with Vinnie is adorable

It's in his basement ofc

You were in his bed, watching him work on some new sketches

Your eyes felt heavy and your breath was slowly starting to even out

Vincent hears your steady breaths after a while and rolls his chair over to you quietly, sketchbook and pencil in hand already.

This cutie straight up starts sketching your closed eyes, your nose, and your messy hair that's sprawled all over his pillow

as he adds more detail to his drawing he finally gets to the part of your face that leads to your lips.

he looks up from his sketch book and truly stares at your lips for awhile, really eyeing the depth of them and the softness of them.

he tilts his head to get a better view of them and he finally takes his mask off.

(he tends to wait for you to be asleep to finally take it off in the first few months of you guys dating)

he gets into bed with you and looks at your sleeping face and just simply admires it. the sound of your soft snores coming from your parted lips relaxes him.

eventually he very timidly places his lips onto yours, careful not to wake you up.

he places a few more pecks on your lips before pulling the duvet over your body.

after that night, it becomes a routine of his to watch you sleep and to sneak in some maskless pecks to your sleeping figure

[boringbxtch]

Face Sitting/Riding with Vincent

- AFAB Reader- female anatomy described

By clicking read more you acknowledge you will be reading smut albeit a short imagine, so 18+

Sat awkwardly beside Vincent you slowly lift your leg over his shoulders to straddle his neck, not quite ready to settle in yet. Looking down and seeing your unmasked man smiling up at you hinting for you to continue, taking a deep breath and scooting upwards but still remaining on your knees too far away from his face.

His hands guide you down so you are within reaching distance, a tongue licks across your clit catching you by surprise you jumping a little. That tongue comes back licking faster with more ferocity, looking down to see the bridge of his nose in between your lips and his one good eye looking right at your pleasure filled face.

Falling forwards slightly you angle yourself to put the focus on your clit sending a spark up your spine. He brings his hands between your thighs spreading your lips apart exposing you even further. The cold air sending shivers up your spine before he smothers it with his warm mouth back on the part you need him most. His grip is getting tighter on your thighs due to the shakiness of them but he doesn’t let up if anything he seems to gain more confidence to get messy with it.

With one hand to the wall and another in his hair you grind down feeling the beginning of your mounting orgasm. Moaning out his name and letting him know you’re about to cum he remains lapping at your clit, he lets out a groan that you feel setting you over the edge and cumming while grinding on his face to ride out your high.

[small-sinclair]

Vincent being a vampire, right?

He kisses your neck before biting down as gentle as he can. He holds your hand and will stop as soon as you squeeze his hand twice in a row. Vincent then laying you down afterwards and kiss your wound and tend to it if he went too far, too deep, and did too much. He’ll get you water, orange juice, snacks, and cuddles.

If the bite marks bother you, he would craft you chokers with anything you want on it. He’ll kiss the faded mark then you, telling you how pretty and beautiful and precious you are to him.

He would tear a person apart for you then turn around and worship the land you walk.

Vincent would be a gentleman.

[multific]

When Another Slasher Kidnaps You - Slashers Preferences

Warnings: Mention of murder, cannibalism, kidnapping

Asa Emory 

Asa would arrive home to an absolutely trashed house, his carefully collected and preserved insects were all on the floor, shattered, that alone could have made the man rage but then he saw the blood. 

This is when he noticed his lovely little butterfly was gone. And just where were you?

He looked around the house, trying to see if you were hiding but no, then arrived the police and told him their suspicion. 

He was told Michael Myers broke into his house and kidnapped you. The police promised to do everything in their power to get you back, but Asa had other ideas.

He started to look for you himself, because how dare anyone break into his home and take his most precious butterfly? And once he found you, he knew what he needed to do.

While Michael was strong and. very durable, he was not smart, Asa wanted to play on that and set as many traps for the man as possible.

Michael would fall into all of them, but never stop or die. But that wasn't the plan, the plan was to get you out of there while Michael is distracted.

Asa got to you, and he could tell you were in shock, he saw it in many of his victims and it broke his heart to see you like this.

He heard the sirens so he quickly got you out and home. Leaving Michael to the police, but making a promise that he would personally make sure Myers is dead for what he did to his favourite pet.

Jesse Cromeans

Jesse was just finishing up with a Piggy when he got the call that his man cannot locate his wife. 

Aparently, you went to the store and on your way back you decided to have a look at Crystal Lake and now no one could find you. Only the GPS in your car told them the location.

According to the people, there was a killer at Crystal Lake, so Jesse knew, he needed to act fast.

He drove to the location and without any hesitation started looking for you. He found your car first, thankfully, no blood.

Then, he moved more into the camp, he was still mindful of the traps and wires around the place. 

It was clear to him, someone was either hiding something or hiding in this camp.

When he saw the old wooden houses, he headed inside his trusty blade in his hands at all times.

The house was empty, except for the head he found in the bathroom wall.

But where could you be?

Didn't take long for Jesse to find the underground portion. He stopped in his tracks as he saw you with chains around your wrists, bound and crying.

"He will be back soon." you said and Jesse nodded. "He is not smart, but I don't want you to kill him, just get me and let's leave." you said as you tried to control your voice so Jason wouldn't hear you. Then both of you heard the door open and Jesse moved to hide. Jesse watched as a huge man appeared with a hockey mask on his face.

You knew that if Jesse tried to fight, he would lose, you saw what Jason is capable of. You needed to reason with your husband.

"J-Jason," you said and the huge man turned to look at you, "Hungry." you simply said and he nodded once before leaving upstairs again. 

"H-He would kill you, I saw it, he... he is not human. Just get me and let's run please." it was easy to sense the desperation in your voice, so Jesse didn't argue, instead he just got you out of the chains and took you with him.

Jason noticed you were gone a couple of minutes after, he ran after you but by the time he got to you, you were already leaving in Jesse's car. Jason's heart broke but at least you were back with your husband now.

"I'll send people in and kill him." said the voice from his phone but you took his hand into yours as he drove.

"Please, don't. He never hurt me. Let's just leave him okay? I promise I will not wander around anymore. No need to kill him."

"Did he touch you?"

"No," your answer was strong and immediate. It was the truth. "Jason is... a lost boy. He was protecting his land, he never hurt me."

Jesse believed you and decided to move on, having you back was all he needed now. He needed to calm you, give you a shower and spend time with you.

But Jesse was still curious how did you know so much about this Jason.

Jason Voorhees

Many years after the lady he liked so much escaped, Jason couldn't imagine finding someone much like her.

But he found you, his lovely, innocent, caring and beautiful wife.

He knew you would never run away. You proved that time and time again.

"If I ever disappear, I didn't run, I was taken." you would say jokingly but one day, that became reality.

The house he spent so much time building for you was broken into and things were thrown around. You were gone and he could tell it wasn't by your choice. 

Jason knew what he needed to do.

He headed into the big city to find his wife.

Meanwhile, you looked at the man in front of you. Patrick Bateman as he introduced himself and gave you his business card, was a very strange man.

He told you he saw you in the forest and knew he needed to have you.

The man was clearly not okay, he made you watch him work out, he would flex his muscles, and you just begged that somehow Jason would find you before it will be your head in his fridge.

Then you heard a loud bang coming from the entrance, the door was broken off.

