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nymphomatique · 4 months

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your nerd miguel fics are so good i didnt even know id like dom!reader this much

imagine slutty!reader getting ready for another party and she's barely wearing anything, pretty tits n ass spilling out of her clothes. she's leaning forward over the vanity to do her make up, and miguel cand help but get distracted from (her) homework, and just looks at her plump ass peeking from under her flimsy skirt. he begs her to let him rub himself on her and with hesitant hands he grips her hips and dryhumps her like a dog in heat

well, yes!

cw: slight dom!fem reader, sub!miguel yall know the vibes, me indulging in fashion for a moment, dry humping, miguel cums in his undies, this one’s a lil sweet i fear, awkward ending soz, edited AND proofread y’all 🙏🏾 (can’t guarantee no mistakes however)

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❤︎ a/n: i’m a dirty liar and forgot to upload this yesterday but!! she’s here and she was a labour of love! everyone who survived the great barbie drought of winter 2023-2024 gets a pin and goodie bag at the door. nevertheless, enjoy!! 💋

“hey, four eyes, this dress or should i wear a skirt instead?”

brown eyes you’ve come to know so well, more than you’d like to admit, flit up to meet yours momentarily until they look at the two articles of clothing hanging on hangers between your manicured fingers. in one hand, a mesh cut out dress with a deep plunging neckline, and a khaki mini skirt in the other.

“um, skirt. y-you looked pretty in it when you bought it, so um- you should wear it,” miguel mumbles, a pink tint sweeping its way lightly across his face. you’re feeling particularly sweet on him today. it’s been hard to keep your eyes off him as of recent, his chiseled jaw, thick lips, and who could ever forget the resplendent pools of brown that takes form of his eyes. eyes that make your face heat up, setting your body ablaze and feeling feverish under the slightest of glances.

he’s classically handsome, that much you won’t deny, as much as it kills you.

you silently take his suggestion in heed, quietly stripping in front of him to change into the skirt he suggested, and pulling on a black long sleeved crop to to match. you silently lament on the memory of the day you bought the skirt, how you had dragged miguel by his shirt alongside you that day to the mall to sit and watch you buy clothes at any and every store, designer or department, and shuck your bags into his strapping arms. you had wandered into miu miu, miguel trailing not too far behind you with your bags from blumarine, versace, cavalli and more comfortable in his hands. he sat patiently in the waiting chairs as you picked up an array of shirts and skirts and accessories, until you were ready to try them on. miguel sat and watched as you said no and turned your nose up at nearly everything until you tried on a khaki skirt, sitting so low on your hips the straps of your red thing peeking above the waistband.

you turned and twirled in the mirror, admiring the skirt on yourself until you turned to miguel himself, walking up to him as he’s sat to ask him, “you like it?” and like it he does, a hefty hand trailing up from your thigh to your hip, tapping your your hip softly. “you know i do, baby,” and you giggle at his answer, twirling for him before walking back the dressing room to change, not before biting your lip and beckoning miguel to follow at your heels with a pink painted acrylic nail. and follow he does, because he’s such a good boy.

you feel roused at the memory of your dressing room quickie in the same skirt you’re wearing now. and you’re sure miguel feels the same, and you don’t miss the opportunity to provoke him at any moment.

you bend over, slow but curt, fixing up your makeup in your large vanity while your ass sits out in direct display, the short fabric of the skirt lifting as you bend. your black thong is made visible as you bend and wiggle you hips. you steal small glances in the mirror to where miguel is on your bed, sitting in a sea of linear calculus books, and sure enough the methods of linear are long forgotten to focus on your exposed backside. you giggle and turn your head to look at him, and his lips purse when he realizes he’s been caught. before he can sputter anything out, you stand and turn to him and ask him, “see something you like, dontcha?”

a silent swallow and a nod is miguel’s response, his growing erection answer enough for you.

“beg me for what you want.”

and there’s a brief fleeting moment after the words leave your lips. an unspoken fervour in the air, perhaps a mix of what hasn’t been said and all that’s left to say about the two of you. you feel hot, your gaze burning through miguel’s clothes, burning his skin all the way across the room. you want him, you want him, you want him. and he’s looking back at you, a subdued but still present lust in his eyes. you see the submission, his compliance. yes, mistress.

his knees hit the floor, and then his rough palms follow suit and he’s crawling towards you until he’s not, and his sat like a good little boy in front of you painted feet, and he does what you ask, he begs for your touch, your taste, your mercy.

“please let me touch you, i need it, please please please. can i have it? can i touch you, mommy? i don’t even have to be inside you, j-just your touch and i can- i can cum. please? oh god please-“ miguel babbles, his hulking form looking up at you from the floor. you feel like the wind has been knocked out of your chest. he just needs your touch. you card a hand through his thick wavy locks, gripping at the nape and pulling his head up to look at you.

“just need my touch, hmm?” you look at him and he nods. whimpers. so fucking pathetic. “i’ll let you hump me like you want. my subservient little puppy needs it, huh?” you coo mockingly. a string of yes’s and thank you’s leave miguel’s lips and you get up and turn around, bending over to brace yourself on your vanity.

you’re fully presented for miguel, and there’s an empty beat of stillness between you both, you make eye contact with him in the mirror and quip, “gonna keep me waiting?” and he knows better than that. he’s up on his feet, unbuckling his belt and shucking his jeans down and off him, standing in his boxers, swollen and full with his erection. he moves behind you, placing his hands on either sides of your hips.

“no ma’am.”

you can’t help but pulse in anticipation. you look at him in the mirror and find that he’s looking at you already and you feel yourself heat up. please don’t make me wait anymore, you think. like he’s read your mind, miguel’s covered erection is pressed up against the gusset of your panties, perfectly slot between your ass cheeks.

and experimental hump sends you bouncing forward a little, your breasts jiggling a bit, a soft sigh of satisfaction leaving you. finally. another hump, miguel’s strong hands pulling your hips back towards his crotch and you gasp a bit and the pleasure. another thrust of hips, and again, and again until it becomes a steady rhythm of soft sighs and low groans. and it goes on from a thrust to a trust and grind, and oh! the meat of miguel’s dick rubs up against your clit and you can’t help but moan.

your moans are joined by miguel’s whimpers, his hips rocking so intensely it has you burning up inside so much that you think you might cum from the stimulation. “s-so good baby, fuck,” miguel let’s out and you keen at his praise. you’re so good, you’re his baby. you push and grind your hips up in time with his, feeling yourself begin to soak through your panties and maybe onto miguel’s dark boxers. you can’t hold yourself together anymore, feeling yourself come apart so you drop your head onto your vanity’s surface, hoping to salvage some semblance of your pride.

the thick hands on your hips move to find purchase within your skirt, grabbing fistfuls of the short fabric before pulling your hips back with a staggering strength. you feel your knees buckle a bit, and your head shoots back up with an accompanying moan.

miguel pulls you down while pushing himself up into you and it feels so fucking good. your palms feel clammy and you feels as if you’re still sanding by the grace of god. every nudge of your clit feels as if it’s short circuiting your motor functions temporarily and you feel so overwhelmed to the pleasure, you can do nothing but succumb to it, and the man granting you it.

“m’gonna cum miguel. so good, so fucking good. wish you were inside me so i can feel you. wish you could feel me cum around you. f-feels so good please don’t stop! i’m gonna- oh!” you’re mumbling and babbling incessantly, canting hips and soft whimpers that turn into heavy groans only further pushing you past your limit through this titillating pleasure.

“fuck, gonna come with you baby. come with me, please mommy i need it,” miguel moans. his hands release your skirt and dig into your hips once more and you’re sure you’ll find salacious marks there in the morning but you don’t care, not when you’re so close.

a particular hard thrust sends you reeling forward, head almost hitting your mirror and you can’t help but give out within your legs. you feel them shake and almost go numb at the pleasure. you’re left helpless, cumming violently and soaking the fabric separating both you and miguel as miguel continues his assault against your poor pussy. he fucks it- humps it?- raw, overstimulating you to the point of pain when finally he finishes with a final thrust, his nails digging into the meat of your curvature. you feel his cum seep through the material of both of your arguments and you moan as it hits the gusset of your thong.

miguel lets go of your hip and you wobble a bit, using your upper body upon your desk to stabilize you. you’re both panting and heaving, taking in the intense and carnal display of lust between the two of you. you’re quiet before you hear miguel pipe up, breathlessly, pulling you from your daze.

“thank you, mistress.”

smug bastard.

#sub miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara drabble #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel atsv #miguel o’hara smut #miguel atsv smut #atsv miguel smut #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #you’ve got mail💌#<nerd!miguel3

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randomperson3736 · 2 months

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Love me for eternity

Paring(s): Tim drake x wife! Reader, Dick Grayson x sister-in-law! reader

Warning(s): love, first love type of love, kinda sad backstop ig

Genre: fluffy

Summary: y/n faked her death to protect her husband, Tim and their son s/n only to have them find her again 17 years later.

Word bank: y/n- your name, s/n- your sons name

"Dad please just listen to me!" S/n whisper yelled at Tim as he walked behind him, through the hall of the warehouse. "I have to tell you something very important. And I know for a fact your gonna love it."

"S/n... can this please just wait until we're out of this creepy warehouse?" Tim sighed heavy as he continued to walk down the halls, S/n following close behind. "Dad-" S/n could barely finish speaking before he walked into Tim's back. He stared ahead of Tim and saw Dick standing in front of one of the doors, a shocked pale look upon his face.

Dick turned around and patted Tim on the shoulder before mumbling out, "Ah...., You may want to take this one..." He sat down on the cold floor and leaned against the wall. "Oh boy..."

Tim just rolled his eyes before pulling out his Bo staff and heading towards the door, S/n right on his heels. "Woah! Dad, could you put the staff away please?" Tim just ignored his son and pushed through the door before freezing in his place.

His eyes were wide, as he stared at who was behind the door. His long-lost love. His flower. his darling wife. His beautiful Y/n, who he had thought he had lost forever. His Bo staff had fallen from his grip and made contact with the hard floor; his words stuck in his throat. S/n and Dick stood behind him, unsure of what to do or say.

"I know what your gonna say Tim..." Y/N stared sadly at Tim as she spoke. "How could I have done this? Stay away all these years, and why didn't I come back to you? To our son?" She weakly pointed at S/n who was still behind Tim, trying to keep her tears at bay. "I-I had to do this Tim.... it was for your own safety.... our son's safety." Tim heard all her words but didn't listen and just walked towards her.

Y/n backed away as she saw Tim walking towards her. "I know that I left you to raise S/n alone.... but I thought he be better off without me..." Her back hit the wall. "And I was wrong. I see that now, but...." Tim was now face to face with her now. "Oh, stop being so Tim, Tim.... Go on... shout! Scream! say something!" Tears fell from her eyes as Tim gently placed his hand on her cheek. She gasped quietly.

Tim's eyed were soft as a small, pained smile filled his lips as he gently held her cheek. "You're as beautiful as the day I lost you..." Y/n stared shocked at Tim for a moment before her lips slowly met his and the sparks flew, just like how they did all those years ago. S/n smiled as he saw his parents finally together again. "They really are like eternal love...." he mumbled under his breathe just so only Dick could hear.

Dick held back tears in his own eyes as he watched his younger brother finally happy again. "Yea.... Those two could be apart for thousand years and still find a way back to each other.... their love never dying."

S/n just hummed as he watched his parents a little longer before turning to his uncle. He stood there dumb found as he watched Dick slowly letting his teats fall. "Ah... Uncle? You need a hug or something?" Dick looked at S/n before nodding, wiping away his fallen tears slowly.

"There, there" S/n patted Dick's back as he held back laughter. "Not a word of this to Jason, got it?" Dick threat as he sniffed. "Sure thing...."

#fyp #x reader #batfam #dick grayson #batfam x reader #tim drake #tim drake x reader #wife reader #dick grayson x reader #dc comics #dc universe #tim drake x wife reader #imagine #tim drake robin

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phenomenalgirl9 · 9 months

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Jungkook x Reader: I loved you so bad

Summary: This is Part 2 of Lost You, you will surely keep the baby, but what of you and him?

A/n: don't cancel me, I'm very nervous about this part. I just wrote Lost you thinking nobody will read and poured out feelings in it. Even this one is filled with feelings. I really hope you guys liked it.

W/c: a lil more than 2k

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You sat on the floor in front of the bed in the spare room that Jimin and Chan like to call Y/n's Room. You were staring into the blank wall, the gamjajeon that Jimin had made for you long forgotten. A single tear left your eye and you didn't even realise, not until you heard Jimin calling for you and you quickly wiped it away. "Someone's here to see you," he said. "I don't-" you started but he just nodded his head and heard footsteps the next moment. You put your head down only to be engulfed in a warm hug, more like the person enveloping you. You looked up to see Mingyu, his always cheerful face had bo spec of joy.

"What happened to us?" Was the first thing he psaid as he looked at you, his eyes filling with tears as well. "Mingyu-" you were interrupted before you could say anything. "I'm gonna divorce her" he said, and you went stunt. He continued "she tried to get all my assets under her name, even company shares! She's a sneaky b-" he stopped himself. "I realise why you, Jihyo and Chan were so hostile towards her. I'm so sorry! It's all too late now" and with this he broke down and this time you rushed over to hug him. He hugged you tight as well and said "I'm so sorry for unloading on you and for everything that happened" he said. "Jungkook fucked up, but that's not your fault. Let's not dig dead birds" you said and wiped his eyes and sat down. "What did you think of doing?" He asked and you looked at him confused, he looked towards your stomach and then to your eyes. "It's my baby, I'm keeping it regardless" you said. He smiled his cheeky boyish smile "you're gonna be a great mom" he said.

