#bo sinclair pound me now

[softtrashmouth]

Bo Sinclair x Twitter stan!reader

a/n: random thought I had so pls enjoy this mess.

Pairings: Bo Sinclair x Gn!reader

summary: instances where reader is always saying “slay”, “please tell me I got krissed”, etc etc.

word count: 1,063

It started as a few small phrases nothing too noticeable, but to be fair Bo noticed everything about you.

Initially, Bo took your newfound slang as you being from the more populated cities and not from the countryside but he never would have guessed it came from a stupid little app on your phone.

“what’re ya ramblin bout’ now sweetheart?” Bo would question with a tilt of his head and a curious gleam in his eyes.

The sound of Bo’s voice made you spin around so fast your head felt dizzy.

“jus’ tellin’ Vinny here that his new wax figure was slaying, it’s giving the monopoly guy, look at his hat!” you could only gleam with pure happiness, throwing your pointer finger at the new wax finger excitedly.

Bo just gave you a quizzical look, glancing between you and Vincent as Vincent just gave him a shrug, silently removing himself to get back to his work.

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Another hot day in Ambrose had you spreading out on the couch with a box fan next to you as you lazily scrolled through Twitter. Laughing and slapping a hand over your mouth now and then when you saw a good meme, simply passing time until Bo got home.

As you were scrolling through the very last bits of a Twitter thread fight you had been reading for the past 15 minutes, tears swelling your eyes as you tried to contain your laughter knowing too much noise would annoy Vincent as he worked you heard the front door creak open.

Typically, you would greet Bo with a warm kiss and shove your fingers through his slightly damped hair but right now you were still caught up on the Twitter thread, fully invested in this online drama.

Bo trudged into the house, boots heavily slapping against the floor as the sounds got louder and louder until they came to a complete stop. You could feel Bo’s eyes burning holes into your neck as you wiped a hand under your eyes still snickering at the posts.

“Well hello to you too darlin’”

Bo scowled as he made his way to sit on the love seat opposite of you watching as you spared him a glance before locking your eyes back on your screen, which earned a loud scoff from Bo.

Knowing he’d scold you like a mother for “Bein’ on the damn phone too much” or the lack of attention you were unsure, so you put your phone down and made your way to him.

Quickly find your way to Bo’s lap your hands reflexively made their way to his shoulders as you began to massage them, peppering soft kisses all over his face. This seemed to please Bo as he let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes as you began to relax him.

“What’s so important on that stupid phone of yers anyways huh?”

Bo questioned, eyes still closed as he let out an amused but annoying hum. Your fingers grazed the curls at the end of his hair a soft smile playing on your lips as you recall what has kept you entertained while you waited for him. Pulling your phone out and opening the Twitter app you went through your likes and began showing Bo what had kept your attention from him.

Earning a small scoff as you read him the tweets, chuckling every so often when you found something funny.

“And then they asked “what shoes yo momma got on” “ you snickered twisting your phone towards Bo’s face allowing him to watch as you mindlessly scroll. To which he would playfully roll his eyes making some sarcastic comment about how stupid the things you found funny were.

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Your face dropped almost as soon as you heard the quiet thud followed by small pitter-patters and a jingle of a bell.

You see, moments earlier you hummed a soft tune to yourself as you slowly spread the strawberry jam across the bread, quickly flipping the loaf onto the other half which was messily covered in peanut butter.

Smiling to yourself you decided to grab a glass of juice to complete your meal, absent-mindedly setting the sandwich down on the plate as you reach to grab a wine glass which was your first mistake.

At the sound of what could only be compared to a large dinner being ravaged, you turned on your heel to be met with Jonesy’s doe eyes as she licked the remaining strawberry jam that drooped on her nose.

Anger, shock, surprise. Any emotions you could have possibly felt all rushing over you until you finally settled on disbelief.

Laughing to yourself you counted all of your fingers, pinched your skin, anything that would prove this was a dream or that the summer heat was simply making you hallucinate.

“Okay, very funny. Where's the cameras?”

You huffed quickly shuffling through the kitchen, flinging open every cabinet door, the pantry door, and even going to look inside the fridge.

“Where’s the music, please tell me I was just krissed” you mumble to yourself as you check the last cabinet. Huffing to yourself you finally let it go and decided to just make another sandwich.

Standing up from your crouched position you began to pull out more bread, sloppily re-making the sandwich, turning back on your heels once more to begin to place the food back where you got it you see Bo with an unreadable expression making you freeze.

“How long have you been watching me?”

You mumbled, a mouth full of peanut butter and strawberry jam. Bo just shook his head as he slowly stalked his way toward you, arms wrapping around your middle as his chin dug into the dip between your neck and your shoulder.

You could feel his hot breath fanning over your neck as he smirked.

“You an that damn phone y/n.”

bo chuckled.

#i haven’t wrote in a year omg #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair fluff #bo sinclair pound me now

[msookyspooky]

Goin' Hunting

You've been running from Bo all around Ambrose for the last hour...And he finally catches you in the woods.

Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader • CNC • Dubcon • S/M • Master/Submissive • Primal Play • Outdoor Sex • Rough Penetration VP • Fingering • Humiliation • Domination • Degredation • Praise Kink • Later; Established Relationship and Brat Dynamic from Reader

No Word Count. Not proofread.

Your heart pounded as you sprinted to the woods. God damn it, you were so close! So fucking close to escaping.

Gasping for air, legs aching, knees weak and stumbling as you kept running...You heard a long...Low... Whistle...Somewhere behind you in the woods.

You froze, plastering yourself up against a tree. Sweat was dripping down your face and into your eyes as you blinked it away. It was pitch black outside except for a Quarter Moon. Bryer bushes scrapped exposed skin except for your jeans and flannel. It was October in Ambrose...Still warm for Louisiana but there was a damp heaviness in the air that made a chill ghost over your skin.

"C'mon out, darlin'....Ya ain't gettin' away. Ya know this...YER JUS' MAKIN' IT HARDER ON YERSELF!" He yelled out with both amusement and frustration lacing his thick Southern Accent. He was a predator. Through and through. He looked at you not like a human but like some scared little rabbit running from him.

You knew what he'd do if he caught you.

You covered your mouth, eyes wide to try and not say anything. Trying not to whimper as your eyes darted to the side.

He was in blue coveralls and that hat that read sweetbird 69. His tall broad shouldered frame crept past your tree and you felt your heart drop out. Trembling with anxiety as he looked around and looked the other way before huffing to himself and walking away from back where he came.

You felt your shoulders untense as you finally took a tiny, quiet breath you were holding. Slowly releasing your mouth and waiting a few moments. You snuck a peek seeing he wasn't there. He must have went back to the road or to Ambrose to hunt for you.

You took the risk to make a run for it. Lester! If you could get to the road, if he saw you, he could get you out of here and you could win this.

You shoved off the tree taking off before releasing a scream when you got tackled to the ground.

"GOTCHYA!"

You struggled and he slammed you down with a grin. "Shh, shhhh." He told you as you fought him. Trying to crawl away from under him with fistfuls of leaves and soil in your fingers as he just grabbed you by your thighs and dragged you back to him.

"I don't think so, honey." He growled out and with a slight grunt flipped you onto your back where you had even less leverage.

"Get the fuck off me!" You yelled, teeth gritted as you tried shoving him off. "Motherfucker, get off!!"

He just chuckled at your attempts to shove his big self. He was well over 6'1, probably close to or was 180 lbs of muscle mostly and had an aggression in him that just spurred him on.

He grabbed your jaw and squished your cheeks. "Shhh...Shh, it's okay. It's over now. Ya aint gotta fight no more."

You kept struggling, grunts and cries escaping you as you screamed.

"Go ahead! Scream all ya want, sweetheart. Yer gonna be doin' plenty of it tonight...Ain't nobody around to hear ya." He mused with a sadistic smirk.

You tried to use your hand to shove him off by his face and he just grabbed both your wrist and jerked them down. Pinning them to your sides. Your heart hammered, your body trembled, a tingling went through your whole body at realizing just how strong he was. No matter your strength, he was stronger and had the upperhand...He could do whatever he wanted and you were helpless.

He smiled down at you. A bit of sweat curling his hair near his forehead as he caught his breath a bit from chasing you. "Yer a fun one, ain't ya?" He shoved you down more as you flinched with wide eyes. "Gave me quite a workout chasin' yer fine ass all over town. But I won. And now? I think I deserve a prize for winnin'."

He came foreward and tried to kiss you and you tried to bite him. He just laughed heartily in amusement at you. "Biting are we? I didn't take you for a feral dog...More like a sweet lil toy I get to use...Is that what you are? My toy I get to use?"

"Fuck you!"

"Don't you worry bout that. Imma do plenty of it out here." He retorted with a dark chuckle.

"You'll never get away with this! You don't have to do this, I won't tell, please!" You tried to reason as you felt him switch your wrist so he had you by one hand, pinned over your head. The other large hand of his roamed with that black and silver ring reflecting off the moon every so often. You could see his veins in his hand as he jerked at your belt and you whimpered and shook your head.

"Hey." He sternly told you before his voice became sweet and mocking once more. "You're gonna be a good lil thing for me, ain't ya? It'll only hurt for a lil bit. Jus' a few minutes of pain, nothin' too bad. I'll be done before ya know it."

He unsnapped your belt with one hand and worked on the button of your jeans as you fought and struggled in a panic. "N-No! No, don't-"

He cut you off by shhing you again. His blue eyes gleaming down at you with his pupils dilated. A sick smirk on his face. He was enjoying seeing you almost in tears, seeing you scared, feeling you fight him. He was a sadist, that was for sure.

You screamed and used your last bit of strength to knee him in the lower side as hard as you could. He grunted as you got away. But just enough to get a foot away before he grabbed you while you both were still on the ground.

He shoved you into a sitting position against the base of a tree. "Now, why ya fightin' for? Yer jus' makin it worse on yerself!...That knee kinda hurt, sweetheart. " He grinned that lopsided grin of his with his brows furrowed a bit. "The more ya fight, the worse its gonna get. I was gonna go easy on ya but now? I think you need tore up a lil bit. Need those sexy thighs to have some bruises even a few welts on that nice ass too-" He smacked the side of your ass through your jeans with a smirk. "I think you can handle it."

You stared at him with wide eyes as he held you by the throat up against the tree. On his knees while you sat. Everytime you raised an arm he squeezed tight enough to make your vision blurred. Once your arms fell to your sides he loosened it just enough to let you get tiny breaths of air. "Good...tha's a good toy for me."

You had tears in your eyes, gasping for air, sweat dripping off you as you could do nothing now. He was in control and he knew it. You felt small, helpless, vulnerable.

You whimpered with a cut off cry as you felt his calloused fingers dip into your jeans and feel your pussy. Running along the outers lips and just barely dipping in.

He pulled his hand out with a giant grin and a laugh at how wet you were. Coating his fingers in long slick trails of wetness from...The excitement? Adrenaline? Your body just reacting to this situation? Either way, you jerked your head away with shame.

