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small-sinclair · 3 months

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Smut below. Never written smut so be nice—

Bo Sinclair x fem!reader

⚠️NSFW 18+ ONLY⚠️

Okay but—

Bo telling you how much he doesn’t deserve you, whispering it against you ear, as he thrusts hard and rough, tender and lustful, deep inside you. He knows he’s the worst and he knows he’s a monster; he doesn’t deserve you.

His rough hands by your head as he takes the pace painfully slow, rutting fast, then slow again. He kisses your neck then your shoulder. His heart hammers at your whimpers and moans. He doesn’t want to be near your, but he wants to be beside you. He can’t imagine himself without you in his life anymore.

“‘M no good, no good,” he breathes heavily as his pace quickens. His hands hold your wrists above your head as he angles himself to hit your g-spot better, the spot that makes you unravel like yarn. “God, you deserve better… so-so much better. To-fuck— to perfect for me.”

He watches your eyes roll back as you come close to your fourth or fifth climax, but he won’t stop because he’s too lost in his own need. Sometimes, he’s scared of himself when he’s lost like this because he doesn’t want to hurt you too bad, but the bruises he leaves behind on your thighs and kiss-stained mark on your neck does something to him.

His other hand roams up and down your body, feeling your chest and sides. Marble statues are jealous of you. He leans down and kisses hard and long, taking your lips in like it’s the last water in the world. He loves the way you call his name and kiss his skin. He goes faster and faster, lifting you up as he does and uses you as a fuck-toy. He holds your back and supports your head as he hears your pleas to slow down but he can’t, he won’t. His eyes burning with flames that were never blown out. He feels how you clinch and how you squirms as he chases his high.

“Never been good for your body. Never-never been good for your hands,” he grunted as he feels your hands around his neck for support. “Never been good for your love. No good for you! You’re too-too perfect. Too innocent and pure-pure for me.” His hips rolling into yours. “Fuckin’ perfect. Too perfect for me.” He bites your shoulder as he slams himself in you unapologetically. He tastes your blood and can feel your heart in his teeth and it makes his eyes roll. “I don’t deserve-deserve your fuckin’ pussy. Don’t deserve how tight it is— shit. I don’t deserve you.”

With one last hard thrust, he feels your walls clinch around him. He hears you moan out his name like a prayer to an elder god, but he doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve your voice saying his name like that.

He comes closer to you as he pushes his seed deep inside your body, feeling it mix with yours. Slowly, he lays your body back down into the mangled sheets and kisses the bite marks he left behind. He breathes deeply out and shivers when he breathes in. His callous hands run over your skin as he lets go of you. He doesn’t want your hands over him but he craves it like a drug.

“No… shit, no good for you,” he repeats as he rests his head against yours. “Someone’s better than me.” He leans into your hand and he marvel that if feels like the finest silk. “Fuck, I love you.”

He’ll slowly pull out once he feels your body relax into the blankets and pillows under you. Bo’s not one for aftercare, but his hands smooth your legs and sides, kissing the handprint bruise on your hips. And you see his body in the dim moonlight, and you can see his scars from the past and from the fights. You see how tired his eyes are and how much he’s love struck with you.

As he climbs out of bed, your hand catches his and he kisses your knocks before letting go. Hes right back with a cold wash rag and some lotion. He kisses your body tired until your numb from his love. He washes your body and sings praises to you, calling you his, calling you perfect, calling you darling. He lotions your legs, arms, and throat, and he’s being so gentle with you. When he’s done, you rust on his chest and trace his scars.

“…if you keep lovin’ me like this,” he says in a husky voice, “I’ll never let you go… never let you leave me.” He’ll look down at you then kiss your head. “Never leave me.”

You’re too tired to answer as you rest your head over his heart. You belong here in his arms and he’ll never let you go. Not for a second.

