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im-his-druidess · 11 months

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You don’t have any A/B/O prompts that I like for Vincent so please just imagine a confused and curious Vincent scenting an in heat Omega tourist, just following what his instincts tell him to do

Okay but this is just *chef's kiss*

(Part 2)

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” you shouted, trying your best to claw at the hulking masked man that was crowded against you, but your hands were quickly swatted away as if they were nothing more than flies.

The man, an Alpha going by his spiced scent underneath the smell of paraffin wax and the fresh blood of your friends, was currently trying his best to touch and sniff every single part of you all at once. His face buried uncomfortably close to your throat, small huffs of warm breath tickling your sweat soaked skin from the slit on his mouth, and you grimaced at the sensation of both the cool wax mask against you and the feel of him pressed so close against you. His long black hair was surprisingly soft against your face and his large hands pawed at your waist and back. Trying to pull you as close to his body as possible.

“Get off of me!” you shrieked while wiggling against his hold only to end up whimpering in pain as long fingers fisted in your hair.

Almost instantly the grip eased up and he nuzzled against your jaw as if in apology.

You could feel a rumbling in his broad chest and he let out a hoarse croaky purr at the scent he finally found. It was the same scent that spared you from those wickedly sharp knives in his apron, spared you from the same bloody fate as your friends, and it was the same scent that called to every instinct thought long buried inside the man. It had stopped him cold with his knife posed over you and now he was petting and panting over you like an animal. You knew what it was that caught his attention and you wanted nothing more than to crawl underneath a rock or into the nearest swamp. It was the whole reason why you made your group stop at this desolate town. You had run out of suppressants, your Heat rearing its ugly head a week earlier than usual, and you had desperately hoped that you could find some at the local store before you succumbed to your own instincts. Then the friendly flirty mechanic started attacking your friends and the long haired man seemed to materialize out of nowhere and began chasing you when you escaped the gas station.

Now you were laying crumpled on a gravel trail with him on top of you. You let out a small scream when he forced his hips between your legs, trying to get even closer to you despite you jerking your body as far away as you could, and he released another chest-rumbling purr.

“Vincent! What in the ever-loving-fuck are you doing?” a man shouted some distance away and you went rigid at the familiar sound of the Alpha mechanic.

Bo, as he had introduced himself with a wink, had stumbled upon you both and you felt bile rise in your throat at the sight of him splattered with fresh blood. The Alpha that was currently aggressively scenting you barely lifted his head as he raised one hand. Long fingers curled and twisted in the air and Bo squinted at him. You had enough of your wits about you to realize that he was using ASL, but the motions were lost in your scrambled and panicked fueled brain.

Bo cocked his head in confusion before suddenly sniffing the air, catching your scent on the wind, and realization lightened his frowning features. A slow crooked grin curled his lips and you felt dirty at the wolf whistle he let out.

“Well, I’ll be damned. We caught ourselves an Omega in Heat,” he said with a giddy laugh and you renewed your desperate wiggling to try and clawed uselessly at the ground beneath you to try and pull yourself out from underneath the mountain of a man above you.

Vincent huffed against you, this time raising his head a bit more to look at Bo through a curtain of dark hair, and his fingers repeated the same motion. This time it was slower and more deliberate and was met with a scoff.

“Yeah, I heard you the first time. She can be yours first since you caught her, but let me know when you’re done. I might like a round or two with her,” he said with a predatory grin pointed your way and you felt tears sting the back of your eyes at his words.

Vincent lurched up, a strong too-warm hand wrapping around your throat firm enough to keep you pinned to the ground, and he stared down the still grinning Bo. Even though you couldn’t see his eyes through the mask you could feel the iciness of his stare.

A hoarse near-silent snarl ripped from him, the sound muffled through the mask but still sent a cold shiver down your spine at the obvious threat emanating off of him in waves, and the other Alpha scowled before wagging a finger at him in a disapproving fashion that you would have laughed at any other time.

“Don’t get all territorial, you fuckin’ freak. Don’t forget that she’s just a warm hole to fuck,” he growled as he jutted his chin in your direction and you wheezed as the hand on your throat tightened.

Then, without warning, you were in the air. You were hoisted up on a broad shoulder, your vison swimming at the sudden quick motion, and you were carried away from Bo and towards the house you had originally tried to run to in an effort to escape. You hysterically thought of an image of a caveman carrying off a cavewoman and your laugh sounded suspiciously like a sob. One of those large hands petted your hip and thigh as if trying to soothe you and you started to openly sob as he ascended a small set of stairs and carried you into the house.

His chest vibrating with another happy purr as the door shut behind you.

#Vincent Sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair headcanons #Request fill #House of Wax #house of wax x Reader #house of wax headcanon #bo sinclair #brian van holt x reader #Brian Van Holt headcanons #Brian Van Holt #the cryptid answers

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haddonfieldwhore · 2 months

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god loves you, but not enough to save you - bo sinclair

bo sinclair x fem!reader

please read warnings !

summary: bo sees you as his next victim. you see him as your last hope

warnings: stockholm syndrome speedrun, implied domestic abuse, language, mentions of death, blood, alcohol and smoking, some religious references sprinkled in, bo is bo

word count: 2k

your eyes fluttered open as you felt your body thud onto a chair with a creak, the metal frame unstable under any amount of weight. it wouldn’t break though. he tightened all the bolts himself; checked everything so nothing would go wrong. as unorganized as this hellscape of a room seemed to anyone else, bo knew where everything was; every pair of pliers, every blade. he was meticulous, sometimes damn near a perfectionist. not that any his guests were here to admire the furnishings.

in the rare instance that things didn’t go how he planned, he himself became unpredictable; became even more terrifying. but this was different. something in your eyes was different, and it drove him mad.

you didn’t scream, just looked around frantically to gather what was happening. everything that had happened. your ankles were taped together, and you were in a basement. your head hurt like you’d been hit with something, as you remembered the road trip you had been on with your boyfriend, nathan.

you remembered the washed out road

the gas station

oh god, where was nathan?

the man from the gas station….. bo…

“yeah sweetheart?” your focus snapped to the face of the man currently restraining you to the chair, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. how much had you said out loud? why was he doing this?

