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intimacyequalsdeath · 7 months

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober: Day 4 Lester Sinclair (Apple Cider)

Day 3 is here! Welcome everyone to day 4 of Fictober! This fic like the previous 3 is going along the same gender neutral reader themes with no specific pronouns used though this may change in fics late in the month.

Notes: Short, Sweet and Spicy.

TW: Spicy, Minors DNI, 18+ Themes, No explicit smut but certain themes mentioned

"Are those my underwear?" You asked Lester, You had notice the fabric in his back pocket while he was leaned over the engine of his truck tinkering with a few things. Lester jumped and turned to face you.

"W-whaddya mean darlin' ?" You smirked, reaching around him and grabbing your underwear out of his pocket.

"These les" You held them up to him to see, You stepped closer to him and ran a hand up his chest to his neck, You could feel as he tensed then relaxed under your touch.

"Well I mean, I'm always out on the road all day ya know? sometimes I just need a little something to take with me" You smiled wider and stepped closer pinning nearly pinning him to the front of the truck.

Lester's hands went to your hips also mechanically as you slipped the underwear into his front pocket then brough your arms around his neck.

You pressed your lips together as Lester slipped his tongue into your mouth, He used his hands on your hips to flip the two of your around so you were the one pinned against the front of his truck as you continued to kiss.

Lester's hands moved up to grip the bottom of your shirt and bring it up over your head, then as he moved from your lips to your neck his hands worked their way down to the top of your pants going to unbutton them.

"Les, what about Bo?" You asked suddenly remembering your location outside of the gas station.

"Darlin' no offense but I don't really wanna talk about Bo right now" He said before connect his lips back to your neck as the two of you worked together to work your jeans down your legs.

"Go get in the truck darlin'" Lester said, when you turned around Lester's hand met your ass as you opened the door to the truck and climbed in, Lester followed and motioned for you to straddle his lap.

You could feel the bulge in Lester's pants as you reconnected your lips, Lester's shirt was next and his hat went with it.

A sudden knock on the window made you scream and jump further into Lester's arms. You both turned to see Bo almost falling over with laughter. Lester groaned and handed you his shirt to put on as he stepped out.

"Now what the hell was that for?" Lester asked, going to get your pants from the ground outside the truck.

"Damn I'm sorry Les I had know idea" Bo choked out between laughs. You rolled your eyes as Lester handed you yours pants and shirt from the open window.

"We get it Bo, you can relax now" You said getting out after you put your clothes back on. Bo's laughs eventually died down and he looked at the two of you.

"Well now that I've got your attention, We got visitors comin' in, the two of you need to go get em' from the road by the cabin" Lester nodded. "You two can uh , pick that back up later" He said chuckling.

"Whatever Bo C'mon les, let's go get this over with" You said wanting to get as far away from Lester's annoying older brother as possible.

#lester sinclair imagines #slasher x reader #slasher fandom #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair x reader #Fictober #Halloween

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zapreportsblog · 7 months

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❝forgotten memories❞

✭ pairing : Lester Sinclair x reader x Bo Sinclair x Vincent Sinclair

✭ fandom : slashers

✭ summary : whiles out hunting Lester comes across a beaten and battered young lady in serious need of medical attention so what does he do? He takes the little lass back to his hometown to get treated by his brothers, but she happens to wake up and at first they expect her to freak out since she’s surrounded by three men but the only thing on her mind is why can’t she remember anything but her name

✭ authors note : art work by @kasiawoe found it on Pinterest also this was requested by @shadowraven-02 you sent this in to @fandomnationwhore a while back and I’m here to fulfill it since I’ve taken over doing some of their top requests :) if at any moment you wish to be untagged, do inform me as I have no problem with it I just thought I’d tag you and let you read what you sent in

✭ slasher masterlist

Lester Sinclair had always found solace in the woods. The dense canopy of trees, the gentle rustling of leaves, and the distant calls of woodland creatures were a symphony of tranquility. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the demands of his hectic life and find a sense of peace.

On this crisp autumn morning, with the sun barely peeking over the horizon, Lester set out for a hunting expedition. He carried his rifle with practiced ease, each step taken with a careful consideration of his surroundings. His brothers, Bo and Vincent, would join him later, but for now, he relished the solitude.

As he ventured deeper into the forest, Lester's keen eyes caught sight of something unusual amidst the fallen leaves. There, sprawled on the ground, was an unconscious young woman. Her clothes were torn, and her face was marred by a bleeding wound on her forehead. It was a sight that sent a jolt of concern through Lester.

Kneeling beside her, he carefully examined her condition. She was still breathing, albeit shallowly, which was a relief. Gently, he brushed her hair away from her face, revealing her pale complexion. Concern etched his features as he noticed the deep bruises marring her arms and legs. It was clear that she had been through some kind of ordeal.

Lester's instinct to help kicked in immediately. He knew he couldn't leave her here, injured and alone in the woods. Carefully, he reached into her pocket and found her wallet. Opening it, he discovered her identification. Her name was (Y/N), a medical student still in college.

With determination in his eyes, Lester decided to take action. He scooped her fragile form into his arms, cradling her gently. She was surprisingly light, making it easier for him to carry her. As he began to make his way back to his pickup truck, he couldn't help but wonder how she had ended up in such a dire situation.

The journey back to his home felt like an eternity, the forest passing by in a blur of green and brown. Lester's mind raced with questions, but his primary focus was ensuring (Y/N)'s safety. He knew his brothers would be just as concerned as he was when they saw her.

When he finally reached the old, rustic house that he shared with Bo and Vincent, Lester carefully carried (Y/N) inside. The warmth of the living room enveloped them, a stark contrast to the cool autumn air outside. With great care, he laid her down on the couch, his worry deepening as he took a closer look at her injuries.