"Ain't that jus' beautiful... It's like you know jus' how to turn yerself on...." He ripped your jeans off and then ripped at that flannel to expose you more. "I think yer startin' to like this, baby...Do you like this? Do you like knowing I can take whatever I want from your body and you can't do nothin' to stop it? Ya like the rush of fightin' an' runnin' from me?"

You furiously shook your head and gasped when you felt his thumb make rough circles over your clit. Jolting and trying to squirm away with no where to go. He used his hand to jerk your head to look at him while he kept rubbing your now hardening clit. "Ah, ah. Yer gonna look at me and tell me how much this is turning you on."

You shook your head with his fingers still digging into your jaw. You grit your teeth trying to ignore the heat pooling in your lower abdomen. "No...No, I don't."

He smirked. "Really? That why yer pussys so wet?" He jeered. "Now...Say it."

You refused stubbornly and he pinched your clit lightly hood and all. Your back arched and jolted in pain and pleasure at the same time. But the pain was a bit more as he did it again harder this time as you forced out with shut clenched eyes. "I enjoy it!"

He chuckled and gently rubbed soothing circles over your aching clit. "There ya go...Oh sweetheart. That is so sensitive! I can't wait to make ya scream for me." He grabbed your chin roughly again and forced you to look at him while he rubbed you there.

You tried so hard not to give him the satisfaction of seeing your body betray you. But your brows rose up and your mouth parted as he smeared some wetness over your clit and used two calloused fingers to rub underneath and all around your aching bundle of nerves.

He smirked that lopsided toothy grin at you. "I don't know about you, Sweetheart, but my bodies tellin' me to take somethin' from this lil situation...What's yer body tellin' you?"

You whisper to him, face hot and tears in your lashes. "P-Please, don't."

A dark brow rose as his fingers dipped down lower. "Yer beggin'? Funny, I don't remember askin'. Ya need to realize somethin' here, darlin'...I'M in charge. Not you. And I don't remember askin' for permission or askin' if you wanted this...This is allll for me."

"P-Please-"

"Hush." He jeered, seeming to get short with you as his thick masculine digit barely went in before he took it out and did two. Your mouthed opened in a shaky gasp as he kept talking. "Now we're gonna do this my way. You just need t' shut up and let me enjoy this moment without all that bitchin'."

His fingers stretched you but there wasn't too much resistance with how wet you were. Just a short moment of discomfort with the sudden stretch before he started curling his fingers and twisting them up into that cushioned frontal wall. The man was the devil.

You couldn't even contain the whimpering moan as he kept a firm grip on your chin so he could see your face at all times.

"Oh God, don't." You softly moan out as he just picked up the pace on your already adrenaline high turned on body.

"I don't think ya get it, darlin'...This is happening one way or another. Here in Ambrose, yer gonna learn what I say goes and if I want to make yer body get an ounce of pleasure before I have my fun then that's jus' how it'll be...Just relax." He cooed the last part with an evil smirk.

This wasn't for your benefit. He just loved forcing it out of you. Loved seeing the shame on your face as your own body betrays you.

You released a sobbing sort of moan. He leaned forward. "Just...Give in Sweetheart." He chuckled and got closer to whisper in your ear. "I'm sure you'll enjoy yerself. Jus' let it feel good."

His fingers kept doing that upward tickling motion on your g spot as your thighs started to quiver. A gasp escaped you as he kept coaxing you with his fingers and his words to cum.

He grinned when you moaned louder, feeling your inner muscles clench his fingers a bit as that heated started pooling in you. "Oh, no more fight in ya, huh? Where did that fiesty lil fighter go?" He pulled his fingers out as you whined in protest. So close you could almost taste it. "Oh so you liked that. Well you ain't enjoying nothin' without me." He started undoing the fly on his coveralls.

You tried to have some resistance. Some form of pride left as you felt tears running down your cheeks and you numbly shook your head. In a pleading tone. "No."

He sternly told you in a half sneer half smirk. "I don't remember askin' you a damn thing about what you wanted." He pulled himself out. Hard as can be and even leaking a bit as he pumped his cock a few times "Whaddya think this dance is for? Yer in Ambrose now. This is what we do to sexy lil things like you that get in over their head."

He grabbed your arms and pushed in. Your head reeled back and...God damn...He felt...Good. He shouldn't! But his was such a perfect size and shape to you in your nervous, excited, fearful and turned on body. You could feel a second hearbeat in your clit and your inner walls ached. They ached so bad from his teasing that the stretch felt like much needed itch that had to be stratched. It hurt a little at how forceful he pushed in but it hurt so good at the same time as your head snapped back and your hips bucked at the sudden intrusion with a strangled cry from your lips.

He chuckled, not moving for only a few seconds. Grinning in pure sadistic pleasure. "Oh you like that, don't ya?" He pulled out thrust forward with a harsh grunt while gripping your hair; forcing you to look at him. "If I remember correctly, this whole thing!-" He thrust harshly again as you saw stars and felt a deep aching soreness in your lower abdomen that hurt but fuck it was a good hurt. The type of pain that was easily overlooked for the building pleasure you were feeling. "-Started from you trying to fight me so hard!" He grunted again through clenched teeth as he thrust hard into you, this time it hit deep and you cried in pain a little. "Well how you like it now, huh? Ya like it rough?"

You tried to bite your lip and shake your head and then the bastard switched it up. Pulling out halfway and doing short but fast trusts right on your g spot and you groaned low in your throat. He laughed at that.

"Oh yes you do, darlin'. All that fighting in the beginning? You just wanted me to get this out of your system." He kept thrusting grunting a bit as he leaned in and nibbled at your ear. "You like it when I'm in charge. Yer just too shy to admit it."

You gasp and tremble as that thrusting is so damn firm and hard and fast and the fucker angled his hips upward. He knew what he was doing as you felt your inner muscles involuntarily clench around him.

"There we go, beautiful. Now ya ain't thinkin' bout it s' hard." He raised your chin to look at him. "Ya don't wanna ruin this moment. Cause this might be the best moment of whatever time you got left...So just enjoy the ride." He let go of your chin and shoved your thighs upward while thrusting deeper and fadter. "Oooh fuck, baby...Shit." He grunted out with a tiny moan himself as he went hard in you.

Your eyes rolled back and a tiny grunt of 'no', 'please', 'I can't' escaped you every thrust as your inner muscles betrayed you. Starting to do a milking motion around his cock on their own as he moaned a bit.

"Oh, that's it. S' good for me...It's alright, sweetheart. Nobody has to know ya like this. This can be yer dirty lil secret."

"I d-don't." You forced out not even believing it yourself as your face screwed up in pleasure the deeper he went.

"Hah, there's that face again." He grunted out with a slight smirk. Sweating and face flushed as he drove into you. "Ya can't hide it, darlin'. I can see it in yer eyes. I know you like this. Your sweet pussy keeps suckin' me in...Sopping wet....Urgh!" He groaned when you involuntarily clenched and it made his face screw up into a sneer as he pounded you on the forest floor against the base of that tree. He jerked your head back by your hair. "You love this. It's why I can make ya do anything. You're mine in Ambrose. You do what I say and you love it or learn t' love it."

"Noo-" You moaned out feeling yourself getting closer as tears kept pricking your eyes.

"Yes!" He laughed out through a moan while his blue eyes stared into yours. "You're doin' such a good job of makin' this fun for me. What a good toy you are, fightin' me and actin' like you don't like it. Yer goddamn pathetic, darlin'. A filthy, naughty lil liar whose pussy is betrayin' em."

You trembled, high pitched cries escaping you. "Yess-" You shook yourself realizing with shame you just said that. "No." You gasped.

He grinned while he kept thrusting a spot you seemed to like. "Yeah, ya like it. I think this whole chase was jus' you puttin' up some walls so you didn't look so desperate...You're so pathetic darlin'. Don't try to fake it. You love this. Maybe I'll keep ya around a lil longer and walk ya around Ambrose on a leash? Show anyone and everyone what a good pet I can make you be...You'll get addicted to this, sweetie...Good lil whore-"

You couldn't contain it any longer as those wonderful tingles and seering heat just washed over you. You hung your head back and yelled out in orgasmic bliss as he kept fucking you. He was right, you did scream. You couldn't even hold it back and you didn't want to. This was too damn animalistic and primal and wrong not to cry out.

He stuttered his hips a bit at how hard your pussy was clenching him as your hips bucked. "Fuckin' shit, honey." He gasped out. As soon as you calmed down and your muscles where just contracting every so often he huffed with a smirk. "Ooh you are such a lil freak, darlin! I haven't had one like you in too damn long. Maybe I was wrong...You're not pathetic, yer disgusting. Yer body doesn't lie as much as yer mouth does." He leered with a sadistic grin as he panted while thrusting.

You laid there satisfied. The adrenaline gone...The game over as you gave him a lazy smirk while he kept thrusting.

He looked a bit perplexed while moving slower in you. "What's that face for? Ya finally ready to admit yer nothin' but a naughty toy for me?"

You grinned and leaned forward to kiss his nose. He completely stopped thrusting. Looking with wide eyes and a faint tinge to his face before giving you a wry smirk. "Hey, jus' cause the games over for you don't mean it is for me....Stop bein' sweet, damn it."

You chuckled, blissed out on cloud nine. God Damn that was the type of orgasm that...You need a nap, a drink, a cigarette. Fuck. All you could do was with tear streaked cheeks and watery eyes and a heated face just give him that dumb satisfied grin.

He thrust a few more times before you decided to help a bit. Tired of the game and wanting your lover to hurry up so you could go shower and cuddle in bed all night. You used those inner muscles to clench and unclench while swiveling your hips the best way you could. He gasped out. "Hey! Heey, I'm in charge!... Urgh, fuckin' damn it YN!" He screwed his face shut and groaned low in his throat as he thrusted a few more times before panting and staying in one spot. "...Shit....Uh fuck." He panted out before looking back up at you. Giving you an annoyed look.

"...We'll have to think of a better punishment for you. Yer too damn freaky and I'm gonna have to be creative. Yer such a bad lil thing." He finally cracked a smile himself.

You were out of subspace. The chase and fighting and roleplay was over as you huffed with a coy smile. "I am not."

He pulled out of you and just held you for a moment. "Oh, yes you are. It's okay to be naughty jus' don't be so stubborn bout it." He looked at you before kissing your forehead with a sigh. "But it does make it more fun. You're such a perfect toy...Still gotta make you work for it though."

I scoffed. "Why?"

He smirked down at you. "Cause you'll be the most spoiled brat if I let you get whatever you want whenever you want. You're insatiable. I'll never get anything done around here!"

"Oh no, spoiling me? How awful." You chuckled and he smiled fondly down at you in return.

He stared down at you, using his thumb to caress your cheek. This was...It was interesting. You WERE a victim...You and him bonded during your time in that room. What started out as a supposed Master/Slave dynamic quickly became something more the more he got to know you. He fought it hard but after a while he couldn't deny his caring for you. You were that missing piece. It helped your inner freak matched his. You brought out his sadism to the point he rarely got other victims. You were too fun. And he brought out that side of you that wanted to be dominated and taken care of. This chade thing was your idea after you taunted him he was gonna get too tired to chase victims eventually anyways. All it took was a 'wanna bet?' and that predatory sadistic look in his eyes and you took off in both fear and glee making him work for it the last hour. You playing like you hated it and fighting him was all part of the game.