“please - you don’t have to-“ his hand snapped over your mouth, the smell of dirt and gasoline filling your mouth and nose.

“shhhh, if you scream, i’ll have to hurt ya,” he cooed, and you shook your head gently. with your one free hand that remained unbound to the chair, you gripped his wrist desperately, but your touch was gentle; gentler than any touch he had felt in years. he nearly faltered for a second, your fingers hovering over the scars on his wrist. had you noticed them? he wondered.

his hesitation allowed you to softly pull his hand away from your mouth.

“p…please, you have to help me. nathan-“

“you think if you bat your pretty little eyelashes at me i’ll let you go back to your boyfriend?” he taunted, but your eyes went wide and you shook your head, frantically this time, and your hand clung onto his arm tighter now. he pulled it from your grip, looking at your face with a confused expression. what game were you playing?

“no - please, you don’t understand - you have to help me,” you repeated, and as he studied your face, he noticed a smudge on your cheekbone. your skin looked different; he spent enough time looking at the damn wax figures to know what a persons skin looked like. he reached his hand towards you slowly, dragging his thumb between your parted lips, wetting the pad of his finger with your saliva. he tasted of iron, and you wondered if he noticed the way you licked your lips when he retracted his hand.

you winced as he gently wiped the digit across your cheek, removing the makeup to reveal a dark bruise, masterfully disguised behind layers of concealer.

something clicked in bo’s head.

something terrible.

something cruel.

here he was, taking you captive and fully intending to kill you. here you were, begging him to be your saving grace. he smiled darkly, your eyes wide as they pleaded with his.

“now that’s no way to treat a lady,” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “he do this to ya, sweetheart?” he asked, making his voice sound so sweet, you almost believed it was sincere.

“please,” you begged again. maybe if you said it enough times, you would get through to him. a human part of him, if there even was one. “i’ll do anything you want. just please…. he’ll kill me.”

his rough hands held either side of your face, cradling it as he leaned over your body, caging you beneath him. you welcomed it, like a safety blanket.

this had never happened before. he hadn’t even done anything to you yet, and you were already giving yourself over to him. did you not get it? did you not understand that whatever had been done to you, oh lord he could be

much

worse.

it was almost too easy. the chase was half of the game for him. what was the point if you gave up so soon?

he thought about killing you right then. sure, that was no fun - he didn’t enjoy killing people quickly. but it would be so easy to just snap your neck, so delicate in his grasp. just one little twist-

“bo…” you whispered, and his eyes focused again, having zoned out looking at your throat, his chest heaving up and down with adrenaline thinking about just how easily you had surrendered to him. he hadn’t realized that he had leaned closer, so close that he could smell your strawberry chapstick.

you could smell the cigarettes on his breath; the whiskey on his tongue. he captured your mouth with his, teeth tugging roughly at your bottom lip as your heart pounded in your chest.

you shouldn’t like this.

you shouldn’t want it.

but the taste of him makes your head spin.

you reach to touch him with your free hand, but his own hand catches your wrist as you reach for him. maybe it’s instinct; he thinks your fighting back.

you should be.

you know damn well you should be.

the taste of iron fills your mouth again, but it’s not his fingers this time. his teeth have pierced into your lip, staining the kiss with crimson.

“he ain’t never gonna touch you again,” bo whispers as he nuzzles the side of his head against yours, and tears creep down your face.

“promise?”

“i swear to god. he’s never gonna lay another finger on you.”

and he won’t.

you believe him.

this time bo lets you reach for him, your fingers clinging to the front of his stained work shirt that your knuckles ached. the restraints on your other wrist clang against the metal of the chair as you pull at them, wanting to hold onto him. he undoes the leather strap and you reach up, pushing his hat off of his head so you can tangle your fingers through his dark hair. it’s greasy between your fingertips, but you don’t care.

“you look so pretty, darling.” blood stains your lips and your eyelashes are stuck together with tears. you stare up at him like he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, and he realizes that you’re long gone already; he’s managed to sink his hooks into you and all it took was one little promise. the devil stands before you and you look at him like he hung the stars. lucifer was once an angel after all, wasn’t he?

a sound above you causes bo to cover your mouth again, gentler this time as he looks up through the grate in the ceiling. footsteps shuffle across the driveway of the gas station, and nathans boots drop dirt through the grate and onto your hair. you screw your eyes shut as you cling to bo, who looks at your cowering form beneath him and smiles.

“i’ll be right back darling,” his hand is still on your mouth as you nod at him with wet eyes, hands trembling as he slowly pulls away.

the room feels cold and empty as soon as he’s gone, his boots heavy as they stomp up the stairs, locking the door behind him.

you breathe a careful sigh of relief.

he’s gone, he can’t hurt me.

nathan’s gone, bo won’t let him hurt me.

with your hands no longer restrained, you undid the duct tape around your ankles, pulling your knees up under your chin and wrapping your arms around them.

footsteps descend the stairs, heavy again as the stairs creak and the lock clicks open.

you should be scared of him.

you should be scared of the knife in his hand. the blood on his wrist.

you should be scared because he was going to kill you, and he still might. but for now, he doesn’t.

at least for right now, he is your saviour.

he tosses the weapon aside, and it clatters onto the metal table next to him. you watch as his fingers slide a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his breastpocket, and pull one out with his teeth. he lights the end and walks over to you, his fingers tilting your chin up to look at him.

your hand reaches up to wipe a splatter of blood off the side of his neck, and you almost don’t notice the way bo freezes for just a second as you touch him. his hand wraps around your wrist and brings your fingers to his lips, sucking the end of each finger past his lips until all the blood is gone, his eyes never leaving yours.

god, the way you look at him.

he’s never seen anything like it. it isn’t fear.

it’s a look of devotion.

he offers you the cigarette and you take it between your fingers with your other hand.