Bo had been planning to join Lester for the hunting trip, but he arrived later than expected. He pushed open the creaky front door of their rustic home, a cheerful greeting on his lips. "Lester, you out here, buddy?" he called, stepping into the warm and cozy living room.

His voice trailed off when he laid eyes on the unexpected scene before him. His gaze fixed on the unconscious girl lying on the couch, her disheveled appearance a stark contrast to the familiar surroundings.

"Who the hell is she?" Bo blurted out, his voice tinged with some kind of emotion though Lester wasn’t sure what.

Lester turned toward his brother, his eyes filled with a mixture of worry and confusion. "I found her out back in the woods," he explained, "She was unconscious, and there are bruises on her, and she had this nasty wound on her forehead."

Just as their argument started to brew, the connection between the twins kicked in. Vincent, who had been working away in the basement workshop, felt Bo's growing frustration through their twin link. He abandoned his tools and made his way upstairs, his face a mask of concern. He signed, asking if everything was alright.

Bo's agitation was clear in his voice as he responded to Vincent's silent inquiry. "No, Lester here is putting us all in danger."

Lester frowned at Bo's accusation. "How am I putting us in danger?" he retorted, his voice rising in frustration.

Their argument continued, voices escalating, as neither brother noticed the subtle movement on the couch. (Y/N) began to stir, her eyelids fluttering open. She blinked in confusion, disoriented by her surroundings and the voices she heard. Her vision was blurry at first, but gradually, the room came into focus.

Vincent, who had been watching the argument unfold, suddenly noticed her awakening. He took a step back, positioning himself between Bo and the girl, his curiosity piqued. He wanted to observe her reaction before drawing attention to her presence.

As (Y/N) began to regain consciousness, she felt a dull ache in her head, which sent a wince across her features. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the room, and as she sat up, she couldn't help but notice the three men now staring at her. Their expressions ranged from concern to curiosity, and she blinked owlishly at them, her confusion evident.

"Where am I?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky.

Lester, the one who had found her, stepped closer and replied, "You're in my home. We found you in the woods unconscious, and you had some injuries, so we brought you here."

(Y/N) furrowed her brow, trying to piece together the events leading to this moment. "How did I get here?" she wondered aloud.

Bo, ever the standoffish one, folded his arms and said, "That's exactly what I'd like to know too."

Vincent, who had been observing silently, stepped forward and signed a question, his hands gracefully moving through the air. However, (Y/N) was caught off guard by the unfamiliar gesture and simply responded with a confused "Huh?"

Lester quickly intervened, introducing his brother. "That's Vincent," he explained, "He was just asking if you're okay."

Still somewhat disoriented, (Y/N) nodded uncertainly. "I think so?" She winced again, a hand gingerly touching the bandage on her forehead. It was clear she had many questions, but her priority was trying to make sense of the situation and her surroundings.

“So how did you get out there.” Lester asks, he watches her brows clench and that’s when his concern deepened as he watched (Y/N) struggle to recall her recent past. He leaned closer and gently asked, "I mean do you remember how you ended up out here in the woods? You're pretty far from town."

(Y/N) closed her eyes, trying to summon any memories that could explain her current situation. However, her efforts were in vain, and her frustration grew as she shook her head, her voice trembling as she admitted, "No, I don't remember."

Bo, always quick with a sarcastic remark, couldn't resist but quip, "Does she even know anything?"

(Y/N), taking Bo's question more seriously than intended, felt panic start to creep in. She tried to think back to her life, her home, her studies, but everything seemed to be shrouded in darkness, leaving only her name as a lone beacon of familiarity. Tears welled up in her eyes as the realization sank in that she couldn't recall anything else.

Vincent, noticing (Y/N)'s distress, reacted impulsively. He smacked Bo on the arm and then swiftly signed at him, "Look, you made her cry."

Bo's temper flared. "I ain't do a goddamn thing to that girl!" he retorted, defensive.

Lester, always the voice of reason among the brothers, interjected firmly, "Enough, you two! We need to help her, not argue." He moved closer to (Y/N) and spoke in a soothing tone. "Hey, it's okay. We'll figure this out together. Take a deep breath."

He reached out to offer her a comforting hand on her shoulder, hoping to ease her panic and bring some clarity to the situation.

Lester gently held (Y/N) in his arms, offering her a comforting embrace as she cried out her fear and confusion. His heart went out to her as he whispered soothing words. "It's okay, (Y/N), you're safe here. Everything's going to be alright. This is just a hiccup in the road. You'll remember, I'm sure of it."

She clung to his words, her sobs gradually subsiding. In his arms, she found a flicker of solace amidst the storm of her lost memories and newfound uncertainty.

Meanwhile, Bo's frustration had not subsided. He was growing increasingly impatient and wary of the stranger in their midst. He couldn't shake the feeling that (Y/N) was a threat, not just to Ambrose, but to all of them.

In the quiet of the kitchen, Bo took Lester and Vincent aside, his tone hushed but determined. "We need to get rid of her," he declared, his voice filled with urgency.

Lester frowned deeply, appalled by his brother's suggestion. "Bo, we can't just... get rid of her. She's clearly in trouble, and we need to help her."

Bo's eyes narrowed, his frustration boiling over. "She's a danger to Ambrose, and she's a danger to us all. We don't know who she is or what happened to her. We can't trust her."

Vincent, ever the voice of empathy and caution, hesitated. He signed his thoughts, "We need to be careful, but killing her? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

Bo was unwavering. "Think about it, Lester. We have no idea who she is or what she's involved in. We can't risk our safety, or Ambrose's."

Lester shook his head firmly. "No, Bo. I won't do it. We'll help her, keep her safe until she remembers. We can't resort to violence."

