#dilf bo sinclair

[visceravalentines]

What did you do for Easter, Meg? Oh you know, colored eggs and wrote sacrilegious porn, hbu? Couldn't stop thinking about the comments on this post so surprise whores here you go

Worship

Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

Bo has a few sins to confess and in the process he commits a whole bunch of new ones.

2.5k words. Smut. Super blasphemy, like so bad, and lots of religious ideas and phrasing. Oral (fem!receiving) and PnV sex in a semi-public extremely inappropriate place w/ creampie at the end bc that's what we deserve. Soft Bo, almost sub Bo if you squint. Reader wears a dress & heels and uses she/her pronouns. Extensive liberties taken with confessional booth architecture and suit pants physics.

A note: this can be read as a non-chronological part of my ongoing dilf Bo series or as a standalone.

You haven't been in this church since you were a teenager. Your eyes wander up and over the stained glass, the soaring rafters. It's a beautiful building, stately, tranquil.

"Got somethin' I need to confess," Bo whispers with his lips against your ear. Goosebumps roll down your skin.

You shoot a sidelong glance down the pew at your parents, less than two feet away. They're holiday Catholics and the sermon has them rapt, like tourists watching a wild animal from the safety of their vehicle.

You incline your head subtly in Bo's direction and hold your breath so you don't miss his next words.

"I can't get you outta my head."

You exhale slowly and shift on the bench, careful not to set the ancient wood creaking. When you sneak a look at him, he's the picture of innocence, taking in the gospel like a man who doesn't need it. You clasp your hands on your lap.

Casually, like he's commenting on the father's delivery, Bo leans in again and murmurs, "Bet you'd let me touch you here, huh? Get my hands under that little skirt...."

You shiver and shift. The bench tattles on you and your mother sends a reprimand your way with her eyes. You tug the hem of your skirt towards your knees and try to channel a modicum of the faux virtue sitting to your left.

He quiets down and behaves himself for just long enough that the flame flickering in your center dies down to an almost-appropriate level, but the heat of his leg against your bare thigh keeps you from turning all your thoughts to God. The weight of his hand on the small of your back as he guides you out of the pew for Communion is a stitch past purity. The look he manages to slip you as the father places the wafer in his open mouth makes you feel like you need to get back in line for a second pass at contrition, and maybe this time you'll mean it.

His hand brushes across your ass as you scoot back into the pew and you think about obedience, how you hate to be told what to do but you'd drop to your knees for him right now, right here, if he'd promise to quell the simmer he's started between your legs.

The father is thanking those who helped prepare the picnic on the lawn outside and Bo props his arm on the back of the bench, leans close and lets his lips graze your skin, and whispers, "Meet me up there once everybody's outside." He gestures with a nod.

You look at him with wide eyes. "The confessional?" you hiss.

He winks at you.

You follow your parents out onto the green, but Bo doesn't follow you. In fact you lose him immediately in the crowd, can't help but search for him among the abundance of pastel dresses and khaki suits. You agree vapidly with everything your mother says about the mass, nod politely at all your dad's closest acquaintances.

You excuse yourself at the second or third possible opportunity, afraid of running into the father if you sneak back too soon. Your footsteps are deafening in the now silent sanctuary, your eager uncertainty echoing back at you like an accusation.

Bo is nowhere to be seen, but neither is the clergy, so you step lightly across the stone floor and approach the confessional booth. The penitent's bench is hardly private, hung with a red curtain that only conceals from the waist up. You duck instead into the priest's chamber and inch the door closed behind you, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding once you're safely out of sight.

The small space is dimly lit by a single bulb recessed in the ceiling and the fractured light coming in through the screen on the one side. There's a bench built into the back wall and furnished with a velvet cushion. You sit, adjusting your skirt, and think about guilt.

Abruptly the door flies open and Bo slips inside, closing it all the way behind him. He's appropriately debonair in a blue suit, white shirt, no tie. For a moment, he looks a touch harried, glancing over his shoulder to be sure the door is closed. But then he looks down at you, meets your gaze, and flashes you a grin.

"Well what do we have here?"

You move to stand and he shakes his head, fighting to shrug off his suit coat in the confined space. "Don't get up, darlin', you're perfect right there. Betcha this is the first time anyone with tits has sat in that seat."

You giggle, a touch nervous. He reaches his hand out for yours and brings your knuckles to his lips. His mustache prickles your skin.

"You enjoy the mass?"

You're not sure if he's serious. "...parts of it, yeah."

He smiles. "Which parts?"

You open your mouth for a sharp reply but your gaze is hung up on his lips and when he shifts his weight you become unbearably aware of how close his bulge is to your face.

Bo laughs low and squeezes your hand. "I myself had a hard time focusin' on the good word. Had my mind on...other things." He eyes you with something like mischief. "I was hopin' maybe you could help me...unburden myself."

The smell of him is slowly permeating the tiny space, overwriting the stuffy scent of incense and oiled wood with tobacco and aftershave. He barely fits, too tall, shoulders too broad. He could swallow you whole and you wish he would.

"Anything you want," you say softly.

Bracing himself against the walls, he sinks to his knees in front of you. The pattern of the screen is emblazoned on his face in light. The wood pops and creaks. You remember to breathe.

"I'm a sinner, darlin'." He gazes up at you through those lashes, smiling sheepishly, big hands curving around your calves. "Done too much wrong to confess. Can't even remember it all."

You touch his cheek, brush your thumb over the crow's feet at the corner of his eye. "Start small."

His hands slide down to your ankles and he works at the strap of your heels with ungainly fingers. "I been tellin' lies, baby." He slips off one shoe and starts on the other. "Your mama asked me if I've been seein' anyone and I said no." His thumb runs along the arch of your foot. "Your daddy asked me if I knew where you was the other night and I told him I didn't have a clue."

He wraps his fingers around your ankles and squeezes gently, and then pulls your legs open. You stifle a gasp, try to press your thighs together to maintain a smidgen of modesty.

Bo kisses your knees. His hands creep up the outside of your legs. "Been gamblin'. Riskin' my reputation, my livelihood."

"Why would you do that?" you whisper.

He grins against your skin. His fingers are sneaking beneath your skirt. "Well y'see, there's this girl...."

You bite your lip as he curls one finger around the waistband of your panties on either side and tugs them down your thighs.

"She ain't for me...but she's all I want. And that's another thing." He tucks your panties in his pocket and you pretend you don't notice. "I been plagued by lustful thoughts. Day and night I'm thinkin' about this girl, thinkin' about the sounds she makes...picturin' her underneath me...." He guides your knees apart, drags his mouth over your skin, lighting you up from the outside in. His shoulders are solid under your hands, a foundation to cling to.

"See, I know it's wrong, but whenever she's around me I just...forget myself. Start wonderin' what she's got on under her clothes, what I gotta do to get 'em off of her...." He nips at your flesh, one, two, three up your thigh, and you gasp each time. "Keeps me up at night wishin' she was in my bed." He pauses, looks at you with cocked eyebrows. "I think about her damn near every time I defile myself, which is...often."

You exhale slowly, release the death grip you have on his shirt and run your fingers through his hair. "Sounds like you've got a lot of penance to do."

Bo lets out a helpless chuckle. "I know it, baby. I'm desperate." He blinks up at you, looking earnest. "I'm hopin' you got some salvation to offer me."