“you ready to go home?” he asks, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“home?” you asked, taking a drag of his cigarette. you didn’t want it, you just hoped it would taste like him, but it just burnt your throat.

“the house, silly,” he smiled, and it almost looked sincere, like he was amused by you. “just up the road?” he was the bo you had met at the gas station again. the charming one. the sweet one.

the house, you thought. that’s right. he had taken you there to get the part you needed to fix nathan’s car, and the next thing you knew you were waking up here. “did you hit your head or something?” he teased, like he hadn’t been the one who knocked you out in the first place. he walked closer to take the cigarette from your grip, the ash falling onto your lap and sizzling against the layer of sweat on your bare skin. he placed a kiss on the top of your head before extending his empty hand to you, helping you out of the chair.

you followed bo up the stairs and realized you had been beneath the gas station, the sun long set outside. you didn’t know how long you had been down there.

“watch your step,” he mumbled, and you looked down at the pool of blood on the floor, and the trail of it, like something had been dragged across the floor and out of the store.

“nathan….” you asked, the word tasted vile in your mouth. you wiped your lips with the back of your hand for good measure.

“vincent took him out of here. no need to worry, darling,” he promised.

“vincent?” you asked, as he pulled you behind him by your hand, his calloused fingers rough as they interlocked with yours. you liked the way your hand felt in his.

“my brother- you’ll meet him later, he’s workin’ right now. he’s pretty quiet but i think you’ll like him.”

“okay,” you smiled - the first time you had smiled since you woke up in that basement. bo smiled back; and while it looked genuine, it was evil.

he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

and it had been

easy.

he hadn’t even done anything that he wouldn’t have done anyways - all he did was kill nathan.

but in your eyes he had saved your life.

how twisted is that?

bo tried to kill you, and here you were clinging to his arm, like you’d float away if you let go. as if he was the only thing holding you to the ground.

and he was. and he knew it.

there was no saving you now.

not when you believed you’d already been saved.

bo froze as your feet sped up to catch up with him, and your arms circled around his waist.

you were hugging him?

heaven help you, you really were a lost cause.

“thank you,” you mumbled, your head buried in the front of his shirt. bo laughed to himself, and let his arms wrap around you.

“you shouldn’t thank me, sweetheart,” he replied, the double meaning to his statement flying over your head. “what kind of man would i be if i didn’t help you? my momma - she raised me better than that.”

he couldn’t help but smile to himself. “you can meet her too, one day.”

you smiled up at him even though you didn’t get the joke, and he leaned down to kiss your lips. you decided you would never get tired of the taste of his mouth on yours. his lips like a drug.

“you gonna let me walk or we gonna stand out here forever?” he laughed, as you hadn’t let go of him yet.

“just don’t leave me,” you asked pathetically. you would have got on your knees and begged if you had to, even if the gravel would’ve scraped your knees bloody.

“believe me, darling,” he grinned. “i aint never lettin’ you get away.”

#not sure if i like this #bo sinclair fic #house of wax imagine #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair x reader #brian van holt

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lussiane333 · 2 years

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I'm not saying I have a type but... I do.. 🤰🏻

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capybar00 · 1 year

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Vincent Sinclair (+ tbh creature)

here's a more favourable vincent doodle I actually like and a little tbh creature vinnie because i've been enjoying drawing them a whole lot

(click on the picture for better quality)

he-

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soullessdianthus · 1 year

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why aren't we talking about this picture of brian van holt from 2000s

JUST LOOK AT HIM

#bo sinclair #house of wax #bo sinclair x reader #brian van holt

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cordelium · 1 year

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no one:

bo sinclair:

#bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #he is such a hick #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #house of wax #slashers #horror #brian van holt

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living-dead-girl7 · 8 months

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Bo with a crybaby s/o ig

(as the emotional youngest child.. say thing nothing to me rn) (ALSO I did not proofread this AT ALL. Say NOTHING.)

Bo thinks crying is weak, it’s for babies and young children. It’s only for them because they don’t know better, they have no grip on reality. It’s excusable but nevertheless he hates the shrill and piercing screams of babies. He hates to see them squirming, a reminder and image of his younger self.

But when he saw you cry for the first time, it was different. It was soft, almost nonexistent. The only sound being soft sniffles. The sight of salty tears rolling down your cheeks and your eyelashes clumping together made him feel a twinge in his heart.

He didn’t know what to do. Every time he cried as child he was punished. As he thrashed and screamed, hot tears rolled down his cheeks—he didn’t notice. But his father noticed, and berated him for it.

You are different, you are his baby. His.

He was unsure of what to do. He didn’t know if he should hold you or give you space. He only stood there in the doorway looming over you and casting a shadow.

The light from the hallway illuminated his back and made him look like a guardian Angel, or perhaps a fallen angel. He stared you down with his brow furrowed, thinking of every scenario that could have led here.

He thinks it’s his fault, because that’s how he was raised. Everything is his fault, every broken window, every disaster, was his fault. But with you, it no longer was his fault, it was the worlds. It failed him and you here to teach him, shape him, mend him.