The tension in the kitchen grew palpable, as the three brothers faced a difficult decision that would shape their future and the fate of the mysterious (Y/N).

Bo's frustration reached its peak, and he reluctantly conceded. "Fine," he grumbled, his jaw clenched. "But she's your responsibility, Lester."

With those words, Bo turned on his heel and stormed out of the kitchen, the door slamming shut behind him. Vincent, sensing his twin's anger and knowing that arguing further would only escalate the situation, hurriedly followed, hoping to calm Bo down and find some common ground.

Lester was left alone in the kitchen, his thoughts swirling as he watched his brothers leave. He knew that taking care of (Y/N) was a responsibility he was willing to shoulder, even if it meant facing uncertainty and danger. She needed their help, and he was determined to be there for her, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

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fandom-imagines · 2 years

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Guardian Angel

Fandom: House of Wax

Pairing: Lester Sinclair x Reader

Words: >1k

Warnings: mentions of an abusive relationship (not Lester), violence.

“What is that smell?” A high-pitched voice asked, disgust evident in her tone.

A strong smell of something wafted through the air at the campsite where Y/N and the rest of her gang had decided to stay the night.

“I have no idea, Sarah,” Y/N sighed, blocking her nose to stop the smell from making her feel more nauseous than she already did; being with her ‘friends’ often had that effect on her.

The two were currently sharing a tent with Y/N’s boyfriend, Jake, which felt somewhat uncomfortable considering how much closer Sarah was to Jake, despite them supposedly being best friends and only that. It was strange to say the least, or to Y/N it was.

“Both of you need to get a grip, it isn’t that bad.” Jake interrupted their gagging to complain as usual.

“Says the guy that works with shit for a living,” Sarah joked, something that caused Y/N to visibly tense.

If she had made that joke it would have ended up physical.

Jake simply laughed.

The smell, once again, drifted through the air, a sickening feeling rising once again in Y/N’s stomach. Instead of doing the typical thing of leaving, she instead decided to follow the scent.

“What the-“ she whispered to herself upon discovering a roadkill pit, the others who had been following her gagging in disgust.

“What is that?” Sarah asked, pointing towards a hand that was poking out from the pile. “Oh my god…”

Before anyone could form a coherent reply, a truck pulled up to the pile, a dead animal of some sorts tossed in the back, presumably ready to be tossed into the pile along with the others.

“What the fuck is that?” Jake yelled at the man who hadn’t noticed the group yet. “Hey! Answer me!”

“Jake, calm down.” Y/N whispered, lightly placing a hand on his arm only to have it caught between Jakes hand, a bruising grip causing her to wince. “Sorry.”

“Oh,” the driver of the truck wandered over the roadkill without a care in the world, lightly tugging the hand much to the shock of everyone. Or at least until the hand popped off and the man began laughing. “Anyone need a hand?”

Whilst the others wordlessly stared at the man, an amused smile covered Y/N’s lips, much to the driver’s happiness who gladly grinned back at her before explaining the situation.

“Excuse me,” the Y/H/C-haired girl called towards the man. “I don’t suppose you know if there’s a gas station around here? I just don’t have enough gas to get home,” a small frown replaced the smile it once held at the thought of having to drive home alone, once again, because everyone else was piled into another car: Jakes car.

“Yeah, there’s one just fifteen miles away in Ambrose, I can drive ya if you’d like?”

“That’d be great! If you don’t mind that is,”

“Not at all,”

Their interaction was cut short as Jake pushed her towards the man, “Off you go, none of us are going with you and this creep,” he said, staring towards Lester with an annoyed look, not bothering to lower his voice so he couldn’t hear it.

“Fine,” came Y/N’s simple response before she hopped onto the roadkill, only landing upright because of the kind man’s hand steadying her. “Thank you.”

“Names Lester by the way,” he introduced himself as he led the girl towards his truck, the others long gone by now.

“Y/N,” she said with a smile, gladly shaking his hand.

“Pleasure to meet ya,” he grinned back, opening the door for her before hopping in the other side.

“I’m sorry about Jake,” was the first thing she said as they began their journey to Ambrose. “I’d say he’s not usually like that, but that would be a lie.”

Lester chuckled slightly, gaze darting towards her for a moment before glanding back at the road.

“I’m used to it, don’t worry.”

“You shouldn’t be, you seem nice. I mean, not only did you offer to help me but you’re being nice to me, even after what he did!”

“I could never hurt anyone, Y/N,” he chuckled.

The two continued their drive in light chatter, both genuinely enjoying each other’s company.

“Hey, is that a knife?” Y/N asked upon spotting something in a holster of Lester’s pants.

“Yeah! You like knives?” And with that he lifted the knife from his pocket and stabbed it into the dashboard, genuinely shocked when Y/N didn’t flinch.

“I do! Mind if I have a look?”

“Go right ahead,”

Lester watched her from the corner of his eye with a slight smile as she gently grasped the knife, yanking it out and examining it further with a huge smile on her face.

“I love anything scary and dangerous,” she explained. “Sorry, that actually sounds quite weird.”

“Not at all, my brothers are worse.” He grinned. “We’re almost there,”

A sad smile replaced the once happy one as she handed Lester his knife back. “But you’re so cool,” she said with a pout, once that made him feel guilty about where he was leading her.

“Maybe we’ll meet again, Y/N.”

“I hope so, Lester.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” Y/N winced as she hit the ground beneath Bo.

“Afraid not Darl, guess you’ve got a guardian angel out there. My brother being that.” Bo rolled his eyes, offering the girl an, albeit reluctant, hand.

“Lester?” She asked in shock. “I mean, you killed my friends so why not me?”

“Guess he likes you,”

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suvidrache · 11 months

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Childhood Secrets

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 133 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

Prompt: Lester has a secret significant other and the twins find out.