"I might." You tug your skirt up, baring yourself to him, and he groans, fingers digging into your flesh. "But you've got to earn it."

He inches forward and pins your legs open on either side of his shoulders. "Never been much of a god-fearin' man," he says, "but I know how to worship." He bows his head and you close your eyes when you feel his breath on your skin. "What d'you know about devotion, angel?"

"Nothing," you say, breathless. "Teach me."

The first pass of his tongue is feather-light and devastating and you sigh as that flickering flame roils brightly back to life. He teases the edge of your entrance, warming you up with the heat of his attention. You make a small sound and he responds with a slow, insistent lick up the length of your slit that makes you whine and clutch at his hair.

He cradles your clit in the cup of his lips and venerates you with his tongue in lazy spirals, up and over, and your blood throbs in the same rhythm. He sucks gently, and then harder, and you moan in the bliss of transubstantiation as his mouth makes the mundane into the divine.

With a growl in the back of his throat he hoists your legs onto his shoulders and penetrates you with his tongue, lapping at your pussy in search of absolution. Your eyes bounce around the blank ceiling of the booth as your hips buck mindlessly against his chin. His mustache tickles your lips, beard coarse against your inner thighs.

"Bo," you gasp as he sucks hard at your clit, "oh, god."

"I'm a bad person, baby," he mumbles. "Promise."

"No." You try and fail to stifle a cry, back arching, toes curled. "You're so good...you're so good."

Between your gasps you hear the sound of footsteps on the stone. Your steady-building climax skids to a halt and you stare wide-eyed at the confessional door.

Bo doesn't stop. In fact, he redoubles his efforts.

You clamp your hand over your mouth, trying desperately to keep still even as your body flexes and writhes against your will. You can hear two voices--you recognize one as the father but the other could be anybody, some stranger, some sinner seeking Easter confession.

Bo seals his mouth over your cunt and grinds his tongue against your clit again and again, gripping your ass, holding you to him as you squirm and seek purchase on the featureless walls.

The voices are getting closer and against all odds, so is your release. You're past the point of redemption, couldn't stave it off if you wanted to.

"Bo," you squeak under your breath, clawing at the back of his neck, grasping the edge of the seat, "please--"

He grunts softly. He's devouring you, hellbent on a miracle, bound and determined to introduce you to God. And seconds later, when your cup runneth over and your spine arches against the velvet and you have to sink your teeth into the meat of your palm to keep from howling his name, you see starbursts of pastel pink and sky blue behind your eyes and figure this is probably the closest you'll get to the pearly gates.

Your breath is hitching in your chest and you feel him slip out of your hands and you whimper, floating back into your body, unsteady as you try to sit up straight on the bench. The voices and footsteps are fading and you breathe a sigh of relief and release.

His hands are on your arms and he's coaxing you to your feet, supporting your weight on behalf of your shaking legs, turning you around in the tight space and murmuring in your ear.

"Need you, baby, right now, c'mere. Need to be inside you. Let me--"

He takes your place on the bench. He's undone his belt, freed his cock from his pants, and you clamber eagerly into his lap and let him guide you down onto him. Your head lolls back as he pushes into you, fills your empty space. The image of him looking desperately up at you is burned into the back of your eyelids.

"Angel," he breathes as he takes your face in his hands and brings your mouth to his. His kisses are hot with lust, with greed, with envy of everyone who's ever touched your lips before him. You can smell yourself in his beard, sweet and heady like original sin.

You move, rocking back and forth on his cock, and he moves you, hands on your hips, your skirt in disarray, his shirt falling open as you wrestle with the buttons. He pulls you closer, pulls himself deeper, and you can feel his heart pounding when you brace yourself on his chest.

"Ain't gonna last long," he pants. "So fuckin' tight, baby, so perfect...."

"That's okay, that's okay," you say, stumbling over your words. The frame of the booth is groaning in legitimate complaint, the entire structure trembling slightly, and you're going to get caught, surely you are, and you'll be cast out together beyond the reach of forgiveness but that might be alright as long as you've got him with you.

You press yourself against him, as close as you can get and not close enough. He cums with his face buried in your chest and your name in his mouth like a prayer. The kick of his cock inside you grants you another little climax, a little death, little moans jarred from your lips with each waning thrust of his hips.

"Kiss me," you whisper, and he obeys, his eyes glazed, his gaze soft and adoring. His needy grip on your waist melts into caresses and you finger the buttons of his shirt like rosary beads. One is missing; you're both hopelessly disheveled, undeniably sin-touched. You push his hair off his forehead and back into place. "Did this help?"

He shakes his head and laughs quietly. "No."

"Made it worse."

"Yeah."

"Sorry."

"'S okay." He kisses you again. "You're forgiven."

#i know i know i write so much of bo eating pussy but you know what? you know what?? you're welcome okay?? leave me alone #this was supposed to be like a blurb but i just don't know how to shut up about this old man #bo sinclair #bo sinclair fanfiction #dilf bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #house of wax fanfiction #agaas #a gentleman and a scoundrel

[reveluving]

I will never ever get over the fact that the @visceravalentines, aka the writer of A Gentleman and a Scoundrel, aka the ultimate dilf!bo fic in the world, once reblogged the gifset of dilf!bo after I desperately rummaged through the internet for that one episode he’s in on AoS 🤧🤧

I remember kicking my feet in the air and shit and even went as far as to check the url or if I was being the clown 🤡

And then other amazing (in my humble opinion) accounts noticed the gifs too UGHHH just goes to show that his presence alone is enough to bring us worrying amazing individuals together <3

(P.S. MEG ILY I THINK YOU'RE KINDA AWESOME *MUAH MUAH* 💗)

#thank you mr van holt <3 #AND MEG TOO #normalize hyping up ur fav writers #bo sinclair #dilf bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #a gentleman and a scoundrel

[dustylava]

Mother's spirit: "and yet, I can't understand, how you were able to marry my eldest? He's inadequate, - Trudy threw up her hands. - He's aggressive and grumpy."

Y/n: "he's just little old - you cooed, - and very tired."

The Bo's work boot, from which you, not very gracefully, but managed to dodge, flew through the face of the Mother's spirit.

#house of wax #bo sinclair #bo #trudy sinclair #dilf bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #dilf x reader #horror movies #slasher movies #slashers #movie #тупые шутки как смысл жизни

[sterilemoth]

some sketches of dilf!bo inspired by @visceravalentines fic series. sorry if the image quality isn’t the best i’ve been having an issue w it.

#bo sinclair #dilf bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slasher #slasher art

[sketchy-rosewitch]

This is dilf!Bo this is absolutely him right here

This is so fucking dilf!Bo so dilf!Bo pleaseeee

The knife in his hand like please 🙏🏻

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x reader #dilf! bo sinclair vibes #dilf!bo sinclair

[lebenspurpur]

idk how and why this came to me but dilf Vincent (when I talk about pregnancy I mean an afab reader but as soon as that's over, the hc's can be read as a gender-neutral reader. also this is not proofread.)

NSFW below cut:

Usually, Vincent would hate the idea of having his own biological children or any children, really. He has way too many worries about that. What if you give birth to conjoined twins? What if he will be just like his parents? He still lives in a town made of dead people, that's not a safe environment for a child!