He can’t stand the way you look. He wants his smiling baby back. The one that laughs uncontrollably at the tiniest joke, the one that snorts from laughing so hard when tickled.

After awhile you glance up at him, mistaking his gaze for one of anger rather than confusion and care.

His ears are met with a soft, “I’m sorry.” This causes his brow to furrow even more. In return, he gives you an equally uncharacteristically soft, “for what?”

The tears threatening to spill over well up in your eyes.

Bo kneels down, fixing his hand under your chin to inspect your face. He gingerly moves you head to see if you are injured , “Are you hurt?”

He feels you shake your head no.

“What’s wrong?”

Those words tip you over the edge, spilling the tears you were holding in.Bo curses at him self, feeling like it was his fault. It makes him feel like a teenager again, when his parents would get mad at him for simply existing. It hurts. It all does. It hurts him to feel like this, it hurts him to see you feel like this.

Bo is now hunched over and mulling over what to do. Should he hug you? Leave you? Pick you up?

He stares at you before gingerly scooping you up in his arms and making his way to your shared bed. The bed dips from the weight as he sits down with you in his arms.

The sound of his boots meeting the ground break you away from your thoughts. The softness of Bo’s undershirt calms you down. The mix of grease, sweat, and tobacco lingers on the shirt, but you don’t mind, it’s home.

His hand is aimlessly rubbing small circles on your back trying to provide any sort of comfort, trying to give you all he can.

For a few minutes the two of you only sit there, your tears staining his shirt but he can’t seem to care.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax #brian van holt #slasher

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katerinabythesea95 · 10 months

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GUYS LOOK WHAT I FOUND 😍😍

#house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #slashers #vincent sinclair #brian van holt #bo sinclair x reader #twisted #damon merriman #lester sinclair

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armyangxls · 2 months

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The girliness to become obsessed with a character from a movie you're literally repulsed by and wanna throw up when seeing clips of it! And haven't even seen the movie! hahaha 😍🥰🫣💜 Bo Sinclair <<<<<33333333

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adalwolfgang · 10 months

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Just a little snippet of something I’m working on….

“Do it,” he taunted, his smile turning smug.

Typical. Men always thought they knew everything.

“Alright,” she said, and punched him square in the face.

#reader insert #x reader #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #slashers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair house of wax #house of wax x reader #bo sinclair x female reader #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair fluff #bo sinclair smut #bo sinclair fanfiction #brian van holt

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im-his-druidess · 1 year

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This is (I think) my favourite gif of Vincent because FUCK I WANT HIM TO LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT AFTER IVE BEEN TIED UP.

Okay but I love this gif.

I headcanon that he tilts his head like this (he did it a few times in the movie) because he can only see out of that one eye. So this is just another way for him to clear his vision from his hair being in his face.

BUT ON TO THE HORNY

That's absolutely how he would look at you. Taking in all your curves and the different angles of your body. Commiting it all to his memory (and to his video camera) so he can recreate it in a wax sculpture or painting.

He would probably scavenge for some pretty ribbons or scarves, maybe even convince Lester to buy some at the next town, just to see the different materials on your body and how you look with different colors. Might even decide to put the paint on you if he's feeling particularly creative.

It will all end with him fucking you until you can barely remember your own name, body trembling and pussy swollen and tender from the pounding he just gave it, and your skin rubbed raw from the friction of the ropes/ribbons/scarves. Of course he would want to stare at you some more afterwards.

You'll probably be there a while 😌

#Vincent Sinclair #House of Wax #Vincent Sinclair x Reader #Vincent Sinclair headcanons #House of Wax headcanons #House of Wax x Reader #Brian Van Holt #Slasher #Slasher x Reader #Slasher headcanons #slashers #Slashers x Reader #slasher fandom #house of wax 2005 #prompt fill #Brian Van Holt x Reader #Brian Van Holt headcanons #The cryptid answers

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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First of all, just found your blog. Legit the definition of perfection 🥰 *Chef's kiss*

Also can I request Jason, Thomas and Vincent with their s/o accidentally seducing them? Like, oh wearing a soft pink nightgown with cutesy bows, not knowing that'syour slashy bois weakness? Them's be horny Oops.

Please and thank you!!

Ps. Don't feel like you have to do this if you don't want to! I just really like your writing!

SEDUCING THE

SLASHY BABES

☆STARRING☆

Vincent Sinclair ☆ aka pretty wax man

Thomas Hewitt ☆ aka scary chonky babe

Jason Voorhees ☆ big forest daddy

CONTENT:

Tw: where do I even fucking start. Mature language, NSFW, tiniest amount of smut, canon violence, mentions of murder, maybe blood? Size kink?

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REQUESTS AND FOR ALL THE NICE WORDS OMG. Now, I have to excuse myself for taking so long for this requests but once again I've been very busy with my upcoming trip and all the planning ecc so that's why it's taking me so long with everything. That and the fact that my brain is fighting for his life everytime I have to write something using a somewhat decent grammar and simultaneously put some creativity in it. That being said, I hope you little horny gremlin enjoy this

VINCENT SINCLAIR:

The things we make this man go through. Mate is fighting for his life out here

It has been a couple of days that Vincent had been so busy he only stopped working when he was literally too tired

You, besides being worried out of your mind, were bored too.

You couldn't really force Vincent into rest cause there has been a unusual amount of visitors lately and you knew that bodies tend to rot quickly during this time of the year so deep down you understood that Vincent had to work faster and harder than usual

And that means not being able to spend time together, which was torture for the both of you.

Since you didn't had anything else to do you decided to clean your room and organise your stuff

While putting away clothes ecc you found one of your favourites nightgowns

It was the most beautiful piece of clothing you had.