Bo would be happy that his brother had found someone. Although, he is only slightly upset that he never told him. It's also understandable, considering they live in separate homes. Might be slightly jealous of the fact that his siblings found someone before he did. Bo would be okay meeting Lester's significant other. Vincent would probably run and avoid them as much as possible, up until he had no real choice in meeting them.

Vincent is happy, but at the same time, he isn't. He's happy about the fact that Lester found someone and it makes Lester happy. However, what if they see his face? What if they judge him? He doesn't want to be judged. He is a very quiet speaker. What if they ask him to speak up? 100/10 nervous.

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msookyspooky · 1 year

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Not gonna lie. All the posts about Billy and Stu w/ kids, and the recents gifs of Bo Sinclair got me wondering what the Sinclairs as dads would be like😂.

OH I GOT YOU!!

Sinclair Brothers as Dad's

TW: Mentions of past abuse, corporal punishment and trauma

Lester:

- A giant kid himself

- No rules other than be respectful and nice towards ppl bc yes you can eat Chocolate bars for breakfast or play in mud but you are still gonna have some Southern Manners and Good Morals

- Teaches them how to skin dead animals and make bone jewelry from roadkill at a very questionably young age

- Constantly cracking out the knock knock jokes and Dad jokes

- Is the most emotionally understanding with his kids when they're angry or sad

- Rarely gets mad but when he does he's more likely to walk away and take a breather. Even if he does ever yell, he'll apologize and take them out for ice cream to make up for it

- Makes his babies his whole world

- Plays hide and seek and tag with his kids instead of just supervising

- Has candybars in his truck for all occasions

- Shamelessly does fashion shows or plays make beileve with his kids no matter how silly

- Has a song he made up specifically for them

Vincent Sinclair:

- The least emotional of all his brothers and can come off detatched as a Dad

- Doesn't always know the right things to do for them emotionally and any tantrums has him at a loss bc it reminds him of his childhood watching Bo and how his parents handled it

- Instructs them and teaches them things more than plays

- When he does play its more along the lines of hide and seek or board games

- Would let his kids wear whatever they want.

- Never forces them to express themselves if they don't want to; he understands completely

- Loves seeing them have creative outlets

- Has craft day where he just pushes projects aside and creates things with them as much as they want.

- Teaches them sign language (Even if it's not offical ASL and just a made up Sign language he learned himself) so they can communicate better

- Rarely lets even his children see his face and tries to hide the 'monster' from them from under the mask

- Would probably cry if one of his kids ever hugged him w/o his mask on

- Would never ever make his children think they're anything but beautiful bc to him they are beautiful

Bo Sinclair:

- The most hard to pinpoint of all his brothers bc he has a bad and good side to him as a Dad and can go from one extreme to the next

- Refuses to parent how his parents did when it comes to tying them down or playing favorites if it's more than one.

- Tries to not parent like his parents at all but his emotional rages he's prone to can make it hard sometimes. If he ever yells and sees tears in his little ones eyes he's instantly on his knees apologizing and begging them to not be scared of him. He remembers what it was like to be scared in his own home and he vows to never make his babies feel like that

- Would never use a high chair EVER

- Sad to say because of how he was raised its 50/50 if he'd repeat the abuse or refuse if his kid pisses him off. I vote TRY not to just because his kid would be his everything. He is also raised Southern and old fashioned so he would definitely threaten ass whoopin's in his house when they keep pushing it. But 9 times out of 10 it never happens and if it did he'd secretly feel horrible a few days afterwards and if he feels bad enough/it was harsh enough he'll talk to them about how sorry he is it got to that point but trying to also make them understand they gotta learn boundaries and to respect people. A kid is just a giant learning curve for him. Him and the kid are learning together.

- Has trauma responses to them throwing tantrums bc yes he knows what it's like but it also reminds him of how his parents handled it so he probably encourages his kids to go outside and scream their heads off till they don't have anger any more. Anything but hearing and seeing them act like he did and bringing all that back.

- Is strict but also spoils them rotten.

- Will give them 'the look' to make them mind in public. That usually straightens his kid up so he can spoil them any other time.

- Is very physically affectionate to his kids. It's something he didn't get growing up and craves so he naturally hugs and kisses and tickles and wrestles with his children daily

- God help any kid that bullies his kid. He'd definitely teach his kids how to fight. His child would be more in trouble for not standing up for themselves than fighting.

- Let's them control the radio while he tinkers on cars.

- Going for a drive and then to get a hamburger at some Drive in has become a regular Sunday thing

- Watches tv with them with a beer in his hand and a root beer in theirs, dog in between them. (He's just creating a mini Bo; congrats Vince you got two of them bossing.)

- Let's his kids help lure victims and is proud when they do a good job (Bad parenting Bo Bad!)

- Does the girl voices for Barbies and just about kills Vincent and Lester when they tape record him; running away wheezing with laughter.

#how 2005 #how headcanon #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005)#house of wax #house of wax imagine #bo sinclair #bo sinclair imagine #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair imagines #vincent sinclair imagine

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darkromanceenthusiast · 1 year

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Hi idk if you still do matchups or if your ask-box is open but I wanted to know who I would be matched with! I’m 5,3 and I LOVE horror movies and 80s movies, I love listening to Elvis and Queen, my favorite color is green, I own a bearded dragon, and I’m obsessed with bones and bugs (their cool as hell)

I’d pair you with….

Lester Sinclair

Lester is not only an absolute sweetheart but he is also super fascinated with your bones and bugs, and will probably have some stuff in his truck already excited to show you! I also think he would absolutely love your bearded dragon and will love to help you care for it and doesn’t mind cleaning the enclosure. As far as horror movies and your music tastes go he is so down for that, he just loves spending any quality time with you

#slasher #slashers #slasher imagines #slashers x reader #slashers x you #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #slasher x reader #slasher matchups #slashers headcanons #lester sinclair imagines #lester sinclair headcanons #house of wax x reader

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Imagine # 982

Gifs NOT mine.