"What?" You asked as he gazed down at you.

"...Thinking how much I hate you. How damn soft you've made me." He had his hand around your throat. "Should've killed ya months ago. Ain't never let a toy get this comfortable."

You knew he was bluffing as you gazed up at him with soft eyes. You quickly found a look that made him weak and you pulled it out when you really needed it. His eye twitched in irritation as he kissed you. "Damn you..."

You kissed him chaste and sweet before telling him pleasantly. "You love me."

I tiny smile tried tugging his lips. "I tolerate you." He lost the smile, sighed, then just let it come back again. "...I do care for ya quite a bit though, honey. I ain't felt like this in too damn long."

"Sounds like love but you're too stubborn. C'mon, say it. 'I love you'."

"Glad to hear you admit it, brat." He huffed in bemusement while giving mock anger. "You ain't in charge here."

"Come oonnn, it's just us in the woods! Ain't like you haven't said it before. " You teased softly.

He groaned, rolling his eyes and acting more annoyed then you knew he was. "Fine. I love ya, ya fuckin' pain in the ass....Should've left the glue on yer mouth when I had you tied to that chair." He sighed with a slight smirk. "Come on. Let's go home." He helped you up. His body language of steadying you and his eyes roaming over you to make sure he didn't hurt you as much as normal victims; betrayed him. You were so tempted to retort 'something something...Body's not lying as much as your mouth does-" But you relented. Getting your pants back on.

You flinched when moving.

He looked pleased with himself. "Sore?" All before looking at you tenderly. That look reserved only on rare occasions for you. "C'mon, baby. Let's get you home...This was fun."

You let him lead you, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.

You finally said once you got out of the woods. "I almost made it to the road. You know the rules...If Lester or some car picks me up to lead me back to Ambrose? I'm in charge. You will be MY toy for a change."

He let out a hearty laugh. "That ain't happened yet and it ain't gonna."

You gave him a determined smirk. "Wanna bet?"

"Are you challenging me? Yer gonna lose, darlin'. Remember your place...But fine. Jus' cause I know I'll win. How bout we do this again tomorrow night if you can walk properly."

You chuckled. A bit sore but too satisfied to care. "You're on, Bo...What collar do you wanna wear when I win?"

He smacked your ass while walking with an amused chuckle. Clearly not thinking you could win. "Oh shut up. I'm just gonna make that punishment even worse next time, smart ass." But he pulled you close and bent down to kiss your forehead as you both walked the empty Ambrose streets back to the house.

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[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Slashers with an S/O who has a Dragon Dido

Note: Had this idea brewing in my brain, so I decided to write about it.

Not sponsored by Bad Dragon

Synopsis: Reader asked Slashers if they wanted to experiment with their Sex toy

Minors DNI Reader is GN

Michael myers (both 78 and RZ), Jason Voorhees, The Sinclair Twins, Brahms Heelshire, Corey Cunningham

Michael Myers OG

When Michael found out you have a sex toy that's big and looks not human, he has questions about it

You explain what it is and how it works

It's a Dragon what now?

People make those and in the size you own?

When you ask if he can use it on you, he got a little offended

Why have that when you can have the real thing (even tho it's not that big like the toy)

With much convincing, he obligated to do some role play

You go down on your toy, your boyfriend has strap on to himself

He's enthusiastic about seeing how far you can deep thoat it before choking on it

He doesn't have to cum without holding, the toy can do that by his hand

Pounding into you seeing the bulge in your stomach produced by your dragon dildo is a site to behold

He's the Dragonoid, and you're his human mate of this role play

When it's decided you came enough, he makes your Toy cum. Pulling out your see his "seed" leave your engorged hole

Now he wants to do it again another day

Michael myers RZ

You sick minded person you are

How does that thing even fit??

You want me to do what?? Don't we do that normally?

Michael needs some time before he's ready to put it on for some fun

When the time comes, he's looking Ok with the strap-on.

🎶Big guy with a big Dragon Dick🎶 😂

Michael is going to be careful about this, still wondering if this whole toy is going to fit

But once it starts, it's going well. You're moaning from pleasure from the thrusting he's doing.

Once you start to asking for him to cum, he doesn't obligated cause he wants to go a bit little longer

Eventually, Michael simulates the dildo cumming pushing the syringe plunger, filling you up with the "Seed"

Pulling out afterwards, the cum lube flowed out of you, giving you a head tilted from the site. Pressing your stomach to watch more flow out

Definitely want to do it again rn

Jason Voorhees

Oh God Your Going to give Poor Boy a Heart Attack when you show him it

Jason has so many questions

How did you get it? Do people use these things? It can do what?

Jason is going to nearly a month or 2 before he puts on cockzilla

When the time comes when he's comfortable with the idea

Poor Boy is blushing from seeing the colorful dick fit on his big body

Being extremely careful with you

Putting it halfway in so he's not hurting you he starts out slow

Once the pace picks up, he pushes the whole Dildo in. Causing a bulge to form

Poor Boy came himself in his boxers from the friction

You comfort him from his accidentally mess he did. Afterwards, he went to clean up

Next time, he's going to be careful when role-playing

Bo Sinclair

What in God's green earth did he find in the bag in the shared closet?

When you came home, he had to ask about the Elephant or in case Dragon in the room

"A Dragon Cock? I didn't know you're that Twisted in the head, Darling."

This Cocky A-hole would definitely want to jump into this role play with the new toy

Trying to fully deep throat with it, nearly hurl from the gaging

Taking you behind with this bad boy

"That's right, take it, darling."

He makes you cum so much your overwhelmed

Releasing the "cum" from the syringe into you

He may want to get peg by that now to spicy up your relationship

Vincent Sinclair

Oh my God, what's in the Box??!!

Vincent is definitely a Dragon fan, and the fact you gotten a Dragon Dildo he's definitely red under his mask cause he wants to try it

Definitely work you up before pushing it in

Thursting the whole 8 inches of this Dragon Dick and going to town with you

Vincent was having fun watching you squirm around this big fake cock as he fucks you

Thinking it's enough for this, he released the "cum" into your hole before pulling out

Just watching the "seed" drip down from the expanded hole just makes him want to do it again

Could you do it to him another day?

Brahms Heelshire

What on earth are you using??

His eyes are wide behind that mask, seeing the large thing you're riding

Next time, his stinky wall ass comes out he's going to ask about what you have. First, he's going to be scolded for being a Pervert for watching you, then second, you're going to have to explain what it id

"Aren't Dragons supposed to be slayed, not something in the bedroom?"

You explain that people get these types of toys of different types for pleasure

You asked if he would like to use it on you if he's comfortable about it

The next night, he was lying on the bed strapped up, woty the big dicky pushing the plunger of the syringe some "cum" oozed out of the tip spooking him

You started out on giving some oral play on toy, giving your partner a subductive look while he just watched with red in his cheeks for the site

You started to ride on your dragon dildo while he watches you bounce on your toy.

After a while, he was pounding from behind before releasing the "cum" into you, it leaked from in between your hole and cock dripped onto the sheets

Brahms would like to do this again another time

Corey Cunningham (He's Adorable Fight Me! And this is a what if Corey became a Hero in Halloween Ends)

Oh poor baby saw the box on the counter and had a peek before turning away with an embarrassment on his face

You had to calm him down before explaining what you have and explain that people are getting to spice up. Corey was sheltered by his mother about the subject of Sex and toys

Corey would need a confidence boost before he decides to do the hanky panky with you

After becoming comfortable about having sex with you and about the "you know what" that's in your closet atm

Corey strapped up with the 9 inch Gradient Dragon Dick with the tube leading to a syringe full halfway of the "cum"

Start out slow, not putting it in fully being careful with you

Getting more into it and started to pick up the pace. Corey started to pound into you harder, having the bulge poking up from the dildo

Telling Corey to cum into you which he muched obligated, pushing all of the "cum" from the syringe into you

Would definitely want to it again another day

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That's all

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[thedepressedespresso]

My frustrations kick in y'all 😊😊😊

I've decided on it now. If I can't find Dom reader x sub slashers THEN I WILL COOK IT MYSELF LIKE HEAR ME OUT. READER ALSO BEING A SLASHER AND KNOWS HOW TO MAN-HANDLING SOME B*TCH-A$$.

By the way this is the first time I write smut or NSFW so I'm sorry if it's bad 👉👈

Summary: Slashers with a Dom amab s/o man-handling them(except for Jason, Bubba and Thomas they deserve praise and gentleness instead).

Trigger warning: Dom AMAB reader, first time writing smut/NSFW, reader man-handling these beefy murderous men, murders, slightly sadistic reader, unhealthy(?) sh-ts, maybe some masochist k!nks with the slashers, some part would mention reader being a killer.

Prepare for: cock-warming, s&m, dacryphilia, rough sex, blood kinks, choking, men tiddies, bruises, reader has ten inch cock, praise kink, cream pie, possibly hate-sex, angry sex, marking(biting & hickeys)

Michael Myers -

Man tried to kill you, but then boom you overpowered him and fucked him instead, and so he got addicted.

He loves the way you tackled him onto the ground, pinning him down there, his legs folded over your shoulders while you snapped your hips onto him mercilessly.

And his boner will get harder if you choke him.

You can also listen to his heavy breathing under his mask, his silent grunts and quiet moan.

I gave you a ten inch cock so you're welcome.

After that, he will stalk you everyday until you decide to fuck him again.

You both have blood kinks.

I would like to think Michael will try to assert dominance over you and gets you more frustrated and fuck him more harder.

Will gladly let you pull and pinch his nipples harshly.

Imagine him shivering underneath you while you mark his chest and your cock slamming deep into him. 😩😩😩

Imagine when you pulled out of him while you were finished. Your thick cum leaking from his hole and he lifts his head up at you, trembling. And you could see his pleading eyes under his mask.

His neck, shoulder and chest are all over with bite marks and hickeys from you. You could see the bruises forming on his hips that come from your strong grip on them.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT MMMMMMM-

Brahms Heelshire -

Man is a brat, I wouldn't be surprised if he was left on his bed exhausted badly, his hips all swollen with your seed dripping down from his hole.

Man will start frustrating you on purpose just to fuck him.

Imagine if he was begging while he was sitting on your lap, legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded into him MMMMMMM-

But don't be too harsh though, give him a few praises about how good he is at taking your ten inch cock 🥰🥰

You would actually give him some aftercare though. Which you're kinda clumsy at it-

Ruffles his hair and buries your face onto while fucking him HRMGHHHHH-

Imagine listening to him begging you to either go harder if you're teasing him but then crying for you to slow down when you get rougher with him.

Would love it if you wrapped your arms around him when fucking him.

Give him some smooches the next morning though. And don't forget to take care of him because thanks to you his legs give up and his hips would hurt a lot.

Bo Sinclair -

I can see you completely messing this man up.

I don't think he'll sink in very fast at first. I bet he'll tease you about you being not rough enough, which he's going to regret about it later.

Imagine he goes from a cocky, confident and bratty man to an exhausted, crying mess underneath you.