"Run," you told Patrick just as Jason came into the room.

Seeing a man with a clear jacket and an axe in his hand while you were tied to a chair, Jason was quick to act.

You didn't watch but judging by the sounds, you heard a neck being broken and an axe being swung. 

You didn't watch when Jason released you and guided you out of the penthouse.

You had an idea that if this won't end with you being dead, it would end with Patrick's death.

But you tried not to think about it too much as you headed back home with Jason.

It was weird to be on the subway with him, but as his hand never let go of you, you knew he was very happy to have you back by his side.

Michael Myers

You promised to be back soon, so something had to have happened.

You were only supposed to go on errands. So, with his signature knife in hand, Michael headed out to find you.

Going through the neighbourhood, he left victims behind.

Just as he was about to enter a house, you came running into him. You hugged him, clearly out of breath as you were running for so long.

“Kill, him.” you said pointing at the man running after you, a man in a nice suit.

Michael didn’t need to be told twice, he immediately went in for it.

“You can’t kill me, I’m Patrick Bate-“ but the man couldn’t finish the sentence as Michael’s knife found its way into his skull.

After a couple minutes you calmed down. 

“I’m fine, he didn’t hurt me. He had an axe and wanted to kill me but I got away.”

You and Michael headed back home, after that day, he never let you out of his sight.

Yautja

Let's be honest only a Yautja would be silly enough to kidnap you from a Yautja.

Your mate is built for hunting so, to him, this is an easy mission.

That doesn't mean he would be reckless or underestimate his opponent.

It clearly had to be either a very brave or a very cocky Yautja that dared to take you from him.

Your Yautja was considered an Elder, someone with a high rank who should be respected. So, to have his little human taken from him was a clear attack on his status. 

But he was more worried about you than his status.

You were taken by another tribe, you recognized them from their last visit, you thought their leader had an eye on you, and you were right. 

But you still didn’t expect them to kidnap you.

Perhaps he did so he wouldn’t have to face your mate in combat, knowing he would lose against an Elder.

You knew your mate will come and get you.

You knew he won’t leave you behind.

And you were right. And again, you didn’t expect this new Yautja to use you as a shield in order to run away. His plan to get an Elder’s mate failed and now he needed to flee.

But he wasn’t so lucky.

Hunting him down was easy, you could tell from the movements of your mate and even his stance.

He stood like a proud Yautja as he reclaimed what is rightfully his.

Patrick Bateman

Patrick would fully not notice you were kidnapped. Then, one evening when he arrived home, it hit him like a train.

You were gone and he didn’t know where you were. He was very very angry, how dare anyone touch what is his?

Patrick was on a mission to find you and avenge you.

Meanwhile, you were kidnapped by a man who had some sort of silver skull mask and a video camera on his shoulder. 

It was clear the man wanted to kill you but. what a sadistic fucker, he even wanted to film it.

You could only hope Patrick would come to your rescue before this man can do anything at any second.

And surely enough, Patrick did show up.

Knocking the man out with an axe while laughing.

“Don’t touch what’s mine!” he yelled one last time before he freed you and off you went. After this incident, Patrick would put on the front door some extra locks.

Thomas Hewitt

Sweet Thomas was down in the basement when he heard a commotion. By the time he arrived upstairs, he saw a man in a mask and a suitcase. Tommy saw the suitcase move and judging by the noises, he knew you were in it.

Didn’t take long for the man to try his luck with a knife but Tommy was quicker.

You heard the two fight outside and all you could do is hope that your Tommy wouldn’t be too hurt or worse.

But soon, someone opened the suitcase and you saw Tommy standing in front of you, you quickly hugged him as he groaned in pain. The man did manage to get a couple hits and cuts in but Thomas was way too much for him. You watched the man’s body as Thomas made sure you were okay.

Besides some headache, you were alright.

“He wanted to take me, talked about his collection or something.” you told Tommy. But you knew you didn’t need to worry about the man anymore. He soon became small pieces and later, you made the perfect stew. As morbid as it might sound.

You were still grateful for your husband who saved you. So after patching him up, you made sure to stay by his side the entire day.

“I think, he thought I lived alone so that’s why he targeted me.” you said during dinner as Thomas ate. “He thought it would be an easy job, but he didn’t expect my brave and very sexy husband to turn up.”

Thomas blushed as he just continued to eat his food. Just how glad he was he heard the commotion and saved you from being taken.

Vincent Sinclair

Since Vincent lived so secluded from society, he never truly feared that you would get taken by anyone, that is until the Hewitt family came into the picture.

They were all cannibals as he learned from his brothers. He feared you were taken to be cooked, so he got his brothers and off they went to find you.

Bo being the loudest of the three would go up to the porch and ask questions about a lady and if they have seen anyone while Vincent and Lester looked around the house.

They found you in the basement with a man who was wearing a mask. 

“And I thought we were fucked up.” said Lester as he saw the body parts. But all Vincent saw was you.

He was relieved to find you were still alive and well. 

The plan was simple and easy, Bo distracts the family while Lester and Vincent rescue you.

It was easier said than done. 

When Bo made enough noise upstairs the man left you alone and it was their chance. They needed to be fast.

“Lester, gosh, they…Vincent, oh boys we have to be quick.” Lester quickly removed the ropes from around your legs and wrists while Vincent watched the door.

Soon you three were out as you could still hear Bo yelling with the Hewitt’s. You just hoped he wouldn’t do anything reckless. 

This is when you noticed Vincent staring at you as Lester drove his car back home. Vincent was running a finger along the bruises the rope left on your wrist.

“I’m fine, Honey. They didn’t do anything to me, really.” you smiled at him and this was the moment he realized, he will never ever let you out alone.

[loveandmurders]

Imagine you got adopted by the Sinclairs when you were ten.

Victor Sinclair found you in an orphanage: he got called to take care of you after you got badly sick.

It has been three years since you were rotting in this orphanage. Your parents promised they would come get you soon, but you long lost any hope they loved you and wanted you back. You even hoped they died in a car crash, and that was why they didn't keep their promise.

You wanted to leave this place now. You were mistreated and unhappy. You would do anything to leave, and running away didn’t work so far.

It was the first time in so long you met someone new so you promised to do anything Victor could need from you, including taking care of his sons.

Victor had always wanted a girl and he thought you could help his wife with the boys.

And if it didn't work out, he could at least hope for Bo to lash out all his anger on you. He wouldn't care and Trudy either because you weren’t truly theirs.

You were scared because you were smart enough to know Victor wasn't a good person and he told you how violent his sons could be.

But the boys fell in love with you at the second you entered the house.

Bo stopped yelling back at his mother and quickly became overprotective with you. You were the only thing that could appease him. Vincent forgot about the sculpture he was working on. Your beauty and softness made him feel overpossesive with you. You were his muse. Lester shyly offered you some toys to play with you, and your bright smile made him melt. He was only cuddles and kisses with you.

You loved them so much and you brought balance in the family. You sticked by their side when Trudy died and when Victor got killed by Bo. You would do anything for the brothers.

As you grew up, your relationship got a little bit ambiguous. After all, you were the only girl of their age in their existence. You were extremely affectionate with one another, and you had no secret for them. You sometimes kissed them, but it wasn’t fully a romantic relationship, and it never went sexual so far either.