However, Vincent has a giant breeding kink. As soon as he sees your tummy swell, he's just animalistic. Now, no one has a stronger claim on you than him. Whenever Bo or Lester spend an evening with the two of you, he can't help the pride coursing through him. You're his partner, carrying his child. It's like he left a mark on you, and he loves it.

The birth will be a little terrifying for him. The amount of pain you're going through and the fact that he can't help you is enough to make him break down. Yet he stays with you, he holds your hand, and he starts sobbing when the infant is born, and you can finally rest.

Omg and while you're sleeping through your, well-deserved, nap he just carries his child around, just walking in circles in the room you're in. He's just starstruck. This tiny human being, this living thing, is something you, and he, created. Don't mind him, he's just gonna cry again.

When you wake up, you'll just be greeted with the sight of Vincent sauntering around, cooing at the little one while they grab his fingers. You swear you've never seen him this alive before.

And god, he is so proud of you. You made this tiny being, you went through so much shit to create his, your child. He didn't think he could love you anymore, but apparently, he can.

I feel like Vincent isn't even going to complain about having to change diapers or waking up in the middle of the night. He deals with way worse than diapers (even though they are gross) and his sleeping schedule is fucked anyway. Plus, nothing calms him more than just going for a walk with the tiny one. He rests their head on his chest, and then he just strolls through the house, humming slightly, so they will fall asleep again.

He even takes his mask off. Reason number one: The child is way too strong and if they keep grabbing the max, it will break or look terrible. Reason number two: You showed him the still face experiment, and now he's terrified of traumatizing his child because of the mask. Seeing him smile at the infant in his arms while he puts it to sleep never fails to make you fall in love all over again.

If you worry about your body after the pregnancy, Vincent will absolutely soothe those worries. He even thinks you've grown more attractive as a parent. There are definitely times when he calls you a dilf/milf in front of Bo or Lester, just to tease you. He means it, though, even if he is smirking like the little bastard he is.

And then the child grows older and older, and Vincent is more content with every day that passes. He shows them how to draw, how to paint, they go fishing with Uncle Bo and hiking with Jonesy and Uncle Lester, and he loves all of it.

And while he loves his new life, there is one flaw. Having a child means giving up free time that you could spend with your partner.

After a while, he gets so pent-up that just a hug could get him going. Afternoons are spent just creating thick sexual tension because you've cooked together in the kitchen. The both of you are relieved when Bo and Lester finally take the child for a few hours. Vincent is literally pouncing on you as soon as the main door closes. And trust me, he will use the entirety of these few hours.

Also, massages. The stressful day as a parent sure leads to a lot of sore spots in your back, and it's Vincent's job to tenderly soothe those muscles of yours. He grows really into it and the more experienced he gets, the more you're looking forward to it. Even if the sexual tension is a problem here too.

He spends more time outside, too. In the afternoons you can watch him and the child play in the garden and the picture never fails to paint a smile on your lips. You feel so content with him, with your child. With your family.

#dilf!Vincent Sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #slasher x reader #slashers #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair x you #smut #smut and fluff #slasher headcanons

[peterpastrahmii]

go away I'm thinking abt dilf bo

#he has so much dilf potential #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #slashers #slasher #slasher x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #slasher memes #slashers x reader #michael myers #brahms heelshire

[slaasherslut]

There's nothing I wouldnt give if it meant I got to sit next to this man on a dock and drink coffee in the morning

#also the filter how fucking cute #brian van holt #dilf bo #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair

[bosinclairz]

dilf!bo on my mind rn

#dilf!bo #bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #zsaszs scheiße

[visceravalentines]

Fireworks

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

3k words Part 2 here!

Smut for days, fluff for weeks. Age gap, dad's best friend, oral, dirty talk, praise, creampie, reader is referred to as darlin' and baby girl and pretty.

Yeah yeah, today's the 4th of July, cheesy title, whatever. THIS IS THE MOST FUN I'VE HAD IN A WHILE. In fact I loved living in this little tableau I've created so much I'm planning a sequel?? Fuck dude, I am down so stupid bad for this dumb idiot man.

Tagging a few people who I think might enjoy this as much as I did. @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, @slutforguts, @brandnewhuman, @fluffy-little-demon

If there was one thing your parents did right every time, it was their big summer bash. 

Every year, when the temperature really started to ramp up, they invited the whole neighborhood over for barbecue, drinks, ice cream, and yard games.  Their backyard pool was filled with kids bobbing like apples.  There was often a waterslide, a water balloon toss, and sometimes fireworks once it got dark. 

You had missed it the last few years, busy with summer semester at school.  This year, however, you found yourself longing for a familiar setting and comfortable traditions.  Even the incessant questions from neighbors you barely remembered would be worth the opportunity to be somewhere stable.  Your parents, of course, were delighted, and swiftly roped you in to helping plan the menu, buy food and supplies, and set up the morning of the big day. 

Wearing a new bikini underneath a band tee, you helped your mom arrange watermelon slices on a large platter, nestled soda and beer into coolers full of ice, and walked up and down the deck steps innumerable times carrying everything outside. 

Although the party didn’t officially start until noon, people always began trickling in early, especially people close with your folks.  The Swensons next door with their four boys arrived at 10:30.  Two women from your mom’s book club arrived around 11.  And when you made yet another trip down the deck stairs, you saw your dad on a ladder hanging decorations with the help of a tall, sandy-haired man you immediately recognized. 

“Hey Dad, Mom wants to know if you want the stuff for the grill outside now or if you want to wait.”  The man looked over his shoulder with a curious expression on his handsome face.  “Hi, Mr. Sinclair.” 

He broke into a grin.  “Y/N, is that you?  I’ll be damned.” 

“It’s me.”  You smiled sheepishly.  His Southern accent had been the source of much conversation between you and your high school friends.  You’d even dated some asshole from Mississippi for a while just to hear that honey-sweet drawl. 

Mr. Sinclair handed your dad the other end of the banner he was hanging and turned to you.  Were you imagining his ice-blue eyes flicking down to your bare legs and back up to your face?  “You look good, darlin’.  How’s college?” 

Oh, you had forgotten that.  How had you forgotten the way he called you darlin’?  “Can’t complain,” you said.  “I’ll graduate in another year.” 

“Y’got big plans after that?”  God, those eyes.  Had they always been so piercing?  You felt seen in a way that was intense, but not unpleasant. 

“Not really.  I’m waiting to see what opportunities open up, I guess.” 

“Well, you’re a smart one, you’ll figure it out.” 

Your mom yelled your name from the back door.  You excused yourself and walked across the patio.  The weight of a stare on your ass was tangible. 

Just before you reached the deck stairs, you turned and looked back.  He did not even try to hide the fact that yes, he had indeed been checking you out seconds before.  His gaze swept up to your face at the most leisurely pace possible and he flashed you a subtle smirk.  You felt the heat of a blush and tried not to race up the stairs. 

 The backyard filled up quickly as people began to arrive.  Music wafted from the speakers mounted beneath the deck.  The shriek of neighborhood kids and the splashing of pool water rounded out the suburbia soundtrack. 

You answered the same questions over and over from friendly neighbors, helped your mom stave off several low-stakes emergencies, finally managed to extricate yourself from all party business long enough to shed your t-shirt and slip into the pool. 