Imagine him screaming and crying for you to slow down, his back arching while you slammed deep into him mercilessly. You gripped onto his hips and his legs wrapped around your waist desperately.

But do give him a little aftercare(I think he would rather take care of himself) and comforting reassurances or this experience will become his biggest humiliation in life.

Don't mention it to his brothers, please.

And even if he did enjoy being man-handled like this by you, he would never admitted it.

Unless he wanted another round.

Jason Voorhees -

He's one of the exceptions.

Maybe like pinning him onto the bed, holding onto his wrists besides him while you thrust into him.

GIVE HIM PRAISES AND SMOOCHES DURING IT.

I swear please I know he's a tough guy that always takes lots of attacks from his victims when hunting them BUT PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH HIM-

He loves you, so you're returning the love to him.

Would gets horny and can't help himself to fantasy about you fucking him when you're killing some victims that steps into the camp.

SMOOCH AND KISS HIS BIG MAN TIDDIES.

Give him aftercare when you're done. Giving him smooches, praising him while cleaning him up. HRGHHHH-

Billy Lenz -

He fucking asked for it so ye-

He would love it if you choked him while slamming into him hard and deep, he would cries, scream and moans in pleasure as you fucked him roughly.

I'd like to believe he's a masochist.

Mf once sliced your face just to anger you to fuck him, and it succeeded.

Bite him and mark him, gripping his hips so hard that he'll be bruised while his sources of breathing gets cut off by your strong palm holding a tight grip on his neck.

Ah yes another blood kinks.

Passed out after he orgasmed. Which you just left him there.

Bubba Sawyer -

Also one of the exceptions.

LIKE HE'S JUST A SOFT BABY BOY HRHEJJEHSH-

Imagine squeezing onto his chubby soft body, while you slowly thrust into him, whispering soft praises to him.

Imagine him babbling and making few soft moans and whines and giving you some sloppy kiss HURGRHEH-

Please don't push your whole ten inch cock into him though you'll break him if you go too deep.

COCK WARMING WITH BUBBA HEHEJHEHS-

Squeezes, kisses and suck on his nipples gently. Holy shit I can imagine it as a whole experience in heaven.

PRAISE HIM, PRAISE HIM AND HE'LL BE SO HAPPY HEUHSHSGSH-

Give him aftercare, cleaning him up and holding onto him gently and lovingly. Whispering praise into his ears will made he melts into your embrace again.

Don't mention this to his brothers though. Cause you know Bubba definitely won't like the teasing from them.

Thomas Hewitt -

Another exceptions.

Like Bubba, BE GENTLE WITH HIM PLEASE.

But I think he can take your ten inch cock fully into him though so-

Praise him about how good he was at taking your whole length, and about how handsome and hot he is right now.

COWGIRL POSE WITH THOMAS CAUSE YES

Wouldn't mind and would gladly let you mark his tiddies up.

Imagine him groaning and moaning your name quietly while bouncing on your cock.

He would ask for you to be a LITTLE faster though.

Give him aftercare, smooches and praise him.

And of course don't mention this to his family, especially Hoyt.

...

Man I went coo coo crazy didn't I?

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[slasher-male-wife]

Howdy! I absolutely love your writing!

I was wondering if you could write for Bo Sinclair, Michael Myers, Billy Loomis, and Stu Macher where they think their s/o did something and they get into an argument. Hurtful things are said/done and the slasher later finds out that their s/o didn’t do it. Hurt/comfort vibes, that kind of thing.

Wether you do or not, have a great day!

-♠️

Omg a new anon hiii it's good to see you welcome in. Ok but I cant totally do this for you. This might be a bit angsty because that's how I interpreted it but whatever I'm so happy to have you here. Anyway I hope you enjoy this.

Slashers apologizing to their s/o

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Michael Myers, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher

Warnings: Strong language

Bo Sinclair

You're outside the church late into the night. Your face is red and puffy from crying, your head is pounding from the tears. They've slowed down but still are coming. Bo came to you with a broken picture frame of his parents and accused you of breaking it. He knew you were cleaning earlier and he thought you broke it and never told him. The truth is you've never seen that picture before. It was in his fathers office and you've made it a rule for yourself to not go in there out of fear.

The two of you yelled back and forth for a good ten minutes about how you didn't do it and him not believing you. He told you to get of the house and you gladly did. You don't like seeing him get angry, you've seen what he did to tourists who got on his nerves. You're quietly crying into your hands when you hear gravel crunching. You wipe away tears and look up to find Bo walking over. You sniffle and look away. He's quiet. But you're still scared to find out what he's gonna do to you.

He takes a seat on the steps next to you. There's a few moments of silence between you two before he finally speaks, "I uh didn't know Lester was in the house earlier," He says pulling out a cigarette, "He told me he was the one who uh broke the picture on accident," He lights it and takes a puff, "I should've listened to you darlin. I don't think I've ever even seen ya in the office."

"I try to avoid it," You palm away a few tears and move your head forward, still not looking at Bo, "I told you I didn't break it. If I did I would have told you."

"I know that honey. I just don't know what I was really thinking," He puts a hand on your thigh, "I guess I'm tryin to say I'm sorry." You look over at him a little surprised.

"Well thank you Bo. I accept your apology."

Michael Myers

It's a few days away from Halloween and earlier in the day Michael came to you seemingly upset. But you could never tell with him. He signed to you that he was missing one of his masks. You told him you never touched any of his masks but he never really believed you. Things got scary when he cornered you in the kitchen and you pulled out a pan to defend yourself. But thankfully he didn't touch you. He simply left out the back door and hasn't come home since. It's dark out now and you assumed that he was gonna spend the night outside.

When you heard something plop on the kitchen table you knew he was back, you just prayed that he didn't bring back any dead animals with him. You get up from the couch and walk into the kitchen. Michael is there, on the table is a bag of Halloween candy he must have gotten from a store. It also happened to be your favorite candy. You noticed the missing mask in his hand. You wanted to tell him that you were right, that you didn't touch his mask, but you knew better than to tap the glass.

"Thank you Michael. I appriciate this." This is the closest you'll get to an apology from him, you both know that. But it's still sweet to you. You open the bag of candy and take out two packets. You hand the second to Michael. He takes it and lifts up the bottom of his mask. You're just glad the fighting is over.

Billy Loomis

You're in bed, face wet with tears after Billy accused you of stealing his mask. You swore up and down you never did but that didn't stop him from yelling at you. He's never hit you but sometimes his words really know how to get you deep. That was hours ago now and you just want the night to be over. You're wondering if he's going to break up with you, or worse. You hear your phone ring on your night stand and you pick it up.

"Hello this is y/n. I'm sorry to say but I'm a bit busy right now. Can I call you back?"

"I can clearly see you're not busy babe," It's Billy. You sit up in bed and look out your window. Billy's outside waiting for you. You hang up and open your window to let him in, "Thanks doll. Look I want to apologize alright? Stu borrowed the mask without letting me know before hand and I shouldn't have yelled at you."

" I know Billy. You need to be more careful with what you say you really hurt me."

"I know and I'm so sorry baby. I hope you can forgive me." He holds open his arms and you accept his hug. You rest your head on his shoulder and sigh.

"Just promise me you won't yell at me again ok?" Billy holds you close and rubs your back.

"I promise I won't. I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Billy boy."

Stu Macher

You got very concerned when you got an angry call from Stu asking why you ruined his 'good blade'. You were totally confused as he ranted on about how is good knife was ruined now because of dents and rust from someone leaving it out. You were messing around with it, with his permission but you always put it back where he kept it. You told him that you didn't do anything to it but he wouldn't listen to you. So you decided to just embrace the sadness tonight. You put on a Cassette of The Cure and turned off the lights.

Your eyes grew red and face hot and wet from crying. You're clinging to your pillow when there's a knock on the door. You pause your music and wipe you face off with your hands and go answer the door. When you open it you're greeted with Stu holding a VHS tape in his hand.

"Y/n hey I'm sorry about yelling at you. Billy borrowed the knife and didn't tell me until tonight and I feel really bad," He holds up the tape, " I rented that cheesy slasher movie you. I just thought it was the least I could do." You can see the regret in his eyes. A small smile grows and you step aside to let him in.

"Thank you baby. I forgive you. Now I'll go make some popcorn for the movie." He walks in and presses a kiss on your cheek.

"I love you babe." He says

"I love you too." You reply.

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[kerokreature]

Kinktober Day 1: Predator/Prey

Okay I’m a bit late to this but here we go! Day one of Bo Sinclair Kinktober!

Content Warning!:

DubCon/NonCon Play, Chasing, Hunting, AFAB body, GN Pronouns, Bo being Bo, YN!Doesnt speak, Themes synonymous with genre

Enjoy~

Run Rabbit

Your heart was pounding in such a feverish rhythm it felt like it would hammer out of your chest. The quaint town of Ambrose had become a maze you couldn’t make sense of. You’d been down these streets before you knew you had and yet every building was blurring together. The town was dark, all of the lights off, the air chilled and damp from the recent Louisiana rain, it was so thick with cold humidity it was like breathing the fog itself.

Another right turn, and then a left, then a right- you were running in circles now. Every so often you could hear other footsteps, the hum of a tune, the lyrics, “Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run…” in a low voice full of mirth and sweetened with a southern accent. You could feel eyes on you even when you knew he wasn’t there, or was he?

At your back? Beside you? Just around that corner?

You knew better then to hide, knew better then to stay still not that your parasympathetic response would let you. God why was the air so thick?

Your lungs were starting to burn when you saw him, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall of a building, watching you with that god damned smirk.

You were caught.

You turn on your heel but it doesn’t matter, it never would have mattered you were in his arms now, your vision blurry as he brought you to the ground stroking your cheek as he hushed you. You didn’t even know you were screaming, you couldn’t feel yourself fighting your twisted lover.

“Too late Rabbit, I got you.. shh-sh-shhhh I gotcha..” his lips were pressed to the shell of your ear and you could feel his breath.

Sweat stuck his hair to his forehead, he must have been running too, or maybe the night air was really that damp.

His hands pressed to your frame, holding you down as you let out shaky breaths into his shoulder. His laugh made your chest swell and your stomach flip, it wasn’t mirthful, it wasn’t merciful, Bo’s laugh was downright dangerous.

Fingers pressed under the hem of your sweat and humidity soaked sweater, you didn’t realize how cold you were until it felt like his hands were burning you. He wasn’t being gentle as raked his fingers over the soft flesh of your stomach, gliding up to your ribs. Goosebumps broke over your skin as he laughed again.

“Yeah you like that, don’t you Rabbit?” He asked, his voice heavy, his breathing starting to be too.

You could feel his member throbbing through his jeans, pressing to the plush of your thigh. God it was warm, throbbing, so unbearably close to your entrance.

His hands roamed your body hungrily, agonizing over your frame, his fingers trailing over each detail of your body.

He removed his hands only when he heard the sweet whimpers you let out, your mouth agape as you damn near mewled.

“You telling me it’s time to claim my prize?” He asked, hand Roaming downwards to go to his Jeans, removing his belt and giving you an opening.