Imagine you are fully an adult now, and you live with the twins and work close by Ambrose. Lester is often at home to spend time with you, and the twins take care of you. For instance, they wait for you to be back from work to have dinner.

You are happy. Too happy to care about the murders. You actually enjoy living with dangerous people who only love and cherish you.

Imagine one day your biological family finds you. They go to your work to talk to you. You are confused and lost. You have always thought your family died a long time ago.

Your mother is very sick, and she needs money to get a treatment. Your biological sibling wants to convince you to help and he sweet talks to you, saying he needs you, his big sister, in his existence.

You realise they are manipulating you and that your parents abandoned you but happily raised your little brother. You were the problem. You are heartbroken.

But they are good with their words. Your brother is a lot more dangerous than you can think. Your instinct knows it, but for the moment, you are too shocked to think.

You need to talk about all of this to your boys, but you don't know how. A small part of you is scared they will push you away, they will stop loving you.

Imagine you go back home later than usual that day, which worried the twins. When they see you, they instantly know something happened, and they make you talk.

Imagine the Sinclair brothers' reactions once you finish your story.

Imagine them thinking they are going to lose their girl, their sunshine, their happiness.

They don't know how they will deal with this, but they know one thing: you are a Sinclair, and you are theirs.

(Yes, I want to write for this 🙈)

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Your First Time With Them

pairings: vincent x reader, bo x reader

warnings: smut, handjob, unprotected sex, A LOT of fluff on vincent's part (in my opinion)

a/n: bo is REALLY growing on me. and also, vincent's part isn't so much their first time, more like first time being intimate because i thought it was just too tender to take any further lol. but i hope you like it <3

Vincent Sinclair

When you first started spending time with Vincent, he wouldn't let you so much as hold his hand. He'd spent so many years with only his brothers and his dog to keep him company that he'd forgotten what it was like to feel the touch of another person, a living one anyway. It was months before he finally allowed you to be closer to him, only ever flinching if you gave him no warning before touching him.

But when he finally does become comfortable enough to be intimate with you, it's when you're lying in bed together one morning. You'd been in this arrangement for a couple of months now, since Vincent had finally started to be okay with you seeing his face behind the mask. You were still asleep when he woke up, so he rolled over, gently tracing his fingers along your arm.

You groan, slowly peeling your eyes open before turning to face him, noticing the crooked smile on his face when you do. You're still getting used to seeing him so comfortable, so happy.

"Mm...you're beautiful when you smile." You mumble, bringing a hand up to brush the stray hairs away from his face.

He simply stares at you for a moment, before leaning forward and gently pressing his lips to yours. It's quick and it's over within seconds, but it surprises you nonetheless, because this is the first time he's kissed you like this. This is the first time he's kissed you.

You're unable to wipe the grin off your face then as you shuffle closer to him in the bed. And that's when you feel it, his hard length pressing against your stomach. You smile, looking down between you before looking back up at him, his mouth still twisted into a tiny grin.

"Is it okay if I...?" You ask, looking back down between your bodies, your hand already ghosting over his erection.

He gives you a small nod before your hand finally lands on his clothed cock, and he lets out a quiet gasp as you palm him through his boxers. You shuffle even closer to him under the covers, carefully slipping your hand inside his underwear, and you press a light kiss to his lips, the motion feeling foreign to both of you.

Vincent swears this is the best thing he's ever felt, your hand moving up and down his aching cock, whilst you both lay practically pressed together, his forehead resting against yours as his eye flutters shut.

And he doesn't feel like signing it, so he mouths 'I love you' against your mouth, hoping you understand.

"I love you too." You mumble against his lips.

Bo Sinclair

When you first arrived in Ambrose, Bo knew there was no way he was gonna let his brother have you, he wanted you all for himself. And he was surprised when you decided to stay without him having to use force. Bo's spent most of his life alone, never really getting close to anyone. The only person in his life who's ever stuck around is his brother Vincent, so he clings to you like a bad smell, terrified that you'll leave, although he doesn't tell you that.

It doesn't take long for you both to get intimate with each other. Bo's very sure of himself, so there's definitely no insecurity on his part. He comes home one day, still riled up from chasing some new victims through the town, and it doesn't take him long to start suggesting ways you might be able to make his day better.

He's slouched on the couch beside you, his hair practically dripping with sweat as he grins at you, his hand reaching over and landing on your thigh. "Come on darlin', you know it'll be worth your while."

It doesn't take much convincing before he has you straddling his lap, his hands roughly gripping your waist as he leans closer to you, his hot breath fanning over your lips. You can already feel his erection pressing into your clothed cunt, and it's driving you crazy.

"Fuck, you're an asshole." You sigh, your hands desperately gripping his shoulders as you begin to grind your hips over him.

"You're still here though, aren't ya?" He smirks, dipping his head down to drag his lips along your jawline.

"Jesus Christ, Bo." You groan, reaching down to unbuckle his belt, your fingers desperately working to get his trousers open.

He's still smirking at you as he helps you out of your jeans, dropping them to the floor along with your panties. And he wastes no time in pulling his aching cock out, guiding himself towards your entrance before sinking inside.

He leans closer to you, groaning as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hands desperately gripping your waist as you begin to move your hips over him, his cock effortlessly sliding in and out of you.

"You feel fuckin' amazing." You moan. "But for the record, you're still an asshole."

He simply chuckles as he thrusts up into you. "Noted."

[Main Masterlist] [Vincent Masterlist] [Bo Masterlist]

[die-die-mydarling-xx]

Run Rabbit

Pairing: Vincent Sinclair x GN!Reader

NSFW

Themes: Predator/prey, some fear play, some dom/sub

I probably should have let this sit a bit longer so I could proof-read/edit, but I was too excited to post it! Feel free to comment any advice/mistakes and I will probably edit at a later date.

Your heart raced as you ran through the rooms of the house of wax, dodging the wax figures and various other decorations as you went. You could hear the heavy footfalls of your pursuer, but they seemed to be getting fainter behind you. Out of breath, you ducked behind the old piano in the next room you turned into, feeling safe enough to rest for a few moments as the footsteps that followed you were barely audible. You tried to catch your breath as you crouched in the shadows. Despite being mostly hidden, it was hard to will yourself to stay there; the adrenaline flooding your veins made you want to continue running. You realized suddenly that you could no longer hear the movements of your pursuer. Holding your breath, you carefully listened for any indication of his whereabouts. The sudden, sharp rap of a boot on the wooden floor almost made you cry out. The sound had come from just beyond the doorway to the adjacent room. You wasted no time in scrambling to your feet and out from behind the piano, and just in time because as you did so the figure of a tall man emerged from the doorway. Your heart leapt into your throat as he lunged for you, just barely missing you. You could feel the tips of his fingers brushing against the fabric of your shirt. 

You continued running, and the steady sound of heavy footsteps resumed behind you. There was something about the way he chased you, never quite running, but keeping a swift, certain pace. Like he knew he wouldn’t have to work too hard to catch you. The thought sent something of a jolt through you, equal parts fear and excitement. You knew you wouldn’t be able to run for much longer, but you felt a little thrill at the thought of the chase finally ending. 