"Well you'd be a greater mom if you'd leave the house" you heard and turned to see Chan at the door of the room "Come to the office, there's so much left for you to do" he said and you smiled and nodded, Jimin appeared from behind him and cheered. These two have been dating for two years after Jimin became your assistant. You phone rang and you looked at it to see your mom's number, you silenced it and looked back to find surprised faces, as your mother and you were very close and it was unlikely you would not receive her call. "She keeps telling be to either abbot the baby or give it away. I will not, I can manage" you said firmly. "You're not alone, you have uncles," Chan said, making you laugh. Suddenly you heard another voice saying "and aunty", as Jihyo appears and rushes to hug you. "I'm going to break that fucker's face Chanie is coming with me" she said and you all laughed. You all missed this, this laughter had been long gone, you all came down all together to meet and talk. Minji would generally be gatekeeping Mingyu and Jungkook barely cared. You all missed what it used to be like. Mingyu joined your hug and so did Chan. "Jimin get here" you mumbled and he was included in your group hug.

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You looked up through the glass of your office to find Jimin standing and talking to a very known figure. The person saying something and Jimin vigorously shaking his head a no and guarding his way. You sighed and walked out, as soon as his eyes trailed on you you almost saw a gleam in his eyes. May be you were imagining it you thought laughing internally. "Office hours are for official purposes only. If there's no official requirement, then leave" you said and were about to turn around and leave. When he called out "you did not renew the contract. It was signed by our fathers" he said. You clenched your fists and turned and said "I made a new contract, as far as the old one concerns my father has passed away and in no way would discourage me to not improve the company stardards because of sentiments. Now if you'll excuse me Mr Jeon, Jimin meet me inside for a minute please" you said and walked back to your cabin smiling at the person you were having a meeting with and apologized for leaving. You quickly wrote a note and handed it to Jimin and motioned towards Jungkook who just kept looking at you through the glass.

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Jungkook stood there talking to Jimin asking him yet again to let him see Y/n just once. Jimin never opened the door for him when Jungkook had gone to their apartment to meet Y/n. And he was failing here as well, he couldn't make a scene here, he can't let things get worse. As he spoke to Jimin he watched how you takked an interacted to who seemed like your new business associate. Sitting on that chair was no other than Min Yoongi, no way you were having business with him, Yoongi was your senior back in high school and in college as well and he made it very clear back then that he liked you. You even went to senior year prom with Yoongi, as he had gine with Minji.

He remembered the way Y/n's eyes looked at him over Yoongi's shoulder when he was dancing with Minji. Suddenly, you stood up and walked outside. You refused to look at him at first but later when you did your eyes looked dead at him, unlikely of how you looked at Yoongi or even Jimin.

Once Jimin came out after talking to you he handed Jungkook a note.

"Company cafe 12:30 pm, 15 minutes"

He looked towards his watch and found he had to wait an hour, so he did.

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"Seriously Y/n I thought you were better than this" Yoongi said, "I thought so too, I've just been dumb" you said. "Doesn't mean you have to stay dumb and keep on hurting yourself" he said.

"We're here for thr business, Yoongi" you told him. "Then come out on a dinner with me where there will be no business talk" he said, the weight of his look was too much so you dropped your gaze. You shouldn't have, because you noticed the way his dress shirt hugged his body and his now, broad shouders. His veiny hands that rested together on the table along with his beautiful fingers. Min Yoongi is a desirable and polished man, yiu knew that, but it could be due to the hormones but you felt like you saw him in a new light. You nodded your head and smiled at you, that smile suddenly made all the rest of your worries disappear. "Today, I'll pick you up at 7pm, text me the address" he said as he stood up and picked his coat and extended his hand to shake, as you thought. But the moment you presented yours he brought it to his lips and kissed it. "See you" he said with a gummy grin and left.

You sighed and sat down as Jimin looked at Yoongi and then at you with excited eyes that told you, that he saw what just happened. You looked at the time, and it was 12.50pm already, so you headed towards the cafe.

"What do you want?" You asked the moment you sat down infront of him. "When will you come back home?" He asked. You chuckled "home?" You asked cocking your eyebrown. Jungkook looked taken aback "our apartment" he said, damn he had so much hope in his eyes, you wished this was atleast few months ago, cause that Y/n would had ran and hugged him. But the Y/n you are today doesn't give a fuck about this, rather you feel repulsed. "I am not going back, at least not now, I need time to process what I want. And to confirm you, yes I am pregnant, you are welcome to stay in his or her life but I don't think there will be anything much between us. We can co-parent if you want." You said and Jungkook's head was down. "Will you never return to me? Have I lost you?" He asked. "You should have thought about that when you went to Minji when I needed you!" You whisper yelled. "I didn't understand back then, I didn't know. I was dumb please-" he tried to reach for you but you backed away. "I've told you what I had to say. I'll go now, I have work and I think, so do you" you said and stood up and walked away. Jungkook noticed his phone had 3 missed calls from Minji, he shook his head and stepped into his car and drove towards his office.

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It was 6.58pm when Jimin let you know that Yoongi had arrived with a smirk on his face. You had considered if moving out but Chan and Jimin insisted on staying with them (two men) for the pregnancy and birth so that they can help during and after the delivery. Hence, you continued staying

Yoongi took your hand into his and lead the way, he opened your car door for you to settle in before closing it and walked to his side. The two of you reminisce about old times, Yoongi very cunningly avoided any talk that involved your now ex-boyfriend.

In the restaurant, being the gentleman that he is, he pulled your chair for you. "Wine? Sir?" A waitress asked and he shook his head a no "juice for us" he said. You looked at him surprised and he said "you shouldn't drink when you are pregnant" he said. "You know?" You asked in shock. "Your mother might have called me up to tell me" he said, fixing his hair, a habit he has when he is nervous. "Are you aiming to talk me out of it?" You asked. "Y/n, this is your baby, you do whatever you feel is right. I will always support you" he paused to take a breath and said "I would love it if you'd let me stay beside you" he said looking at you. You remember this look on his face the same one when he had asked you to prom and when he asked you out on Valentine's day in college. Both times Jungkook was the first thing that came to your mind. "Let's see how we go then" you said, flashing a smile and he flashed a gummy smile at you and held your hand, rubbing comforting circles on the back of your palm.

You remember those times during high school when Yoongi used to almost force himself into your room and refused to move on days when Jungkook ditched you for Minji. You thought he pitied you, so once you had told him "you don't need to do this! I'm not really looking for your pity". "I'm not here because I pity you. I am here because I want to, I'd rather you spend time with me than that jerk, or better to say than waiting for that jerk" he said. You remember how even when you were young he used to give you candies and chocolates. Even though his father and you didn't really see eye to eye, that never stopped Yoongi from being around you.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked him when he asked you out to prom. "Mr Jerk asked Little Ms Bitch to prom, do you wanna be a loser and go alone?" He teased, "I won't be alone, I'll go with my friends" you said and his face judgy face said he won't take that shit, so you said yes. Yoongi was good, he always cared about how you felt and never overstepped your boundaries, if only you could like him then things would be better, you used to think. Even in college, when Yoongi had to partner up with a junior he had written your name without hesitation. You always enjoyed your time with him. "You know how I feel about you, I feel worse when I see you wasting your love on him" he had once said.

Thus, when your contract was over with Jungkook, you reached out to him and he immediately agreed to this deal. You found out, even working with Yoongi was better than working with Jungkook as you generally did most of the planning with Chan, but Yoongi had important inputs to place and ideas that enriched your plans. You took so long to see him, you wasted so much feelings and time, when this person was there for you all along. Even in a crowded room all you saw was Jungkook, who's eyes would be instilled on Minji, but Yoongi's were always on you.

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As dumb as luck could be there sat Jungkook in a corner of the same hotel on the same floor as you and Yoongi sat with his board of directors having a business dinner. He clenched his teeth as he watched you laugh at Yoongi's jokes and he reached out to hold your hand. The images flashed in front of his eyes when he reached out for you this morning and you curled into yourself.

He remembered how you used to look at him with the same eyes as you are now looking at Yoongi. He now remembers how slowly that light started dimming and that night the light in your eyes wasn't there when you looked at him. His mind reminded him of all those promises he broke, dates he missed, of all the lost time that he put behind someone whom he shouldn't have given daylight to. He remembered all those tears he made you shed. You've been there for him all this time and he dared to take your presence for granted. He dared to think you'd wait around for him forever? How could he make the most important person of his life feel like shit. Maybe Mingyu was right, he did try to tell him about Minji's malicious intentions months ago, but Jungkook only saw that Mingyu was mistreating Minji. He refused to see the truth time and again and lost the last chance he had to bring himself back, to correct himself. Now, all he has were your memories and the child you promise to let him co-parent, maybe that's enough for him, it has to be. He lost you and it was his own fucking fault.

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bosinclairsgff · 4 days

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Slashers reacting to self harm scars

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF HARM

Warning: talk of self harm, Otis’s is kinda dark, kidnap

Includes: Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Bo Sinclair, The Grabber, Amanda Young

Baby would be laying down with you in bed one night. She loves cuddling you and covering you in kisses. The kisses would start at your neck and go the way down to your hands. That’s when she feels scabbed over cuts on your arm. Immediately she sits up and grabs your arm. “Sugar, what happened?? Are ya okay? Did someone hurt ya?” She asks frantically. You would have to explain to her what happened. She’s heartbroken at first, not understanding why you would do that to yourself. Baby loves you so much and wants you to see how amazing you are. “Oh sweetheart, you don’t have to do that. It’s okay ya know I’ll take care ya.” She says sympathetically, pulling you into a tight hug. “Please don’t do that again sugar, come to me, I’ll help you.” Baby says. You nod in response, maybe she could help you.

Otis wanted to take a shower with you, which you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity for getting him clean. The only bad thing was you had just relapsed recently. You did not want him to see that right now, not knowing how he’d react. Otis went ahead of you and started the shower, getting in first. You slowly followed behind him. “What the fuck is taking ya so god damn long girl, I don’t have all fucking day.” He shouts. You pick the pace up, undressing and stepping into the shower with him. Immediately his eyes fall to your arms and thighs. “What the fuck happened to ya?” He says reaching out to touch your arm. You wince and pull back. “I asked what the fuck happened.” He states in a darker tone. Taking to long for his liking he grabs you by the neck and pushes you against the wall. “You think it’s okay to harm yourself like that mama?” Otis questions again. You shake your head, struggling to breathe. “You ever pull some shit like this again, and I’ll show you real mother fucking pain bitch.” He growls into your ear.

For the past few days you’ve been walking around Ambrose in a long sleeve shirt, keeping it on day and night. Bo starts to notice after the first day. How you avoid him touching one of your arms. Even at night when you usually sleep in one of his oversized shirts, you’ve stuck to a tight long sleeve. So, he confronts you one night. “Darlin, why are you wearin that damn long sleeve shirt in the middle of a Louisiana summer?” Bo questions while tilting his head to the side. It catches you off guard you thought he hadn’t noticed. “Oh I’m not sure. I didn’t even realize I had been wearing a long sleeve shirt. It does keep the sun off me though so that’s good I suppose.” You try to laugh it off. He looks down and chuckles, before grabbing you roughly and the wrist. You yelp in response. Before you can protest he harshly shoves your sleeve up your arm, making you wince in slight pain. His eyes widen at the sight. “Baby, why would you do that? I never want to see this shit again. You understan me?” He barks out like an order, gripping your wrist tighter. “Okay! I promise I won’t do it again, please let go.” Satisfied, he lets go.

It was the third day you had been taken and kept in this hell like basement. You knew it was The Grabber who had taken you. Sometimes when you woke up, you found him sitting near the mattress, just watching you sleep. It scared you but also brought almost a sick comfort. This time he came downstairs he had a small cardboard box in his hands. “I brought you a….new shirt and new underwear. So I can wash your pants.” He says smiling. You say nothing in response, just nodding. He sat down the box in front of you, watching, waiting for you to make a move to look into the box. Scared, you move forward and taking the shirt and underwear out of the box. “Where can I change?” You say, just above a whisper. The man chuckles darkly. “You’ll change right here dove.” His dark smile growing larger. Not wanting to make him mad you take your shirt off, revealing your arms to him. His eyes stay emotionless but intrigued. “Oh my little dove, why do such a thing? Your skin is so beautiful.” He says in almost a kind, caring voice. “I don’t know, it helps me calm down. The world can be so much to handle.” You respond putting the shirt over your head. You couldn’t hide your arms as it was a short sleeve shirt. It was however just oversized enough to hide your most precious parts from his eyes as you changed underwear. Sliding the cardboard box back over to his feet with the dirty clothes you look up at him. He squats down, now eye to eye with you. “What will you do now to handle the world?” He laughs darkly, getting up and leaving you alone in the dark basement.

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soapyghostie · 11 months

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Hi there 👀

Can I have Thomas Hewitt, Lester Sinclair and Jason Voorhees with Male S/O who gets tense/irritated and angry easily? For example, someone is talking too much and male s/o gets so tense, his body is hard as a rock and he starts breathing heavily.

Hey! Hope you like it!

Thomas Hewitt

Honestly, for once, Hoyt is actually scared of someone. He doesn’t even try to bother messing with Thomas anymore ever since you showed up. Hoyt likes to push people’s buttons all the time, however when he did it to you, he got sucker punched in the jaw and was out like a light. Yeah! That’s what you get for calling Tommy a worthless piece of shit!

Whenever Thomas sees you starting to get angry, he’ll take you somewhere secluded away from the family and make you take deep, calming breaths. He doesn’t want you to get so blinded by rage that you hurt any other of his family members.

He’ll make you help him with his chores. You can’t get angry if your mind is busy with something else, right? Thomas has a short temper too and keeping busy helps him stay calm. You don’t have time to worry about stuff that bothers you when there are things to be done.

Well, apparently chores didn’t work. Yeesh! Thomas thought his temper was bad, but yours is definitely worse. You seriously get angry over the smallest things. It irritates him how easily angered you get. Yes, he’ll be your personal punching bag all you want, but you also become dangerous to the rest of his family.

He sits you down and you guys identify your triggers. He even suggests you go seek a professional to help you manage your anger. Thomas even gets Hoyt to agree to letting you see a counselor in the next town over. He just doesn’t want to get uppercutted to outer space again.