You start to squirm again, trying to escape him, trying to get away before the predator could truly claim his prey.

The belt was around your wrists and an instant, restraining you with such force you could feel the welts forming. He let out a cruel chuckle, his eyes focused on your face again. He’d freed himself from the confines of his jeans successfully, his throbbing member bare against your clothed entrance, it ached for him.

He had you flipped over in an instant, your ass in the air. Bo balanced his knee on the belt, keeping your hands confined as he stripped you from your jeans. There was no hesitation, no moments tenderness as he dove into you, hilting inside until his cock was against your cervix. He let out a signature low groan, leaning down to press his lips to the back of your neck.

“Good rabbit..” he growled, low and rumbling, the sound filling all of you just as he did. He let out one more chuckle, giving a slight thrust before his teeth found the flesh of your neck, sinking in hard enough you could swear you were bleeding. The predator won, he had claimed his prey.

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[b-00-biez]

I ADORE YOUR WRITING

please please can you do bo sinclair with a naive reader (not super naïve) basically corruption and praise

AWWWW thank you🤭💕 And omg bo sinclair🫣 How scandalous! And I'm so sorry, I'm so late on this 😭 Holidays are the only thing that keeps me sane through this year

"You're Mine!"

Warning:Absolutely Filthy Smut

Character: Bo Sinclair x Readers, Grumpy x Sunshine

When you came to Ambrose you were just a ball of sunshine and rainbows. Bo does not know how to feel about you being here, he adores you and would keep you from harm aka himself. You were always by his side like a lost puppy and the way you look at him. It was so erotic to him, like he wants to take you right then and there and the fact that you were naive makes him go crazy. The way you smiled and trusted him. He wants you all to himself and not even his brother can have you.

Since he didn't want anyone to have you he has smoothly talked his way into your heart which was very easy. Now you're in a relationship with this guy for about a week and half. Both of you havent mentioned sex yet waiting for each other to be comfortable for the idea. Shockingly Bo is being patient for you.

You were both chilling on the couch snuggled up and watching some movies. Since you were new to this relationship thing, you told him right then and there that you were a virgin. Oh y/n that's a big mistake letting this man know that you never fucked anyone ever. You saw him form a smile and felt something rise between his legs. His ego was bursting, He will be your first and hes going to be the only one who gets to fuck you mercilessly. Seeing how he reacted you felt your inner thigh heat as you felt wet, it was your first time having this kind of reaction.

Bo pinned you down on the couch "Do you want me to show you how it's done?" he smirked. You, feeling intrigued and feeling aroused by him you said yes. You felt his warm hands unbuttoning your shirt as he slides his rough fingers on your delicate skin. You felt his passionate kiss on the lips smashing his mouth onto yours as he unbuckles your pants.

You're now halfway naked, he looks at you like a hungry lion staring at your body like a meal. You felt awe but that feeling went away as he slapped your inner thighs harshly. You yelped as he put your legs up high and pushed your panties aside and started pushing his three fingers in. "BO! IM NOT READY!!" You screamed and moaned loudly as your pussy stretched. You started wiggly away but he pins your body down with his other arm. You felt a pain and pleasure as you felt a knot formed on your stomach and then you came on his fingers before you knew it. It was so easy for you to cum and he will use you how he pleases today.

He unbuckles his pants and turns you upside down on the couch as he stands up. Placing his veiny member on your face slapping your cheek with it. "Suck me off." he commands you as he holds your throat and starts pounding your throat. You moaned softly as your mouth is stuffed. He puts his hands to your pussy, just displaying in front of his eyes. he stops fucking your throat, he messages your wet puffy clit . You can't help but start deepthroating his member on and on as your pussy gets overstimulated again. He pushes in two fingers into your cunt and plays with your clit with his thumb . He thrusts his dick into your throat pinning you down and fucking your slutty mouth. He grunts and starts cumming. Then you felt your high too as you pussy squirted on his face. Your mind is blank, This was the best pleasure you had ever experienced.

He pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his twitching cock. Before you could open your eyes you felt his tip rubbing against the entrance. You yelped "No no no! It's not going to fit!" You squirmed again but you knew you weren't going anywhere until he was satisfied. " You're doing so well, but you gotta be ready cause you'll be fucked hard and screaming my name tonight. And i will not fucking rest until i hear you scream. He pushed his dick in and started pounding your pussy. He puts your legs on his shoulders and goes even deeper. You felt your cervix getting abused by his large cock, You held your voice back, moaning softly into your palm. You hear the slap of his balls on your ass as he goes faster. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!" you screamed and held onto the cushions. You felt a knot formed again, your poor pussy being abused like a slut. He fucks you deep as you start to squirt on his thigh and dick. You screamed in a shivering orgasm but didnt scream his name.

Bo getting a little frustrated roughly pushes you down on your stomach and starts pounding from the back. Beating your ass and spanking it with his rough hands. "IT HURTS!" You screamed as you came again but this time he didnt fucking stop, He s not giving you a break like you wanted. tears formed in your eyes as you moaned loudly from overstimulation. He grabbed your hair and screamed"SAY MY NAME PRINCESS!" you moaned his name again and again as he fucks your wet and shivering pussy as you came again and again on his cock. "BO FUCK ME MORE! I WANT YOUR HUGE COCK, I WANT MORE BO!"

He carries you to the bedroom as he whispers sweet praises into your ear as he impatiently fucks all the way to the bedroom . You were his slut and his cumdumpster and you're eagerly waiting for this man's cum. " You're mine darling right?" "Yes, I'm yours!" You answered covered in his cum as you shiver in multiple orgasms.

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[supervillain-smut]

Hate fuck to tender fuck-- annoying brat reader with Mr. Bo Sinclair I beg of thee

I hope you like it, thank you for your patience, I had a lot of fun writing this!

18+ content, minors DNI.

AO3 Link

“You fuckin’ think you get to get away with all that teasin’ you were doin’ earlier, huh?” Bo growled as he ripped your panties off of your legs, his hand around your throat pinning you against the wall with his body, swiftly placing his knee between your legs roughly pressing it to your clit.

“You better think again. You gonna admit you want me?” You shook your head in defiance, his hand moving to grip your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “Alright then, I’ll make you beg for me to make you cum.”

That sparked a fire in your groin as you unwittingly rolled your hips on his thigh and whined. Bo removed his thigh and replaced it with his hand, pressing his thumb to your clit and sliding a finger in with ease, curling it and pressing right into your sweet spot. He pressed on it and curled his finger against it, making you cry out. “That’s it, baby girl. Tell me how I make you feel.”

He kept on that spot until you could do nothing but gasp, whine, and moan for him, and just as you felt that coil prepare to snap, he took it all away. He pulled his fingers out of you and forced you to look at him as he sucked his fingers clean, closing his eyes as a groan rumbled in his throat.

“Fuck, you taste so good. You gonna beg for me yet, darlin’?” The use of your pet name made you clench around nothing, wanting desperately for him to fill you, but you wouldn’t give in so easily. You shook your head again.

“Bite me, Bo Sinclair.” You challenged him with a glint in your eye; he knew you were teasing and being a brat just because you could, but he couldn’t help the heated shiver it sent through his spine.

“If that’s what my baby girl wants.” He picked you up and threw you on the couch, and quickly settled himself in between your legs, nipping at your heels and slowly working his way up, leaving bite marks and hickeys along the way until he placed a particularly harsh bite to the inside of each thigh.

Those gorgeous blue eyes immediately locked with yours as he licked a slow stripe up your folds, hovering a moment, making you anxious with anticipation before he harshly sucked your clit. Your hand immediately shot out and gripped his hair to which he groaned into your pussy as he refused to let up the harsh suction. He let up only to dive his fingers back into your wet hole that all too eagerly welcomed his fingers back in as he went back to work your clit, pressing his tongue flat and shaking his head. He worked you over the edge again and again, until finally, you broke.

“Fuck! God, Bo, please, please fuck me!” Thankfully neither of his brothers were currently home as your desperate cries and moans could be heard throughout the whole house. He lifted his head, resting his chin wet chin on your abdomen and licking his lips before responding. “See? Now that’s all I needed to hear, baby girl. Just needed you to be good for me. Now get on over here and ride me.”

You scrambled up and into his lap as soon as you were able, hovering over him for a moment as you tangled one hand in the hair at the base of his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, using your other hand to guide him into you. You moaned into each other's mouths as you sunk onto him, snaking your arms around his neck once he was fully sheathed in your warm, tight heat.

He began to slowly thrust into you, the head of his cock just pressing into that spot that made you see stars. He nuzzled your ear and into your neck, placing gentle kisses and whispering praise.

“Atta girl that’s it, taking me so well. Easy darlin’, I gotcha. I’m gonna take care of you, hold on tight.” He placed one last kiss to your neck before he tightly wound his arms around your waist and thrust up into you hard and fast, repeatedly pounding into that spot as you cried out and tightened your arms around his neck, careful not to choke him. You buried your face into his neck, resting your head on your arms and letting Bo work his magic as you felt that coil tighten, threatening to snap.

You came hard, crying from pleasure, whining and whimpering into his ear, his moans echoing you as he pulled you impossibly closer to him as he continued thrusting into you long enough to push you over the edge again, tears of pleasure streaming down your face.

“Shh, it’s alright darlln’, I know. Where do you want it, baby girl?” He cooed at you, taking one hand and wiping your tears away. “Ins... Oh fuck, inside!” It was all you could manage as your words spurred him on, somehow jackhammering into you even harder and faster as he came, burying his face in your neck, moaning as you felt him fill you.

“That’s it, there’s the good girl I know you can be. Good girl.”

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher fandom #slasher smut #bo sinclair x reader #99 luftanons

[thesightstoshowyou]

On Six Word Sentences, #30 with Bo Sinclair or Thomas Hewitt, please!

If you want to send me a challenge as well, I'll write something. :3 You can call me Anon V so I'll know you're talking to me!

Oh that’s a fun idea! It’s like a writing exchange. Which characters are you comfortable with writing?

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30. “I can't risk losing you again.”

I haven’t written for Tommy in awhile :)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mentions of cannibalism, blood, gore

Your hands shake so badly you can hardly unravel the gauze. Dragging your arm across your brow, you hastily wipe away the sweat dripping into your eyes. Your fingers twitch, the dressing tumbling to the floor and rolling away.

“S-Shit, shit, I’m sorry Tommy, j-just-just hold—keep holding pressure I gotta…gotta clean that first…” you stammer. You sound panicky even to yourself, your tremulous voice no comfort to either of you.

Tommy slouches on a chair in the dining room, broad chest heaving, bloody palm flush against the weeping gash in his side. It’s so deep, deep enough you can see muscle and viscera pulsing between his digits. Gore pools around the chair legs, your shoes slipping in it as you flit around the room.

How the fuck are you going to stitch this up? You’re not a surgeon, you can barley repair a hole in a sweater for fuck’s sake—

“Let-lemme see Tommy, I g-gotta w-wash it.” Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, so loud you can hardly hear yourself speak. Thomas’s own fingers tremble as you pull his hand away. This close, the metallic stench is so strong you gag.