Seeing the door to the basement ahead of you, you made a beeline for it. It opened easily, and the hot air from the workshop below washed over you. You quickly stepped onto the stairs and closed the door behind you. It wouldn’t slow him down much, but you were still committed to prolonging the pursuit even that little bit. Even as you reached the bottom of the stairs, you could hear those confident footfalls starting down after you. Running through the basement, the heat from the fires caused sweat to run down your back, and you could feel yourself beginning to slow. Faster than you expected, you reached a dead end. You quickly turned to run back the way you’d come. He was already there, swiftly moving in to corner you. You tried to duck under his outstretched arms, but this time he was expecting the move and grabbed hold of you. You barely had time to cry out before you were held firmly to his chest, one hand moving to cover your mouth. 

You squirmed in his grasp, a futile attempt to free yourself from the tight hold he had on you. Your heart pounded in your chest as he tightened his grip on you slightly. A shiver went down your spine as you felt his hot breath on your ear, and you grasped his wrist as you again tried to twist your way out of his arms. With a low grunt, he twisted you around and slammed you down onto a nearby work table. The surprise of the impact gave him a moment to pull two wicked-looking daggers from a pocket, holding them up for a second so they flashed in the dancing firelight. Your stomach dropped at the sight of the sharp blades, although you knew he wouldn’t hurt you with them. You felt your heart skip a beat as he slammed them into the table on either side of you. It took you a moment to realize you were unscathed, as you heard the material of your shirt rip as the blades pierced it. Instinctively, you reached down to insure that you were unhurt. A large hand stopped you, quickly pushing your hands over your head and holding them there by your wrists. A soft gasp left you at the move. 

Vincent was usually so gentle during your intimate moments, often checking in with you and letting you take the lead on many things. You loved that side of him, seeing how he looked at you so tenderly, and how he touched you like he was worried you’d break under his hands. But there was a few times you’d seen him going after victims, and it put some thoughts in your head . . . Seeing how he was so unrestrained, and how easily he could throw most of them around. When you first brought the idea up to him, he’d been a little hesitant. He didn’t want to treat you like he would one of his victims, and he was worried about being too rough with you. But after you’d spent some time easing him into it, you could tell he began to really get into it as well. 

It was almost a complete shift in his personality, the way he would manhandle you during these moments. The ease with which he held you down only served to amplify the desire you felt burning in your stomach. With his free hand, he made quick work of your pants, throwing them to the floor. He took a few moments to take in your appearance, flushed from both exertion and excitement, and now partially nude on the table before him. He tilted his head as he regarded you, and you squirmed slightly under the scrutiny of his gaze. 

Unzipping his own pants, he pulled out his sizable cock, already hard and dripping pre-cum from the tip. It was clear the chase had excited him as much as it had you. A surprised yelp left you as Vincent grabbed your thighs and pulled you down the table towards him, lining his cock up with your entrance. Usually he would take the time to prepare you, and make sure you were ready to take him, but it was clear he wasn’t going to do that this time around. You let out a moan as he roughly pushed himself into you, feeling yourself stretch around his girth. It burned a little, but the mild pain only added to the pleasure you felt as he entered you. He wasted no time in thrusting into you, setting a fast pace that had his hips snapping against you. As you felt each stroke hit deep inside you, he reached up to hold your hands above your head again. 

You loved the feeling of him holding you down or against him as he fucked you. The feeling of being so helpless underneath him made your knees go weak, and you could tell over time that he’d grown to love showing off his strength with you. You let out a choked moan as he hit a spot inside you that made you see stars, and he made a noise like a growl as he roughly fucked into you. You arched your back up into him as he hit that spot consistently, unable to hold back on whimpers and groans of pleasure. The way he just held you there, thrusting into you so roughly . . . like you were just a toy he was using for his own pleasure. You must have clenched around him at the thought, because a second later he groaned into your neck. You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy, but he kept up the same hard pace as you felt his cock twitch inside you. Suddenly, he buried himself to the hilt inside you. You could feel the warm spurt inside you as he came, and the feeling sent you over the edge with a cry. He thrust into you a few more times, but they were gentler, almost lazy as he spilled the rest of his cum inside you. 

A few seconds later, he released your wrists. You could feel the ache where he’d been holding them, and you knew you’d most likely have bruises later. He moved his hands to gently cup your face, looking into your eyes with a slight worry. You smiled at him to let him know he hadn’t hurt you too badly, still feeling blissed out in the aftermath of your climax. You pulled him in for a kiss, and you could feel his relieved smile against your lips. 

“Let’s go get cleaned up . . . and I reckon I’m gonna need a new shirt.”

[kingfisheress]

Imagine…

• You being injured by one of the Sinclair’s recent victims, the man plunging a stolen knife into your stomach, as you tried to knock him out

•Vincent finding you, with your hands already bloody from trying to put pressure on the bleeding cut in your stomach, heavily breathing

•Vincent picking you up in bridal style, after telling Bo and Lester to take care of the bastard who did is to you

•Him carrying you to the house, panicking at the thought of loosing you, since you had already passed out in his trembling arms

•Having reached the medical room of his father, Vincent carefully places you on the lounger, immediately getting to work

•Vincent has done it before, on his brothers and even on himself, but this is you… he‘s is terrified you‘ll die and he can‘t do anything about it

•Him doing a very good job stopping the bleeding and patching you up, and although you‘re still unconscious

•Vincent carrying you up to your room (which was his a while ago) and laying you in your bed, he can hear his brothers calling for him downstairs, but he can simply not move

• Him crouching down by your side, taking your smaller hand in his big ones, while Bo peeks through the door, asking how you are doing

•Vincent slowly nodding and now he‘s realising how tired he really is, lying his head on your pillow, with his lower half sitting on the floor and never letting go of your hand

•You waking up with a painful pulsing in your stomach, but there is a strange calmness in you

•You looking over to see a head of dark long hair laying on the pillow next to you, lifting your other hand, that’s not gripped by Vincent, to gently stroke over his head

•Vincent slowly opening his eye and realising you are awake, which results in him fisting the sheets and starting to cry

•You saying :“Hey, hey , Vincent I’m alright!”, at which he looks up, one eye red and teary behind the mask

•You taking his head in between you hands, thumbs stroking the waxy cheek of his mask, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead

•Hearing three words through the heavy breathing of him

•I love you

Hi guys, this is my first ever story on Tumblr, let me know if I should make more of this

Love you ❤️

Edit: Please excuse the spelling and grammar mistakes, English is not my native language 😅

[imcherie]

“The tears.. are good tears?”

This is my first fic ever, hopefully it isn’t unreadable!! Not a lot of revision because I was already embarrassed to post this :p

Summary: You’ve been begging Vincent to take off his mask, he finally caves in.