If any gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to (In order) - @tendersugarr - @prurientpuddlejumper - @acidicsulphur (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

*It first started with Lester, then Bo got mixed in with y'all, and not long after Vincent was dragged in.😉

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year

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Lester Sinclair Masterlist

Fics:

Headcanons:

Taking Care of Him When He's Hurt HCs - G/n!Reader

Imagines/Scenarios:

#lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair fanfic #lester sinclair headcanons #lester sinclair imagines #yandere lester sinclair x reader #yandere slasher #yandere slasher x reader #yandere slashers #slashers x reader #slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #slasher headcanons #house of wax fanfic #house of wax headcanons #house of wax 2005 #house of wax

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 1 year

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On the twelfth day of fluffmas, queendee gave to you... first Christmas as a family with Lester Sinclair

Lester Sinclair x reader

Fem! Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, Lester getting the family he deserves.

Merry belated Christmas to everyone who celebrates it, I'm so sorry for the lateness of this, I've been dealing with some things. I'm okay now.

It was early morning when you woke up to the giggling of your twins and the empty side of the bed where your husband slept. Jonsey was laying beside you, not wanting to get out of the warmth of your shared bed.

You quietly get out of bed, shivering slightly from the sudden gust of cooler air while your feet walked on the cool floors. The sounds of the giggling increased while you hear your husband talk to them from the room across from your shared bedroom.

A soft smile grew on your face as you sneaked in front of the opened doorway. The scene in front of you was too precious. Lester was holding both twins in his arms while chatting with them about how much he adores you and how you brought two precious children into his life.

Your son was the first to notice you, his brown eyes widen as he sees you. He made happy noises, bringing both Lester and your daughter's attention towards where you stood.

"Good morning babe."

You walked towards Lester, giving his cheek a gentle kiss before gently turning to face your children.

"And good morning to my little angels."

You cooed at the two infants before giving gentle kisses on both of their cheeks. Your son reaches for you before you gently grabbed him to carry in your arms. Looking down towards your son's smaller form, you gave a smile at him.

"Merry Christmas, my dear son and daughter."

You used the fabric of his blanket to wipe the excess spit off the sides of his face. Lester looks to you while gently rocking your shared daughter in his arms.

"And merry Christmas to you, Les."

You leaned to give Lester a kiss on the lips before scooting closer to him. Jonsey trots inside the room, laying in front of the both of you- occasionally watching the two babies while relaxed.

#queendeeshorrorimagines #slasher imagines #slashers imagines #lester sinclair imagines #lester sinclair x reader #fem reader #dees sweet tea #queendees 12 days of fluffmas 2022 #fluffmas 2022: day twelve #tw: pregnancy

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Cool Down

Pairing: Lester Sinclair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Aftercare, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Humiliation, Oral, (Reader Receiving) Praise, Slapping, and Temperature Play. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,557

Summary: It's hot outside and as a joke, Lester decides to put an ice cube in your shirt, only to discover something surprising about you.

A/N: First time writing for Lester, and definitely won't be the last. Hope You Enjoy!

It's a normal day in Ambrose which means it's extremely hot. 98° to be exact, and you weren't loving it at all. It also didn't help that there was no air conditioner in the house.

You could only mope around, and complain about how hot it was. You were in the kitchen, getting ready to put some lemonade in a glass for Bo and Vincent. They've been working hard all day in this weather, so you wanted to give them a cold refreshing drink.

You placed ice cubes in the glass cup before grabbing the lemonade and pouring it in the cup. You filled it to the brim and made your journey downstairs to the basement. You saw Vincent working on a new wax figure of a person who tried to take pictures of the church.

"Hey Vinny, I got lemonade!" Vincent stopped working and turned around. You handed him the glass and watched as he lifted up his mask and gulped it down fast. "Well dang, Vincent!" It wasn't even 5 seconds and he drank it all.

He tried reaching for the other glass, but you pulled back. "This is for Bo." He grumbled, but got back to work making you laugh. "I'll see you later, Vinny. Keep up the good work!" You walked back upstairs and into the garage where Bo was sitting under a car.

You wanted to play a little prank on him, so you put the glass on the desk and tip tied over to him. When it got real quiet you made your move. "Boo!" You grabbed his legs making him squeal like a little girl. You fell back, laughing so hard the muscles in your stomach tightened.

Bo on the other hand was not laughing. He rolled out, rubbing his forehead. "Y/n!" You finally caught your breath, wiping a few tears away. "I'm sorry, that was so funny! Are you okay?" Bo grumbled and stood up. "Yeah, I might have a bruise for a few days, but other than that, I'm dying of thirst."

Oh that's right! The main reason you came down here. You stood up and reached out to give him the glass. "I made-" Bo didn't even let you finish your sentence, grabbing the glass and gulping down the liquid like his brother.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and walking away. "Thanks for the drink, Y/n/n!" Bo called out before rolling back under the car.

You sighed, sitting down on the couch. You were sweating bullets like crazy. You couldn't deal with this air. You used a nearby notebook and waved it like a fan, hoping you'll get some air. You rested against the couch, watching TV, unaware of a quiet Lester coming from behind.

Lester was creeping slowly, with a cup of ice in his hand. He was pissed when he came in the house and saw you made lemonade for his brothers and not him. -Your own boyfriend!- This will teach you for not making him a drink.

He was quick to pull your shirt back and pour the cup of ice down your shirt. At first he thought you were gonna squeal and yell at him, but instead you did something else.