The shallow end was for splash fights.  The deep end was for the older crowd.  The water was cool but not cold, washing the sweat from your skin as you let yourself sink all the way down to the bottom.  The muffling of sound and the sensation of even pressure on your skin helped you relax, clear your mind, until all that was left was the thought of a mechanic’s rough hands. 

You had bet on a lot of things, coming home for this event.  Mr. Sinclair’s killer jawline was not one of them. 

In one burst, you launched yourself back up to the surface.  Wiping the water from your eyes and nose, you kicked to the wall, hauled yourself up and out of the pool.  As you toweled off your face and arms, you scanned the crowd.  Sure enough, you found him, barely a participant in the conversation at hand, gaze locked on you as he drained the dregs from his beer bottle. 

He was going to need another, wasn’t he?  You were sort of the host of this party too, right? 

You wrapped the towel around your hips and snagged two beers from a cooler.  You pretended you couldn’t quite hear Mrs. Swenson flagging you down and made a beeline for the tall man breaking away from the conversation. 

“Hey, Mr. Sinclair,” you said, darting in front of him.  The way he lit up upon seeing you made your stomach flip.  “I grabbed you a beer.” 

“Well ain’t you the sweetest thing.”  He accepted the bottle from you and this time, there was no mistaking the way his eyes drank in your exposed skin.  “Call me Bo, darlin’.”  He took a swig.  You tried and failed at not staring at his lips.  “You enjoyin’ yourself?” 

“Yeah, it’s good to be back.  Summer on campus is boring.” 

“Can’t help but notice you didn’t bring anyone home with you.” 

You raised an eyebrow.  “Yeah…not a lot of luck in that department.” 

He grinned at you.  “What, a pretty thing like you?  Now that’s a cryin’ shame.” 

“Oh, believe me, there has been crying.” 

His smile cooled, just a little.  “Any o’ them kids hurt your feelings, darlin’, you give me a call.  I’ll teach ‘em a lesson for you.” 

Something told you he wasn’t joking.  “Well, if you ever come across Bradley from Gulfport, you have my permission to kick his ass.” 

He laughed.  “Duly noted.  What did Bradley from Gulfport have goin’ for him?” 

You pinched your tongue between your teeth.  “…a Southern accent.” 

The smile this triggered sent a heatwave rolling beneath your skin.  “That’s all it takes, huh?”  You bit your lip and could not look at him.  “You gotta watch out for those Southern boys, there’s only two kinds.  They’re either gentlemen or scoundrels, every one of ‘em.” 

You boosted your courage with a mouthful of beer.  “Which one are you, Bo?” 

He studied you for a long time before answering.  “The kind who doesn’t want your daddy noticin’ the way I’m lookin’ at his daughter.” 

You were wet, and it was not from the pool. 

Clearing your throat, you said, “I think I’m…going to go change.  Probably not getting back in the water.” 

He nodded once.  “Fair enough.” 

You took two steps before adding, “I’ll be upstairs, if you need anything.”  Again, shocked at your own brazenness, it took everything in you not to run up the steps. 

The house was cold and quiet.  You made your way down the hall, hung the towel over the shower curtain rod, nudged your bedroom door almost completely closed.  Slowly, you undid your bikini, practically tingling with anticipation.  Would he actually follow you up here?  What if he did?  You took your sweet time picking out a pair of underwear and a new t-shirt.  You held off on the shorts and the bra.  How long should you wait before you went back out there? 

Just as you were about to give up and pull on the rest of your clothes, there came a soft rap on the door.  You took hold of the handle and opened it just a little further, peeking into the hallway. 

There stood Bo Sinclair, bold as brass, looking somehow both smug and earnest.  “I missed you,” he said. 

You reached out, grabbed his hand, tugged him into your bedroom and shut the door.  With fluid grace, he spun you around, pushed you against the door, set his hands lightly on your waist.  You were breathing hard already.  “D’you want this, darlin’?” he whispered. 

You nodded.  “Yes.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes.” 

He tilted your chin up with his thumb, kissed you with those lips.  He tasted like beer and cigarettes and some indescribable sweetness.  Your hands found his chest, still broad and muscular, and he felt hot beneath the fabric of his shirt.  He broke the kiss, met your eyes, then kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue playing at the edge of your teeth.  A soft moan rose to your lips. 

He pulled away again, looked at you seriously.  “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” he said. 

You shook your head.  “No.  I want more.”  Your hand slid down his front, palmed at him through his jeans. 

He cocked his head, a smile creeping across his face.  “You’re a little minx, ain’t you.”  He thrust his hips against you, pushed his knee in between your thighs.  “Lemme show you a good time, baby girl.”  He kissed down your neck, into the hollow of your throat, his fingertips brushing the skin just underneath the hem of your shirt.  You arched your back, pressing against him, still caught up in a measure of disbelief that this was actually happening. 

Bo took your hands and pulled you toward your bed.  It was a full, barely bigger than a twin, hopefully big enough for two – you’d never tried it before.  He sat on the edge, guided you onto his lap with your legs wrapped around his waist, showered you with kisses while he ran his hands over your legs, your ass. 

You took hold of his shirt, worked it up his torso and off of him.  His shoulders were dusted with freckles, soft blonde hair on his chest.  His eyes gleamed.  “Fair is fair, darlin’.” 

You stripped off your own shirt, tossed it to the floor.  Bo muttered an expletive under his breath.  He traced his thumb over your nipple and it hardened instantly, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.  “You’re too pretty, baby,” he murmured.  “I wanna wreck you.” 

Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled yourself against his body, kissed his collarbones, his shoulders.  You could feel him getting hard underneath you and you rolled your hips experimentally once, twice.  He made a delightful sound in his throat, his grip tightening on your love handles. 

“Let me worship you, darlin’,” he said against your temple. 

“Please,” you breathed. 

He twisted, laid you down on the bed, kissed you sweetly and then wandered his mouth down your body, little by little, until his fingers were tucked in the waistband of your underwear and his breath was warm on your lower stomach.  His baby blue eyes, alight with mischief, locked on yours. 

“Now, you gotta be quiet.  Wouldn’t wanna get you in trouble.” 

You nodded quickly, the blanket already balled up in your fists. 

Bo eased your panties down your thighs slowly.  You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to steady your breathing, and when his tongue first slipped through your lips you let out an involuntary ohh. 

“Ah-ah, what did I say?”  You could hear the grin in his voice.  “Be good for me or I might have to give you a spankin’, and it won’t be like the kind your daddy used to give you.” 

You writhed.  You disheveled the sheets.  You bit your lip hard as he worked you over, sucking your clit, teasing your entrance.  These were not the bewildered ministrations of a reluctant frat boy.  This man was indeed worshipping you and doing it well, and the pleasure building steadily deep inside you was enough to make you want to scream. 

Finally, when you truly could not take it anymore, you choked out his name, grabbed at his hair.  He looked up, licked you off his lips, kissed the inside of your thigh.  “What d’you need, baby girl?” 

“I-I….” 

“God, you look good.”  He crept up the length of your body, cradled your head to bring your lips up to his.  “Such a mess for me.” 

You ran your hands through his chest hair.  “Bo,” you whimpered. 

“Yes, darlin’?” 

“I need you.” 

“You need me where?” 

“I need you…to fuck me…please?” 