You've been begging for months to get Vincent to show his face. However, you learned quickly not to pry. Even though it could seem like the twins are completely different, they are still two sides of the same coin. ..And coincidentally share the same temper, a short one. The more you pleaded, the more you could see him pulling away from you, both emotionally and physically. “Vinny, please, I need you. I want to talk to you, not the mask.” you could see his one blue eye avert your gaze. “Look, I love you. There is nothing that could deter me away from you. I promise, love.” He wanted to show you, he did. But some part of him was compiling lists upon lists of what you would do once you saw his face. Would you scream? Scoff in disgust? His brother hardly accepted the way he looked, why would you? And what would he do if you tried to leave? He couldn't bear to imagine it. You, the first person who looked into his eye, not just his mask, him. After a few moments of silence, you looked at your feet and apologized, “Look, Vin, I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't pry. It's just... I want to show you I love every part of you. I want you to know that-” Before you could finish, you felt scarred lips on your own. What had just happened?? Your face grew hot and your mind turned to mush. As he pulled away, he looked everywhere but you. He was mortified at what he had just done. Once he gathered the courage to look back at you, he noticed the stream of tears coming from your eyes. Oh shit. He swiftly signed “I'm sorry” and went to grab for his mask. You grabbed his arm and pulled him into another kiss. He quickly pulled away and signed, “The tears .. are good tears?”. You almost screamed while choking out, “Of course they are!” Embracing him into a hug you softly whispered, “You are beautiful Vincent, please please believe me when I say that. I love you. So much.”

[fandoms-unite123]

MC: Can I get a waffle?

Bo and Vincent: *fighting and yelling with each other*

MC: Can I please get a waffle?

[callie-the-creator]

the sinclair brothers’ reactions to you getting nipple piercings

mild nsfw. mdni. warnings: suggestive content, nipple piercings, etc.

author’s note: i tried to write the reader as gender-neutral as possible.

bo sinclair

• once you lifted your shirt up, bo’s jaw dropped to the floor as his eyes widened. he was still in his work getup — did you do this when he was gone? he had so many questions…but, it didn’t take bo long to shake his initial shock and replace it with his smirk

• he thinks your new piercings are hot as fuck and even made you all the more attractive. hell, he didn’t even think such a thing was possible!

• bo immediately tossed all his stuff to the closest chair and walked over to you where he moved his calloused hands up from your hips to right under your chest

• even though he likes to admit to it, bo can be quite the charmer at times. so, after he did this, bo started to shower you in compliments and as he did, lowered himself onto his knees as his hands rested on your as, like you were some deity

• all of this was a pleasant surprise, just what he needed actually, and bo cannot wait to see more of your piercings, especially in the bedroom

vincent sinclair

• he first thought you accidentally got hurt, so he came rushing to your side to help you out, only to have you you explain to him what they were

• he was, at first, confused. sure, vincent has seen a few piercings in his time because of the wax statues he makes…but…he’s never seen any that were on someone’s nipples

• when asked if he understood, vincent simply nodded his head as he moved closer to inspected your new piercings until his chest was almost touching yours

• he outstretched his hands, but didn’t touch you right away. instead, vincent glanced between your nipples, to your eyes, back down to your piercings, asking for permission. with a laugh, you gave him exactly that

• vincent made sure to be especially gentle with you as he caressed the sides of your chest, his rough and large hands slowly creeping closer to your nipples before stopping when he got close to the piercing. he didn’t want to touch them since there was a chance you were sore, so vincent merely moved his hands around the area, all the while he admired your new jewelry

• he likes them, it’s just going to take some time getting used to them is all…

lester sinclair

• “now, why’d you have to go ‘n do that?” was lester’s question when you told him you had gotten nipple piercings as he drove down the road to the house

• he didn’t want to believe you because of how unlike you it sounded. this must’ve been your way of trying to pull a prank on him…

• he kept denying that you got piercings there until you had enough of the bickering and lifted up your shirt, prompting lester to do a double-take at the sight of your new jewelry

• his breath was taken away and he was left speechless. he cleared his throat as he turned his attention back on the road whilst you pulled down your shirt to cover yourself up

• the drive to the house was mostly quiet

- that is, until lester parked his truck

• just as when you were going to hop out of the truck, lester stopped you by calling out your name, so you hesitated and looked back at him quizzically, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t somewhat upset with him

• “can i, uh…see ‘em again?”

[vampyrgoff]

NSFW alphabet: Vincent Sinclair

vincent sinclair x reader

contains— nsfw!MDNI switch!vincent, switch!reader, a little bit of a spit kink, fem!reader, breeding kink here and there, NOT PROOFREAD, blood kink/knife play, mentions of masturbation, mommy kink (very slightly)

word count— 3.4k words and 18.2k characters

vampyr’s note—THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANYTHING FOR ANYONE LOL (first time writing on Tumblr that is) and Vinny might be out of character but i tried! I'm also figuring out how i want my posts to be laid out so if you have any recommendations pls let me know 😭(PLS SEND REQUEST BTW) Some good friends of mine requested that I attempt writing this so here goes nothing :) (content starts under the cut!)

gif isn't mine!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

vincent is the BEST at aftercare (don't argue with me about this). after a long session of you guys fucking, he's already getting up frantically trying to get a rag and clean you up the best he could.

personally, I think he runs the bath for you both to get in. he definitely leads you to the bath and lets you lay on top of him. he'll also wash your hair for you or detangle it all while he's kissing your temple and shoulder every few minutes. if you have any hickeys on your body, he'll kiss every mark.

vincent also massages your shoulders and will wash your body (if you let him of course) humming every now and then to further soothe you as you lay on his chest, feeling the vibrations from the light hums.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I don't think vincent has a favorite body part of his. if he did have to choose, it would be his hands. his hands are great, they make you cum, they kill, they create beautiful drawings, and they sculpt beautiful pieces of art. he loves when he catches you staring at his hands aswell. a surge of confidence will run through him.

you're sitting next to vincent while he sketches up a new drawing. every now and then hearing a mumble or sigh of frustration when something doesn't look the way he wants it to. you've been begging for him to give you attention for the last hour already, and still, no attention comes from all your whining.

you finally look over to his hand and think about all the times they've done wonders for you. his hands are very scarred and they're always so warm to the touch. sometimes when you play with his fingers he'll pull away in fear you'll think his hands are ugly but for you it's quite the opposite.

you're daydreaming at this point, staring at his hands and you don't even realize that vincent has been staring at you for the past few minutes. he raises from his desk chair and takes a long stride over to you while you sit and he looks down at you. cockily, he'll put his fingers on your lips, tracing them while his hand rubs and caresses your throat. he loves it when you mewl and melt in his arms when he does things like this. he'll tap on your lips twice with his index finger and out of instinct you stick your tongue out as vincent hikes up his mask just for his mouth to show and spits on your tongue.

when it comes to you, he's obsessed with your chest. he loves to rest his face on your chest when he's feeling down or frustrated. sometimes he'll even take a warm hand and roll your nipple between his fingers all while he lays on the other one. he doesn't really do that often but when he does... ENJOY IT.

usually, when laying and sleeping together vincent will have a hand on your breast, kinda like a stress ball, he'll lightly squeeze it every now and then just to see you shiver and because it comforts him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

vincent goes feral for the idea of breeding you. he leaves hickeys all over your neck when he does so. semi-quiet whimpers come from him when his cock finally releases its load in you.

if you're not really fond of vincent cumming in you, he loves doing it in your mouth, he loves to look into your pretty eyes as he's whimpering for his sweet release.