The silky material was ornate with details in lace and it fitted perfectly, wrapping your body tight enough to outline all your forms. The colour made stand up your soft skin

When you were done cleaning you decided to take a warm bath and pamper yourself a little bit using every little thing you had for skincare. Once you were out the bathroom your skin was glowing, your gorgeous nightgown was making you look prettier than ever and your sweet scent trailed after you as you made your way towards Vinny's workshop

"Vinny dear?? Are you there??" Your scent was filling the air around him, pulling his mind out of what he was doing.

At soon as he saw you he could've sworn you looked like an angel

Now why would you that to this POOR MAN

he kept staring at you while the feeling of his head getting lightheaded started to make a blur out of his thoughts

He's fighting for his spot in heaven right here

"Vincent?? Are you okay??" Your voice was so smooth and the way you cupped his masked cheeks while looking at him with such an intense stare YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING DIDN'T YOU? YOU AND YOUR USUAL FOUL BEHAVIOUR ARE GOING TO KILL HIM ONE DAY

he was literally frozen in place. He could feel a familiar warm sensation burning in his chest as he looked at you but it seemed like his limbs didn't want to collaborate with his mind

Every single thought was plague by you and your image making impossible to even think straight

And to be honest only a small part of his thoughts could be considered decent

You, however, apparently oblivious about the effect you were having on him, just gifted one of your sweetest smiles

"Why don't you take a break baby?? You must be tired…besides you're almost done. A little rest won't do bad to anyone, am I right?" You kept caressing softly and gently his chest up and down, tilting your head slightly and looking right at him in the eyes

He felt his breath shortened and all he could muster as an answer was a shy nod.

He literally felt he could melt in your hands at any given moment

Got bruv here thirsting over you without even trying WHAT SORT OF WITCHERY IS THIS

you breathed out a small giggling at how he was reacting. You genuinely were not doing anything on purpose

You took him by the hand, intertwining your fingers with his and pulling him towards the small bed that he had there

Once you were in front of it you turned to face him and slowly with your free hand you took off his mask

"You must be so tired…my poor love, now I'll take care of it"

That tone of voice, your fingers brushing against the skin of his face? Damn…double homicide right there

Before you could pull your hand away he gently grasped your wrist

YOU KNOW THAT THING OSCAR ISAAC DID TO JESSICA CHASTAIN? LIKE WHEN HE KISSED HER ARM? WELL PICTURE THAT BUT IT'S VINCENT LITERALLY KISSING THE INSIDE OF YOUR WRIST

now you were the one shivering in your fucking timbers

His other hand freed herself from yours to find her home on the small of your back, pulling you closer

There was so much tension that you felt dizzy but in a good way, to keep balance you placed your hands on his chest and tried to think about something to say before catching fire spontaneously

"I…today was kinda hot, I thought that this would've been more appropriate to…wear" you practically breathed out the sentence

Appropriate? APPROPRIATE?

Your eyes darted from his mouth to his eyes, you two were so close you could feel the growing bulge in his pants hitting against you making your insides and your intimate parts twitch of pleasure and anticipation

He now placed both hands on your sides and his thumbs traced circles feeling the smooth and soft material underneath, taking few steps forward making you go backwards until the back of your knees hitted the bed making you lose balance and fall on your back onto the soft surface

I can assure you that both of you are now having small horny brain thoughts

You looked up at him, adjusting your position slightly. Your hands fidgeting with the hem of the gown as you teased him by painfully slowly lifting up enough to show a peak of your underwear

Hid calloused hands found place on top of your knees just to part your legs gently to position his frame between them

You immediately pulled yourself straight up again without breaking eye contact.

"If you want that…you have to earn it. After all you have been hiding here for weeks…you have to make up for it dear"

How could he resist when your velvet voice was so intoxicating and your gaze so compelling

He tried to hide the smirk that tugged on the corners of his mouth while he quickly started to tie his hair up.

Mate didn't even had took in consideration saying no

BESTIE CONGRATULATIONS YOU GOT EATEN OUT BY VINCENT SINCLAIR FUCK YEAH LETS GOOOOO

Just LISTEN OKAY imagine those hands gripping your thighs while he's working his magic down there and when you manage to keep your eyes from rolling to back of your brain long enough to look at him he's eyes meet yours and he has that LUSTFUL TYPE OF GAZE BRO I-

If this man ever starts to tie his hair to eat me out i would fold like a fucking papersheet

Once you both will be done, while you're sleeping he's definitely going to draw you in that nightgown cause he wants to burned into his brain how fucking beautiful you look right now

THOMAS HEWITT:

To be fair you always wear nightgowns cause the texas heat is some serious matter

Every nightgowns you wear however is very simple and nothing special

This one you're wearing tonight however? It's the nicest and prettiest one you have. It hugs your body so perfectly that it would be a crime to not wear it

So after you chose to disturb Thomas's inner peace by wearing that you waited for him to get in bed

You were brushing your hair, sitting in front of the vanity mirror when you noticed Thomas getting in

"Oh hi Tommy!! Are you ready for bed??" You turned and you could say you turned something else too OKAY NO STOP ENOUGH I SWEAR

Thomas was exhausted by a whole day of chasing victims and chopping them. All he wanted was to clean up, get ready for bed and crush right next to you while holding you close

This MAN PURE INTENTIONS ARE BEING MINED BY YOUR SEDUCTIVE FOUL CLOTHES

He found somehow enough concentration to tilt his head as if asking why were you wearing that

"Oh! The other ones need to be washed and I thought this would do at least for tonight. You don't like it, don't you?" You fidget with your fingers anxiously. You genuinely thought he was upset by it cause it's definitely one of your less modest gowns

Never has he been this fast in answering something. My man was moving at speed of light to reach you and tell you he did in fact like it

And then you had to get up and cause the biggest brain lag in history

His hands were moving on their own as his fingers gently tugged on the soft material to feel it. He couldn't even explain why this nightgown in particular was so mesmerising.