He exhaled sharply.  “You are hellbent on gettin’ me in trouble, ain’t you.”  He trailed a finger down your breastbone.  “Teasin’ me with that beautiful body…askin’ me so nicely.” 

“Please, Bo.” 

He pressed his lips to your forehead, nuzzled your ear.  “Has anyone ever made you cum in this bed?” he whispered. 

“No,” you whispered back. 

“Mmm.”  He cupped your breast, squeezed firmly.  “I bet you’d look mighty fine on top of me.”  He slipped away from you, pulled off his jeans and boxers.  You made room for him on the bed, straddled his hips, eyeing his length.  He folded his arms above his head and stretched languidly.  “Take it slow, darlin’.  I like the view.” 

You rubbed yourself against him, your already-sensitive clit dangerously tender.  The two of you moaned in concert, the friction between you intoxicating.  He felt good between your folds, beneath your hands, his stomach firm under a cushion of fat.  You canted your hips in a steady rhythm until he was slick with your arousal.  With his tip at your entrance, you pressed down carefully, not quite enough to push him into you, and smiled at him, held him there. 

“Wicked,” he scolded.  “You bet your ass I’ll remember this for next time.” 

“Next time?” 

“Oh, there will most assuredly be a next time.” 

This lit up your insides more than you expected and you lowered yourself onto him all the way in one smooth motion.  You gasped.  He groaned.  His hands left their place on the pillow to take hold of your hips.  He rocked you back and forth at an easy pace and you felt him flex inside you. 

“Oh, Bo.” 

“Quit.”  He slapped the side of your ass.  “My stamina ain’t what it used to be and if you throw that in the mix we are in for a short ride.” 

You giggled, leaned back for a better angle, and sighed contentedly.  When you opened your eyes, you found him staring at you with open admiration.  Bending over his chest, you kissed him deeply, your skin alight with his touch.  You rode him methodically for what could have been hours, hands on your breasts, biting back the little sounds he drew out of you. 

At last he took your jaw in his hand, commanded your attention.  “Now, darlin’.  You’re gonna cum for me hard and you’re gonna look me in the eyes while you do it.  Y’understand?” 

Your breath caught in your throat.  “Yes sir.” 

He gave you a look.  “I’m gonna remember that for next time too.” 

He took a firm grasp on your thighs, adjusted his hips, and began to thrust into you with unexpected force.  Your mouth fell open in an O and your eyes rolled back in your head.  “Look at me, darlin’, look at me.”  You refocused, teeth pinning your lip, his expression positively sinful.  You felt yourself begin to come apart and clawed at his chest.  “That’s it, baby, so pretty.” 

You couldn’t keep back the whine bubbling up in your lungs any longer, keening helplessly, whole body a mass of snapping nerves.  His long, soft lashes fluttered as he finished inside you with a low grunt, clenching your flesh hard enough to leave marks. 

Panting, you sank onto his shoulder and he wove his arms around you.  “You did so well for me,” he mumbled, kissing your brow.  “Such a sweet thing.” 

You curled into his side while he stroked your back, traced the lines your nails left in his skin.  “You know…I’ve never….” 

He grew immediately serious.  “You’ve never what?” 

“I’ve never had sex in this bed at all.” 

Bo huffed out a sigh of relief.  “Jesus Christ, Y/N, you’re gonna give an old fuck like me a heart attack.” 

You giggled.  “Sorry.” 

“I can’t be goin’ around deflowerin’ young women, they’d kill me in the streets.”  He gave you a tender kiss.  “Probably kill me for this anyway.” 

“Too bad, I’ll miss you.” 

He gave your ass an affectionate smack.  “Speakin’ of missin’, we’d both better get back out there before they send a search party.” 

“When can I see you again?” 

“In about five minutes when you put your clothes back on and get out there and pretend like you weren’t just fucked stupid by your daddy’s best friend.” 

“That is not what I meant.” 

“Oh, what’d y’mean?” 

“When can I see you again like this?”  You ran your thumb along his jaw. 

“Well, how long are you in town for?” 

“The rest of the summer.” 

He let out a low whistle.  “Is that so?  Y’know, I’ve been meanin’ to hire some help at the shop.  How ‘bout I pay you and let you fuck me?” 

“Would that be weird?” 

“You tell me, baby girl.” 

“Nah, I don’t think so.” 

“Well then I don’t neither.”  He kissed you one last time.  “Consider yourself hired.  Great interview.  Put your clothes on.” 

You socked his ribs and wiggled away.  He watched you dress and you slipped out of the room, sneaking back to the party well before he did.  No one seemed to have noticed either of your absence, and you managed to play it cool for the rest of the afternoon. 

When the sun fell at last and the streetlights turned on, everyone congregated on the front lawn for a fireworks show.  Your dad always went for the ones that were technically illegal and to this day no one gave him grief about it. 

With everyone’s eyes on the sky, you sidled up beside Bo, standing behind the crowd near the house.  You didn’t dare take his hand, but you leaned against his arm, and a smile appeared on his lips, and that was enough. 

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

[haddonfieldwhore]

cruel summer- bo sinclair (au)

dilf! bo sinclair x (younger) reader part 2

part one is here

warnings: age gap (40 & 25), language, nsfw themes/implied, daddy issues/family drama, trespassing, insp. by @visceravalentines dilf!bo

word count: 2.1k

summer was definitely a busy time of year for you, especially working at a construction company. it was long, tiring days, even just for the retail side of things, nevermind the crews themselves. one benefit of it being summer however, was it meant your parents took more time off work to go camping, leaving you alone in the house for days, sometimes even a week at a time. it was wednesday today, and they would be leaving on friday and not coming home until the next friday, meaning you would have a whole seven days of independence. and a whole seven days that you could spend with bo without having to make excuses to your parents about where you were or who you were with.

“so your parents are gone for a week, are you throwing a party or anything?” sophie, one of your coworkers asked, and you laughed.

“do you forget who you’re talking to? i don’t even know enough people to throw a party, nevermind if i would actually want any of them in my house,” you giggled. “and besides, i still work everyday, even if my parents took the week off.”

“ugh, you’re such a goody two shoes. i bet you’ve never thrown a party. have you ever even snuck out of your house?” rachel, another cashier asked.

“for your information, i have snuck out before, thank you very much.”

“okay okay,” she raised her hands in mock defeat, and you laughed along with her as you noticed bo approaching from the warehouse door behind her. as no one else had seen him, he gestured with his head for you to follow him upstairs.

“i’m just gonna go grab something from my locker, i’ll be right back.” the two of them nodded, oblivious to the real reason you were sneaking off as you tried to inconspicuously follow after bo. reaching the top of the stairs, you peered down the hall to see that the door to your bosses office was thankfully closed, meaning there was no one who could see you where you stood. you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and tug you into the break room, shutting the door behind you. you went to yelp in surprise when a hand clamped over your mouth, and bo pinned you to the door with his body.

“careful, goody two shoes,” he mumbled softly next to your ear. “wouldn’t want us to get into trouble.” you moaned softly against his hand as his pelvis pressed against yours, and he dropped his hand to kiss your lips softly. it was as innocent a kiss as a man like him could muster, but it still sent a storm of butterflies through you.

“you heard that?” you asked, unaware that he has been nearby to overhear your conversation.

“bits and pieces. imagine what they would think of their innocent friend if they knew what you’re like in the bedroom-“ he said, his voice low , and you slapped his chest playfully.