Lester Sinclair

Bo doesn’t mess with you or make fun of Lester anymore. When he first got introduced to you as Lester’s boyfriend, he shamed Lester for being gay right in front of your face. You got so angry and Bo could tell too; he could see how tense your muscles were and how tightly you balled up your fists. He was about to tease you when…. WHACK! You gave Bo the blackest black eye no one has ever seen before. Let’s just say that black eye took weeks to heal.

When Lester starts seeing you get angry, he tells you to hop in his truck and takes you for a joy ride! Yay! Fun! 😃 You guys like to drive to a lake not far from Ambrose. Nature is pretty calming so Lester hopes you’ll find a sense of mind while fishing the lake.

Your anger gets the best of you around tourists, especially when they make a rude comment to or about Lester. Lester is pretty used to rude comments: it normally doesn’t bother him. However, this one time you and him were taking some tourists to Ambrose when one of them made an awful comment that actually upset Lester. You didn’t hesitate. You threw yourself into the backseat and strangled him: you ended up killing him.

Bo and Vincent had to confront Lester about your temper because it was ruining their scheme. You killing tourists before they even stepped foot in Ambrose would put them on the map for the police to start investigating and they didn’t want that. Bo told Lester if he didn’t get you under control that Vincent would turn you into a wax figure.

That sent Lester in a panic. He sat with you and talked about your temper. You agreed to go see a counselor to learn to control your anger. Lester takes you every week to the next town over for your counseling sessions and you guys even get ice cream afterwards. 🙂

Jason Voorhees

When Jason first came across your short temper, you guys weren’t even dating yet. In fact, you guys didn’t even know each other at all. You and your friends were all sitting around a campfire on the Crystal Lake property, Jason stalking you guys from in the woods afar. One of your friends decided to tell the tragic story of the Voorhees. During the story, one of your other friends made a nasty comment on Jason’s face and you exploded in their face.

Flash forward, Jason is pretty aware of your temper and knows every single thing that triggers it. He does everything he can to avoid your temper. All he wants is to not be yelled at. It makes him sad so please don’t yell at him. He’s a sweet boy. 🥺

Your anger drives you to kill. Everytime you overhear someone talk bad about Jason, you tense up. You're just so blinded by rage that someone would say such awful things about your Jason. He didn’t even do anything wrong to them… yet. Hey! Is that an ax in the tree stump? Dead. After that, you continuously stomp on their head. Jason has to pull you away from the corpse and make you do your breathing exercises.

When he sees you getting angry, he’ll take your hand and out to the lake. He’ll have you sit on the grass looking out towards the lake and you guys will just stay in nature for hours, taking in the fresh air and nature’s sounds.

He makes sure you keep busy. Jason found out that crafts keep you calm: it’s almost like a therapy session! He thinks anyways. 🤔 He does love to do them with you though. His favorite is flower crowns. You guys will make matching flower crowns and you both look cute with them on too. 🙂

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welcometowhore-rrorville · 10 months

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𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓃 𝐻𝑜𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎

Featuring: Lester Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: don’t trust strangers, implied drugging, pretty tame until the end, you crash your car, don’t text and drive, watch out for animals on the road, yandere-ish themes, may be ooc but i tried my best, southern accent source: born in alabama, edited but i make mistakes so let me know

It was nothing but in character for your friend to ghost you for a few days—phone going straight to voicemail until the small device was filled to the brim with your annoyed messages. You hated when she didn’t reply, but she would always text back, hungover and begging for a ride back home from miles out of town.

This time, however, it had been almost two weeks with no sign of her. Sure, she made bad decisions, but you hoped that she would surface, maybe a little drunk but unharmed.

You slid your flip-phone back in your pocket after checking for messages, the device barely fitting into your high-waisted shorts. You would one day find and murder whoever made the sizings on women’s pockets.

Rolling your eyes, you continued down the road in your beat-up car. It wasn’t much, but it got you where you needed to go and that’s all you could ask for. You just prayed it wouldn’t break down out here—you had been following a winding country road for miles, trying to spot any sign of your missing friend. There was some kind of party going on way out in the country, and of course she just had to go.

It was stupid—you shouldn’t be so worried, and you definitely shouldn’t keep acting like her babysitter, but you couldn’t just not look for her.

Your eyes scanned the shoulders, checking for any mailbox or sign somebody actually lived out here. You’d never gone this way before—the highway was much quicker—but your friend couldn’t make it easy for you.

You closed your eyes for just a moment, letting out a sigh, before opening them again.

You screamed as you slammed on the brakes, seeing a dog wander out into the road. It wasn’t on your side, but you couldn’t live with yourself if something happened to it on your account.

You slid harshly as you veered off the road, tires squeaking on the rough asphalt. You felt yourself hit dirt, and finally came to a sudden halt—the front of your car firmly dented with a tree blocking your vision. Smoke emanated from the hood.

Luckily, you didn’t slam your head into anything, but you still felt the force of the impact, letting out a breathless sigh as you fell back against your seat.

You switched the car off, wincing just thinking about the damage. Still, as you exited your now ruined vehicle, your mind was on one thing—was the dog okay?

You scanned the road, spotting the black and white dog sitting on the other side of the road, tongue out as it looked at you.

“Oh, thank God,” you mumbled, clutching your head. You turned back to look at your car, not even bothering to attempt to open the hood. You’d need a tow, that’s for sure.

You pulled your phone out, popping it open. No signal. You groaned. This just wasn’t your day.

Stumbling to the edge of the road, you looked both ways before crossing. The dog had to have an owner somewhere—maybe they could help you out?

By the time you made it to the other side, the pit-mix was standing a few feet away, already trotting back into the woods.

“Wait!” you called after it, following the dog as best you could through the overgrown forest. Branches scraped at your bare arms and legs, and suddenly you wished you were in something other than a tank top and shorts.

Finally, you stopped at the edge of a precipice, looking down the steep hill where the dog was now trotting around a large pile of road-kill. You screwed your face up at the smell. You supposed it all had to go somewhere, but did you have to stumble upon it?

The dog sat patiently next to a beat-up truck, and you watched as a man exited the vehicle.

“Jonesy, there you are! Where d’ya think you’re runnin’ off to, huh?”

The man looked like you expected someone who hung out next to a road-kill pile all day would look. Not that he was ugly, but he just—he had the look of someone who was always working and nothing else. His jeans were ripped and the t-shirt he wore had too many stains to count. The flannel he had on top was fraying at the edges, but his attire suited him.

“Hey!” you called from the top of the hill, trying your best to work your way down without falling face-first into a pile of road-kill. “I wrecked a little ways away from here—anywhere you know that can give me a tow?”

The man met your gaze, a toothy grin on his face. He met you just before you got to the bottom of the hill, holding out a hand to lead you around the pile. You smiled back at him, taking it as he guided you back to his truck.

“Sure, I know a place. Just up the road. What’re you doin’ all the way out here?”

“One of my friends is missing—I’m trying to find her,” you replied, finally releasing his hand as you stopped in front of his truck. He smelled of dead animals, but you supposed that came with the job. You watched as he shut the trunk of his truck.

He gestured to his vehicle. “Well, come on, then. I’ll give you a ride. Can’t have you runnin’ around out here gettin’ lost.”

You hesitated only for a second but soon realized you didn’t have another choice. You took a deep breath, grabbing the handle and popping the door open. “Thank you, sir.”

“Oh, just Lester’s fine. I don’t look like much of a sir,” he said with a laugh.

Jonesy hopped in before you had the chance to slide in yourself. You smiled at the dog who was probably used to riding shot-gun. You climbed in next to her as Lester jumped into the driver’s seat.

You shut the door next to you, all the while trying not to startle the dog who seemed very much content with spreading out over the small seating space.

“Oh, don’t mind her,” he said, giving her a pat on her side as she lay against his lap. “She’s spoiled. Give ‘er a few pets and she’ll never leave your side.”

You smiled softly, reaching out to place a hand against her side. She lifted her head up, turning to look at you, tail wagging against your thigh.

“She’s a cutie,” you replied, beginning to pet her softly. For a dog out and about in the woods, she sure had some soft fur. You thought it was endearing she was better groomed than he was—what a kind guy, taking care of his dog so nicely.

“Oh, and she knows it, too,” he said, shaking his head as he laughed goofily. He gave her head a pet.

“So,” you started, looking up from the dog to look at the road—well, dirt path, you should say. “What’s this place? I didn’t know anybody lived back here.”

“It’s an old town—used to be pretty popular ‘til that highway was built. Still, Bo’s in town—he should get you all set. Think he’s still got his tow-truck runnin’.”

“Thanks again for driving me,” you replied, any anxiety soothed by the happy dog who had now turned to place her head in your lap. You gave her a scratch behind the ear causing her leg to start thumping. You laughed. “Must not get many strangers around here.”

“You’d be surprised,” Lester replied. “Every now-n-then some new city folks come around, all off-put by what we do out here. They never stay long. It’s a real shame.”

You shrugged. “Might not be the best job, but someone’s gotta do it,” you said, hand resting against Jonesy’s head. She let out a soft whine, nestling further into your shirt. “AT least you don’t deal with people much. I’d prefer hanging out with this sweetheart than dealing with customers any day.”

“Guess that’s true. Seems she’s takin’ a real likin’ to ya, too. Don’t steal her away from me now!”

You laughed. “D’aww, plans foiled,” you joked. She was a cute dog, but you’d never take a beloved pet away from its owner. Especially when he seemed like a genuinely nice guy who was trying to help you out.

You watched as he stopped in front of a rather large puddle in the dirt track, and you could spot the tire tracks running through it before submerging beneath the murky water.

“That’s not good,” you replied. “Can you get through that?”

He shrugged. “Lemme lock the hubs right quick and we’ll see. Might take a few minutes but it shouldn’ be a problem.”

You bit your lip, debating something. “Oh, it’s alright. The town is just up ahead, yeah? I’ll just walk. You’ve already helped me out enough. I don’t want to put you out any more.”

“You sure?” he replied. “I ain’t in any rush.”

“It’s nice out—some exercise will do me good anyway,” you responded. Jonesy whined, seemingly aware you were about to leave.

“Tell ya what. I gotta few things to do before I head in—why dontcha take Jonesy with ya—it’ll make me feel better that you’re not out here alone. I’ll meetcha at Bo’s shop in a few.”

It was your turn to protest. “Oh, you don’t have to—” you were interrupted when the dog nosed at your hand.

“See, she wants to come with, anyway. She’s a good girl—will even lead ya straight to the town.”

You nodded. “Okay, if you say so. You said Bo is who I’m lookin’ for?”

“Yup,” he said, hopping out and walking over to your side. He popped the door open before holding out his hand. “Tell ‘em Lester sent ya.”

You took his hand, hopping out as Jonesy stretched before following behind you. She stuck to your side, taking a seat.

Lester bent down, giving her a kiss to her forehead. “You take care of the lil lady, gotcha? Go straight to town. No more chasin’ rabbits.”

You smiled. “Thanks again. I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Nice to meetcha,” he said, tipping his hat goofily. “Now go on—just follow Jonesy.”

You did as he said, looking to the dog as she stood up, now trotting along the side of the washed out path.

You followed, making sure to stay out of the mud as much as possible. You would hate to slip and fall, and this time there was no sweet man to guide you.

Still, you managed to make it all the way to the town with no issue, tagging behind Jonesy as she pitter-pattered down the street, tail wagging behind her.

She looked like she was leading you straight to your destination, even now that you were within town limits.

Lester was right—it was quiet here. It was like a ghost town. Still, it was relaxing in a way. No traffic. No angry honking or screaming children. Just cute little shops and quaint houses.

You spotted a few sleeping puppies in a window of a pet store, but forced yourself to keep going. You had a wrecked car that might’ve been on fire by now—you didn’t have time to buy a dog.

Speaking of dogs, you noted Jonesy was now stopped in front of a body shop, paws scratching against the door. Music sounded from within.

You trotted up behind her, opening the door to let her in. She looked back at you before continuing deeper into the shop.

You cautiously entered, door shutting behind you.

“Hello?” you called, staying near the entrance as you paced around. You didn’t bother looking at the shelves—you knew damn well there’d be nothing you recognized. You weren’t a car person, but you knew when you needed a tow. So that’s what you hoped for.

“Is anybody here?” you called again, waiting in the now empty lobby. Jonesy had trekked off somewhere. Maybe to fetch your guy?

Sure enough, you heard the music shut off and the sound of boot steps coming closer, and you spotted a man come out from one of the back rooms.

He reminded you of Lester, though certainly more cleaned up. Clean shaven. Neatened hair that still fell messily against his face. A jumpsuit with a few stains on it zippered against him let you know he must’ve been working when you showed up. He still held a wrench in his hand.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he spoke, confusion in his words. “How’d you wind up all the way out here?”

“Umm, Lester sent me. Said to look for someone named Bo who had a tow truck. I crashed my car avoiding Jonesy here,” you said, reaching down to pet the dog who was now standing next to you. “But, she led me here so no hard feelings,” you joked.

“Well, you found ‘im,” he said, slipping the wrench in his pocket before taking off his hat, “And I did have a tow truck. As luck would have it, I’m tryna fix the damn thing right now.” He brushed his hair back with his hand before popping his hat back on.

You tried not to show your disappointment. Great. What the hell were you supposed to do now? “I see. . . Think it’s gonna be fixed any time soon?”

He gave you a half-smile. “Maybe—once I figure out what’s wrong with it. Thing just stopped on me.”

You weren’t sure what to do, hands resting nervously on your belt loops. “Well, uhh, think I could borrow a phone? I don’t have any signal out here.”

“Phone’s haven’t worked here in years,” he said, letting out a soft laugh. “Hell, this place ain’t even on the map anymore.”

You clicked your tongue. What now?

He noted your dismayed expression. “Hey—don’t make that face, honey. Have a little faith in me. I should have it good-as-new by tomorrow.”