Maybe it was the combination of your intoxicating scent, how soft and perfect it make look your skin or maybe it was just that his never ending love for you had an equal amount of sinful lust to contrast with it

You just watched him smiling in relief of knowing he did like it.

Now that you took a good look at him you noticed how tired he looks

"Tommy we should head to bed…you look tired" you brought his hands to your cheeks as you looked at him in the eyes

You're right about the head but not to be- IM SORRY I PROMISE I'LL STOP

Every trace of tiredness was now long forgotten, his brain was occupied with very explicit thoughts about either ripping apart your nightgown or keep it for recreational purposes if you know what I mean

His hands moved a strand of hair out of your face before gripping your sides to lift you up, carrying you on his shoulder as he headed towards the bed

You let out a gasp of surprise. You didn't have the time to steady yourself until you had already been placed on the bed. He was caging you under him, both arms at each side of your head and both knees at your sides

His broad shoulders were all you could see as you looked up blushing brutally

You could almost see the shade of smirk spreading on his face under the mask

"Hey wait, you have to sleep! We can do all of this lat"

No, NO WE CAN'T Y/N. NOW OR NEVER

So basically he just shuts your mouth by kissing you, the roughness of the mask edges in contrast with his tenderness made your whole body fill with butterflies

Your hands moved immediately finding place in Tommy's surprisingly soft hair

He forced himself to break the kiss to catch breath, his whole frame straightened up towering over you as he sat on his knees

You groan in disapproval trying to pull him back but immediately stopped when you saw what he was doing

There was a moment of hesitation as his shaky hands went to the back of his head to unlock the mask

He just felt his face would ruin the whole mood. You looked so beautiful and he was just well

You didn't waste a minute as swiftly pulled yourself up and helped him in getting the mask off. There's nothing you more love than when he allows to see his face

As soon as the mask was off he was already regretting everything and all the confidence he had a minute ago was gone as he started to back away and avoid your eyes

PLEASE GIVE HIM A SMOOCH OR SOMETHING OR I WILL CRY WITH HIM

After you give him all the reassurance and nice words he needs and deserves he would feel so much better

In fact he feels that much better he is horny again

LEAVE MY MAN ALONE. HE HAS NEVER THE OPPORTUNITY TO BE THIS HORNY ON MAIN

just picture this: the feeling of those big and rough hands touching and feeling every part of your soft body while he's basically bruising your fucking lungs from the inside by how deep and hard he thrust BUT IT'S NOT LIKE SUPER FAST CAUSE HE KNOWS YOU LIKED IT SLOW AND YOU MAY NEED MORE TIME AND ATTENTION THAN HE DOES

AND ALL OF THIS WHILE KISSING YOU SO YOU BOTH CAN'T MAKE NOISES AND WAKE THE WHOLE HOUSE UP

you'll duckwalk for a week at least and everytime someone asks you if you're okay in front of Tommy both of you SINFUL FUCKERS CAN'T STOP SMILING

You may or may not want to wear that nightgown more often. It depends on how many times you want Thomas to rearrange your insides

JASON VOORHEES:

Were you another person, this unholy stuff? Death sentence right there.

But since we're here living our best life as the main character you're the one being the menace here

Why would you wear that IN HIS CHRISTIAN HOUSEHOLD

You tried to wait on the couch until he came back but you ended up falling asleep.

Fate wants that you also decided to wear one of your most scrumdiddlyumptious nightgowns.

You wanted to wear something nice that could make you feel better since lately your self esteem has been acting up

Who would've thought the slasher of simps and sinful teens, the one who thinks about the "I WANT A CHURCH GIRL THAT GOES TO CHURCH" vine unironically would have big horny brain thoughts

He knew you were on the couch cause the lamp near it was on. He approached you quietly assuming you were sleeping and not wanting to wake you up

What he saw..oh lawd have mercy

Your upper body was facing towards the ceiling while your knees were pointing to the right as your waist was partially turned on the side. Your hands were gently resting on your stomach, going up and down as you slowly breathed.

You looked ethereal as the dim warm light of the lamp casted shadows over your perfect and peaceful features

Everything standed out because of that beautiful nightgown that was dangerously short and see-through

Babe got his mind fighting for its life against the hornyness.

He was mesmerised by the sight in front of him, part of him feeling ashamed for the course some of his thoughts were taking. The other half was in heavenly hell

When I tell you he's about to fucking cry

As he goes closer to you he can sense his spot in heaven being revoked.

Very lightly and softly his fingertips brush against the silky fabric of the nightgown, not resisting the urge to touch it.

He pulls back his hand immediately almost as if he just got burned

It was probably god giving him a head boink for being horny

He holds his hand to his chest as he breathes heavily trying to steady his racing heart as he eyed your whole sleeping form

You must've sense something I your sleep cause you stirred a little bit before waking up and smiling at him with your gaze still sleepy

You didn't even asked him what he was doing or why he was kneeling, you just reached a hand out for him to hold while you shifted on the couch to make space for him

He knew that if he got to you any closer than this he would either die or fall for his foul thoughts so instead he just shared his head and standed up gesturing to his dirty clothes so you could know he was going to clean up first

"Okay…don't take too long though" that's all you said before getting up. You stretched making the hem of the nightgown go a little bit more up than it already was

Before heading towards the bedroom you got on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his masked cheek leaving Jason in a state of dizziness

He noticed he was holding his breath when as soon as you were gone He exhaled in relief