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the-smiling-grinner · 2 months

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i made a thing 🥰

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msookyspooky · 7 months

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Goin' Hunting

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

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

No Word Count. Not proofread.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"GOTCHYA!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck you!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"P-Please-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I scoffed. "Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You flinched when moving.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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adalwolfgang · 10 months

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Image summary of the Sinclair brothers + (Name), Trudy and Victor Sinclair

Part 2

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gh0stlyr4bb1t · 8 months

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✨🚗My Head-canons for Bo Sinclair with a short and chubby grungy s/o💕🚗✨

Characters used/mentioned: Bo Sinclair, Y/N A/N: I might write a Vincent one, I understand why so many people adore him💕 TW: bo being bo, a bitch lmao (he's a bit ooc), a very small mention of PTSD (I have it and I have strong feeling that he does too but he refuses to acknowledge it) A/N: Y/n is gender neutral lmfao, The relationship is established and very very deep in (not marriage levels but almost)

Headcanon 1: He can and will steal borrow anything to spite you with love, your favorite Nirvana shirt? It's his Nirvana shirt now. Which is just his size and it hugs oddly nice on his chest and torso, yes he does in fact wear it so you can ogle at him all day, if you ask him why, he'll just chuckle at you

Headcanon 2: Uses your lighters all the time, why? he wont tell you, he'll smirk and scoff at you, turning his head away to light a cigarette only to wink at you with a sly smile because he's a bitch

Headcanon 3: Makes fun of your music taste, you listen to Nirvana? he hates that band not really... But if you listen to KoRn or Slipknot or Metallica- He will be shocked and will stfu for the rest of the day

Headcanon 4: the kind of mf to deny being a personal attention whore AS he is wrapped up in your arms snuggling into you as if you were a pillow for him and him only. Then he'll bite your thighs and chest to show you his way of affection because he's a rat

Headcanon 5: This bastard will make out with you for 6 hours and then walk away as if nothing happened. Yes you will ask what the kiss was for, he will not answer you unless you fight earn the answer, the answer was "no reason... jus' wanted ta see your face become red fer me~"

Headcanon 6: You know how to act? amazing! now you can help out dealing with the tourists! Now stand there and look pretty as Bo does everything else- What? one of the tourists made a nasty commit about your body? they're dead now. No Vincent isn't going to make them into a statue. They don't deserve to be displayed in the House of Wax.

Headcanon 7: At night this man will PRAISE you, he will unironically call you pet names like 'honeybun' or 'bunny' simply because he thinks you're so cute and lovely, these pet names will soon become frequent and more- gentle when he refers to you, he will become more cuddly

Headcanon 8: If you are an artist he will demand a drawing of him from you, no questions asked, when or if you do this mf will be giddy and giggly like a child. Will hang it up in his room and admire it, not because it's him but because you drew it for him.

Headcanon 9: He has PTSD and has frequent flashbacks, you're there to try and ground him and comfort him. Most of those flashbacks are in night terrors usually, but there's times where he's awake, he's dazed, he's confused and tired. He will need that support from you at all times.

Headcanon 10: LOVES TO HOLD YOUR HANDS, his big and calloused hands are perfectly bigger than your small, soft, and dainty hands. Loves to kiss them and nuzzle his face into them as he flutters his lashes at you teasingly

#house of wax #bo sinclair #bo sinclair house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x gender neutral reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x y/n #slashers x reader #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slashers #slasher fanfiction #slasher headcanons #slasher fandom #slasher #slashers x you #slashers x s/o #chubby reader

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delusionally-loveless-by-choice · 6 months

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Random Bo Sinclair Headcanons!!

authors' note: these are def just personally influenced, and if im being honest this was in my drafts for like.. a year and a half I think, and well I wrote it in the dead of night and was emotional and delirious. anyway, if u like any of these or wanna discuss his pass leave a note or reblog!!

Bo likes reading—mostly nonfiction but he has read a good amount of fiction when he gets his greasy hands on them. He needs glasses to read sometimes. reads when he isn't busy, andusually is before before (if he isn't drunk lol)

He likes to sketch—in his childhood Vince was the artist, just naturally good at it. His parents hoped Bo could have an artistic talent as well, but soon gave up when they realized he was too much to handle. Bo always liked to randomly doodle when he got bored. Likes to doodle whatever he can, in his youth it was usually just funny sketches of people that he'd make fun of

Has a great ass singing voice—first heard him humming in the garage to some song. Later that day after Bo n u got a couple of beers down, the music was low and playing and you heard him just belt it out. Sure it mostly comes out when he’s drunk but gad damn . You just egg him on because you need more bo singing voice.