if you order him to, vincent will lap at your folds and lick up yours and his cum. poor baby will keep going and accidentally overstimulate you with his thick tongue on your aching heat.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

vincent loves drawing your figure in ways that he isn't too keen on showing you. he has a separate sketchbook filled with Polaroids of you sleeping, eating, showering, you sucking his cock, and your backside while he's plowing into you. he has so many Polaroids of you so the list literally goes on 😭 but overall vince loves to draw you in scandalously clad outfits and he loves to jerk off to it while whimpering your name. you're his muse, he wants to draw his muse 24/7.

if you're not into it, ignore this! but vincent would love it if you carved your name on his skin. he doesn't mind being cut up but he for sure wouldn't want to tell you. it's just one of those things you have to find out. after a night of being scratched a bit with his own blades and having your name carved onto his thigh, he'll wake up in the morning and look in the mirror and blush at the marks. he'd be so cheesy🥺

Bo def has seen little red scratch marks on vincent and thinks nothing of them but gets suspicious when he asks about it and sees' vincent's demeanor change (i love subby vinny yall)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

oh, you know this poor baby barely has the experience, and you probably have to teach him everything. From a first kiss to how to touch your body. He's never had anyone touch him, so sometimes you can make this man's heart melt and mind malfunction with just a small hand on his thigh.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

vincent loves everything where you're on top, to be honest. He loves watching your chest bounce while you're riding him. So I guess you could say that his fave position is cowgirl. He'll whimper and cry while you continue to ride him out after he came inside you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he's not goofy in the sense that he's making jokes, he's more wholesome and might do something that makes you giggle like caress your skin ever so softly earning a giggle from you. he likes to take things more seriously and light-hearted just so that you feel comfy enough to say stop, etc.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he def started shaving when you started going down on him. he was a bit unruly and long but once you started giving him head he trimmed them down so that they wouldn't be in the way while you deep throat.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's soooooo loving and such a sweetheart i love him so much can you tell he leaves kisses all over your body. he has literal heart eyes for you when you stroke his cock, he can't help but look at you so lovingly when you please him. he's so romantic that he lights candles to set the mood in his workshop.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he never really was a fan of jerking off. Bo has tried talking him into it before you came along. always teasing him that he should be jerking off as a man's right and the he'll feel so relaxed after, but vincent always brushed him off.

before you came along, he would give Bo's suggestion of 'jerking off to relax' a try. poor baby would sit at his desk and snake his cock out and pump slowly, playing with the head every now and then, letting soft pants out against his mask. he would have SO much pre-cum leaking from his pretty pink tip lets be honest this clueless baby would probably need help with jerking off too

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink: you saw that coming whether you're domming or subbing this baby loves to give you creampies and likes fucking his cum deeper in you all the time. the thought of you being full of his cum makes him soooo happy. i def think he wants children. because he's a twin himself... you have the possibility of having your own pair of twins. (i won't lie he is scared that they'll end up like him and bo)

Knife play: cut him, sis. jokes aside, he can handle pain very well he behaves soooo well for you when his dagger is in your hand. slice him up a bit and lick his wounds, he'll go feral and get needy pretty quickly. the amount of trust he has in you is almost so adoring. he trusts you with his life. which is why he doesn't mind a few red marks over his body caused by you. if anything it makes him even more happier than it should because he loves the thought of being owned by you. once his mask is off he'll have the cutest face of anticipation when you drag the knife over his supple skin.

BDSM: vincent LOVES tying you up in all different types of ways. something about you fearing what he does to you kinda excites him tbh it's probably the killer in him amirite😩 he loves that you trust him as much as he trusts you.

maaaan this boy goes absolutely feral when he has your hands tied behind your back and you're propped over his knee. he'll fondle and massage your ass and play with your cunt at the same time. since he loves a good power struggle, if you decide you want to be dominant, vincent won't give up that easy and will give you a punishment. and what better way is there to punish you, you may ask... this man will spank you till your ass cheeks are numb all while overstimulating you &lt;3

Wax play: another obvi one but he loves lighting candles in your favorite colors and letting the wax fall on your skin. he would never intentionally hurt you, and he's an expert at knowing when the wax is too hot for the skin and when it's just right. he loves drawing things on you with the wax. maybe signing his name and stuff like that or things like "angel" or "mine". he loves watching your body react to the warm wax over your skin.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he loves the comfort of his basement, if im honest. this baby's BIGGEST fear is his brothers walking in on you riding him or you cutting him while he's tied up.

i do think he would fuck you in Bo's truck but thats an idea for a different story wink wink

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

simple touches can easily get him going. you could easily just be walking through the house in the kitchen and accidentally rub your bum against his crotch to get past him and he's already drooling over you and getting flustered by the fact that his cock is already hardening virgin activities hehe

he loves seeing you drenched in blood, it gets him excited and ready to submit to you.

There was one day you were helping Bo out in his shop. of course, there was some frat boy there asking for a car part and giving Bo a hard time. Once Bo sees you, his face lights up and he pulls you to the side and whispers, "This boy has been the worst one I've had yet, I need you to distract 'em with your..." his voice trails off as he motions towards your body with his eyes.

You rolled your eyes at him, pushing him slightly as he chuckles. You made your way over to him asking him a few questions about where he was coming from. Of course, he was super into you, I mean look at you, you're gorgeous. While Bo was gone, you began to feel somewhat unsafe. He kept getting closer to you and began to get more hostile because of your constant rejection of being flirted with.

You turn your back away from the immature boy and a few minutes later, you heard gargling noises. Quickly, you turn around and see your adorable bloody boyfriend looking back at you with his head tilted, daggers in hand cutting the frat boy's head off, blood spraying everywhere. Especially, all over you. You were kinda disgusted, some of it went in your mouth and it was all over your outfit and hair.

Vincent couldn't be any more excited than he already was. The way the blood dripped off your body, raised goosebumps on his skin. You looked like a beautiful prey. He wanted a taste of you, right then and there. Now, let's just say you and Vinny put bo's basement into good use &lt;3

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

he would never do knife play on you. sorry to break it to you if that was your thing. the thought of him slicing you is too much. if your pain tolerance sucks too or you cry a lot, he won't even dream of laying that silver blade on you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves it all. But I think he prefers to give since he's such a munch sweetheart. His skill at giving head though, for a first-timer? Pretty damn good. He's a people pleaser, what can I say? He wants more than anything to make you cum and squirt in his mouth. He loves it all. Tongue-fucking you is probably his favorite thing, too.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll do whatever you want and more. This baby is a jealous fuck. He'll always be jealous when you're with Bo, not so much Lester, and he'll even be more jealous when you're with tourists that stop by Ambrose.

The thought of you being swooned by random men and his brother is what makes his core ache. You're the only female in the town, so you're used a LOT when it comes to seeing and distracting tourists and just random people that stop by that Lester finds. Although Vincent hates it, he needs you to do it too to continue Trudy's work.