You moaned.

You moaned loudly, getting up and turning around. You made eye contact with a stunned Lester. Why did you just moan from freezing cold ice? Your mouth was agape. Y'all just stood there, not saying anything. Was he gonna think you're weird? Will he leave you?

So many questions were storming through your mind right now. Before he could say anything, you made a b-line for y'all's shared bedroom. Lester was on tail, chasing after you. You attempted to close the door, but he was stronger and pulled it open, pinning you to the wall.

You both were breathing heavily, staring at each other. "Why'd you moan?" A blush rose on your cheeks as you avoided eye contact. "I asked a question." He said, using his finger to pull your chin up to look at him. "It felt good." You admitted, waiting for him to make fun of you, but it never came.

Lester sounded curious when he asked you, "So you have a kink for ice, huh?" You laughed slightly. "It's called temperature play, but yes I like it." Lester looked around for a second and picked you up and threw you on the bed.

He left out downstairs, leaving you confused. He shortly came back with a cup of ice on his hand and shirt missing from his body. "Strip." His voice was strict and you could tell he was trying so hard not to laugh.

Usually, Lester is your needy boy, whimpering and pleading at your service, but tonight was gonna be different. "Okay, Daddy." You teased, winking while taking off your clothes until you were naked. You laid on your back, waiting for his next instructions. He came to you, pulling a blindfold over your eyes.

You were slightly surprised since you’ve never done this before. “Oh! This is new." Lester smiled seeing you so excited to try something new. Never in a million years would he think you would like something like this. He made sure it wasn't tied too tight before getting an ice cube and putting it in his mouth.

He laid on his stomach, over your body until his cold lips connected to your skin. At first, you jolted up at the sudden surprise, but eased down when you felt Lester's hands on your side. He placed lazily watery kisses down your neck, suckling in your sweet spot, causing you to moan. "Lest, that feels good."

You sighed loudly in relief, after feeling cool air on your sweaty skin. Lester trailed down to your breast, smirking when seeing you perky nipples harden. His mouth wrapped around your nipple while his hand played with the other one.

If there was one thing about your body, it would be that your nipples are sensitive. Especially when they’re hardened. Lester playfully bit them, hearing you whimper. The cool feeling of his lips on your sensitive part was something you don’t ever want to end. He switched to the other nipple, doing the same exact thing he did with the first one.

He released your nipple with a ‘pop’ before continuing down to your stomach all the way to your special spot. The ice melted causing him to grab another and put it in his mouth. His mouth was inches away from your core, as he looked at it.

You could feel the cool air from the ice, causing you to let out needy whine. “Lesty, come on!” Your hand was in his hair, trying to push him closer. Without warning, Lester’s tongue engulfed your clit. You jumped and yelled at how cold his lips were.

He sucked on your clit, moaning coming from your mouth. Lester was sloppy when he ate your pussy, but now it was even worse. Water from the melting ice dripped down your thigh as well as a mixture of his saliva.

Slurping could be heard around the room as your breathing picked up and your grip tightened in his hair. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” You mumbled, grinding your hips against him. Although the ice melted long ago, Lester could find himself to break away from your pussy, considering you taste so good.

Lester’s fingers came into frame, pushing past your aroused lips, earning a high pitch moan from you. His fingers easily slipped in and out, a wet noise heard around the room. Your fingertips were white at how hard you were gripping Lester’s hair.

Your whole body shifted from the force of his thrusts and you tried to run away, but risked miserably. “Don’t fuckin’ run from me! You’ll take it!” Lester scolded, slapping your ass and pulling you back down. You could only sit there, taking it like his good girl.

His other hand came down and rubbed your clit, egging you further to your release. You clenched around him, warning him about almost cumming. “Yeah? You wanna cum, baby?” The teasing tone from Lester had you whining.

“Come on, cum for, Daddy.” After a few more thrusts you had to let go. It was all too much. The feeling of his fingering sliding in and out of your gummy folds, his other cold hand rubbing slow lazy circles on your clit, and his dirty talk had you done for.

Even though you had a blindfold on, covering your vision, you could only see white. The orgasm was something strong. This indicated how much you loved it. Your back was arched, hips coming off the mattress showed how good Lester just fucked you, and with his mouth and fingers!

The moment you felt Lester break apart, you took the blindfold off and looked at him. He sat there with an awkward smile and a very painful boner.

You began to sit up, and reach for his hard on, but Lester stopped you. “No baby, that was about you.” He gently picked you up, ignoring the feeling of his hard rubbing against his jeans and made his way to the bathroom. He sat you against the counter, watching the water filled in the tub.

Now y’all know what y’all need to do to cool down.

#lester sinclair #lester sinclair smut #lester sinclair imagines #lester sinclair headcanons #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #slasher smut #house of wax

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small-sinclair · 9 months

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A dabble for @crumb because you wanted some Lester Sinclair fics.

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Rocking back and forth in his rocking chair on the porch with a mug of tea and honey. Silently, he watched the rain fall down and listened to it hit the tin roof. He takes in the sweet smell of rain and of the swamp around him, feeling relaxed.

“Dada!” A little boy called out. Lester turns in time to pick up his son and sit him on his lap. He wore too big of a rain hat and rain boots with fronts on them. His son giggles. “Rain! Rain!”

“That’s right, lil frog,” Lester said with a bright smile. “That’s rain.”

His son looks out at the swamp and curls into his father. He feels his heart melt around his son as he kisses his forehead. “Did Mama sent ya?”

He nods, his eyes looking at the rain with awe. “Yep! She saids you hav’ta wash!”

From behind, he hears his new baby girl crying through the screen door. He glanced behind him and he feels his heart stop. He sees you, his beautiful wife, rocking the child back and forth. You glance up and smile at him. To him, this was his world, his reality.