You thought about your options—which weren’t many. The only thing you could think of was staying somewhere in this town until you could get your car towed, but who-knows how long it’ll be until it can be fixed, or if it can be. What then? Ask someone to drop you off at the nearest phone-booth? You were stuck. Still, you had to take it one thing at a time. First-things-first—”This town have a hotel?” you asked.

He stifled a laugh. “Sure—right next to the McDonald’s and the roller skating rink.”

So no. You shouldn’t have been surprised. You hadn’t seen but two people the whole time you were here—including the one you were talking to.

“There’s that frown again. Don’t worry about it. I’ve got a spare bedroom up at my place. Nothin’ fancy, but enough to get you through until I can get my truck runnin’.”

If you had a nickel for every time you met a kind stranger who offered you help despite not knowing you or having any reason for doing so, you’d have two nickels. Which wasn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice today.

That feeling of anxiety bubbled up again. “I don’t want to intrude—”

He waved you off, walking past you to open up the door. “What’d I say about worryin’ about things? C’mon. I’ll show ya. The room’s got a lock on it in case yer scared I’ll try somethin’.”

“No, that’s not what I meant, I just—” he cut you off, giving your head a gentle pat as you walked out behind him.

“Just teasin’, sweetheart. I ain’t gonna mess with ya.”

You let out an awkward laugh. You certainly didn’t feel safe staying in a stranger’s home, but followed him, nonetheless, listening as he described the few places you passed on the way. Jonsey trailed next to you, bumping your leg every once-in-a-while. At least you had another girl with you—sort of.

Another girl. . . A sudden thought struck you. If something happened to your friend around here, she probably ended up here at some point.

“Hey, sir,” you said, causing him to slow down and match your pace. He walked beside you. “Was there a woman here any time in the past two weeks? Long blonde hair, brown eyes, attractive and also probably drunk?”

“Two things, honey. One—just call me Bo. I ain’t yer teacher. And two—we haven’t seen anybody in at least a month ‘til you showed up. Sorry. I’ll keep an eye out, though.”

You nodded. “Thank you, sir—err, Bo. For all of this. I was an idiot coming out here alone.”

“‘S’not so bad? Ya ran into me, didn’t ya?”

You laughed. “I guess I did. Y’all are good people. Thank you.”

“You can quit thankin’ me—I ain’t even done anything yet.”

You didn’t reply and the rest of the short walk went in silence. You glanced beside you to look at him—Bo. This whole town was bizarre, and you wondered how he wound up here. You figured he had to be born here. You doubted this place was booming in the immigration industry.

Still, you didn’t pry, and before you knew it you reached a house. He reached into his pocket, grabbing a key and sticking it in the lock. You heard a click and the door swung open with a creak. Jonesy quickly trotted inside, vanishing behind a door frame.

“It’s dark in here—old house ‘n all. Lights don’t work like they used to. Just watch yer step.”

You nodded, but almost as soon as you entered, your foot clipped against a stray shoe, and you let out a gasp as you tripped forward, bumping into Bo. Luckily, he’d turned around to shut the door behind the two of you and he steadied himself in time, arms wrapping around you to stabilize you.

You were met with the smell of gasoline and oil as your face pressed against his chest. You quickly held your hands out, pushing against him as you backed up. Your face burned.

“Careful, now,” he chastised, hands moving to rest on your shoulders. He moved a finger to tuck underneath your chin, pulling your head upwards to look at him. He smirked. “Wouldn’t wantcha gettin’ hurt. ‘Specially that pretty face.”

“Sorry,” you stuttered out, eyes avoiding his gaze. “Didn’t mean to bump into you.”

“Never said you did,” he teased, winking before turning back around after shutting the door. The whole house was engulfed in darkness. “Now c’mon. I’ll show you the guest room. If you can make it there without killin’ yerself.”

Face burning from his teasing, you didn’t reply, too embarrassed. Your hands were out on either side, trying to feel for the walls. He carried on confidently, seemingly used to the dark hallways. Finally, he stopped at a room, swinging it open. Light flooded in through a window, and you spotted a few matching furniture pieces along with a small bed with floral bedding. It was cute. And also dusty. Like it hadn’t been used in years. You supposed they didn’t have many guests.

“Make yerself at home, sweetheart. I’ll be back. I’m gonna wash up. Want any coffee, tea?”

You shook your head. “No, thank you.”

“Alright. Bathroom’s down the hall if you need me.”

You nodded, watching as he turned and vanished down the hall. You took a seat on the cozy bed, bedding sinking underneath you. You felt a thin layer of dust coat your hands when you pressed into the fabric.

Deciding to do a little cleaning, you stood back up before grabbing the blanket and sliding it off the bed, shaking it off as you held it out in front of you. You watched the dust fly off, floating in the air as it caught the window light. You scrunched your nose. It was a solid minute of shaking before no more dust fell, and once you were content, you lowered the blanket back down, only to scream.

In front of you was a man—a tall and strange man, with long black hair and a pale mask covering his face, mimicking his features. He stared at you, a clay-working tool in his hand as he stood in the doorway.

He took a few steps forward, leading you to toss the blanket back on the bed and scramble away, shooting past him and running down the hall.

“Bo!” you screamed, spotting the door in which steam was cascading out from under. He must’ve been in the shower. You knocked on the door hurriedly. “Bo! There’s someone else in the house!”

You heard the running of water shut off, followed by the sound of the door creaking open.

You stared at the wet face of Bo, hair drenched and dripping down, splattering against his bare chest and shoulders. “What’s all the fuss?”

You almost forgot why you knocked before realizing the stranger still lurked just out of arm’s reach, standing down the hallway. You looked on the verge of tears.

“There’s a man,” you said, pointing a finger down the hallway.

Bo opened the door wider to peer out, spotting the looming figure, still clutching his tool. He rolled his eyes, frowning.

“Vincent! What do you think yer doin’, scaring her like that! She’s our company. Now get outta here and make yerself useful! Start dinner.”

The masked man didn’t reply, only tilting his head slightly. His shoulders were slumped like a child scolded. He began to lift a hand, but Bo’s glare stopped him.

“What are ya, deaf? I said get to makin’ dinner! And feed Jonesy, too.”

The lumbering man turned around slowly, making his way back down the hallway and away from you. You let out a sigh, hand on your chest.

“Didn’t think to tell ya about him—that’s my brother. Doesn’t get out much. Hell, I don’t see him most of the time—he’s always workin’ on something up in that house of wax.”

You had no idea what he was talking about but hummed in acknowledgement, anyway. As long as you weren’t in danger, you didn’t care.

“It’s okay, just scared me,” you said. You stepped away from the door. “I’ll let you get back to your shower. Sorry.”

“Don’ worry about it. Yer my company—I’m here to help ya. Need anything else or he becomes a pain in the ass, just holler.” With that, he shut the door again, though not enough to click it shut. “I’ll leave it open just in case,” he said with a wink.

You forced yourself to turn away from the slit in the door, instead nodding. You trotted back to the guest room, but spotted Jonesy turning a corner and decided to follow. You’d rather hang with her than be alone.

You wound up in a living area and kitchen, seeing the dog curled up on a well-used couch. You started to make your way over but paused when you spotted the masked man in the kitchen, large figure reaching to grab some spices from the cabinet. He carefully seasoned a pot of something on the stove.

You didn’t know if you should say anything, and so sat silently down next to Jonesy, giving her a few pets.

Without hesitation she clambered onto your lap, and though you couldn’t breath nearly as well now, you forced yourself to remain still as she made herself comfortable. You weren’t about to disturb her.

You absentmindedly combed through her fur, eyes closing as you leaned against the couch.

You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep until you awoke to Jonesy clambering off of you, tail wagging as a metal bowl was placed down in the kitchen.

You opened your eyes, looking around. You spotted Bo and Vincent in the kitchen behind you, talking about something you weren’t close enough to hear. Lester was there, too, though he was preoccupied with feeding Jonesy, who was digging into some kibble.

The smell of warm spices filled your nose, and you stood up from the couch, slowly walking towards the kitchen.

“Hey, sleepin’ beauty,” Bo commented, leaning against the kitchen counters as he shooed Vincent away. “Have a nice nap?”

Your cheeks burned. “Sorry.”

“Don’ apologize, you didn’t do nothin’ wrong. In fact, Vince just finished cookin’ up dinner. Take a seat.” He pulled out a worn chair from the dining table, gesturing for you to sit down. You thanked him with a nod.

“You guys are the perfect picture of southern hospitality,” you said, watching as a plate of wonderful smelling chili was placed in front of you. “Glad I stumbled onto the good kind of strangers.”

The others took their seats, and you couldn’t help but wonder if Vincent would remove his mask. Maybe he was self-conscious about something? You’d been there.

Bo and Lester each let out a laugh. “We’re far from angels,” Bo quipped, sticking a spoon in his chili. “But it’s nice to have some company around. Well, company that’s not a douchebag.”

“Well thanks for having me,” you replied, lifting your utensil to your mouth. It was seasoned beautifully, and you had to stop yourself from slurping the whole bowl down, taste warm and homely on your tongue. “This is really good,” you complimented. “You’re a good cook, Vincent.” You nodded in the direction of the man.

He made no move to touch his food, mask still firmly on his face. You frowned. “Are you alright?”

“He’s a shy bastard,” Bo chimed in. “Hates to be seen without that mask on.”

“Is it because I’m here? I can go somewhere else if you’re—”

Bo cut you off. “You don’t gotta do that. He’s just a baby. He’ll get over it.”

You shot Vincent a sympathetic look. It seemed like Bo was the one in charge of things. You wondered if that contributed to his secluded attitude.

“He made the food,” you replied. “I’d just hate for him to not eat because of me.”

“He’ll live.”

You went back to eating, but occasionally looked to the quiet brother, still sitting frozen in his seat, fiddling with his long sleeves.

“So,” you started, “What’s this house of wax that you mentioned earlier? Like a wax museum?”

“Pretty much,” Bo replied. “The whole damn thing’s made a’ wax. Somethin’ of an engineering miracle. Not that anybody comes ‘round to see it anymore.”

“Could I see it sometime?”

“Vincent’s up there all the time. Sure he won’t mind if you tag along. Hmm?”

You watched as the pair stared at each other until Vincent finally nodded gently.

“It’s a little late for it tonight, but you can go up there tomorrow. I’ll see if I can get my tow truck up n’ runnin’.”

You nodded in agreement, pausing as a yawn left your lips. “Sorry. Been a long day, I guess,” you said, covering your mouth with your hand.

“Don’ worry about it. Go ‘head and get to bed. We’ll clean up, darlin’.”

You wanted to argue, but suddenly felt too tired to do so, barely able to support yourself as you stood from the table shakily. You wobbled only a few feet before collapsing onto your knees.

Lester got up, hand on your back. “‘Ey, you alright?”

“‘M fine. . .” you slurred, vision going black. “Just. . . tired. . . “

With that, you slumped completely forwards, leaving Lester to pull you against him.

“That worked fast,” Bo commented, standing up from the table. He kneeled by you, hand sneaking into your back pocket to pull out your phone. He stashed it away in his own pocket. “Put ‘er in the spare bedroom. But don’ be rough with ‘er.”

Lester did as told, Jonesy whining behind him as he carried you down the hall.

Vincent remained seated, eyes glued to his brother’s back as he left with you in his arms. He turned to look at Bo, head tilted. He didn’t speak, but it was obvious he wanted an answer.

“What? I ain’ gonna kill this one. I like ‘er. ‘sides. Might be nice with a lady around here.”

Vincent sighed underneath his mask. Something about you intrigued him, but unfortunately, it seemed like his brothers had that same feeling.

He just hoped you’d stay with them willingly. He would hate for more drastic measures to be taken.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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(Waiting patiently on the edge of my seat for the groupie pt 3♥️) Can I request a smutty/angst Eddie x reader where Eddie and reader have been seeing each other behind reader’s boyfriend’s back. Eddie finds out her boyfriend mistreats her and wants her to leave him but she’s scared of what might happen. Angst prompts 10 & 34 pleeeeaaaase

Definitely. I love pain :)

Groupie part 3 will be a bit longer so keep waiting!!

⚠️it's gonna hurt, abuse is mentioned

Smut 18+

“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.”

“You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me!”

She never should have allowed herself to fall in love with Eddie. She knew it could only end badly for everyone involved. But it mostly ends badly for her.

When she first met Eddie it was actually through her boyfriend. Apparently they worked together at the mechanic shop. She was bringing lunch to her boyfriend when she met a new face.

"Eddie Munson." He smiled sticking his hand out for her to shake.

She was caught off by the fire that burned when their palms met.

"Y/F/N" with a smile of her own.

When she went home that day that smile of his wouldn't leave her head. She thought of his eyes and hair.

She brought her boyfriend lunch every day, slight excitement building in her when she would leave the house. Excited to see Eddie again.

One day her boyfriend was sick, but Y/N still made lunch and brought it to the shop, this time for the boy who's been stuck in her mind.

"Y/N? Vince isn't here today." Eddie said as he sat at the front desk.

"I know but you are." She smiled as she handed the bag over to him, watching a smile light up his face.

"you brought me lunch?" He asked, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

"of course. I figured it's unfair to always bring it in for Vince and never for you." She smiled brightly.

"well thank you very much."

After that she slowly found herself wanting to be closer to him. Secretly liking when Vince couldn't make it to work, allowing her and Eddie to talk alone.

She was learning more about him over every lunch. It might have been stupid, but she gave him her number. Letting him know she won't take it personally if he doesn't text.

But he did

And they haven't stopped texting since.

And that's when she felt herself catching feelings for him. She knew she wasn't supposed to like him but she did.

He knew it was dumb, and that he should have never asked but he still did it.

"want to maybe grab some dinner? My treat for all the lunches you bring me ;) "

Maybe he should have deleted the wink before he sent it. He shouldn't be asking out a coworkers girlfriend to dinner.