As quickly as you can, you upend the bottle of alcohol, burning disinfectant washing over the wound. Tommy jerks and howls through gritted teeth. Useless apologies spill from your mouth.

Watery crimson pours off the edge of the chair and stains your jeans. As you watch it drip, a thought strikes. The unbidden question snakes it’s way into your brain as you shove gauze against the laceration:

Why are you helping him?

You should back away and wipe your hands on your apron as you watch him fail and bleed to death. Now is your chance. You would barely have to try. It would be fitting for Thomas to die in the same room in which he ate your brother.

You push harder, mangled flesh squelching under your fingers. Tommy emits another pained groan, his powerful thighs quivering in barely contained anguish. You swallow thickly, sweaty brows furrowing.

Trembling fingers find needle and thread. Steeling yourself, you push the sharp tip through torn flesh. Pull the thread through, pierce the skin just like fabric, again and again and again. Tommy hisses and grunts and cries but holds remarkably still as you work.

The answer to your question is simple: If Thomas dies, then nothing stands between you and Hoyt. Some fates are worse than death, and if Hoyt gets his grimy hands on you, you’ll experience this for yourself.

Keeping Tommy alive is vital to your own survival. You should thank your lucky stars the trespassers didn’t manage to land a fatal blow.

As if on cue, a shrill scream pierces the night air. Gunshots echo. Hoyt curses.

Tommy tenses and braces to push himself up from the chair, but your hand on his shoulder keeps him seated. You shake your head.

“No. Stay here, Tommy. I can’t risk losing you again.”

The chainsaw is heavy in your hands.

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #the texas chainsaw massacre #tcm the beginning #writing prompts #anon v #thesightstoshowyou #thank you for the ask

[early20sfailingplenty]

It's been a while, hasn't it?💔

As I was picking up my laptop from the repair shop, I got to thinking about how @darkestamralime 's Bo is portrayed. He's dark, he's so close to canon it hurts in the best possible way, he's very true to it. You were one of the very first people who got me into House of Wax, and we had many conversations about why Bo is the way he is and you helped me to overcome my fears just under a year ago (all that time already?🥺).

Your Bo is loving, he's brutal, he's human, he's soft in a really specific way which makes my heart ache, and then I got to thinking about you and how you love Bo, and then I got to thinking about how dark the atmosphere in Ambrose is. Darkness, love, softness, brutality, violence, a man who was never taught how to love or experienced it himself... All this thinking made me get a small brainworm; this piece wrote itself in my head on the way home. Finally got a chance to sit down and write it out!

I tried to pay homage to your Bo with my portrayal here; it's quite unlike how I usually write Bo so I hope you like it and you can connect with it!💖🫂(and if it doesn't satisfy the Bo cravings, then let me know and I'll happily write you something else!!!)

TW; canonical darkness (Bo's a hunter, I don't shy away), different portrayal to how I usually write Bo, violent imagery, child abuse mentions (canon compliant), talks of bodies as artwork & something to be proud of, anti-parental themes (canon compliant).

Word count: 993.

GN!reader, no coded language, "you" used, no "Y/N".

Dark footsteps overhead.

The steps are slow, measured, careful not to scuff the floorboards or press down too hard. Everyone sleeps lightly in this house, too used from years of hyper vigilance to be able to relax in their environment.

A childhood spent entirely on eggshells, corners potentially full of people waiting to bring them harm, has taught the now adults that they are never safe.

Especially when they dare to think they are.

The steps are rhythmic.

Heel, toe, heel, toe, a tiny pause between each movement. Emphasis on the toes, where most of the weight-bearing is safer. Lighter. He is not naturally a light footed man, but when he hunts, he does his best to mimic Vincent; the more dangerous of the twins and the deadliest Sinclair.

He moves cautiously.

Not hesitation.

Care. Planning.

Hunting.

You picture him then, head moving side to side, icy blues narrowed and a sinister grin on his face, an enjoyer of what he does. He thrives in the symphony of destruction he and his brothers have always worked so hard to compose, the screams of their victims serves as the welcomed background music to the work they carry on in the name of their dearly departed momma.

Her death was the best thing she ever did for them, and they thank her for it every day.

As he hunts for you, you track him. Ears straining against the still of the night, a ringing in your ears to accompany your pulse.

Uncomfortable. Unsettling.

His.

You track him across the living room, lingering by the pool table to finish off the beer cans he and his brothers cracked open that evening. Waste not, want not.

Creaking on the stairs. Coming up. One step at a time. He's not as quiet as he thinks he is; you prefer that to the way Vincent moves. Like a ghost. Only know he's there if he wants you to. Most of his victims die with the flash of a blade which looks more like lightning; dead are they before they hit the ground. Dead before they could register what killed them.

You picture wrists hanging gracefully by his sides, thumbs stroking along seams held together by sheer force of will. Much like the man who wears them. Without you and his brothers, he would unravel, much like those trousers. Coming apart at the stitches to look at himself, to really look.

Silence.

Your heart pounding in your head, fingers gripping your pillow tight as you lay in the dark, eyes wide open but not seeing anything. Too dark. He is coming. But you are unafraid.

You're grinning.

He is the hunter, you are the hunted, but you're both after the same thing. The same person. The same moment. Time has passed and roles reverse sometimes, but you are each other's constant and without each other, nothing would ever be the same. You arrived here on an accident, spared purely by chance, and it would take an act of the devil to tear you away from his side.

Not an act of god - there's nothing holy about this place. No one's going up. No one's going down, either.

Ambrose is a purgatory for the living as much as it is a graveyard for the dead. A museum of all those lives snuffed out years before their time, a collection of people who committed no crime quite like being in the wrong place at the wrong time, unknowing of what was to come until it already had.

The bedroom door opens and an imposing figure, darker than the pitch which surrounds you, steps into the room. You are unafraid, warmth building up in your chest as the figure draws ever closer, bending at the waist to toe off bloodstained boots and shirk off trousers, a shirt, leaving him in dark blue boxers.

Bare to you now is his skin and his heart alike.

Not a hunter.

Not a monster.

A man.

A show of trust is the way you deliberately stretch, nice and slow, and turn your back on him, letting him get comfortable in the space you leave behind. Your body heat protecting him from the chill of the night.

Arms wind around you like a boa constrictor, plush lips press to the back of your head, the nape of your neck, your shoulder, nosing clothes out of the way to reach more of you. Craving satiated, hunting turns to resting and he rests his head on the pillow, your hair tickling his face. He hums contentedly, burrows into your back as you shuffle across to meet him in the middle. Meet him where he is.

You reach for him and slide your fingers in between his, squeezing, squeezing, don't let me go. Please, please stay as much as I'm here, I'm here, it's okay. You tell him you want him there, you need him, without saying a word, and he hears you in your silences. Says it back in the way you feel him smile into the dark, his chest aching in that way only you can induce, crinkles up his nose to ward off the tickle, and he closes his eyes. Grants himself rest in the town which killed him long ago; all that is left now is for his body to catch up.

Or so he thinks. You disagree. He doesn't argue. The very limited world he knew when his parents were alive took him away from himself and he's never quite bothered to take him back.

One day, you'll show him. One day, he'll see.

Until that day, he lets sleep make his body heavy beside you, your bodies tucked so tightly together that not even a sheet of paper could get between you. He keeps his eyes closed, sinking, falling, lost and alone until Morpheus reaches inside him and once more guides him to your side, for nowhere can you go where Bo won't follow you.

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair imagine #house of wax #house of wax x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher x reader #house of wax 2005 #big sis bug🔪🖤

[ghost-is-bae]

'Those eyes' - Bo Sinclair

summary : Y/n is on a trip around America and she ends up in Ambrose, meeting Bo on her journey through the small town. But things take a turn when she realises what's going on.

Word count :

Y/n was scared, to say the least. She had wandered into Ambrose somewhere along her journey around America, and she regrets that decision now.

She and Bo, the lovely mechanic that she bumped into, had really started to get along quite well. That was until Y/n stumbled into the House Of Wax and saw her fate flash before her very eyes.

She was about to bolt it straight out of there when Bo crept up behind her and smacked her on the back of her head with something like a baseball bat.

~

She regained consciousness and was greeted by a pounding headache and sore ankles and wrists from the chains she had been bound by. Bo was pacing back and forth and he didn't realise that she was awake so she coughed slightly to signal her alive-ness to him.

He gazed at her intently- he didn't really know what to do with her. He just knew that she couldn't be made into a wax figure by his brother, Vincent. He moved closer to her and looked into her tear-fogged eyes, "What should I do with you, huh?"

She was shaking slightly, like a scared puppy and it made him chuckle. "P-please don't hurt me…"

His blue orbs pierced into her soul, it freaked her out but she didn't know where else to look. "Oh, Doll. I ain't gon' hurt ya'! I'm gonna have some fun tho. Just wait a lil' while." And with that, he placed a short, chaste kiss on her sweat-stuck forehead and left her alone in the basement of the garage.

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It was just a really short one guys! Hope you are all doing well! I'm really obsessed with Bo at the moment and I really enjoy writing speech in a southern accent so I may make this a 2 part series!

#bo sinclair #slashers x reader #house of wax #imagine

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Okay so after requests from my friends

@rottent33th and @slaasherslut

I'm going to do some Novelist universe Smut.

TW: bondage, corruption kink, heavy smut religious themes.

This is a Percy OC x Bo Sinclair

Defiling an Angel

Home alone in the main house belonging to the Sinclairs on a cold night in Louisiana like this. The other pairs were nowhere to be seen and the lights were all off except for Percy's laptop.

Getting a text she stopped her current fictional thought process and took a look.

'Bedroom. Now. We need to talk.'

That, was unlike Bo. He sounded angry almost, but she hadn't gotten into any fights with him before or barely did anything to anger him.

Getting up from her seat on the couch the hallway leading up stairs to the bedrooms was covered in protected candles.

Bo was up to something.

Making her way upstairs, Percy found the way leading to his bedroom littered with more candles.

Percy decided to knock.

"Come in Darlin', it's time for you to confess."

Percy cracked open the door and peeked in, walking through.

"Close the door darlin' we're gonna be here awhile."

Percy obeyed.

"what exactly am I confessing....Father?"

Bo was dresses as priest. A casual priest with the white tab collar in his shirt.

"Sit."

"Darlin' why exactly are you dressed in such a way as to invite the devil in?" Bo purred.

"You must be mistaken, Father Sinclair." Percy leaned towards him.

"I've already let him in." She purred quietly.

Bo couldn't hold his smile back anymore.

"So you confess, little goddess, that you have forsaken the church and gone and bedded demons?" He leaned over pressing his lips against her collarbone.

"Everyday Father. The devil with me entices me with slippery words and and blasphemous tongue to do his bidding~"

She could feel his growing erection on her thigh as Bo was practically on top of her.

"Then it means," Bo's hand trailed slowly down her front as he laid her back onto the bed. "I'm doing my job."

His will was swift an unyielding, pulling down the sweatpants she was wearing. His Pants.

Practically a silent mating call between the two of them.

"You were a perfect being before, Persephone." Bo panted, fingers reaching between her legs and past of the beast that would not be named. "And now look at you, begging for my seed every waking moment. You have the devil in you, Percy. I am the demon who follows you and keeps pace with your most sinful thoughts because they are my own."