He likes a lot of alt music. Loud shit. Metal. Rock. Etc. But he’s also secretly into classic romantic shit., (to me personally just the vibe of romantic older music, but im bad w names so like idk songs like put your head on my shoulder dunno)

He has like only three different caps that he circulates through. Theyre all dirty so help him out here, gift him a new one or help him wash them bec them caps are dirty as shi

He just has stickers and he puts them almost everywhere. In certain spots on the truck, in the garage, on his tool box case, etc. Some are from the people he and his brother catch, and others are ones he's gotten on his own over time (there's a sticker in his truck that is most definitely a hello kitty sticker, he denies it was him but he stuck it on when he was plastered and is unable to rip the sticker off its place)

Never learned how to ride a bicycle. Him and his brothers not having the best upbringing, they never really got those bonding moments. I imagine one day after finding a bicycle, and assuming you know how to ride one, he just looks at you as if you discovered a new planet. he never considered that other people knew how to ride those things. So surprised and impressed. He wont ask you to teach him so you kinda have to like coax him to try it. Would definitely get frustrated. I also imagine that if theres a possibility of kids, and he sees you teaching them how to ride a bike he would definitely be holding back tears when he sees you teaching them how to ride a bike (he'll join in bec he wants to learn too but he'd just stand on the side until you tell him to try it)

loll I edited them but I wrote these so long ago and many are def jus self-indulgent . fucj it they head canons for a reason ;)

#dlbc~🤍#bo sinclair #bo sinclair/reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair fanfic #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #bo sinclair headcanons #bo sinclair house of wax

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ahmnom · 11 months

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Bo Sinclair with scars. Sideways for realism but I also wanted to see him with vertical scars

Also Older bo 🤤

Under the cut is the image it was based on! 🩸 warning

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beauregard-sinclair-ask · 13 days

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GUESS WHO’S BACK

#bo sinclair #house of wax (2005)#house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair house of wax #character interaction #house of wax #editor

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aalyssah · 6 months

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Couldn’t Wait Any Longer

Pairing: Bo Sinclair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Car Sex, Caught, Creampie, Cursing, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Oral, (Both Receiving), Praise, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,736

Summary: When driving back home Bo can't help, but feel needy, so he pulls over and fuck you over the car good on a dirt road.

A/N: Summary kinda sucked, but I hope you get what I'm saying. Btw, if you have some slasher requests, go ahead and sent them! Hope You Enjoy!

You and Bo were driving in the car, going back home to Lester and Vincent. Somehow, during a killing of 4 people, a victim ran away, got a car from the shop and drove away.

You and Bo were on their heels in a high speed car chase despite your clothing choice and after almost 2 hours you caught them. Bo did the dirty work because you were dressed up.

It was a beautiful red dress that you put on after planning a date with Bo, but the victim had to ruin it.

Bo ended up killing the victim and stuffing him in the trunk and now y'all are taking them back to Vincent to add them to the collection at the church.

There was some country song playing low as Bo drove. By now it was nighttime, the only thing lighting up the road was car lights. Bo's hand rested on your thigh, slowly inching closer to your private part.

You let out a squeal. "Bo stop!" This was the 4th time you told him to stop. Bo's been extremely horny and seeing you this dress didn't help him. "Awe, come on Y/n. Y'know you look good." His hand pushed past your arm, cupping your clothes cunt.

You let out a moan, grinding your hips against his hand. A smirk came to his face at your actions. "Weren't you just telling me to stop? Now look at'chu, being a dirty whore, grinding on my hand." A needy moan slipped past your lips at his words, making Bo quickly pull away from you.

You let out a whine, grabbing his wrist to pull him back to you. "No, I'm sorry. It felt so good, please don't stop." Bo chuckled, shaking his head. "Needy, aren't you?" You groaned at his teasing tone. Then, a lightbulb came to mind.

Bo wanted you so bad, but now he wants to turn it around? You're gonna make him want to fuck you. You unbuckle your seatbelt, leaning over to palm Bo's crotch area.

He jumped, almost swerving in the other lane. "Jesus Y/n, the hell are you doing?" You ignored him, successfully pulling his pants and boxers down over his hips, looking down at his semi-hardened cock, pink tip leaking with pre-cum.

You licked your lips at the sight before going down and taking him in your mouth. The taste of his pre-cum hit your tongue, a moan coming from you. Bo groaned, his hand ghosting over your head.

He tried to stay straight, looking at the road, but the way your mouth felt made him look down at you. You were taking him far down your throat, bobbing your head up and down with a few gags.

"Y-y/n, chill out- fuck." Bo's hands fisted your hair, trying to decide if he should be pulling at your hair or pushing you down.