"as in a date? ;)"

The reply caught him off guard. It definitely shouldn't have been a date, but the wink had him rethinking that.

"if you want it to be"

They met at a bar, sharing appetizers and pitchers of beer.

Getting more drunk as the night went on.

"you are so incredibly gorgeous, do you know that?" He whispered as his hand landed on her knee.

Against her better judgement she leaned into his touch. Resting her own hand on top of his.

"thank you Eddie." She whispered just as quietly, blushing underneath his stare.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the look in his eyes but she found herself leaning towards him further. Lips seconds away from tasting his. She was just one small movement away, eyes closed preparing to feel his lips, but then she didn't. She snapped her open to see Eddie pulling away

"shit no. We can't." He said

Embarrassment filled her, rejection sobering her up quick

"oh God. I'm so sorry. That was so stupid" She squeaked out as she gathered all her things

"wait no, just wait." Eddie tried but she was running out the door.

He tried to catch her, hot on her heels but she got into a cab and was gone.

"fuck" he sighed as he kicked the nearest wall.

She never texted him back, too embarrassed. She went home and sobered up with shame in her bones. She tried to kiss her boyfriend's coworker. She made it a date. When in the hell was wrong with her?

He sent countless texts to her phone

"can we talk?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you run off"

"look please talk to me"

"I wanted to kiss you too"

She looked at the last text multiple times. But it was wrong. It was wrong for how it made her heart race and face flushed.

She quickly deleted the text.

Refusing to see Vince for the last few days. Guilt eating her alive.

She hasn't returned to the shop with lunch in a week. Still embarrassed to show her face to Eddie.

But when Vince called asking for his medicine, she knew she had to bring it. She stopped at his house and grabbed the bottle.

Nervously she drove the whole way to the shop. Praying to any God that was listening for Eddie to not be there.

She tapped the smell bell at the front and waited on her heels. Relief filling her bones when Vince popped out.

"hey baby." He said and kissed her cheek. She tried not to flinch at his rough grip on her waist.

Apparently she wasn't successful because Eddie noticed it when he walked past the front. Eyes watching her closely as she tried to lean away from Vince's touch, hurriedly running out the door.

Y/N was successful in avoiding Eddie. It's been two weeks since he rejected her at the bar. And two weeks since she deleted his texts.

She slowly got back into the routine of things with Vince, trying not to be so suspicious of her behavior.

But apparently her luck had a time limit.

Because as she sat at the table in the restaurant, wearing her sexiest dress, she did expect Eddie Munson in a tux to sit across from her.

Eddie wanted to bang his head into a wall. Hearing Vince bragged about the reservation he got at the fanciest restaurant in town. Eddie felt jealous knowing he was taking Y/N there on a date.

A date he shouldn't even be jealous of, because he was not supposed to like her.

Then Eddie felt anger filling his veins as he watched Vince flirt with a girl at the front desk. The clock was ticking, he was meant to be at that restaurant 30 minutes ago.

"Vince I'll take it from here. Go leave for your date." Eddie tried to help but Vince scoffed and waved him off.

Lying about not knowing anything about a date as he winked towards the girl.

Eddie couldn't believe his eyes.

Eddie had two choices: beat Vince's ass or go to the restaurant.

Eddie picked her

"is this seat taken?" He smiled as she looked up. Shock taking over her features.

She smiled and welcomed him to sit.

Eddie tried not to stare at how amazing she looked in her black tight dress. Licking his lips as he scanned her head to toe as he sat.

She noticed him staring and blushing. Slightly pushing her arms under her boobs to push them up a tad bit further. His eyes catching the action.

"he's standing me up right?" She sighed. Eddie hated the way her eyes went down to her drink, playing with the straw wrapper.

"caught up at work." He slightly lied but she wasn't dumb.

"Let me guess, a blonde with huge tits showed up?" She laughed, even though nothing about it was funny.

Eddie's silence was all she needed to know she was right.

It hurt Eddie to know she knew exactly what Vince was doing before she was even told.

"does he do this a lot?" He asked quietly, hand reaching for hers. Her eyes snapped to his hand that was burning her skin.

"I don't feel like lying tonight, Eddie." She sighed, starting to stand up.

"now where are you going?" Eddie asked as he gripped her hand harder. She looked at him confused.

"home?"

"no uh babe. I took this tux out of the back of my closet, it's getting a good use tonight so sit your lovely ass down and let's eat."

Another moment she should have said no and walked away.

But she sat down, a smile on her face.

"This is me." She sighed out as Eddie walked her up to the front door of her house.

"um Eddie I just wanted to say I'm sorry for trying to kiss you that other night. And thank you for making me not feel like a total loser tonight." She laughed, looking at her high heels.

Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets.

"one- don't apologize for the kiss. I was sending signals for it. And you deserve someone who shows up for you. Especially in a dress like that." He whistled as she blushed to the floor.

"this is probably stupid, but do you want to come in?" She asked

"this is probably even more stupid, but yes I would."

Now they sat close on her couch. His arm was thrown over the back of her couch, legs spread wide.

She sat tucked into his side with a glass of wine in her hand. Trying to avert her eyes away from his thick thighs

She wanted it and he wanted it.

Vince didn't appreciate her but Eddie knew he could.

So he thought fuck it.

"If you tried to kiss me again, I wouldn't move away this time." He whispered as he turned his head, staring right into her eyes.

He could see the desire and lust swimming around. Just seconds of overflowing.

She wanted it and he wanted it.

Vince didn't appreciate her but she knew Eddie could.

So she thought fuck it.

She slammed her wine on the table and climbed on his spread legs. Straddling his lap as she smashed her lips onto his.

He moaned at her taste and placed his large hands on her back. Smashing her into him further. He pinched her ass and used the surprise to slip his tongue into her mouth.

His tongue was so warm and wet. Massaging against hers in ways she's never felt. Her brain was telling her it was all wrong. But her body was already grinding on him. Her body was moaning as she felt him grow hard underneath her.

Eddie pulled away breathless, smiling at her smudged red lipstick.

"you're so fucking hot." He moaned as his lips attached themselves to her neck

"Eddie." She moaned as she pulled away.

She stared at him for a few seconds. Debating if she was really going to do this. She was going to destroy a relationship, become a cheater.

But looking at his lips smeared with her lipstick, his eyes were huge and dark. Hair messed up from her fingers. The way he looked already fucked out had her thighs clenching

Fuck it- she's a cheater

"fuck me Eddie" she whined, standing up and unzipping her dress.

Eddie sucked on his bottom lip as she stripped in front of him. Her hands teased her skin as she trailed her fingertips around her breasts.

He palmed himself over his dress pants. Groaning at the small relief he felt as he watched her slowly unclip her bra. Next removing her underwear.

She stood naked in front of him

Eddie scooted to the edge of the couch, face to face with her lower stomach. He kissed her naked skin.

Lifting a leg over his shoulder, now face to face with her wet cunt.

"so gorgeous baby." He moaned as he slowly rubbed her outer lips, teasing her.

She whined as she dug her hands into his curls. She felt so vulnerable being naked in front of him while he was still dressed in a suit. It made her drip.

Eddie kissed the skin on her thighs that laid next to his head.

"eds please." She begged, rocking her hips closer to his face.

He nodded and licked a stripe from her hole all the way to her clit. She shuddered at the action, scrunching his hair tightly. He barely touched her and she felt like she needed to come undone.

He kitten licked her clit, small circles with his tongue before shoving his tongue into her hole.

"oh yes." She whined, feeling his tongue inside of her. She was trying to hold on to Eddie tight to not fall over.

Eddie replaced his tongue with his fingers. Shoving two deep into her cunt, scissoring in and out. All while keeping his mouth on her clit.

The louder she moaned the harder he went with his fingers. He was fingering her as fast as he could.

His own hips rocked into the air as he felt how wet she was. His fingers covered in her. The sounds of her wet pussy taking in his fingers had him leaking in his boxers.

When he snuck in a third finger she was seconds away from screaming. Her knee buckling as she tried to stay up. Eddie placed his free hand on her hip, trying to stabilize her.

He removed his mouth from her cunt

"you look so gorgeous like this baby." He meant it too. He's never felt his cock this hard in his life. Watching her body thrash in place, stomach huffing up and down. Her tits moving slightly when she'd rock her hips into his fingers.

"please eat me out Eddie. Eat my pussy."

He growled at her words. Diving back into her cunt. Sucking and licking everywhere. Making it as wet and loud as he could.

His fingers curving up to hit her spongy spot that had her thighs shaking.

"IM GONNA CUM!" she screamed. Eddie used his nose to nod on her clit. Returning to eating her out like he was starved. Refusing to come up for air until she finished.

She came with a silent scream, hips rocking into his face as she yanked his head closer. His head burned but he didn't care. Eyes looking up at her as she orgasmed. He moaned pathetically at how beautiful she looked, hips humping the air.

He cleaned her up, using his tongue to shove some of her cum back in her.

"Jesus fuck." She gasped out. Planting both feet on the ground but placing her hands on Eddie's shoulders to steady herself.

She smiled down at him. His hair was even more fucked up and his mouth was soaked in her.

"that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Eddie laughed as he slapped her ass. Her moan cut off her laugh.

"I need to fuck you baby." He said as he worked to undo his belt but her hand stopped him.

"fuck me in my bed please?" She asked as she held out her hand.

Eddie smiled and threw her over his shoulder, she screamed in surprise.

"lead me the way." He declared as he raced through the house.

After that she couldn't ignore his texts.

Especially the texts that had her sneaking a hand in her panties.

Or the texts that made her giggle.

Or the texts that made her heart beam with love.

Eddie couldn't get her out of his head. They've been sneaking around for two months now and he couldn't get enough.

But he wanted more. He wanted Y/N to himself.

"Eddie, boys are going to the bar want to come?" Vince asked as he cleaned off his hands.

"no. I've got plans." Eddie answered as he threw on his jacket heading to his car

"a hot date?" Vince teased

"something like that"

Eddie parked down the block from her house before running to the door. Knocking impatiently. The second she opened the door he was on her. Kicking the door closed behind him as he smashed his lips on her.

"I've been thinking about you all day." She moaned as her hands ripped off his grease stained shirt

"like what baby?" He gasped out as her fingers teased the top of his boxers.

"how bad I want that cock in my throat." She got on her knees and tugged down his pants and boxers.

Biting her lip at the sight of his hard and red cock.

She wasted no time and sucked him slowly. Taking him in a bit at a time.

"take all of it. I know you can." He grunted through his teeth, trying his best not to force her down his cock.

She ended up gagging and choking on it anyways

Once they hit the third month, Eddie wanted her only or to be out.

His heart couldn't take it when he'd see them together.

He hated when she'd talk on the phone while Eddie sat next to her.

He knew he was signing up for this but it was starting to hurt too much.

So he stopped it.

"I can't do this anymore. I need you to leave him. Be with me. I know you are happier with me." He pleaded

"Eddie I can't. You don't understand what he would do if he found out." She tried to explain

"no you always say that and I just shut up but I can't anymore. I love you and I know you love me too. So be with me. We will figure it out together."

"Eddie stop! If he found out he'd try to kill you, actually kill you. I can't let him hurt you." She tried to reason with him. Keeping Eddie safe was the only thing she could do.

"But we can run away! He will never find us."

"yes he will Eddie. He has found me before! He beat me badly last time. We can't do this."

"can't or you just won't?" He snapped

"Eddie it's not like that. If I could you know I would" she cried. Tears now flew down her face faster than she could catch them. She reached for his hand but he yanked it away from her.

"then we are over." He said as he stood up, walking to her door.

"EDDIE NO DON'T DO THIS." she screamed running after him. Standing in front of her door.

"Y/N move , You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me! You are doing this to yourself." He demanded. Holding in his own tears.

“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.” she begged, dropping to her knees

"I don't feel like lying tonight, Y/N."

She felt like she was choking on her own tears. No air was making it to her lungs. She silently watched as he opened the door and walked out. Never once looking behind him.

Eddie hasn't seen her in three weeks.

Three horrible weeks and he barely felt like he was holding on. She called every day many times but he never picked up. Last night she called for the last time.

When he finally returned to work he noticed Vince was more pissed off than usual.

But Eddie ignored him.

He noticed that Y/N left a message with her latest call, something she hadn't done. He headed outside and listened to it closely.

Hey Eddie,

I finally did it! I left him. I tried to call you to tell you but you obviously don't want to talk to me. Which is fine, I totally get it. I haven't left too far yet, a part of me is still holding on to you, on to the thought of us. I keep calling because I want to ask you to come with me, super hypocritical of me I know. Asking you to leave with me when I couldn't even do it. I'm leaving for California today. I'm not sure why I'm still calling. I think you not answering my past ten calls should be a sign. I'm sorry Eddie. I really am. I was so scared of what he could do to me or to you. I tried to leave him before, the night we first kissed I told him. He beat me for hours and threatened to kill you if I ever left. I promise I just wanted to keep you safe. If I could have left with you the first time I saw you, I would have. But thank you. You reminded me what it was like to fall in love. To feel loved and desired. That's something he could never take anyway from me. I love you Eddie Munson, goodbye."

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visceravalentines · 2 years

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A Place of Business

Dad's Best Friend!Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

2.3k words

Part 1 here!

Smut & fun bantery fluff, age gap, dad's best friend, kind of aggressive semi-public oral, implied cum swallowing, dirty talk, praise, reader is referred to as darlin', baby girl, and pretty.

Okay so here's the sequel and also part 3 is almost done and maybe this is a whole fic now oops?? I hope you love it, I know a lot of y'all have been going through it this week and you deserve this man being obsessed with you. <3

Tagging my down bad dilf moots. @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @slutforguts, @brandnewhuman, @fluffy-little-demon, @cypressnmarigolds, @slasherlouvre

The bell on the shop door tinkled your arrival. Bo looked up from the paperwork on his desk and smiled at you. “Mornin’, sunshine.”

“Good morning, handsome. How are you?”