After a long day of being used as bait, you go down to Vincent's basement and expect to hug him and sleep with him but think again... This boy is gonna fuck you so hard and fast, you'll only remember his name. When Vincent is jealous too, he's such a little shit and will all of a sudden, be the most dominant and self-assured person. When he's jealous, you will be sore for the next few days

Overall, he's usually pretty soft and loving but other time you top him so usually you set the pace babes &lt;3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't do quickies OFTEN nor does he like them because he wants to take his time with you but... if you can convince him... then best believe he's gonna have you be the dom one. Just imagine pulling him into a small room and you getting ready to suck his needy cock. He'd behave sooooo well. He needs lots of convincing because he gets scared that someone will hear him or hear you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

As mentioned above, this baby gets anxious easily. He'll take a risk WITHIN reason. He loves to experiment on himself rather than you. He'd love to try out a cock ring while he fucks your tight little cunt. You'll definitely bring the moans and whimpers out of him with that one. I think he's also down to let you try pouring wax on him.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If you're subbing, he can last a good 2-3 rounds, depending on the duration of the rounds. But if you're dominant, this needy baby could possibly do more like 3-4 rounds just cause having you tell him what to do and demanding him to do things gets him going.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys are a big yes! I've seen lots of people say he wouldn't be game for it BUT PERSONALLY, I think this man is a slut for using toys on you and himself. Like I said above, this baby would love to use a nice cock ring. He'll be so sensitive, he'll get milked SO easily. He loves using toys on you too. He for SURE loves when you wear pretty butt plugs. He'll pick them out for you. I think he'd absolutely pick a jeweled one or a bunny tail one. He'd love to see you walk around his basement in a short miniskirt with your cute bunny tail sticking out from under it. He'd get so turned on that when the real hunter in him comes out to play when you're completely dressed up as a prey.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Confirmed little shit. I'm so serious. He's oblivious to things that can turn you on. Like when you rub his back and massage his hands from all the work he does, he'll let out some SEXUAL ass moans of relief, and you'll just be sitting there looking at him like "bro..." but if he TRULY wants to tease you. He'll do it. and he's gonna get you good. He'll tease you in front of his brothers. You guys will sit there eating dinner that you prepared for all of them. And then out of nowhere, you feel this little shit rub your leg and part your thighs. If a little gasp escapes your mouth... CONGRATULATIONS, Lester and Bo are looking at you funny. "You okay, y/n?" Lester will say with such genuine concern and Bo will mutter something under his breath about how weird you always are. And they'll never suspect Vincent of being the problem. So I can safely say, he'll use his innocent nature against you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This baby whimpers, and moans like crazy. They sound so raspy and deep because of how underused his voice is. He doesn't speak much, so hearing him moan and whimper is probably your absolute favorite thing. He signs usually to talk to you, or he'll write on a notebook for you guys to communicate but only in the bedroom does he use his voice a little more often. He'll say things softly like "get up." "moreee." "mommyy pleaseee" and of course he'll say that he loves you too.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This man probably wouldn't mind you fucking one of his brothers in front of him... just for him to fuck you the right way after them. But he won't tell you that. Something you'll just have to find a drawing of ;) (and his brothers are HELLA down to fuck you in front of Vince, mostly Bo, but I think Lester probs wouldn't mind but would need convincing)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This boyyyyy, lemme tell youuuuuuu. He's a good 6.5 inches and his dick is SO pretty. He has a really big tip (it stretches you out PRETTY good when you guys start to fuck) and he's cut (unlike Bo lmao) he has a big vein that runs the underside of his cock and he loves when you rub your tongue on it. He's also pretty thick in general. If you tell him that his cock is big this cutie won't even believe you. He always thought it was small or that he wished he was bigger for his confidence. But once you tell him that his cock is probably this biggest youve been with, he'll get sooooooo shy about it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive only works because of you. His sex drive is not high at all. I think he loves drawing you naked in general but after a while of reviewing the drawing and thinking about certain aspects of your body, it will get him going. Now if you tell him you're horny... thats all it takes. This man CANNOT say no to you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn't sleep a lot in general, so he won't be sleeping until aftercare is DONE and that's a promise.

[boringbxtch]

Sinclair brothers |

I’m having some Sinclair brother brain rot

You are dating one of the brothers when you find him tied to a chair or something and being surrounded by the others, he becomes the cuck and gets forced to watch his brothers use you for their pleasure, though your noise level and cock drunk face say you’re enjoying it the most

Like Bo in the chair while Lester and Vincent go at you ; how pissed off that man is going to get watching everything though I’m sure he’d be the least appreciative being strapped down for obvious reasons so maybe another method of restraint for him

Or Lester in the chair while you get tag teamed by the twins - they’ll show you how well they can work together when they put their minds to it

Or Vincent: just don’t touch his mask when he has no way to stop you, Bo being a little bitch showing Vincent how to treat a hole because right now that’s all you are and Lester being the praiser in this equation while jamming his shaft down your throat

Late nights are either incredible for my writing or terrible I don’t know yet

If someone wants to use any of these please tag me so I can read the absolute filth please

[small-sinclair]

Musical Muse

Vincent Sinclair x reader

House of Wax Slasher band!au

Tw: Vincent was in a fire (he’s okay), some hints at sex but nothing graphic described, let me know if I missed anything!

A gift for @im-his-druidess and au by @arkunder

It was Vincent’s first night home for a 7-month-tour around North America. Late night FaceTime calls, texts messages, postcards, poems— it was good to see him home. The penciled in a two-week break for Lester’s doctor appointments and for a mental break. It was good to rest and sleep in for a moment. All three of them needed to recover from the accident—

He takes a deep breath and let it out slowly. He won’t dwell on it. Not now at least. Lester is safe and Bo’s hands were healing. That’s all that matters now.

Vincent tried to be quiet when he entered. He hung his base on the hook and stopped to look at the photos of you both. One of you two in the studio, another in a band shirt, and a lovely one of you and him at the alter, saying your vows.

As soon as he heard your footsteps flying down the steps, he felt his heart pull. “You’re home!” You shouted smiling, leaping up.

He threw his duffel bag on the floor in the doorway just in time to catch you. He spun you around in the air, smiling under his half wooden-plated mask. He blushes as your kisses littered his half-shown face.

“I missed you!” You yelled, giggling as he lowered you back to the floor. He rests his forehead against yours and held your hips just memorize you once more. “I really missed you, Vincent.” You lift your hands and hold his face. “You were gone forever.”

He nods in agreement. He didn’t want to sign anything, not just yet. Vincent didn’t want this moment to be over. Having you back made his unwritten melodies complete and he could hear notes play as he takes you in. You are his muse for most songs after all.

He took your hand and guided it to his mask, gesturing to you to take it off. Your feather-like hands took off his mask slowly and he closed his eyes, shivering at the cool air. His mask hung in your hand, and you smiled when you saw his face. He’s just as beautiful as the day he left you. Your free hand held his scarred cheek, his head leaning into your touch, while your eyes tracing every bit of him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, your hand, then ending with your lips. He pulled away before holding you close to deepen his kiss.

He has time to make up. Seven whole months without your touch, your embrace… he is a sinner. Your sinner. His deity. He has to find forgiveness.