Bro was this close of having a stroke with all of this sinful fuckery

He thanked God you didn't notice either the awkward boner CAUSE LORD IF YOU DID HE WOULD'VE JUST REMOVED HIMSELF FROM EARTH

Even if he didn't enjoyed this one bit and the whole time he felt the shame of what he was doing hanging from his head, he had to take care of himself before going to sleep next to you

However the shame and the guilt was forgotten when his mind lingered on the images of you and your nightgown

Admittedly that would be something he would think about for a long time. Or at least until he manages to get the courage to do more intimate stuff with you

Plenty of prayers were said that night before bed

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*Giggling*

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The Victim: "Rusty?" Rusty Nail: "yup?" The Victim: "who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" Rusty Nail: "I... what?" Bo Sinclair: busts in through the door "SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!" Rusty Nail: "... who the fuck is that?!" The Victim: "daddy number two?" Rusty Nail: "daddy? boy looks like he might be my love child!" The Victim: "..." looks at Bo Sinclair then looks at Rusty Nail jaw drops realization suddenly hits

Rusty Nail: "no, no, no! NO! forget I said any fucking thing"

Bo Sinclair: "you wish you were my daddy, boy I'm your daddy!" Rusty Nail: "boy you look like Justin Bieber trying to be Johnny Cash!"

#joy ride #rusty nail #rusty nail x reader #mark gibbon #house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #brian van holt

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Beauregard girlies for youuuu <3

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sketchy-rosewitch · 8 months

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Maybe There’s a God Above: Priest!Bo Sinclair x nun!reader

Warnings: Manipulation, PinV, fingering, eating out, Catholicism, sex between a priest and nun, whatever all of those blasphemy words are and stuff.

A/N: ooooo I liked doing this one!!!

Day 5 of Haunted Hoedown

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“Are you almost done?”

You look up from the blanket you are knitting and stare at Sister Jane.

“For today yes, I should be done tomorrow though.” You explain. You had been working on this blanket for weeks to give to a homeless shelter a few miles into the city. Everyone else had already finished theirs but yours took you a bit longer as you were new at this. Normally you’d never be put on duty for this but after Sister Anne had retired you were bumped up a spot.

“Okay, just reminding you that Father Bo needs to speak with you. Then you need to wash up for dinner.” Sister Jane says before leaving the room. You nod your head and set down all of your stuff before making your way down the corridors and across the church to Father Bo’s office. Honestly you wonder what he could want from you. You’d wondered it all morning when he came in during breakfast asking.

Father Bo made you nervous, you didn’t really know why. Well, you acted like you didn’t know why. You knew and God knew why and it was because you fantasized about being with him, about him kissing you and treating you so well and it really wasn’t your fault. He was handsome. More than handsome!

Honestly you felt like God was testing you.

Father Bo sits at his desk writing when you come in meekly. The door was already open so you give the frame a small knock making him look up from his paper. He smiles and your knees almost buckle. Father Bo stands up and walks around his desk, leaning on the edge of it. His arms cross.

“Evenin’, I just wanted to check in on you Sister. You seem to have avoided confession for the last few weeks. I’m hoping you’re doin’ alright. Was also wonderin’ why that is.”

You frown and look down so full of shame. You avoided it because you wanted to avoid him. He couldn’t tell or judge a soul when it came to confessions. But telling the source about your feelings towards him made you feel even dirtier than having the feelings.

“Hey, there’s no shame. I’m just concerned is all.”

Father Bo’s voice is gentle, it lures you in like a siren lures in a sailor.

“Just haven’t been feelin’ myself Father. I thought I could just tell God about it this time.”

What level of Hell does someone get sent to for lying to a priest?

“Ah, okay. Well you’ve been dealin’ with it for a long time. So, why don’t you come confess tonight. I’m sure it’ll take some weight off your shoulders.”

You let out a breath and close your eyes. “..Okay. I will Father. Before bed.”

“Sounds good. Now why don’t we head to dinner.”

You turn around and Father Bo follows after you. You feel his hand on your shoulder as the two of you walk towards the dinning hall. Your chest hurts and you keep looking at his large hands. Then you watch as it disappears and goes to your backside when you enter the hall.

It’s almost silent, just small whispers and talking about the next Mass and charity events that are coming up.

You sit in your seat seeing as a plate was already set for you and watch as Father Bo goes into the kitchen to get his food. You look down and begin eating quickly, your chest hurting from how fast you’re swallowing you food. You sip on your water and feel as those all of your Sisters are staring at you. But when you look up, they aren’t.

Sister Jane nudges you lightly. “What did he need to talk to you about?” She whispers, you turn towards her and frown.

“I hadn’t been going to confession the last few weeks. He’s askin’ me to go tonight. Said it’ll help lift a weight off my shoulder.” You explain, she nods her head.

“He’s right, you should. I’m not gonna ask why you haven’t been goin’ but k think you should. You seem to be too lost in thought recently and I know it ain’t cause of God.”

You nod your head in agreement and she rubs your shoulder before getting up and grabbing her plate along with the other sisters’ plates in her row. You eat in absolute silence after that.

The halls are silent as you walk down them. Your mind is racing on how you’d even confront the situation.

You could confess everything but your crush on Father Bo. But what if he catches on? No he wouldn’t, he can’t pressure you to confess, can he?

The chapel is dark other than a few candles lit up near the alter and the confessional booth. Father Bo comes out from the door, he looks at you and smiles genuinely.

“Come in.”

Father Bo opens the door for you, you go in and sit in one of the chairs. The priest goes behind the curtain and sits, your hands come together in prayer. He holds a rosary.

“In the name of The Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit.”

You mimic the silhouette of Bo and do the sign of the cross.