He sat up straight and stretched his back. “Better with you here.” You set a disposable travel cup of coffee on his desk. “Aww, what an angel.”

“You’re so easy to please.”

He smirked. “You would know, baby girl. C’mere.” He beckoned you around the three-sided desk. “Coffee could use a little sugar.”

“I thought you said no action in the front of house,” you said even as you rounded the corner of the desk, standing with his knee between your legs.

“I am the boss, I make the rules,” he said, tilting his head back as you bent over him.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

He jerked back before you could kiss him. “Hey now, you watch that mouth. I will not have that kinda talk here, this is a place of business.”

“I’m so sorry, sir.”

He shook his head, unable to keep from looking pleased. “I oughta glue those pretty lips shut.”

Movement out of your periphery alerted you both simultaneously that someone was walking up to the door. You took a big step backwards and Bo spun his chair to face forward.

“Why don’t y’make yourself useful and grab me the new files from yesterday?” he said as the customer came in.

“Yes sir.” His expression brought an irrepressible smile to your face as you escaped to the filing closet in the back.

It had been a week since your parents’ backyard barbecue, a week since a man your father’s age had stolen your heart and fucked you in your high school bed – and done such a good job of it. When you had presented the idea of a summer job at Bo’s shop to your parents, they were enthusiastic.

“Bo’s a hard worker,” your dad said. “He’ll have you hunched over that desk in no time.”

And he was right, in a manner of speaking.

Spending all day every day with Bo had been wonderful, but truth be told, you hadn’t had much time to yourselves. Besides making out in the break room, sneaking a hand on his ass in the garage, and of course, the conclusion to your first day on the job wherein he bent you over the desk and made you see stars, you hadn’t had the real pleasure of his company all week.

It felt wise to play it safe at first. No need to risk a neighbor catching you groping each other during his smoke breaks or arousing your parents’ suspicion with too many late nights. It was a delightful kind of torture, making eyes at each other through the window between the office and the garage. He was so attractive, that mouth, those hands.

At night you’d lay in bed, texting him sweet things, dirty things. Once, just once, you’d called him, let him murmur the most charming filth you’d ever heard, touching yourself to his voice in your ear. The thought of your parents somehow finding out kept you from doing it again no matter how much fun it had been.

You heard the tinkling of the bell again, heralding the customer’s departure, and turned around just as Bo appeared in the doorway. “Found those files you wanted, si – “

He was on you in seconds. “Fuck the files, get over here.”

He pushed your hips back, pinning you against the wall, and you knotted your fingers in his hair as he kissed you like he might never get the chance again. You nipped at his lip, grinding against him, goosebumps rolling across your skin as he slid his hands under your shirt and up your ribs.

“I want you so bad, darlin’,” he said, breathless. “I’ve half a mind to take you on the hood o’ that hybrid in the garage.”

“Take me right here,” you replied, fumbling with his belt.

He grabbed a hold of your wrists. “You stop that, y’vixen.”

You gave him the most desperate look you were capable of, which wasn’t hard. “Please.”

“Fuck, baby.”

“Please?” You sank to your knees, eyes locked on his face, ran your hands down his jeans. He chuckled helplessly, pushed his fingers through your hair. “Please? I’ll be so quiet.”

“Nah, I want you loud, darlin’.” Bo took your hands and pulled you to your feet, wrapped you in his arms and kissed you sweetly. “Come over tonight,” he said with his nose on your nose. “Spend the weekend with me.”

“What am I supposed to tell my folks?”

“That you met some cradle-robbin’ good-for-nothin’ and you’ve been swept off your feet.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna fly.”

“Damn.”

You squeezed him around the waist. “I bet I could tell them I’m taking a trip with a friend. Won’t be back til Monday.”

“Shop’s closed Monday.”

“Tuesday then.”

“Shop’s closed Tuesday.”

“Bo,” you laughed.

“I’m retirin’. Gonna go live in sin with this cute lil thing I picked up at a friend’s house.”

You pinched him. “You’re terrible.”

“I know, darlin’, just the worst.” He kissed you again.

“I’ll have to go home first and pack.”

“Pack what, you don’t need no clothes.”

You laughed. “I have to tell my parents that I’m going somewhere.”

He sighed dramatically. “I s’pose that’s fair.”

You tapped your finger against the scar on his chin. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Nah I told you, I’m retirin’. You take over, I’ll strut around and distract you.”

“I thought that’s what you paid me for.”

“Damn right.” He pecked you on the cheek and reluctantly let you go, walking out into the hall before turning back around and leaning in the doorway. “Hey.”

You glanced up from the files, which someone had scattered all over the floor.

“You look lovely today, darlin’, I mean it.”

His sincerity warmed you from the inside out. You smiled bashfully. “Thanks, Bo.”

“‘Specially on your knees like that.”

Your jaw dropped open and he ducked away, snickering. “You’re an ass!” you called after him, suppressing a grin.

The morning soon became busy and the time passed quickly. The lunch hour came and went with a slew of customers picking up and dropping off their vehicles. When at last there was a lull, Bo sat down heavily in the desk chair and you perched on the desktop nearby.

“I’m ready to call it a day, baby, what d’you think?”

You lit up. “I’ll go lock up right now.”

He gave you a tired smile. “Nah, it’s only three. I can hold off on retirement for a couple more hours.”

You stretched out your leg, poked him with the toe of your sneaker. “What if we make a bet?”

Bo raised his eyebrows. “I am a gamblin’ man.”

You slid off the desk, crouched just beneath it with your hands on his knees. “If I can get you off before the next person comes in, we leave when they do. If not, we stay ‘til five.”

He regarded you with interest. “And what happens when that person comes in and the job ain’t done yet?”

“No one can see back here, I’ll just hang out.”

“You and me both, I s’pose.” You beamed. Bo shook his head, scootched to the edge of the chair, undid his belt. “And here I thought I was the devil.”

“I’ll corrupt you yet, Bo Sinclair.” That earned you a loud, authentic laugh.

It took some maneuvering, but finally you managed to get his dick situated to where it was both accessible and not pinched in his fly. A smirk played faintly on his lips as you stroked him, working up the beginnings of an erection. His blue eyes flicked up to the door periodically and then back to you.

“You’re so big,” you remarked.

“You don’t gotta flatter me, darlin’, I already – fuck.” His whole body tensed and his fingers clenched around the arms of the chair as you slipped him abruptly into your mouth. “Goddamn, baby girl, you’re a miracle.”

You hmmed in agreement, causing him to arch his spine as his cock hardened to its full length. You sucked him all the way in, until his tip bulged at the back of your throat, then slid your tongue slowly along the ridge on the underside of his dick, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. You’d be damned if there wasn’t a blush creeping up his neck.

You pulled him out of your mouth with a pop. “What’s the matter, Bo? You look a little worked up.”

“You’re too damn good at that, darlin’. Makin’ me jealous wonderin’ who you been practicin’ on.”

“This is my first time, actually.”

He stared at you. “…you gotta be kiddin’.”

You grinned wolfishly. “You’re so gullible.”

He scowled. “The devil, I swear.”

“I don’t know why you think I’m so sweet and upstanding.”

“I liked it better when your mouth was full.”

You took that as your cue, pulled him back in and then out once more before wrapping your lips around his tip and circling the frenulum with your tongue. He let out a low moan, relaxing back into the seat, eyes easing shut.

You had him right where you wanted him, his abs clenching with the rhythm of your mouth, when the tinkling of a bell announced the arrival of a third party.

Bo’s eyes snapped open. He was immediately bolt upright. “Mrs. Swenson, how are ya this fine afternoon?” he asked brightly.

You started to withdraw when suddenly his hand was on the back of your head, holding you in place. Your eyes widened as he pushed his dick deeper into your mouth. Mrs. Swenson said something in reply but it was lost to you forever as his fingertips dug into your scalp.

“Well, I’m sure we can help you with that,” Bo said in a remarkably even voice. You looked up at him. It was like he had donned a mask. He was completely unbothered, totally composed. It was a little scary and incredibly alluring.

With the utmost care to avoid any lewd sounds, you picked up where you’d left off, cupping his tip beneath your tongue, pressing him against the roof of your mouth, sliding him all the way in and then almost all the way out as he discussed the finer points of tire rotation with Mrs. Swenson.

“You’re looking well, Bo,” Mrs. Swenson said.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he smiled, clenching your scalp. “Clean, wholesome livin’.”

You heard a pause. “...don’t you smoke?”

“Sure do.”

The amount of saliva collecting in your mouth was becoming a problem. You gripped Bo’s calves, cast a pleading glance up at him. He didn’t look down at you but seemed aware of your plight judging by his crooked smirk and the way he spanned a thumb over to the corner of your eye to smudge away the tear collecting there.

By the time he had set an appointment with Mrs. Swenson and sent her on her way, you were drooling, your eyes streaming, utterly helpless, undeniably aroused. When that bell gave one last blessed jingle he at last met your gaze.

“Took that like a champ, darlin’.” You whimpered. He tilted his head, admiring you. “What a mess. ‘S enough to melt a man’s heart.” Bo cupped his hand under your jaw and eased himself out of your mouth. You gasped in relief and wiped the spit off your chin.

“Y’lost the bet, but you look so fine I think you’ve earned an early end to the day.” He pushed the chair back and leaned down to kiss your swollen lips. “Certainly been puttin’ in work.”

You moved to get up and he stopped you with a hand on your chest. “Ah-ah, where d’y’think you’re goin’? Never leave a task half-done, baby girl. Catch your breath and get back at it. I wanna cum in that pretty mouth.”

Several uninterrupted minutes later, he did just that. The sight of him with his head thrown back and your name on his lips was an absolute dream. He kissed you again with the taste of himself still sweet on your tongue. You were out of breath, throat sore, hair disheveled, indescribably content.

He wove his fingers between yours, kissed the backs of your hands. “I wanna make you happy, darlin’. Anythin’ you want, it’s yours.”

“I want to wake up with you tomorrow,” you said, suddenly shy.

Bo smiled at you, a gorgeous, genuine smile that lit up his face. “Well then you best run along home and pack your toothbrush.”

“What am I gonna do with my car? I can’t just park in your driveway, someone will see it.”

“I’m a mechanic, doll. I have a big-ass garage.”

“Will you make me dinner?”

“I will fix you supper tonight and breakfast in the mornin’, you ain’t even gotta ask.”

“What a gentleman.”

“And a scoundrel, don’t you forget it.”

You wanted him so badly, wanted to touch every part of him, wanted to listen to him talk about anything in the world, wanted to hear him say your name in every tone of voice, wanted to wake up beside him the next morning and the morning after that and the one after that and maybe the one after that, too. The feeling had arrived well ahead of the words to describe it. So instead, you climbed to your feet, took his face in your hands, and kissed him for a long time.

Bo squeezed your hips. “You best hurry up now, I might die o’ loneliness before you show up.”

“I’ll be fast.”

“Course you will, you ain’t bringin’ no clothes.”

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair fanfiction #dilf bo sinclair #slasher x reader #my writing #bo sinclair

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 1 year

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Hi there! I don’t know if you write poly Sinclair or not but if you do could I get a poly Sinclair x reader (female or gender neutral is fine) where the reader gets really mad at someone for not understanding what they want despite how many times they explain and so the boys comfort her/them and calm them down?

I’m getting really frustrated with my counselor for basically ignoring what I’m saying to the point where I want to scream and cry and I just really need some x reader comfort right now lol, but no pressure of course! Sorry if this is over stepping anything! Have a lovely day/night!

pairing: poly!sinclair x gn!reader

summary: when you get back from a difficult counsellor appointment, the sinclairs try to offer you some comfort

warnings: minor injury detail, blood

a/n: this isn't overstepping at all, i'm happy to write this for you! thank you so much for requesting, sorry it took a while, and i hope you enjoy! <3

also, sorry to hear your counsellor's being so difficult, i know the feeling when people don't listen to you. if you ever need to talk, my dms are always open :)

word count: 905

You were so frustrated you felt like you were about to explode as you walked through the front door of the house, Bo lounging about on the couch, Vincent clearly elsewhere.

It didn't take Bo long to notice something was up, as he stood up from the couch, proceeding to follow you into the kitchen. "The hell's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." You muttered, getting a glass of water as Bo stood beside you, leaning against the counter.

You'd just come back from a counselling session, and they hadn't listened to a word you'd said. You might as well have been talking to a brick wall.

"Well I think we both know that's bullshit, sweetheart." Bo argued, watching you as you leaned over the sink. "So what's the matter with you?"

"It doesn't matter."

Before Bo could say anything else, the front door swung open, Lester walking in with Jonesy happily circling his feet.

He was covered in dirt and smelled like wet dog as he walked into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge. He didn't even register you and Bo at first, as he sat down at the table with a bottle of orange juice, gulping it down like his life depended on it.

But once he finally acknowledged you both, he became mildly concerned by the agitated look on Bo's face. "You alright, (y/n)?"

"Fine." You answered, turning from the sink, only to crash into Vincent, the glass in your hand falling to the floor.

And that was the final straw, the thing to completely shatter the wall you had put up.

Tears burned your eyes as you bent down to start picking up the broken glass, and you wanted to scream, you wanted to yell at everyone in the room right now.

But all you could do was try desperately to hold back tears as you focused on picking up the glass.

Vincent was soon kneeling in front of you, attempting to help with the cleanup, but if you were being honest, you just wanted to be left alone right now.

All your frustration was bubbling up inside of you now, and you were worried you'd end up taking it out on the brothers, which would've been awful considering they'd done nothing wrong.

You picked up another piece of glass, adding it to the small pile you were creating in the palm of your hand, desperately trying to block everybody out as you did.

But the second Bo's hands came over yours, you were unable to keep yourself calm, turning and shoving him away from you, forgetting about the broken glass that was now enclosed in your fist.

You winced when you felt the glass pierce your skin, warm blood beginning to run across the palm of your hand.

Bo immediately spotted the blood seeping through your fingers, urging you to drop the glass as you opened your hand.