“bo!” you whisper yelled, your eyes wide in embarrassment. he kissed you again before backing up, putting enough distance between you that if someone walked in, they would think nothing of it. “shouldn’t you be on a job site right now?” you asked, checking the time on your phone.

“i’m heading back out in a few minutes. just wanted to stop in and see you.”

“aww, you sure that’s the only reason?” you teased.

“alright alright i had to grab some papers and tools for the job. seein you is just a bonus,” he smiled, and you felt warmth rise to your cheeks. “i’ll call you later?” he offered, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. you nodded, and he kissed the top of your head as he walked past you and opened the door, leaving you alone in the break room. you grabbed some gum from your locker, waiting a minute before leaving the room as well so it didn’t look suspicious.

reaching your desk downstairs again, you smiled as your friends welcomed you back, and you checked the time again; only 4 hours to go in your shift.

•

you had arrived him from work only a few minutes ago, when your phone began to ring in your back pocket, and you looked at it to see “B” flash across the screen. you smiled, and ran up the stairs to answer it away from your parents.

“hey,” you answered, flopping onto the bed.

“hey, baby,” bo replied, his southern accent dripping from each word. “you just get home?”

“yeah, how about you?”

“yeah just a minute ago. so you feel like sneaking out tonight?” he asked, and your smile widened.

“i’m starting to think you might be a bad influence on me, sir,” you teased, and you heard him groan through the phone.

“i’m starting ta think you’re tryna kill me, sweetheart. giving me ideas with all your nicknames,” he warned.

“alright so what time are you picking me up then?” you asked, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he replied.

“i’ll be down the street from your place at 10:30, sound good?”

“yes sir.” you smiled, knowing you were pushing all of his buttons.

“lord, you are in for it when i get my hands on you.”

“i’m counting on it,” you smiled, and he laughed as he hung up the phone. you smiled, knowing your parents would be asleep by 10 and you had plenty of time to relax before getting ready.

•

it was 10:25 as you wrote out a note to leave on your pillow, in case one of your parents happened to come into your room before you got back.

if you see this, text me <3

you slid open your window and hopped down, feeling your phone buzz in your pocket. you checked it to see a message from bo reading simply “i’m here”. you creeped through the gate to the front yard and walked down the street to where his pickup truck was parked, and hopped in passenger seat.

“hey,” you smiled, leaning over to kiss his lips softly. his large hand grabbed the back of your head, deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue into your mouth. you hummed as he bit your bottom lip before releasing his grip on you and pulled back.

“hey to you to,” he smirked, and started driving down the road. you had no idea where he was taking you, and it made your heart beat faster in excitement. his hand rested on your thigh as his other hand gripped the steering wheel, and you admired the way the streetlights lit up his eyes, hidden partially by the brim of his baseball cap. you drive in silence for a few minutes before you spoke.

“so i have exciting news.”

“oh yeah?” he looked over at you, smiling slightly. “what might that be?”

“my parents are camping all next week.”

“yeah, i thought i overheard your dad mention something about not being at work next week. you gonna be okay in that big fancy house all by yourself?” he teased, and you sighed dramatically, playing along.

“i don’t know- if only there were some strong, handsome man that i knew who i could stay with while they’re gone,” you pouted, and he laughed.

“a week with you in my bed? what did i do to deserve that?” he joked, and you leaned over to kiss him softly. “course you can stay with me, ya ain’t gotta ask, baby. but i might get used to having you around and decide to keep you all to myself.”

“hmmm sounds tempting, but i think that might cause a problem if my dad ever tracked us down. where are we headed by the way?” you asked, looking at the road ahead.

“relax, we’re almost there.” only a few minutes later, you pulled into the parking lot of the local pool, and bo parked the truck.

“you didn’t tell me we were going swimming. i would’ve brought a bathing suit,” you protested.

“that’s exactly why i didn’t tell ya.” he smirked deviously, and you followed him out of the vehicle to the locked fence. without a word he picked the lock and opened the gate.

“where did you learn to do that?” you asked.

“why, ya want me to teach you?” he offered, closing the gate behind himself as he stepped onto the pool deck with you. he walked over to the small building next to the pool, looking for a light switch, and eventually found it as the lights flicked on, illuminating the blue water. “come here,” he called to you, as he kicked his boots off and reached for your hips as you stopped in front of him. your fingers went to his belt buckle, hands quickly undoing it as he slid your sweater off and began undoing your shorts. once you were both left in just your underwear, his arms wrapped around your waist, and you shrieked as he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“bo, i swear to god if you- ah!” you yelled as he indeed threw you into the pool, the water surprisingly warm as you sank beneath it. you re-emerged from underwater and wiped the water from your eyes, staring at him in playful disbelief.

he hopped into the water next to you with a splash, and you swam over to him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he pulled you close. his lips found yours in a heated kiss, water dripping from your skin onto his bare chest and your hands wetting his dark hair as they ran through it.

“i never get to see you without a hat,” you noted.

“touch my hair like that and you can see me without one whenever you want, baby,” he groaned, capturing your lips again and you tugged his hair. his fingertips dug into your hips as he held you up, the water rippling around your bodies as you ground yourself against him.

•

thursday came and went, meaning today was friday and your parents were leaving. they would be gone by the time you got home from work, and bo had agreed to follow you home so you could drop off your car and grab your stuff before he brought you to his place for the weekend. you had decided that you should come home to check your house on sunday, and then you could grab new clothes and stuff before heading back to bo’s.

bo followed you into your empty house, leaving his boots at the door.

“i just have to grab my bag from upstairs and then we can go,” you explained, starting up the staircase before. his hand grabbed yours and paused.

“what, i don’t get to see your bedroom?” he asked, and you pulled him behind you as he smirked. he followed you to your bedroom, sitting down on your bed as you changed out of your work clothes and packed last minute items like your phone charger. before you could finish getting dressed, his hands latched onto your hips and pulled you into his lap, and you shivered as you straddled him, your hands on either side of his neck.

“your room is cute. i like the teddy bears.”

“don’t tease,” you kissed his lips softly, his hands feeling the smooth skin of your back that remained uncovered, as you hadn’t found a new shirt yet.

“alright alright. i’ll be nice.”

“at least save the teasing for when we get in your bedroom, okay?” you whispered, kissing his cheek before standing up and getting fully dressed. he shook his head and smiled, slinging the strap of your overnight bag over his shoulder as he gestured for you to lead the way, slapping your ass when you got in front of him.

“hey!” you laughed as he followed behind you, smiling at you as you walked out to the truck together. he threw your stuff in the backseat and got in, starting the engine and peeling out of the driveway. you clung onto him just as you had the first time he drove you home, which felt like just yesterday but in reality was already a few weeks ago. time was flying but you had never been happier, and bo smiled at you as you held onto his arm, wondering what he did to get so damn lucky.

“i hope you didn’t pack pyjamas, because you ain’t gonna be sleeping,” he teased, and you felt the butterflies in your stomach again.

“we’ll see if you can keep up, old man.”