“Whenever you’re ready.” He says, you nod your head, not knowing whether he can see you in the lamp’s light or not.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. My last confession was uh…” You think for a second, how long had it been? “6 weeks ago.” You whisper. Oh this was bad, how did you even become a nun in the first place. You’re horrible. Horrible. Horrible.

“Sister?”

You look up. “Sorry, I’d like to ask for forgiveness for not going to confession, for-for staying up late, unable to sleep and for developing feelings for someone when I know I cannot marry.” You let out a shaky breath and lean into your folded hands. “This is all I can remember. I am sorry for these and all of my sins.” A small sob escapes your throat.

“I ask you do three Hail Mary’s and that you come to my office tomorrow to help me with some things.” Bo says. You nod your head.

You whisper The Act of Contrition and afterwards Bo says the prayer of Absolution to you. You two make the sign of the cross and head out of the booth.

“12 pm tomorrow.”

You nod and sniffle. He gives you a half smile.

“It’s okay, you’ve been forgiven.”

Just like the day before, you knock lightly on the frame of the door to alert Bo.

“Afternoon, go ahead and shut the door.”

You nod and do as you’re told, stepping into the room and shutting the door quietly behind you.

“Bring that bench over here.” He points. You furrow your eyebrows but again, you listen. You drag the bench to the middle of the room wondering why he wants you to do this.

You stand up straight and Father Bo is directly behind you making you yelp when he speaks. “I’d like to ask you who these feelin’s you developed are for.”

His voice is raspy, your breath hitches and you close your eyes.

“I cannot say Father.”

“Oh but I think you can.”

You turn and look at him, your eyes reading fear and his eyes clearly eating that fear up. Being obedient you answer. “Y-you.”

He hums. “Good, for your penance I need you to go ahead and take off your panties for me.”

You open your mouth, trying to muster up the words to ask him if this is what God told him to do. But none come to mind.

You reach up your dress and pull them down, they’re slightly soaked and you frown. Father Bo takes them from you and pockets them.

“Lift your dress up and sit.”

You get on the bench and do just that. Father and takes his foot and kicks your legs apart, your hairy mound comes into view, he smirks and kneels. His tongue goes directly to your clit and you arch your back grabbing his hair.

“Father! We-we can’t!” You whine.

“It’s okay, nothing is going in you so it doesn’t count.”

Was that the rule?

Your thoughts scramble as he licks and sucks your clit. His hands keeping your thighs apart. Your thighs still shake and spasm as he finds your favorite spot.

You let out a small moan and listen to the wet noises coming from Father Bo making out with your cunt.

He groans and stops for a second, the bottom of his face is wet with you. “You taste divine.” He says, your face heats up and you look away. “No.” He sticks a thick digit in you and you gasp. “Look at me.”You look down and he’s smirking. “It’s okay because I haven’t stuck my cock in you. We just have to make sure you’re repenting correctly.”

Father Bo curls his fingers, you let out a high pitched moan and goes down again on you, sucking and kissing your clit aggressively.

You feel a cramp in you that you’ve never felt before and let out something between a gargle and whine making Bo work faster. Your thighs sweat and shake, then you fall over the edge. White flashes behind your eyes as you cum. High pitched squeals come from your throat and Bo works you through your orgasm. He pulls out his fingers and licks then clean.

“I need one more thing from you.”

You look at Father Bo hazily, he’s unbuckling his belt and unzipping his black pants.

His large hand gently pushes you back onto the bench. Every holy part of you wants to resist. Unfortunately the lust seems to take over and you allow him to slowly slide into you.

“It’s okay, cause we’re practically saints, at least.. you are.”

You nod and feel how he stretches your pussy out. He leans down and kisses your lips, they taste just like you.

“Father-“

He shushes you. You whine.

“Feel good.” You whisper, he kisses your cheek and slowly pulls out before thrusting back into you.

“That’s good, it’s supposed to. It’s how you know it’s working. This is your penance after all.”

His cock moves in and out of you making both of you groan and moan about how good it feels.

You grab his hand and move it to your breast, he takes no time and gropes it. You lean up and kiss Father Bo’s soft lips. He thrusts harder. “Have you said your-“ he groans “three Hail Mary’s yet?” He asks, grunting and licking your neck. You shake your head.

“Go ahead. Say it and you’ll be forgiven.”

“Hail Mary- Full of… Grace!” You buck up into him feeling the same knot forming in your stomach again. “The Lord is with thee- ah~. Blessed art thou among women and blessed it the fruit of thy Womb, JESUS!” Tears fall down your cheeks as he hits a special spot inside of you.

“Come on, not even done with the first one. Can’t cum until you say all of them.”

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.”

You whine and buck into him as he slows down, you know he’s about to cum himself.

“Hail Mary Full of Grace the Lord is with thee blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” You slur, your tongue feels like nothing in your mouth. Still you try and say it again one more time, feeling as Father Bo moves his hand between your legs and rubs for clit as he fucks into you.

“Hail Mary Full of Grace.. oh please.. the Lord is with thee blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Gonna cum, please gather let me cum!” You beg looking right into his beautiful blue eyes. He smiles.

“Just finish it for me.”

“Holy Mary Mother of God, mmgh… pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen!”

He thrusts into you a few more times and you cum around his cock. Quickly he pulls out and cums on your mound. The cum laying on your hair.

He kisses you one more time before getting up and adjusting himself. You lay there looking at him. “My-“

“Keepin’ these.” He pats his pocket.

You nod and sit up, your dress falls over your cum soaked cunt and you look at Father Bo.

“I’ll tell you when you come back. Don’t think this is a one time thing.”

“Yes Father.”

You get up and he kisses your head, then makes sure you’re adjusted before you head out the door to do your daily duties.

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