You practically stayed there in silence as Bo helped you up off the floor, instructing Vincent to go and get the first aid kit, telling Lester to clean up the mess.

"And make sure you keep the damn dog away from it. We don't want no more injuries around here." He'd added, as he guided you into the living room, sitting you down on the couch and kneeling in front of you, his hands still cradling your injured one.

"You gonna tell me what's wrong?" He finally asked you, concern in his eyes as he looked up at you.

Silent tears were staining your cheeks as you looked at him, all the pent up emotion finally spilling out of you.

You eventually offered him a brief explanation, to which he was surprisingly understanding.

"Alright, well let's take care of that hand and we can all relax, okay?" He told you.

You gave him a quiet nod, just as Vincent returned with the first aid kit.

He quickly looked you over, his rough hands carefully wrapped around your own as he inspected the injury. And he concluded that it wasn't serious, deciding to simply clean it up and wrap it.

Once he was finished, Bo joined you on the couch, Vincent coming to sit on the other side of you. And you were even more shocked when Bo handed you the remote, considering he never let anybody touch the remote.

A few moments passed and Lester finally arrived in the living room, carrying a slightly stained mug in his hands.

"Thought I'd make you some herbal tea." He smiled, handing you the cup. "Heard it's good for stress and stuff."

You offered him a small smile, before taking a sip of the tea. And it took everything in you not to visibly cringe from the taste. It was fucking digusting, but you still appreciated the gesture.

Lester then joined you all on the couch, his eyes never leaving you as he watched you sipping the tea.

To be completely honest, Bo and Vincent couldn't stop their gaze from wandering to you either. They all just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You meant so much to them, and despite their callous lifestyle, they couldn't bear to see you hurting.

But as you sat with them in front of the TV, a cheesy romance movie playing on the screen, you found that you were at peace. Being here, with your boys, you were home. And you wouldn't want it any other way.

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#the sinclairs #poly!sinclair x reader #the sinclairs x reader #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slashers #slashers x reader

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Ah, saving the best for last, for me anyhow, I love this fucking himbo. That’s right, we’re talking about Mr. Haberdae himself, or should I say Mr. Cullman, because this story starts much farther back than his name change. Joseph grew up in a loveless home, his parents only sticking together because a divorce was more work than either of them cared to put in. His folks never hit him, they hardly ever looked at him, that was until he started causing trouble

He fell in with a gang in middle school, the members having taken a shine to him when he stole a pack of his dad’s cigarettes and gave it to them. He got most of his bad habits from his gang, smoking, fighting, and just generally causing mischief. Joseph loved it, he was finally seen, as one hell of a fighter by his friends, and someone to keep an eye on by his parents, but it couldn’t last forever. Joseph’s dad finally decided to do his job and talked to him about it, and then they started yelling at each other

It escalated, he didn’t mean for it to, he doesn't even remember his father’s final words, only coming to when the old man was cold at his feet. He sat there for a long time, his face completely blank but his mind racing. He was just a kid, a high schooler, he wasn’t supposed to be strong enough to kill anyone, he isn’t strong enough to live with all of this, how did this happen, why why why why why-

When he looked out the window it was dark, not a star in the sky, no light, no warmth, just him and his dad’s cold body. He left that night, packed up whatever he could fit in his school backpack, and started walking, he couldn’t run, he was too numb to the world to even try. He stayed like that for a good while, picking up small jobs here and there to keep some cash in his pocket before setting off again

While hitchhiking on the side of some highway he saw a man trying to change his tire on the side of the road. He offered to help the man, his dad didn’t teach him much but he always did love his cars, so he knew a thing or two about changing a flat. After helping him the man offered to drive Joseph to the nearest town, which he happily took him up on, the summer heat making the poor boy sweat buckets

The man drove him all the way to town, the town, and told him he could stay as long as he’d like, he even had a guest room in his house if he wanted it. Joseph couldn’t believe what he was hearing, agreeing without hesitation, and even promising to earn his keep. He became the town’s mechanic, though he didn’t get to work on many cars. The town was, and still is, pretty small, you could easily walk the whole town, and most do

The only cars in town belong to the founder and Berry, though any repairs he does on it have to be on-site for some reason. With how much the guy pays Jo just chooses to keep his mouth shut. Most of the things he ends up repairing are kitchen appliances, washers, dryers, and old TVs. He likes it, he spent so much of his time breaking things a few years ago he finds it therapeutic to spend his time fixing things now

It took a while for him to settle in, everyone was just so friendly here, so full of life. Not to mention the weird dog person thing that kept growling at him whenever he passed. The growling eventually stopped once Joseph started giving a bit of his dinner to him every night, he didn’t have much of an appetite those first few months anyway, not with the weight still on his shoulders. The founder is very welcoming, treating Joseph like a son, even comparing him with Jean on occasion, though he never did this in front of Jean himself

Joseph loved the founder with all his heart, though he did move out eventually, saying he didn’t want to take advantage of his generosity any more than he already had. He stays in the town of course, no one ever leaves the town, but he gets his own place, somewhere he can really call his

It happened on a quiet Thursday afternoon, Joseph was fixing Mrs. Tobin’s blender, again, when he heard it, Bo’s howl. He got there as quick as he could but he couldn't stay long. He couldn’t look at him, he couldn’t look at his cold body. He walked back home as numb as he was that one dark night and started to wash his hands, but no matter what he did the blood wouldn’t come off, it was under his nails, under his skin, in his head, and there’s nothing that can wash that away

He stays like that, numb for the second time in his life. The only reason he doesn’t start walking again is because he keeps hearing about you. You’ll surely come now that the founder is dead, that’s what everyone else is saying anyway. You’re the only hope he has left, you’re the only chance he has to feel again. Even if it means you have to crack him open, spit in his eye, rip his heart to sheds, please, just make him feel again

And, that’s it! For the back stories anyhow. I’ll be working on how you meet everyone next but if you have anything you’d like to know in particular feel free to leave it in the tags or response its self. I really love this au and I can’t wait for you to meet everyone in the present day. Hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself! : D

Yesssssss I love him sooooooo much!!!! Poor guy tho, so traumatised 😔 I'm super curious about why Barry has a car, and also about how Jean felt when the founder showed up with Joseph 👀

#sunshine #cult town au #god this is all so cool!!!!!!! I can't wait to hear about what happens when the founder's kid comes to town >:3c #I'm always a fan of when people kill their shitty fathers :3c Joseph deserves a little patricide. as a treat.

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🦚💐🎼!

Maestro (Harpy Peacock) x Anonymous Reader

(AKZZKSKXKSKSXKS-- I wanna know who sent this on my gosh! Who is responsible for this??? x//Dc

I-is that you peacock harpy anon?? Are you back to give me more peacock prompts?? What do I do with all these fowl?!? These foul fowl. . . (Joking!)

This made me laugh out loud when I saw this prompt in my que, I wanted to say something as soon as I saw it, but I was good and went in order instead of skipping ahead! :')c Here is Maestro, a classical composer, and a bit of a jerk! Can you get them to chill out? Methinks the answer is yes 👀 )

You shuffle into your seat, next to your fellow musicians that made up your instruments section, hurrying to get your own instrument ready so when the great cantankerous composer swanned onto the podium you wouldn’t have to be given the evil eye. You sat up and craned your neck, trying to see if you could spot them from where you sat. Before turning your head down and furiously fumbling through your folder of piece music. “They’re coming— quick!” A soft murmur of noise causes you to drop your papers. Swearing under your breath and leaning down to attempt to gather them.

Your gaze meets a shiny pair of dark talons standing in front of you, and your heart sinks. Slowly looking up into a fierce face with bright blue-green feathers surrounding high cheekbones, a sharp nose and arched eyebrows. Their lips a fine pursed line, before they stoop and help you reclaim your papers, thrusting the ones you needed under your nose before stalking away. You wilt in your seat, a minotaur who sat beside you pat your shoulder with a gentle sympathy. A sharp impatient tapping on the podium that has everyone quickly ready their instruments to begin.

You had thought joining a band again had sounded fun, until you had the displeasure of meeting Jameson M. Maestro, or Maestro, as everyone called him. He was brilliant, with a razor sharp wit and even a sharper fuse. Every once in a while people would refer to him as Mr. Kettle. Which brought about a very vivid description of a tea kettle whistling steam and jumping around. You had laughed at the image your mind had conjured, and then had felt ashamed.

He never joined in on anything, when the band would gather for an after practice gathering. He was “too busy” or “had too much to do,” refusing to join and typically keeping to themselves after practice.

“I can’t believe he helped you pick up your papers!” Quipped a gnoll, licking the leftovers of a pain au chocolat from their nose.

“I hoped I wouldn’t have to step in again,” Murmured Bo, the big minotaur that was your chair mate. “He gets so angry and tense, I think he needs to take it easy on the newcomers, not everything can be perfect all the time.”

You sat with the few friends you made at a local coffee shop, staring down at the cup of tea that rested in front of you.

“Maybe he finally has?” Mariette, the gnoll, whiskered hopefully. “I feel like he’s getting a little better at least. With the whole temper thing.”

“I don’t know guys,” You said, “I’ve been thinking about quitting, the atmosphere is pretty intense in there.”

“What no!” A clawed hand gripping your shoulder, Mariette’s eyes wide. Bo’s usually angular features deflate. “Oh. . .”

“It’s only been a few weeks since you’ve been there!” Mariette shoots a look up at the Minotaur, “It’s too early to quit! Right Bo??” Bo, blinks and looks uneasy, “Well. . . he has been pretty tough on you kiddo. . . Maybe instead of quittin’ we can talk to him together. Talk to some of the other band mates and talk to him as a team. If it doesn’t get better. . .” The shaggy minotaur shrugs, “Well. . . if you leave, I leave. I don’t like seeing my little ball of sunshine cry.”

Mariette bristles before clenching her jaw, “. . . If you and Bo are outta there, so am I! We’ll just have to find some other hobby to do together.” You look over and smile at them, the stress and worry has your eyes beginning to flow over with tears. “Th-thanks for having my back guys. . .”

The unlikely friends share a big hug and a round of consoling before all going their separate ways. Before you knew it, a week had flown by and the conversation that you had put into the farthest corner of your mind had reared its ugly head.

“I really don’t wanna have that kind of talk with Maestro” You said to yourself in the mirror. “But if I quit I don’t want Mari and Bo to feel like that have to jump ship too.” You watched your brow crease before you sigh, splashing water on your face.

“I wish I knew what to do. . .”

You find yourself arriving to practice early, holding your instrument in front of you as you cautiously push the door open. Alarmed at finding an empty recital, you check your phone and groan inwardly.

“Oh man. . . it doesn’t start for another hour! Dummy— dummy!”

At least. . . it’s quiet. You shuffle up the stairs and leave your instrument on your seat. Putting your hands on your hips as you survey the empty building.

“I guess I can go get a coffee or something. . . I’d hate to go all the way back home just to leave again. . .”

You give another exasperated sigh, checking your phone as you walk back down the stairs. That’s when you notice out of the corner of your eye, a dim cast of light from underneath the door.

You slowly peek around the corner, seeing a brightly colored figure slumped on their desk, hands crossed under himself.

“Ah— Mister Maestro, are you okay?” You open the door and uneasily enter the room, “Maestro?” You put a nervous hand on his shoulder, and give him a little shake. Blue steely eyes crack open, causing you to retract your hand and jump back.

“Oh— thank goodness—“ You flustered, “I was afraid you— I don’t know, passed out?” You rest a hand over your heart and huff. Watching the harpy rouse sluggishly and hold his head.

“Enough, enough—“ He grumbled, “Who?” Before he turned his head and squinted in your direction, snatching a pair of spectacles and peering through them. His feathers did something funny then, ruffling up as he sprang to his feet, suddenly alert at your presence.

“You! What are you doing here?!”

You flinch and back up, “I-I’m here for recital! I j-just got here early!” Holding up your hands defensively.

“Recital. . . isn’t in another hour—“

“Y-yes! Yes I know that! I mean, I know that now, I came early on accident!”

The bright fluff of feathers slowly sink back down into their normal refined state, and he pinched the bridge of his nose with taloned fingers. The two of you standing in a silent and awkward stalement.

You suck in a breath of air.

“I-I can go— If you want. I didn’t mean to distu—“

“It’s fine.”

Both of you wince at the sharp sound of his voice and Maestro sighs grumpily, massaging his forehead.

“Let’s. . . try that again. What I meant is that, you are not disturbing me. I haven’t been sleeping well, and I was glad someone woke me up. Or else I could have slept the whole day away.”

“. . . Would you. . . like me to get you a cup of coffee. . . ?”

Steely eyes glance at you for a moment before he looks away. “. . . I can get something myself, thank you.”

Well. You tried.

You nod and make the mental choice not to take it personally, “Alright then, well if you change your mind, I’ll be going to the coffee shop a block away—“

You blink as you watch him shrug on a coat. Stepping back hastily as he marches forward, but then freezing as he comes to a stop beside you.

“Ah—“

“Since,” He intones quietly, his eyes not meeting yours, “You had to deal with the trouble of meeting me on a particularly dismal morning. . . I’ll treat.”

You stare at him taken aback, his eyes dart to yours ruffling uncomfortably before he stiffens and raises his head high. “I. . . don’t know the way. You have to show me.”

You blink a couple of times, trying to process the situation, as Maestro continues to fluff up with unease.

“O-oh! Sure I can show you where it is!” You give a hesitant smile and gives an almost mechanical nod, refusing to meet your eye.

#monster x reader #monster x human #exophilia #sfw #peacock harpy x reader #peacock harpy x human #harpy x reader #harpy x human #late night post whooo!#it’s cryptid hours baby!

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We Are Mandalorians: Our Love Must Be Forged (An AxePaz Fic)—Chapter 1

Hello, sweeties! This is a rivals-to-lovers fix-it AxePaz fic (the fix-it is for Paz’s death and the rivals-to-lovers takes a lot of bickering and homoerotic sparring, and some softer moments too). I guess it’s probably obvious, but Axe is going to be the one who saves Paz eventually. They’re gonna spelunk on Mandalore together, they’re gonna fight, they’re gonna have a great time—and so are you! Enjoy!