“Okay, let’s go wash up, froggie!” Lester hugged his son tighter because he didn’t want to let go. Not just yet. “I promise I’ll always love ya, Anthony.”

“I love you, too, Dada.” His hugs him tightly as they watch the rain together.

…….

Lester jerks his head up and looks around the room. He’s alone in his empty bed, Jonesy at his feet. He could hear the static in the rain on his roof as he lays back on his bed. He grips his blankets as tears started to fall.

You weren’t there. You haven’t been there for three months. So… why? Why can’t you let him sleep for once? Leave his mind alone for a single night so he could just sleep! He hates you. He loves you. He wants needs you.

Oh, how sweet his nightmares could be.

#lester sinclair #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x y/n #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005)#house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #lester sinclair imagines #lester sinclair house of wax #slasher fanfiction #slasher imagines #slasher

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intimacyequalsdeath · 3 months

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Will you be my Valentine? Sugar Day 4 Lester Sinclair

Day 4 cuties!! As usual I hope you all are enjoying this very chill and casual mini series for Valentine's day! After this is over I hope to get back into regularly posting regular fics throughout the rest of the year.

Notes: Minors DNI (You will be BLOCKED), SFW, No specific descriptions or pronouns are used for the reader. If pronouns are used the reader will use they/them unless otherwise specified.

"God Lester, How many times have I told you about blood stains?"

You mumbled to yourself while you scrubbed the stains out of one of Lester's shirts. He was out today as usual cleaning the roadkill off the backroads of Ambrose and you were at home diligently washing one of the only good shirts he had.

"Your daddy needs to learn to be more clean"

You said to Jonesy, who was laying next to you on the floor, wistfully gazing up at you as you scrubbed the shirts. Almost as if she could understand what you said she let out a sigh and rolled over on her other side.

After a few minutes and a lot more scrubbing you heard the rumble of the old pick-up truck approach the cabin and Jonesy quickly made her way off the ground and over to the front door to greet her favorite human.

"Well hey there little darlin'!" Lester greeted her when he entered the house. His eyes locked onto yours next and he grinned.

"Hey sugar" He greeted walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Hey Les"

"What's wrong?"

"You" You teasingly deadpanned. You could hear Lester audibly gulp from behind you.

'W-What did I do?"

"How many times have I told you to be careful with getting stains on your good shirts and to wear work shirts out of the house?"

"Well sugar that one was the only one I could find is all! It was dark out still and I didn't wanna cut the lights on and wake you up!"

"mmm I guess that's fair"

"I got ya somethin to make up for it anyway"

He said before removing his arms from around you and heading back out to the truck to retrieve your present. In the back of your mind you figured Valentine's day was approaching so it probably had to do with that, it's very hard to keep track of time in a ghost town with no internet or cell service.

Lester came bounding back into the house a few moments later with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

'Oh Lester their gorgeous!" You praised him as he approached you and offered them to you.

You took the flowers from him and inhaled their sweet sent. You shot him a smile and leaned over to peck his lips when you realized something, the flowers still had the clods of dirt from where they were ripped out of the ground attached to the stems.

You picked off a dirt clod and looked up at Lester while holding it in your hand.

"Lester honey, what's this?"

"Uhh looks like dirt darlin'"

"Did you go outside just now and pick these?"

"No sugar I got em from the outside of the wax museum."

He said starting to turn away from you and head back outside to get on with the rest of his day. You called out to him as he left.

"Did you pick these from the flowers I planted last year?"

Lester shrugged as he walked and you could see his shoulders move up and down with a chuckle as a smile beamed across your face and the hilarity of the situation.

"Lester Sinclair! You picked my flowers!"

"I'll make up for it sugar don't you worry!" He said out the truck window.

"Well how are you going to make it up? With more flowers?"

"Nah darlin, no more flowers"

"Why not?"

"I picked em all already"

"LESTER!"

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #slasher fic #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair imagines #lester sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax fanfic #house of wax #valentines day

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multifandomwritings · 2 years

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I would like to request the Sinclair brothers reacting to gender neutral reader writing them love poems and/or love letters. Please and thank you 💜

I've missed the Sinclair brothers recently ;-; I hope you like this!

Slashers | How the Sinclairs would react to their S/O writing them love poems/letters

Bo:

He wouldn't really know what to make of your love poems/notes at first, and for that reason, probably wouldn't respond even half the way you'd quietly wish he would

Just acknowledges them appreciatively, you know?? If they're poems he'd compliment your writing and would tease you for being so smitten with him, smugly smiling to himself that he inspired things like that

The thought of you actually thinking to do something like that for him would really make him smile though. Knowing he was the inspiration behind your words and that you'd taken the time to do something like that because of him would make him grin to himself endlessly

It would be the little things that would really do him in though. Like little notes and reminders you'd leave around, just warm and sweet things that let him know you were thinking of him and cared. He'd keep every single one and would look at them sometimes, smiling as he mulled your words over. Not that you'd ever know it

Vincent:

Vincent is also a creative, so he would know the amount of time and thought that would go into things like this. And the thought of that would make his heart swell, because he'd love being the reason you did things like that

Being on the receiving end of your letters and poems would make him redden each time. Would feel almost undeserving of your sweet words and the effort behind them

You would be his inspiration as well, of course. Not so much with love letters or poems (although he would dabble, especially with love letters) but with art

You'd catch him rereading your letters constantly, just smiling to himself with a loving look in his eye as he mulled your words over

Lester:

Lester would *adore* things like this. You could so much as leave little notes just reminding him of little things and he'd adore it. Your every word would make him smile, and if you left little doodles or anything as well?? He'd melt