#dilf bo sinclair #bo sinclair fic #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair imagine #dilf bo sinclair x reader #dilf bo sinclair au #bo sinclair au #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair

[reveluving]

would y'all be interested if I uploaded gifs (i.e. the one you see up here!) of Brian as Bobby Cobb in Cougar Town? as much as I like the good ol' gifs we know as Beauregard 'Bo' Sinclair, it's about time we switch things up, no? ;)

might come in handy if y'all ever decided on making an AU of Bo or even Bobby himself (*ahem* dbf or dilf!Bo *ahem*), or maybe even save them for 'research purposes' 👀

(I did a gif set of Brian in Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D a couple months ago, too!)

#i just read a dilf!bo fic that's why #cougar town #bobby cobb #brian van holt #brian van holt gifs #bo sinclair #bo sinclair gifs #house of wax 2005 #reveluving

[adamstanheightispookie]

All I want in life is Bo sinclair 😔

#bo sinclair #house of wax #slashers #HESSOHOTHEMAKESMEFEELSOMAMYEMOTIONS😫 #anyways i love dilfs

[cherryskyies]

What your favorite slasher says about you

includes: rz michael myers, thomas hewitt. hannibal lecter

coming next: og michael myers, bo & vincent sinclair, jason voorhees, the grabber

Masterlist || Navigation || Ao3 || pt.2

RZ Michael Myers

Not to start off on a sexual note, but you’re heavy into size difference — both the security it brings and the idea of it being so easy for him to pick you up and manhandle you is like, the best thing ever for you guys.

I think a good amount of you rz michael myer fans are plus size, mainly because I myself am so I see the appeal of a man that is strong enough to lift you with ease, when the average man might have a struggle — even if they don’t, it’s hard to let go of the insecurity and fear that they will, whereas michael has flipped a damn car so no worries there.

You like the dominance, the fact that he could kill you with one hand, but he doesn’t. It makes you feel protected, even though he’s the one you should be protected from. 

It’s giving knife play and a choking kink. You’re into the idea of being marked by another, permanent scars left behind as a reminder of them and a hand large enough it covers your entire throat, other hand holding your wrists above your head. 

You prefer forced submission.

Something about being stalked everywhere you go is appealing

Probs an air or fire sign

Thomas Hewitt

Again with the size difference — you guys go crazy for a man that can throw you around like a sack of potatoes. 

Family is important to you, someone who goes to any length to protect and provide is something you never really had, so you find comfort in those who give what you wish you had.

I’m feeling like there is a breeding kink going on here, the idea of someone loving you so tenderly and selflessly sends you into overdrive — maybe you’re insecure yourself with your own looks, so having someone like Tommy makes you feel better — not because he is ugly by any means, but because he himself knows what it is like to think lesser of yourself for not being able to conform to society's norms of what is desirable. 

I feel like your morals clash with the average person. You wouldn’t be too against cannibalism; perhaps you wouldn’t mind trying it if it was consensual or maybe you would try it as a means of survival, much like the Hewitts. Either way, I don’t sense a lot of distaste on the subject of cannibals. 

Probs a water sign

Hannibal Lecter

You enjoy the finer things in life, maybe you’re an artist or musician of sorts – might be a slight alcoholic with a preference of wine or champagne.

Similar to Thomas Hewitt fans, you are not against cannibalism, you see it no differently than killing an animal for its meat, just less accepted by society. You’d probably help Hannibal with the designs he does on the dead bodies he doesn’t eat. 

Domestic life doesn’t seem like a bad thing to you. Having a loving husband who will stop at no means to keep you safe, Sunday dinners you share with friends and coworkers, the occasional ball or fancy dinner — it’s a dream, really.

Kids are hit or miss with you. Maybe you’d rather be the frequent babysitter or adopt, but you almost prefer your life to be child free so you can do your own thing with no other responsibility – maybe you were the child that “ruined” your parent’s love and do not wish the same thing for yourself, because much like you, a child does not deserve such a burden.   

When someone asks you “What is a trait you’d like in a partner?” possessive is a word you use often. You yearn to feel sought after, desired. You want to be worth something to someone, to be held close and whispered sweet nothings to. 

Last thing, but I feel like promises have often fallen through; people promise this or that and never go through with it, so you have some major trust issues on top of the obvious daddy issues and love for dilfs. 

Probs an earth sign

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[teeramoonlover]

So I have another oneshot slasher coming up, and it's gonna have predatory kink in it. The problem is I'm having a dilemma whether to decide either

Your vote is really much appreciated 🫶🏼

#billy loomis #bo sinclair #billy loomis x reader #bo sinclair x reader #scream 1996 #ghostface #house of wax

[brandnewhuman]

Hello!

I was wondering if I may request some headcannons on how any of the slashers you would like to do would react if their S/O either jokingly or spitefully body slammed them?

Or if you can't think of anything for that maybe how they would react if their S/O was able to successfully win in a playful wrestling match?

I love your writing <3 It's made me laugh so much! Thank you!!

SLASHERS GETTING

HUMBLED BY THEIR S/O

☆STARRING☆

Bo sinclair☆ aka greasy horny man

Michael myers ☆ aka stinky angry bastard

Asa Emory ☆ aka unhinged bug honorary dilf

CONTENT:

Tw: canon violence, Michael, Asa, mature language

A/N: ç_ç thank you so much. I love this request, sorry if it has took me so long to finish it but I've been very busy lately. Anyhow i love me some well deserved slasher bullying^^ most of them sometimes really need to get body slammed into humbleness 👹

BO SINCLAIR:

You hated when Bo had to go out of town to buy certain things

You always missed him so much and he would be gone for hours since the nearest town is really far

It all started with you holding his hands to stop him from zipping up his coverall 

"What are you trying to do, doll?" He knew you so well that you couldn't even try to hide your intentions anymore 

You let go of his hands to hug him but then he did the unspeakable 

HE TICKLED YOU. WITHOUT ANY REMORSE WHATSOEVER 

Caught by surprise you moved without thinking and just downright body slammed him on the bed 

In your defence you didn't meant to, you acted on reflex 

The way he was looking at you tho

He was flabbergasted, it seemed as he just witnessed you killing someone 

"Did you…how the fuck did you do it??" He frowned looking at you like you were an alien

You still had him pinned on the bed and after the initial shock you just bursted out in laughter 

Even you were caught by surprise by what you did

And he took it personally 

He was like "you know what? Maybe violence is the solution" 

So he pushed your arms against you (without hurting you of course) and rolled over so he was now the one pinning you against the bed

"Hey! No fair!! I wasn't even paying attention" and with that he got caged under you once again

The amounts of times he tried to overpower you failing miserably were concerning 

Truth be told you were having the time of your life doing this 

He was just getting his ego obliterated everytime 

It got to a point where you had to take mercy on him and allow him to win

Which he noticed and made him lose his marbles 

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY LETTING ME WIN? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON" 

i- i can't GUYS I CAN'T 

The trip out of town was long forgotten and the two of you kept doing this shit until you body slammed him again, pinning him successfully on the ground without him being able to move

He was just wiggling under you almost on the verge of a mental breakdance about his ego getting destroyed like this

"OKAY YOU WIN. FUCKING HELL" "aaaw you give up so easily?"