Axe had kept his eye on the larger, taciturn Mandalorian of the Watch since they left Nevarro’s orbit. He was a Vizsla—and they were a dangerous clan. A Vizsla in ancient times had been the one to forge the Darksaber, the symbol of the Manda’lor, and although the blade had changed hands many times throughout history, Vizslas always seemed to end up fighting to win it back.

Now, as he watched, Paz Vizsla knelt down in front of a child, probably no more than eight or nine, and laid a large hand on his shoulder. “You must stay here, Ragnar,” he said. Axe studied the child’s helmet; the colors were the same as those on Paz’s. This must be his child, Axe realized with jolt. He hadn’t pictured Paz as a family man—but he was quite gentle with his son, despite how little room for argument his tone left, and Axe knew instantly Paz had fulfilled the great calling of a Mandalorian in being a worthy parent. “Behave yourself,” Paz continued. “Don’t touch the weapons that aren’t for training, and don’t start fights with the younger children.”

Ragnar nodded, and Paz leaned the forehead of his helmet against his son’s. “I will return soon,” Paz said.

He stood and squeezed his son’s shoulder, then turned towards the rest of the landing party. Many of them, Axe had seen give their goodbyes already; some had none to give. There were only a few who had not yet arrived.

“What are you looking at?” Paz asked brusquely. Axe stared at him. “It’s rude to eavesdrop, Nite Owl.”

Axe felt anger rear up within him. He never gave much effort to restraining himself; it seemed a waste of energy. He knew he could win almost any fight, and what’s more, most of the people he spent time with on a daily basis knew it, too.

Paz didn’t back down when Axe stepped up, toe-to-toe, each with a hand threateningly close to his blaster. “You were speaking in plain sight,” Axe said. There was an edge buried deep in his tone that was sharper than the edge of the vibroblade holstered on his arm, which most failed to detect. Paz, however, seemed to hear every dark thing the inflection promised, and cracked his neck to one side.

“Alright, Mandalorians, it’s time to move out!”

Bo-Katan Kryze’s voice broke through the ranks of the gathered Mandalorians. Axe could almost see it coming between him and Paz, an invisible wall preventing any bloodshed on the deck of the ship.

Paz stared at him for a few moments. Axe didn’t like that he could never see what the Children of the Watch were thinking; he preferred an opponent whose eyes he could read. “Watch your step, Nite Owl,” Paz said, before turning to follow the others to the bay where their landing ship was waiting.

As Axe purposefully lengthened his stride to walk in front of Paz, he felt his anger making room for something else, something that had been born in him the moment he saw Paz with his son...though it was fed by much less tender things.

He had enjoyed stepping up to the cobra’s dance of a proper standoff. He loved the adrenaline that shot through him when Paz had refused to give, the sickeningly thrilling anticipation at the idea of actually dueling him.

He shoved that back down as he buckled himself into the seat, but he also pushed his anger away. He needed his head clear for the recon mission.

Then Paz walked into the ship and sat down right next to him, and suddenly keeping emotion to a minimum seemed a much more daunting task.

#Paz Vizsla #axe woves #axepaz #axe x paz #paz x axe #the mandalorian #mandalorian season 3 #Star Wars #rivals to lovers #fix it #and by it I mean death lol #ragnar vizsla #fic #nite owls #children of the watch #mandalore #paxe #martianbugsbunny writes fic

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vincent-sinclair-deserved-better · 2 years

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concept I thought of while trying to fall asleep:

at college Vincent would always go to the library to study etc, and it just so happened that he sat at a table with another student - at first it was just kinda coincidentally a couple timea, until it just. became a thing. they never talked or interacted, didn't even sit across from each other, but they still just were there "together" in a way.

eventually, he disappears - as in, doesn't show up to the library anymore, and it takes some time for the other student to find out that he'd left college and returned home (since they didn't have any classes together).

however, one day they find a small package in front of their door, no name ir indication as to who put it there, and when they open it they find a candle and a small wax figure of their favourite mythical figure (or animal etc) that they'd been reading about or sketching when in the library.

on the bottom of both the name "Vincent" is carved in

so far so good, right?

...right?

(angst under the cut bc in this house we just can't have nice things)

I was trying to figure out a way to bring them to Ambrose and how Vincent would recognise them - like a necklace or something. but i wasn't sure if that would be possible to make from wax and kinda wanted to stick with that so... small figure. however, they wouldn't be carrying that around. and then i was like "he'd possibly recognise them based on look anyway"

and THEN my brain went "ok but what if Bo killed them already or Vincent just kinda doesn't care to keep them alive per se and more just to keep them around so-"

imagine them sitting at a table like in the library, leaning over a book or notebook. Vincent reaches over to brush their hair from their face/their cheek, looking at their profile and the tiny smile that pulls at the corner of their mouth, eyes fixed on the work before them for eternity.

he'd move most of the work he could do that didn't cause a mess or require a workbench there

it's about keeping the memory alive, a reminder of simpler happier times

#cylas speaks #why must i hurt myself so #how hcs #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #house of wax #house of wax headcanon #house of wax 2005 #how 2005 #house of wax au #vincent sinclair college au #fanfic #slasher fanfic #slasher hcs #slasher fandom #sinclair hcs

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One shot/ Peter Maximoff

Summary: This would be a kind of "continuation" of the previous imagine I did of Quicksilver because the protagonist (that is, you) has the same powers. You can read the previous one if you want or you can read just this one.

Warning: None

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It was very common for me to visit Peter at his house or for him to invite me since we were great friends. This time I decided to stop by his house because I hadn't seen him for a long time and I missed him.

I knocked on his door and his mother greeted me with a big smile.

"Y/n what a surprise to have you here!"-Her voice was melodious and her gaze had a flash of joy.

"I'm sorry that I arrived without warning, am I bothering you?"

"No, don't worry. you're welcome whenever you want, please come in hun"-Her smile widened even more and he opened the door all the way, leaving me room to pass.

When I entered the first thing I saw was the kitchen on the right and on the left there was a large armchair in front of a TV and the dining room was a little further back.

Pet's mother put on an apron and began to wash the dishes.

"You can wait for Peter in the garden, honey. Wanda is there playing"-She said

I opened the back door that led to the large park carefully and got out. The breeze was cool and the sun shone brightly high in the sky. And in the center of the large garden was little Wanda, Peter's younger sister.

she was wearing a white dress and her hair was loosely blowing in the wind, she was sitting on the grass and playing with two dolls

When she sees me approaching, she runs towards me with her arms open and with the biggest smile I've ever seen.

"Y/N!!!"

Wanda was always happy to see me, she is like a little sister to me and I know that I am for her too. His mother keeps telling me that she adores me and misses me every time I leave. I lift her up and hug her and then greet her with a kiss on her cheek

"Yes you came!"-she said tenderly still in my arms and clinging to my neck

"Did you think that I was not going to visit my favorite person?"

"And is that person Peter or me?"-she said with a mischievous smile

that brat knew how to hit the target

"Wanda! me? visiting Peter? pff"-I opened my mouth pretending to be offended and then rolled my eyes- I think you're delirious, come on show me what you were doing before I arrived

she nodded vigorously and after leaving her delicately on the floor, wanda took my hand and dragged me to where her dolls were.

We both sat on the soft grass with our legs entwined like a Buddha. one facing the other

"I was playing with my Jessie and Monica dolls"-she said while showing me a blonde doll in a purple superhero outfit with silver details and another brown doll in a blue outfit and black jacket- Jessie can fly and shoot beams from her eyes-showing me the purple suit doll- And Monica can move things with her mind and she can make shields-now pointing to the one with the black jacket

"Mmh I think Monica looks a bit like you, right?"

She nodded smiling and bowing her head slightly modestly.

suddenly she cheered up and told me

"Now that you're here you can play with me! It's more fun if we're two"

"Of course Wanda, it would be a pleasure"-I smiled at her with a maternal instinct

But then she got serious and said solemnly

"But you play with Jessie"

I threw my head back in a laugh that infected the little girl and she started laughing with me. So with one doll each we started to create stories

Mrs. Maximoff finished washing the dishes and went to see Peter in the basement. When he went downstairs he found him concentrating in front of the arcade playing as usual

He wore a white t-shirt and faded jeans, his short silver hair was somewhat messy.

"Peter, are you playing Pacman again?"

having a silence as an answer, or almost a silence since you could hear the sound effects that came out of the arcade, she insisted again

"Hellooo, earth calling Peteeer"

But the boy didn't take his eyes off the screen

His mother sighed long patiently

"Y/n is here, if you are interested in seeing her, she is in the garden with your sister"

Magic words. As soon as Peter heard that name, he turned around in surprise.

Mrs. Maximoff walked away with a triumphant look, but not before saying

"I think your damn pacman can wait..."

The sprinter waited for his mother to come up so she wouldn't see him disappear like a madman to see y/n

With his super speed he went out to the back door and stopped in the door frame. In the middle of the garden were her and his sister. Peter leaned his shoulder against the door frame with his arms crossed as he looked amused and grinned at the two girls from afar

We were still playing when Wanda stopped and shyly told me

"Y/n.. Could you use your powers for me?"

I stopped and pretended to think looking up

"Mmh I don´t know.."

Wanda came closer to me and pulling my arm said

"Please, please, pleaseee"

I couldn't help but smile and to please her I placed my hands around my body and closed my eyes. I could feel how the earth spoke to me. I started to move my fingers gently while the little girl looked at me in ecstasy.

the grass tickled me under my fingers, at first it seemed that nothing was happening but little by little some daisies began to grow around us forming a circle. Wanda's eyes shone with emotion.

When I opened my eyes, a fragrance invaded my nose and I saw the beautiful daisies near me.

"Yaaay!! You're the best y/n!!"-she said hugging me

"Now what do you think if we pluck flowers for a bouquet?"

"Hurray!! And I will give them to my mommy!"

While the little girl tummy down plucked flowers, I combed her long hair with my fingers and also started plucking daisies to place in her silky hair. I made two braids and joined them in a half ponytail. I began to place the daisies gently in the braids that I had made for her.

when I finished with her hairstyle, I asked her distracted

"Haven't you seen your brother by any chance? It's not that I'm interested in seeing him-I laughed nervously- but at least he could come and say hello"

"Oh but i'm looking at him right now"-Wanda said amused

"What?!"

The little sister pointed to where Peter was and when he was discovered, he changed his pose for an awkward grimace that was supposed to be a smile and placed a hand on his neck

"I'll leave the two of you alone"-she winked at me and ran off with the bouquet for her mother

Wanda smiled at her older brother as she brushed past him and ran into the house.

I stood up uncomfortably as Peter ran over to me.

"Hey spring, how you doin?"

He often called me that because of my powers.

"Hi speedy, i'm great"-I also had a nickname for him

We both stared at each other with a goofy smile on our lips. I didn't know how to start a conversation so we stayed silent while I put my hands in the pockets of my jacket and he whistled softly looking up at the clouds.

"Soo.."-He wanted to start the talk but he got stuck in that sentence

"I saw the hairstyle you did for my sister, it looks pretty on her. I didn't know you had hairstyling skills"

I laughed covering my mouth

"It was nothing, really"

"Are you kidding me? The last time I tried to braid Wanda's hair, my hands got tangled up in her head"-he said showing me his hands

I laughed amused imagining the situation while I took off my jacket

Pet looked at me slowly running his tongue lightly across his lips.

When I noticed his gaze, he tried to turn his head away, blushing slightly.

"What were you doing looking me up and down Maximoff?"-I slowly approached him with my arms on my hips seductively.

"Oh trust me you don't want to play that game y/n"-Peter swallowed

"Really? Why?"-I said honeyed as I brushed a strand away from my face to tuck it behind my ear.

He looked at my mouth, his look was hungry

"Ok.. I warned you"-He said before disappearing and appearing quickly behind me.

"Peter what the he- Oh!"

I felt Peter's firm hands hugging my waist and pulling me to the ground.

"Ow!"-I fell on my side and Peter, without letting go of me, leaned on top of me and began to tickle me frantically.

"No Peter please!"-I started laughing hysterically as I writhed and kicked but the speedster wouldn't let go of his grip.

"This is what happens when you play with fire, baby"-he said maliciously

Maximoff tickled my belly, my neck, and even under my arms.

"OK I GIVE UP, I'M SORRY!"-I screamed almost out of breath

He stopped tickling and looked at me funny even on top of me

"So you accept that you lost"

"Yeah, whatever dumb"-I said panting

we stared at each other in silence. We were quite close to each other and Peter's gaze kept coming down to my lips.

Peter and Wanda's mother looked at us through the window of the house between fun and curious

Suddenly Speedy's hand slowly moved up from my hip until it reached my back under my blouse.

It gave me a slight chill when I felt the cold touch of his hand.

His other hand grabbed my waist while I placed one hand on his neck and another gently grasping his cheek. Peter's body tightened even more with mine and while I looked at his mouth fiercely we got closer our faces until my lips were almost touching his and I could feel his breath close to me.

I was closing my eyes to kiss him when a scream made me shudder

"PETER!! Look at this!!"

Wanda came running towards us with her hair blowing in the wind as Peter jerked away from me red as a tomato and I scrambled to my feet.

"Look what I did for you Peter"-she said innocently as if she hadn't interrupted anything important

in her small hands she held a flower tiara, of course

"Wow did you do it?"

Wanda nodded

Peter put on the flower tiara and made a graceful bow to immediately pick up his little sister and place her on his back and unfolding his arms as if he were an airplane, he began to walk around the entire garden while Wanda laughed out loud and I follow them laughing too behind

Mrs. Maximoff turned away from the window smiling as she thought about how her son was happiest when he was around you.

that's it! I'm sorry but I can't stop writing stories with this boy, I love him so much 😣

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