With ease, he lifts you up, carries you with his arms under your legs, and heads for the bedroom down the hall.

~~~~~~

As you slept on his chest, Vincent held up his song book, writing silently, as a watched eye on you. Your shoulders were bruised with his love and affection like his. He only wanted to be closer to you and more. What praise can he give but love for you?

A song will do.

A song just for you so others can sing praises of you, be followers of you, but none will ever be as faithful and loyal as him.

He hummed the chorus one more time before closing his book just in time for you to wake up. He sat his book aside and laid flat on his back. You nuzzled into his neck and left a small kiss over his adam’s apple. A relaxed sigh escaped his throat as he threw his head to the side.

“Did you miss me?”

He nods, tracing his answer in your skin, ‘Yes.’

“Bed was too cold while you were gone,” you noted, his thumb gently making circles in your back. “But sleeping in your shirt’s comforted me.” You drew a heart in the center of his chest. “I took care of the plants, too. The cactus gave birth so there’s baby cactuses. Guess that makes us grandparents or something.”

He smirks and chuckles.

Silence was warm and comfortable between you two. The soft thumping of his heartbeat made house feel like home again. “…I really missed you,” you murmured. You felt Vincent’s lips in your hair as he pulled you closer to him. In a way, that was him showing that he’s here and you’re safe. “For a while, I went crazy thinking you weren’t coming home. I saw the fire at that wax museum you and your brothers were playing, the wax falling Lester’s back, and they got a video of your mask melting…” your voice trailed as he stiffened at the memory.

If the silence is too loud, he can still hear his baby brother’s voice screaming in pain and agony. Bo and he made dirt out of the inferno, but Lester was trapped, scared and alone. He remember he took off his mask before running back on Bo’s heels; his mask felt too heavy to wear that night. He still sees how bright the orange and yellow flames were as Bo moved wood and metal off his back. He ended up burning some spots on his hands but he doesn’t care. He was just as desperate as Vincent to get their brother out. Each twin took an arm and raced out with him before the museum’s gas could explode. Bo and he cradled their brother then paramedics rushed to his side and took him to the hospital.

He remembered how the world of heavy rock and metal was quiet for the night.

That’s why Bo canceled two weeks of interviews that night, 16 days ago, so they can recover from everything.

He gripped your body tighter and held you closer. You figured he must’ve been scared because he didn’t give you room to wiggle or move. Your hands held his arms and closed your eyes. “I’m happy you’re okay and safe. I’m happy and thankful.”

Vincent made a soft noise, agreeing with you.

“Just want to stay like this and cuddle,” you said, not asking. Luckily he nods in agreement, lifting the blanket up higher over your shoulders.

He didn’t want anything else but this. Vincent wanted you in his arms, in his heart, engraved into his mind. He’ll finish the song and draw a picture of you to put up in the bus. For now, he’ll focus on you and the reality of this feeling.

The sunset over the town like a dream.

[slasherstories123]

You're "New Beginning" story that you made for me was so beautiful, that I cried. I was hoping maybe when you have the time, you could do a part two? Where the S/O and Vincent date a lot, and that she bought Vincent a new sketchbook and artist pencils.

Bo wanted her back, even though he said it's over, he got bored. Until he caught her actually dating Vincent after he climbed through the window with a small bouquet. The S/O refuses to go back to him of course, she loves Vincent now.

If you don't want to, you can just delete it and ignore it

New begging pt 2

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Ever since the break up with Bo, it tore you apart, but his twin was there to bring you back up, you didn’t want to be with Vincent just yet, and he respected that. Waiting for whenever you were ready, when you did, he was happy, Ecstatic. Honestly, he treated you better than Bo did, you two always spent time with each other in the basement where he worked, or crafted. Even teaching you a few drawing skills. Mainly, you’d watch him draw or paint, always putting his hair in a braid or ponytail so no art products would get in it. He was grateful for it, grateful to have you for himself. You were happier with Vincent. Compared to Bo, he’s sweet and gentle.

Since Lester came to town, you decided to get groceries and other items from stores, thanking Lester for taking you as you got back home. Waving at the truck pulling off. You put up all the food that belonged in the cabinets and fridge, leaving a certain bag out. Black hair tickled your neck as you put up cans of soup, giggling to yourself, knowing who it was. “Hello to you too Vince.” Turning around, you hugged your boyfriend. His arms wrapped around you, returning the hug, chin resting at the top of your head. “I got you something,” You pulled away to grab the bag, smiling at the small head tilt he gave you, taking it to see what you got. It was a large sketchbook and sketch pencils. You paid attention to his art supplies, seeing that most of his sketchbooks were filled and the pencils were low.

“I thought you could have a bigger sketchbook, plus it was on sale, made me think of you.”

The man smiled under the mask, gently tilting your head upwards so his masked lips could kiss your forehead, his way of saying thank you. You kissed his mask cheek. “You’re welcome, Vinny.” You took a good look at him, his back was still kinda hunched forward, indicating that he’s been sitting in a chair for hours. He looked sluggish. Tired even. “Is this your first time coming out of the basement since I left?” You cupped his masked face ever so gently. He shamefully nodded, hair tickling your nose, you rubbed it so you wouldn’t sneeze. “Vinny you gotta learn when to take breaks, your health matters.” His soft hands grabbed your wrists, thumbs rubbing against your veins. He understood.You hated it when he didn’t take breaks or would spend up to hours working on art or sculpting figures.

His forehead rested against yours, making you laugh. Looks like he really missed you today. Sounds of plastic filled both of your ears. Vincent turned around to see his twin brother at the door with a bouquet of flowers in his right hand, wearing the blue suit he’d always wear at the church. Tilting his head upwards to look at the two of you. He stood there silent. You had a feeling that you knew what he wanted to say. You whispered to Vincent, giving him the bag and telling him to go downstairs, you’ll meet him down there.

He looked at Bo and complied, nodding his head and leaving. Now that you two were alone, you leaned against the counter and crossed your arms. “Bo?” You spoke. The man took a few steps forward, handing the flowers out in your direction. “I…” He paused, you moved your hand in a way telling him to continue. “I want you back darling.” “I’m not your darling. Not anymore, you had your chance and you blew it. Badly.” He was taken back by the response.

“Come on Y/N don’t be like this…”He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. Okay?” It was rare for Bo to even apologize at all, so it caught you off guard, only a little. Shaking your head, you pushed the flowers to his chest. “I will accept your apology, but I’m not getting back with you, as you can see, I’m with Vincent, and am much happier with him. Like I said, you had your chance, plus, you were the one that broke up first, remember?”

He didn’t say anything, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t describe. Plus, he never acted like he wanted you back until now. It was like he didn’t care at first, but got bored. You weren’t gonna make that mistake. He might do the same things again, you weren’t going to fall for it.

“So, you can take those flowers, and give it to the next woman that comes to Ambrose, I’m sure she’ll love it like I would’ve done.” You gave him a smile, patting his shoulder, leaving the man alone in the kitchen to pounder in his thoughts. Ever since the breakup things have been weird, especially since you had to stay with Bo in order to play your role in getting the victims to trust you, but after a while everything was fine. You thought he was fine, going back to his old self since he didn’t have to worry about a partner, who knew he'd turn around and try and ask you back despite him breaking up first.

As you left the kitchen, you ran into Vincent, just by his body language, you could tell he was guilty. You sighed. “You heard everything, didn’t you?” He nodded slowly. You hugged him, feeling slight tension be released from your shoulders. “Just know that nothing is going on. I’ll always be with you.” His body slightly tensed up, but hugged you back, Glad that you chose to stay with him. “Now come on, I’d like to see more art you made since I was gone. After that, you’re taking a nap, it looks like you need one.” You could tell he was happy at the sentence, head slowly nodding. Plus, a nap sounds good. Holding your hand to guide you to the basement, where you could praise him for the beautiful art he’s made.