You gripped at his thighs as you came up for air, still jerking his saliva covered cock. Bo looked down at you with a lustful expression. "You're such a bad girl, blowing me while I'm driving."

You giggled, giving kitten licks to his tip. "But you love it, don't you?" You let your teeth graze his tip, chuckling when he hissed. "Stop teasing me." Bo complained, eyes still on the road.

For some reason your bratty side decided to come out. "Then make me." You said proudly, thinking he would wait till y’all got home, but you were surprised when he pulled over. You shot up, looking around as he drove a good distance down a dirt road before stopping.

You looked back at Bo with confusion laced through your face. "Bo what are we doing out here? I thought we were going back home." Bo had a smirk on his face. "I can't wait any longer. I need to have you."

You opened your mouth to question him, but with no shame Bo got out of the car, not even pulling up his pants, and grabbing you.

He drug you to the front of the truck, picking you up, and placing you on top of the truck’s hood. You let out a squeal as Bo spread your legs and pulled your panties down your ankles. "Bo!" You gasped out, watching as he got down on his knees.

"Shhh, let me have a taste of you." He did what he said, licking a strip up your cunt. You moaned as his tongue played with your folds, taking in your sweet juices. Bo pulled back, pushing a finger in. "Fuck, you taste s'good." You smiled at his praise, feeling his mouth on your clit and finger pushing deep in you.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. Bo was engulfed in your scent and taste, his nose bumping at your folds. He was slurping and lapping at you, making dirty noises.

Your hand was in his hair, gripping at the slightly curly hair. "Oh fuck, just like that Bo. Just like- that-" Your words were kinda quiet as Bo was eating you out.

Your back began to arch, making your hips rise, but Bo was quick to pin you down. You pulled at his hair, trying to get him to stop. "B-Bo, I'm so close, s-stop." Bo kept licking and shoving his fingers in and out before pulling away.

He stood up, his lips and chin shining from your arousal. You quickly pulled him down for a sloppy kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. Bo was between your legs in a heated make out session.

You pulled back with a smirk, licking up his cheek, tasting yourself. "Get up, over the hood." Bo demanded, gently slapping your ass when you got up.

You bent over the hood, swaying your ass side to side. "Fuck me, daddy." Bo growled at the name, slapping your ass once more.

He jerked himself a little bit before rubbing his tip at your entrance. You both moaned in sync when his cock finally pushed in you, your cunt sucking him in deep.

Bo stood there for a second, letting you adjust to him. "Y'ready?" You nodded your head, backing your ass against him.

Bo immediately thrusted in you, grabbing your hips and pulling you back. His ass smacked against his hips a loud clapping noise echoing around the road. You moaned, hands going into a fist since you were bent over the car and had nothing to grab.

He let out a growl as his cock hit deep inside you. He’s been waiting for this moment for almost 2 weeks and now that he’s finally getting it he’s gonna make sure you both drive home satisfied.

He leaned down, placing wet kisses on your shoulder and up the back of your neck, biting and suckling dark hickeys that you're sure would be noticeable by the two brothers. “Bo-” You whimpered, hissing when his teeth bit your neck like a vampire.

You reached behind you to fist his hair, pulling him down to you. Your back was arched high as Bo’s hips never faulted. His pace was still hard and steady no matter the position.

His hips were smacking against your ass as moans fell from your mouth. They were loud, but restricting as you tried to stay quiet. You both were fucking on a car hood near a dirt road. You didn’t know if people lived down it or what animals were in the woods.

Bo broke the kiss, pinning your hips down on the car and harshly thrusting in you. You groaned, laying flat on your stomach, letting Bo use your body like you were some sex doll, but Bo didn’t like the fact you laid down.

He wanted you to be up and vocal, so he grabbed your hair, forcing your head up and back so you were looking up at him upside down. “Stay up, I want you to watch as I fuck you.” You pathetically moaned at his words, clenching down on him hard.

That made Bo’s hips stutter and a somewhat moan mixed with a groan coming out. You smiled, never hearing that before while Bo just gave you a death glare. The clapping noises were getting louder as his pace picked up.

You let out a loud squeal when his cock hit your sweet spot. Bo smirked when he found the spot. “Right there? Is that your spot?” He asked, targeting the spot, hitting it once more.