Bro face went through all the shades of red and just closed his eyes trying to keep his cool 

One could think that because of Bo's past he was really mad but he trusts you so much that he knows that all of this is just playing around

That doesn't help the fact that he will pout for days about this saying that you didn't play nice 

If you ever tell anyone about this he can and will throw you in one of Lester's dumpsters pit of roadkill 

Can he tho? I mean if you don't beat his ass again maybe

Bro will swear on god that he let you win and you were just lucky

Once he accepts that he got his shit wrecked he will tell you to "instead of using that to bully your lovely boyfriend you should do it on victims" 

If you ever happen to successfully bodyslam and overpower one of those cocky bastards that always get on Bo's nerves making the whole killing them harder than it should be he will make sure to thank you properly. aka seggs time with our greasy man

MICHAEL MYERS:

Sometimes life gets boring, even for the boogeyman himself 

I can't remember who said but i read in one Michael Myers headcanon that he has like a very dry sense of humour, like he lives on inside jokes that only him and his malfunctioning unhinged brain can understand 

So when he gets bored he finds SO INCREDIBLY HILARIOUS to prank you

And by prank you I mean what Michael thinks is a prank which consists in disturbing your inner peace by scaring you with the most stupid shit he can pull off

Today we're taking a trip back in time and use a classic stunt that Michael seems to always find super funny

Dressing up as a ghost to just come out of the blue and scare your soul out of your body

Safe to say he didn't expected to get attacked like this

He planned everything so the prank could actually work 

Michael made sure to disappear for three days so he can get that surprise effect 

He waited until it was late at night when you usually start to get ready for bed

You were kind of worried about Michael. You're used to him to be out longer but never more than two days.

You were scared that something might had happened to him but even if you knew you wouldn't be able to find him and help him

The fact that you were being so nice to EVEN WORRY ABOUT THIS BITCH 

He put on the white bedsheet and putting at use his sneaky abilities he got inside your room and slowly walked towards you

You had you back facing him. You mindlessly brushed your hair as your concern for Michael invaded your mind

For the first time in his life he couldn't hold back the big smile he had at the thought of your face contorted in fear. This man is having the best of moment of his fucking life at your expenses 

It only took  Michael to put one (1) hand on your shoulder for you to choose violence 

Okay I want you all to collectively imagine this

A tall ass deranged bitch with a bedsheet over them getting brutally slammed against the fucking floor by who he thought was a peaceful and incapable of harm person 

To add to that fucking glitch in the simulation keep in mind said bitch is the eVil inCarnAted, the mf shape of haddonfield 

AND AS IF IT WASN'T ENOUGH YOU TOOK HIM DOWN SO FAST HE GOT DIZZY SO HE COULDN'T EVEN DEFEND HIMSELF 

bro was taking the ego violation like a champ laying on that floor

Before land what would be a avenger threat level of a punch in his face you thought well of taking the sheet of so you could see who was the son of a bitch that had the audacity of try you 

"WHO THE FUCK ARE Y- oh, Michael?...w- MICHAEL" 

What an unexpected turn of events, it's YOUR son of a bitch 

He was glad of having on his mask too cause mate this is embarrassing 

He was questioning life and watching the world spinning around while simultaneously trying to understand how to get over the fact he has been body slammed by you

He snapped his eyes at you and in that moment he was like "ight, you wanna do this? LET'S DO IT. COME ON, YOU AND ME" 

Fair to say he took this whole thing very personally 

"Michael?..mi- no. Don't you fucking d-"

Congrats, you now have to wrestle with Michael Audrey Myers 

He used all his tricks, bringing out the big dogs and all. 

He even attempted to tickle your horny side by choking you so he could make you lose focus enough for him to put you in place

Didn't work, too angry mikey boy

At this point it was just sad how the two of you, both grown adults, kept going with this

You two clowns kept going, making a mess all around you

It all lasted until you straight up blocked Michael against the floor making moving or getting up successfully impossible for him

"STAY THE FUCK DOWN MICHAEL GODDAMMIT." 

he groaned out of anger and frustration. He didn't have any dignity left so he just gave up 

That night he didn't even went near you and when you tried to ask him if he was okay because you felt guilty about possibly hurting him he almost took killing you in consideration 

After that shit he just kept trying to get the upper hand over you out of spite.

Baby boy is not going to forget this until he dies 

And you successfully humble him every time 

ASA EMORY:

He kind of deserves this, being that much of a menace while getting cocky about it too can't he be healthy. He surely needs a reality check

You were one of Asa favourites, his pet if you will

The thing is that you knew perfectly how easy would be for you to just put him in his place and go away 

He apparently wasn't aware of this and if he was he never said anything

YOU allowed HIM so many things 

I know what everyone is thinking now "why would I stay or allow that if I can do something about it?"

You always had that "I can fix him" sort of mentality 

You met Asa at the University, you were colleagues and for a while you thought you both were like in love for real

Turns out bro was a psycho turning people into insects as a side hobby 

Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome kicking in but you stayed because you actually care about him and you know deep inside he could be a good person

Yeah you're kinda dumb I'm sorry

But not everything sucks. Being Asa fav it's actually quite nice if you like don't put at work your brain cells too much

Lately though he has been noticing something. And he actually felt kinda stupid for not noticing before

You never did anything to fight him and if you did it was almost like you were restraining yourself from hurting him seriously 

Now I think that Asa is one of the few slashers who would be willing to sacrifice his ego just for the sake of knowing everything about you that could be useful

So one day, he decided to find out if you were really holding back or it was just him imagining things

It all happened so fast, one minute he was just putting makeup on you as always and the next he was trying to stab your face with one of his knife he hided in his pocket 

You immediately stop his arm from hitting your face, holding Asa wrist and looking at him wide eyed 

"What the fuck was that for?!" He tried to hit you again with his free hand and now you had to get back away from him ending up in falling from where you were sitting

He kept trying to attack you without answering your continuous questions

You tried mostly to dodge everything without actually hitting him back but when he caged you against the floor trying to slice your throat you just had to do something 

You were blocking him by pushing with your own forearm against the his to keep the black of the knife off your skin

You could feel your strength starting to falter in your arm so you just managed to free one of your legs to land your knee between his legs hard enough for him to get off of you

That gave you the time to swiftly switch positions slamming his big frame against the hard ground and snatching the knife from him, throwing it far away from both of you

"Stop! What's wrong with you!!?" There's a whole two part movie about that babe 

He was just looking at you in awe and now has finally stopped moving 

When you felt him relax you slowly let him go but kept on alert for any sign he might start fighting again

He slowly took off his mask and looked at you with a soft gaze, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. One hand reached up towards your face to cupped your cheek, stopping briefly when you flinched slightly 

The realisation hit him so hard that it almost knocked out the air of his lungs. 

You could've escaped a long time ago, you could've defended yourself at any given moment and just left him behind. Hell you could've even killed him if you really wanted to but you never did. You silently let him do whatever he wanted without never doing anything to hurt him 

It was fascinating, he had never experienced something like this. He looked at you like it was the first he really did see your truly, that he noticed every little special thing about you were things you let him see because you wanted to and not because he pushed them out of you

You did really like him and you genuinely cared for him. This knowledge was something weirdly comforting for him

Lately the idea of you merely fearing him was not enough, he wanted you to need him and want him 

And now that he knew you were capable of just raw strength and capacity of defending yourself but never used it against him is, for the first time in his life, making him feel butterflies tickling his insides. 

You were still on top of him, just looking down into his face clueless and confused but leaning on his touch nonetheless oblivious to the fact that Asa was now starting to believe you were becoming more of only a pet for him. 

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