If you actually took the time to write him whole love poems or letters, he'd be a flustered mess. Like, you really took the time to write something that beautiful for him?? He'd need a minute lol

Would read them over and over and over, and would revisit them anytime he was missing you, or even just because. He'd be so grateful for you and would really take them to heart

Most likely to write you love letters back. They would be clumsily written and really straight-forward but in such a sweet and endearingly sincere way, every word completely from the heart

#slashers x reader #slashers x you #slashers x y/n #slashers imagines #slasher imagines #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair imagines #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair imagines #lester sinclair imagines #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you

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meatmutt-sfw · 2 years

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them as youtubers | slashers

this is so stupid and has prolly been done but idc :P anyway modern!hcs and no real pairings

pairing(s): bo sinclair X reader, brahms heelshire X reader, bubba sawyer X reader, carrie white X reader, lester sinclair X reader, thomas hewitt X reader, vincent sinclair X reader, billy loomis & stu macher X reader

warning(s): none

— bo : mechanic stuff cause he’s a cis man and maybe like a vlog if enough people ask for it

✰ posts maybe once every month cause he hates the editing process

✰ first video: tour of my truck (ft, my brothers and dog in the background cause they don’t know how the shut the hell up)

✰ most popular video: monday vlog 2–i almost kill lester,,, again

— brahms : it’s probably just book reviews or him playing the piano or possibly boyfriend asmr if he feels extra lonely

✰ either posts every week or once every two months

✰ first video: good evening

✰ most popular video: i share my cardigan with you cause the mansion’s cold and make you a pb&j :D [bfe]

— bubba : he’s showing off his favorite things since his family never really pays attention to him when he wants to show them something

✰ random uploads since he’ll get busy and forget about it

✰ first video: meet my family !! they’re super cool

✰ most popular video: making dinner for my brothers

— carrie : loves doing get ready with me videos when going out anywhere besides school

✰ uploads the video about a week after the event

✰ first video: prom vlog !!

✰ most popular video: my first date: grwm (+voice over of how it went) <3

— lester : just him pranking his brothers with dog content tossed into the videos like,, that’s really it

✰ posts weekly for the most part

✰ first video: vincent and i plot to give bo a taste of his own medicine

✰ most popular video: it didn’t work.

— thomas : he shows off sewing techniques to help people who wanna learn or are learning how to sew; usually angles the camera above his hands so you don’t see his face

✰ will post once every two weeks if he can since he likes to keep a schedule

✰ first video: basic stitches anyone can learn

✰ most popular video: face reveal—please be nice

— vincent : sculpting techniques, occasional boyfriend asmr, tours of the town, showing off his mother’s works along with his, and more

✰ one post each week cause he enjoys it more than he thought he would

✰ first video: what i do in a day in ambrose (ft. my brothers & dog)

✰ most popular: finishing a painting while you tell me about your week [bfe] [feel free to talk while you watch :)]

— billy & stu : conspiracies, horror movie reviews, pranks, how to make fake blood/injuries, etc.

✰ also posts once every week if not twice a week if they’re doing a series

✰ first video: why randy could be the killer

✰ most popular video: the best of billy & stu (over 2 hours of us being stupid)

other slasher works.

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suvidrache · 1 year

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S/O Has Diabetes - Part 1

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 518 / Read it on AO3 / Wattpad / PART 2

Featuring: Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, and Freddy Krueger

Vincent

→ He would cuddle you, talk to you, anything to make you feel better.

→ He's not going to be persistent, but every couple of days or so, he will ask if you've taken your medicine.

→ He will have bowls of sweets in the museum, his truck, the house, and anywhere else you may frequent.

→ He would give you your medicine if you didn't want to take it (because of needles/pain) or you wanted his help.

Lester

→ He would make jokes: "y'know how to make an egg roll?" "Uh, how?" "You push it."

"What has four wheels and flies?" "..." "A garbage truck."

→ Just friendly dad jokes to make you feel better.

→ He would even sing about random things if it makes you laugh or smile.

→ He would help you if you asked him to and showed him.

→ Keeps a bowl of sweets in his truck and the house. Sometimes on him as well.

→ He will once in a while eat one of the sweets, forgetting that you needed it but will replace the sweets with some more.

→ "Don't let a little illness get you down, it'll be alright."

→ In his defense, he doesn't know how bad the situation is

→ He would hold you and compliment you, trying his best to comfort you.

→ Once he learns about your condition, he is on top of it.

→ He would make sure you've had your insulin.

→ If you haven't taken it yet, cause you're tired, you don't want to, etc. "Either you take it or I'll do it for you."

→ He has bowls of candy, juice boxes, and sweet foods in the garage, church, his truck, and anywhere that you and he frequent.

Brahms

→ He would try his best at comforting you: cuddles, compliments, anything to make you feel better.

→ He would help you with your medicine, thinking you take too long to do it.

→ Would learn that it takes him just as long, if not longer, so he lets you do it, unless you want his help, of course.

→ You better be the one making the grocery list. Otherwise, you're having about two years, if not more, of sweets piled up.

→ Will keep sweets everywhere, so there is no reason why your blood sugar is low.

Michael Myers

→ May put an arm around you or take you outside to sit on the porch with him.

→ Not really the best at comforting, but he tried.

→ Unlikely to help you with your medicine.

→ I mean if you're willing to risk it, he might help, but rarely.

→ Would find an empty drawer in the kitchen and fill it with candy.

→ Fills a second drawer just in case.

Freddy Krueger

→ He would ask what you need or want.

→ He's just trying to comfort you, he would cuddle you more

→ If you don't want your disorder anymore, it's not going to be there in your dreams.

→ He would help you take your medicine if you wanted him to, or if you forgot to take it.

→ He would keep candy around the house and sometimes offer you a piece, even though you never mentioned wanting something.

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