Percy's back arched as his fingers began prepping her for him. Her moans only privvy to him and him alone tonight.

The lewdest music made itself known as he positioned himself slowly having slid between her legs while in her twisted sexual haze. "Bo...." Percy whispered, eyes half lidded and arms reaching out to him.

The demon of Ambrose pinned her arms above her head, other hand revealing her breasts to him, nipples fully perked from the anticipation.

"Again. I want you to say it again." Bo growled.

His head entered slowly as her cries for more became a chorus with his voice.

"Bo!!!" Voice begging higher as he pulled out a little, thrashing under him. "Tell me exactly what you want." He drawled.

"T-Take me!!! Please Bo take me!!!" Percy sobbed, needing release.

He thrusted fully inside her, making eye contact. "Fuck, darlin!"

Their choruses of the lewdest sounds imaginable grew ever louder, grabbing her legs and shoving as much of himself as she could take.

"I'm gonna fuck the sin right outta you!!" He howled, pounding her with the fervour he never knew he had. A sob of satisfaction broke his train of though as her hole squeezed around him tightly.

He pulled out quickly jerking himself the rest of the way, spreading her legs as he came ropes of seed all over her.

"Confession's over darlin." Bo panted, sweat gluing his bangs to his forehead.

"Let's go get cleaned up...."

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slashers #Percy Jones OC #smut

[kausstar]

PRETTY THING

bo sinclair x bimbo! female! reader￨nsfw-ish content￨wc: 1k

bo uses you as an attraction for ambrose (couldn’t come up with a better description…)

tags dark and spicy content (no smut). talks of murder. jealous! bo. established relationship. thicker! reader in mind. praise kink (reader). mean and soft! bo. you being obsessed with his voice. he picks you up once. he gave that ass a hit.

𝓴aus. my first time writing for a official slasher and i am kicking my feeeettttt right now.

you hummed lightly to a song that played in your head, tracing the wrench bo had just handed you. you were supposed to put it back on the wall behind you but completely forgot once you felt the heavy weight of it in your hands. the desk you were sitting on was warm from the heat, on your exposed thighs. “sweetheart?” bo calls who’s steps in front of you. not directly in front you, but under a lifted car. he’s been working on the thing all morning and you kinda missed him :(.

his thick accent knocks you out of your trance, making you look in his direction, just to find half of his body sticking from up under the car. “yes?” you answer. “can hand me the screwdriver?” he asks, hoping you would know by now what it looked like. he’d tried to teach you and you tried to listen but bo’s voice just keep getting to your head. it was already foggy enough but his rich voice made it even worse.

“y-yeah,” you stutter, turning around to look at all the tools you had forgotten. silence fell upon the gas station as you looked at the broad. you wanted to find it so bo would praise you for listening to him but you just couldn’t remember. you hadn’t noticed the pout that fell on your lips but bo did once he’d slide from up under the car to look at you. the pout on your face makes him speak up again.

“the red one to your left, sweetheart,” he hummed, making you look to your left and grab the red handled tool. you hop down from the desk and walk over to bo who’s still sitting on the creeper. “‘m sorry, i didn’t remember,” you frown as you hand him the screwdriver. “it’s all right. just try to ‘member harder next time,” he nods to you. you’re thankful he’s not mad, but how could he be mad when those short shorts look so delicious on your body? you give him a smile and before he could slide back under you hear people- very loud and laughing people.

you had been expecting them ever since bo had spotted them the night before. “close the garage for me,” bo asks as he stands from his sitting position. you do as he asks and walk over with all intentions of doing so but you just can’t reach the garage door to pull it down. bo hears whines from you as he tries to put away the tools he’s been using. he spots you struggling and can only help but grin. he asked you to do it on purpose, of course. why wouldn’t he wanna see you struggle and whine?

the fat of your ass looked so good in those shorts too. “i got it, pound cake,” he says, suddenly closer than before as he grabs the garbage door and pulls it down without much effort. you pout again, just wanting to do good for him but he was being so mean. he only grinned at your pout this time. “go out there before they get ahead of us,” he says, making you nod and head for the door. bo couldn’t help but to give your ass a good smack as you walk away, and you could only yelp in surprise.

outside, you watched as one blonde guy looked around ambrose, eyes scanning the buildings. with him, they’re two other guys, one hair dark brown, tall while the others a dusty blonde also tall. all rather young. v is gonna love turning them into statues, you thought. the one with the dark hairs eyes caught a sight of you first and scans you from head to toe with his eyes and a grin.

once the three of them made it over to you, dark hair steps close. “aren’t you a pretty thing?” he coo’s, grin devilish but not as pretty as bo’s. “stop that…” blonde guy says, pulling the other one back. “sharing is caring, alright?” he adds grinning, before looking back over at you. “hey, sweetheart. our car broke down a couple miles back and we need a fan belt,” he grins, licking his lips a bit at you. you can’t help but smile. “i’m not completely sure what that is but you can ask bo. he’s good with cars,” you nod, sweetly.

the blonde nods with a smile while you watch the other two eye you from behind him. “he’s doing something right now but he’ll be done in a sec. wanna come in?” you ask, gesturing over to the gas station. “sure. lead the way,” he grins. you turn around, making your way into the station as you hear groaning behind you. “you know, you sure do look so damn beautiful in those shorts,” one of them groans out, as you spin around to look at them in the station.

“thx. bo got them for me. said i looked delicious enough to eat in them,” you cheesed, head going a bit foggy at the thought of the way he ate you like a starve man that same night. you only hope he’d be worked up after handling the three men standing in front of you so he could fuck you senseless later. you’re head was so foggy that it hadn’t noticed one of them inching closer to you. “he wasn’t lying about that,” the dusty blonde grinned, licking his lips as he stared at your tits.

“what do you need, fellas?” you can’t help but smile at his voice. all of you look over at the man leaning on the doorframe as he wiped his hands on a dirty towel. “bo,” you grinned, quick to walk over to him. bo watched as all the guys eyes followed your every movement. so once you made it to his side, he stood up straight and put his arm around your waist. “pretty girl you got there,” the dusty blonde grins, eyeing you like a piece of candy while you hug onto bo’s side.

“i know. now, what do you fellas need?” he said, more stern now. the blonde glares at the others while he steps forward. “we need a fan belt. 16, i am pretty sure,” he says, and bo nods. “might have some here or some up at the house. if ya don’t mind taking the walk,” he says before looking at all of them for an answer. “yeah, that’s cool,” the blonde haired one says with a nod. “yeah. yeah, we can walk,” dusty blonde says. “is she coming?” dark haired one asks, brown eyes lingering on you once again.

bo thinks about driving a screwdriver through his neck but he only looks down at you. you find yourself looking back up at him. “nah, she’s got some remembering to do, don’t you?” he grins, with a nod trying to help you remember the tool incident that happened minutes before. you looked at him confused for a second before finally remembering and nodding up at him. “yeah,” you smile thinking about how he’d praise you for even remembering one.

bo looks back over at the guys who are just staring at the two of you. “i’ll go check for the fan belt and let ya know if we have to take that walk,” he nods, before heading back into the garage area with you. he walks you over to the table by all the tools before picking you up and sitting you down on the table.

“sit here and look real pretty for me, alright?” he grins at you, hands trailing from your sides to your thighs. you grow needy feeling his calloused thumb rub the sides of your thighs. you nod with a big smile to him. “good girl,” he says before patting your left thigh and leaving the garage.

 2023 kausstar.

don’t ask my black ass what that ending was. just know, he’s fine and his voice is finer! 😛

#⠀ ݁ ੭୧ ᳝ ࣪ ᭡ .ᐟ ⠀ #𓂃⊹ house of wax. #⸝⸝ full fics 𓍢 #bo sinclair smut #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x you #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #house of wax x reader #house of wax smut #x bimbo! reader

[slasher-male-wife]

Slashers with an S/O who has a big dog

I am an avid lover of big dogs. I am allergic to some unfortunatly but I do have two big guys of my own. I really want a big dog when I live on my own too. Like a newfoundland if I have the space or at least one I’m not allergic to. Anyway I’ve been playing with this idea for awhile and I think it’s time I write it. I will make another version of this where their s/o has a cat. I hope you enjoy. For convince Saint Bernard, also maybe because my dogs are a Saint Bernard mix.

Includes: The Sawyer brothers, poly Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, and the Sinclair brothers because I can’t get over how much I love them 

Warnings: It’s implied the dog eats human meat in the Sawyer brothers section 

The Sawyer brothers 

You’d first find a big dog eating scraps of meat out by the gas station. It doesn’t have a collar so you assume it must be a stray. It was really friendly and you practically begged Drayton to let you keep it. He refused until you wore him down. 

“You’ll be the one paying for everything if you keep that damn mutt.” 

After going into town and getting everything you needed you brought it home to the other brothers and Bubba was pretty scared at first. He’s never really been around dogs let alone ones as big as that one. Chop Top and Nubbins will love it so much as soon as it gets in the house. 

Because the Sawyer house is full of men and because you wanted to, you decided the dog is a girl. Chop Top and Nubbins weren’t too happy about that but you were the one with the over 100 pound dog. You named her Macy after the Sawyers grandma. 

Because you didn’t have access to dog food you fed it whatever meat you could get. Unfortunatly they never labeled their meat so she might have eaten some human food if you know what I mean. 

As time went on Bubba would really grow to love her. Cuddling with her when you weren’t avalible to cuddle with him. 

You’d teach her trick and the twins would try to teach her some too but it wouldn’t really work out. 

Poly Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

I feel like Stu is more of a dog person in my opinion, don’t dox me over that. 

Stu would love them with open arms but Billy would take some time to warm up to them. 

Stu would tease Billy about being scared of them and Billy would just roll his eyes and hit the back of his head. 

Get ready for a lot of references to Cujio. They mean it with love because they know your dog is a sweetheart but it won’t stop their horror obsessed minds. 

They’ll ask to take them out for a walk or a car ride but when you ask why the answers are vauge because they’re just gonna try to scare Randy with them. 

Stu will love to cuddle with you and your dog but Billy will complain about how much space it takes up in bed. 

But after awhile he’ll start to crack and be more lovey with your dog. 

They love going on walks with the two of you and honestly might try to see if they can run faster than it. 

Over all they love your dog and kinda see it as their child in a way. 

The Sinclair Brothers

You’d find your new dog when you’re out with Lester. Bo will insist you just leave it be when you bring it to town but Lester knows how Bo feels about Jonesy now so he doesn’t worry. 

Jonesy is so excited to have another friend and Vincent doesn’t really mind much. 

You and Lester will be the ones taking care of it for the most part at first. You’ll decide Jonesy needs a girlfriend and name it something appropriate. You were gonna suggest Trudy but quickly ruled that out because well, she never treated her kids the best. You settle on Jane and she quickly becomes part of the family. 

Vincent begins spending time with her just for a new subject to draw but it quickly transforms into a beautiful bond. 

Bo’s gonna act like Jane bothers him and just ignore her but that act fades away when you find him asleep on the couch with Jane in his lap. 

She’ll pick up on tricks quickly and will enjoy going in the car with Lester and you when she can. 

I feel like they don’t really give Jonesy dog food, they just feed her whatever meat they have on hand so that’s probably whats gonna happen with Jane. 

The four of you will watch Jonesy and Jane play for hours together. You won’t have to worry about them not getting enough exercise then. 

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[fernweh-writes]

What about slashers with a S/O who’s insecure so they keep their shirt on during sex 👀👀👀

I also love your writing so much, it’s so good I-

I hope you all know that if you give me a compliment that I start planning our wedding. Anyways, here you go hun

-Fern

Warnings: NSFW content, female reader, mentions of kidnapping w/Asa and slight non-con with him to

Slashers With an S/O Who Keeps Their Shirt On During Sex

Michael Myers

Surprisingly, he is one of the most understanding. Michael gets what it’s like to want to hide parts of yourself in order to feel safe and secure so he’s more than okay with you keeping your shirt on. After all, he keeps the mask on during sex, why couldn’t you wear a shirt.

Expects you to be okay with the mask staying on since you like keeping your shirt on. Don’t be a hypocrite y/n.

However, once you finally feel okay ditching the shirt is when Michael will decide to ditch the mask around you. Think of it as him leveling the playing field. Both of you are bearing your insecurities to each other, becoming completely exposed and open to each other. For the first time, Michael will take things slow and gentle. Congratulations, you have unlocked love making instead of primal fucking.

Once Michael takes his mask off around you there’s no going back, not that there was really any going back before either. Now you’re not only his, you’re his permanently. here is no leaving or moving on.

Bo Sinclair

Bo may come off as cocky and arrogant but really, he’s just hiding insecurities himself. So if he cares about you, he’s not going to push you to completely expose yourself to him not matter how badly he wants to see all of you.

Will give you one of his old shirts to wear while he fucks you. If you’re going to war something it’s going to be something that still proves to him that you’re his. Besides, he also likes the idea of taking his shirts back after he’s completely wrecked you while you’ve worn them.

He may not be able to look but he’s most definitely still going to touch. Bo will slide his hands up under your shirt to grope you and tease your nipples with his fingers, anything to get you to keep making those pretty noises for him.

Once you finally feel comfortable taking your shirt off during sex, he does nothing but praise you for once. He never wants to see you with a shirt on ever again while he’s fucking you and if that means no lewd teasing and degrading for once then so be it.

Vincent Sinclair

Once again, a slasher that is very understanding of your insecurities. Vincent is insecure about his body as well as his face. (Cause why else would you wear thick baggy sweaters surrounded by hot wax and lit candles in Louisiana)

In fact, the first time you and Vincent have sex both of you stay mostly clothed. Over time, both of you begin to strip down more but he knows better than to make a grab for your shirt. He’s to sweet though so he wouldn’t try some shit like that.

This man absolutely worships your body. He does have to show his muse how much he appreciates them after all.

If you ever decide to take your shirt off he makes sure to let you know how much he loves you and the way you look, even though he can’t express it verbally.

Loves when you wear one of his sweaters. Your completely blissed out look while make fists around the sleeves that are to long on you as you make all those pretty sounds could drive him mad.

Thomas Hewitt

The fact you feel insecure around him and feel the need to hide your body makes him pretty upset. Of course he’s not upset with you, he’s just upset you don’t see yourself the way he sees you.

Does his best to communicate to you how much he loves you, how pretty he thinks you are, how much he cares for you. Thomas just wants you to feel comfortable and confident when you;re around him.

Still, he doesn’t push you to do something you’re not comfortable it’s. He understands what it’s like to want to hide the parts of you that you don’t like, the parts other people have ridiculed and made fun of.

When you finally do take your shirt off, he goes crazy. Have fun attempting to walk literally ever again. This man will give you a whole new definition for the phrase “rearranging your guts.”

Brahms Heelshire

He’s a complete brat about everything, and while he won’t try and take your shirt off, he’s not going to pretend he’s happy about it. Often begs you to take it off as he’s brutally thrusting into you. Not gonna happen Brahmsy.

Again, he may not look but he can touch and he’s going to take full advantage of that. It’s not his fault you whine and make such pretty noises for him whenever he sneaks his hands up under your shirt.

In the winter, he’ll wrap his cardigan around you as well. The old house can be hard to keep heated and he doesn’t want you to get cold. You should think him for working so hard to keep you warm.

When you feel comfortable enough to be completely naked in front of him he makes sure to fuck you dumb. He won’t stop until you’ve cum multiple times and struggle to form sentences. You’ll be shaking and covered in both cum and sweat by the time he’s through with you.

It’s not like it was anything he hasn’t seen before considering he just stalks you all of the time. But still, he wants to see every part of you and that stupid shirt of yours always got in the way of that.

Stu Macher

He’s surprisingly chill about the whole thing. While he is absolutely dying to see you completely naked he’s not going to shame you for feeling insecure. You’re still going to get lots of compliments and praise from him while he fucks you whether you’re wearing a shirt or not.

Will make sure that your comfortable with everything that happens. He loves you and doesn’t want you to not enjoy anything that happens in he bedroom so he’s always asking for your permission before he does anything.

Won’t make any comments if you tell him about something that would help you feel more secure or safe. Want the lights off if you’re going to take your shirt off? He’s more than okay with it, he’s had plenty of practice for navigating through the dark.

His goal is to make you scream and he’s not gonna let your shirt get in the way of that. Expect for him to still tease your hardened nipples through your shirt, will even suck on them through your shirt, he doesn’t care.

Billy Loomis

He dated Sydney for a decent amount of time, this isn’t his first rodeo with a “the clothes stay on rule.” Of course, he would never tell you that. Besides, at least he still gets to fuck you even if you do want to keep your shirt on.

Billy is the most likely to have a conversation with you about how he can make you feel more comfortable. He may be a psychopath but he really can be loving and considerate towards the people he really cares about.

He’s not going to pretend like he doesn’t want to see you completely naked. He’s a smooth talker so you can bet that he’s going to be flirting and doing his best to convince you to just let him slip your shirt over your head. Like pls, just a quick peak.

If you ever decide to take your shirt off he does nothing but compliment you. Of course those compliments still come with a bit of degrading but if you’re dating Billy you’re used to being called his pretty little slut.

Jesse Cromeans

If you’re going to keep your shirt on he’s going to make sure that it’s some fancy designer shirts. Or better yet, one of his fancy designer shirts that is way to big on you. He would love nothing more to fuck you while you’re wearing one of his shirts.

Understands your insecurity and doesn’t try and push past your boundaries. Jesse has enough fun pushing your physical boundaries during sex. You’re most definitely always sore the next day.

Jesse would love to film you while he pounds into you but if he knows that you’re insecure he’s not going to ask. He doesn’t want you to feel pressured into doing something and knows it’s something you most likely wouldn’t be comfortable doing anyways if you’re insecure. He knows that he would hate for you to pressure him into taking his mask off, so he would never put you in that kind of position.

If you ever feel comfortable enough to take off your shirt he goes out of his way to make sure you’re comfortable the whole time. Jesse will make sure to constantly check in on you and make sure you’re okay with everything.

Asa Emory

He’s the worst one considering that he kidnaps you, so it’s not like you have much of a say in what happens. Whatever Asa wants from you, he’s going to get from you whether it be the easy way or the hard way.

If he cares about you enough to bring you to his home, then he’s more likely to listen when you express your insecurities and discomfort with being completely nude.

But if he decides he wants to see you completely bared to him while your locked up in his hotel then he’s just going to cut your shirt off with that knife of his and that’s that.

At the end of the day, Asa will always be a sadist and thrives off of your fear and embarrassment. It would take a lot for him to listen to your requests since he pretty much views you as nothing more than an exotic pet.

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[aggravatetheaxe]

I already sent you an ask but damn you for making me want pain.

" could... could you just hold me, a while? "

With Bo please.. -Ghoul

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It had already been dark for a few hours and he'd missed dinner by the time he finally came home.

Given how seriously Bo took meal times, that wasn't like him. You were already worried when his truck pulled up to the house, lights shining through the den windows, tires crackling over gravel. You listened closely, your entire body tense, for any indication that he had victims with him.

There were none, thank god - just the pound of his boots on the steps and the sound of the door opening. Before you even saw him, you sat straighter on the couch, your brow furrowing.

Something was wrong.

Bo emerged into the den, taking off his hat and carding a hand through his hair in a single, sluggish motion. He wasn't looking at you, instead tossing his hat to the side and following the motion with his eyes. He unlaced and toed off his boots - a habit you'd been helping him work on - without lifting his gaze.

He seemed ... slow. Heavy. Like he was being weighted down.

Just when you were starting to think he wasn't going to acknowledge your presence at all, he looked up at you, meeting your eye for just a second. "Hey."

It was a pretty pathetic attempt at filling the silence, but you responded in kind - "Hey" - and peered at him. This was not the seething silence of anger ... this was something different. Something rarer. After a moment's hesitation, you ventured, "What's up...?"

He didn't answer, but he did come to the couch. You scooted over to make room for him and he sunk into the cushions - though not as he usually would, with his arms spread along the back, owning his space. He sat ... smaller, somehow, his arms limp at his sides, his head back, frowning at some imaginary point on the wall above the TV.

Now that he was closer, you could smell cigarettes on him. More than usual. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he just got done chainsmoking a whole pack. He smoked more when he was stressed, you found. Probably learned from his mother.

What had him acting like this?

You tested the waters by scooting an inch closer, and he turned his head briefly, muttering, "I'm fine."

Sitting right next to him, you could smell the liquor on his breath. He wasn't an alcoholic, but you'd caught him drinking his emotions on more than one occasion. He saved the harder stuff for those times, and today, well ... he certainly didn't smell like Bud.

You couldn't help your frown of concern. He had supposedly been at work since morning, hauling cars from the mill to scrap them. Sometimes he had those foggy days, where nothing ever seemed to get done and he couldn't get his head out of the past ... this must be one of those.

"Bo..." You hesitated. "Did something happen? You know you can talk to me about whatever."

He scoffed like what you'd said was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard, but it was ... half-hearted. Not nearly as mean as he'd meant it to come out, probably. Not sufficient armor. He seemed to realize this almost at once, looking away and going quiet.

"Bo - "

His eyes snapped closed, and he raised a hand. "Shh. Just..."

You shut up. This was the part where he asked you to leave him alone and you spent the night in your room crying and stewing and wondering why you stayed here with him in the first place.

"Could ... could you jus' hold me awhile?"

His voice was achingly earnest, nearly a plea. You stared for a moment, unsure if you'd just heard what you thought you did. But the red on the bridge of his nose and the tips of his ears confirmed it ... he was asking to be held, and probably internally begging you not to make a big production out of it.

Stupid, stubborn man.

You scooted backward, facing him and resting against the arm of the couch. Wordlessly, you spread your legs and arms, and just as wordlessly, he melted into you, his head resting below your chin. His arms wrapped around your middle, holding you as tight as you held him. Humming low in your chest, you combed your fingers through his hair and closed your eyes.

He was so much easier to hug without all that armor on.

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