You moaned again, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten. “Fuck, you look so good bent over my truck like this.” Bo praised, finally letting go of your hair, now fully focusing on your sweet spot.

His cock drilled into your g-spot, your moans growing into screams. It almost sounded like you were getting killed. "Bo, baby, I- I’m so close." You whined, cunt squeezing his dick hard. “Yeah? Y’gonna cum f’me? Cream on my cock?” You nodded your head fast, not trusting your words.

“Then do it, cum for me.” All it took was a few more thrusts and it was done for you. You came with silence, mouth open, but nothing coming out. All you felt was pleasure erupting through your body. Bo’s mouth dropped open as well, but a moan came from him.

The moment you came he did to after feeling your vice grip on him. Your body fell limp on the cold hood, your erected nipples rubbing against it. Your body twitched from time to time when his cum shot in you.

Bo slowly thrusted his hip, pushing his cum deeper in you. After a good 3 minutes of letting you recover with kisses, he slowly pulled out before retreating to the car and grabbing some tissue. He helped clean you up and get in the car before driving off.

Another country song played as you both drove home. You looked at him to see a happy expression on his face as he sang the lyrics to the song. “So are we gonna act like we didn’t just have sex on a dirt road on the car?”

Bo turned to look at you. “It’s not my fault! We would’ve been home by now if you didn’t wear that sexy red dress. I couldn’t wait any longer.” He said, acting like it wasn’t a big deal.

You only shook your head in shame with a smile, looking back out the window.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair smut #bo sinclair fluff #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x female reader #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair house of wax #house of wax #slasher smut

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suvidrache · 8 months

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Making Him Things

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 287 | Read it on AO3

Summary: S/O loves to make him things. Featuring: Vincent, Lester, and Bo.

Vincent Sinclair absolutely loves everything that you make him. He would have all of it on his desk. Displayed in the museum with "do not touch" signs. He'd have some of it in his bedroom. Sometimes, he frequently moves your stuff from the museum to his room. He wants to display it for the world to see, but at the same time, he doesn't want them ruining it, and so sometimes your stuff is there, sometimes it isn't. He would also make you items and display it in the museum or give it to you.

Lester has a full room of your stuff. He started off by putting it in his room, but over time, the stuff became more and more, so he placed all the things that couldn't fit in his bedroom into the spare room. He leaves the door open because sometimes he just stands in the doorway and admires the things that are there. He gives you anything cool that he can find or anything that he finds that reminds him of you. He wishes he could do better, but he knows that he isn't a great artist - he'll never be Vincent.

Bo loves the things you make him. He has it everywhere. His room, the shop, and various places in the house that he frequents. He enjoys seeing your work and adding to his collections. He would ask Vincent to make you items and then Bo gives them to you, as if he bought something for you or maybe even made it for you. He can't make things. You both know that. The best he could do is fix up a car and give it to you, but he wants something more special.

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small-sinclair · 7 months

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For you

Obsessed!Bo Sinclair x reader

Tw: mention of blood, gore, Bo being obsessed with reader, mention of him wanted to drink blood, he’s a bit unhealthy, beheading in graphic detail!!!! (Maybe you can read this as I’m being a vampire if you squint?)

Let me know if you want more Obsessed!Bo Sinclair!

When he found you bleeding on the floor and crying in the House of Wax, he felt his heart shatter. He felt as if his world was falling apart because he couldn’t keep you safe.

“You’re hurt,” he whispers silently to himself, pain in his voice. There’s still blood in his hair from the latest kill, but the wild and untamed eyes turned worried and hurt when he sees your leg scrapped. Though it wasn’t it big or major, you still cried from the pain.

He knelt next to you and caressed your cheek. He thumbed away the stray tears that fell, and it felt like acid burning through his skin and bones. “Who did this to you?” He asked gently, his voice mixed in venom and silk. “Who did it?”

You leaned into his touch. “It doesn’t matter—“

“Sweetheart,” he starts, lifting your chin with his hand. “Tell me. Who did this?” You could see blood and red starting to fill his blue eyes. “Point to me where he went.”

You didn’t need to tell him anything as he heard the girl running away screaming from Vincent. He looked at you then at Vincent, and he slowly raised your hand to kiss it. His lips were soft and cracked against your skin. “I’ll be back, my sunflower,” he whispers in your skin. “I promise. Her head will be yours.”

He doesn’t let you say anything else as he stands up and leaves. He’s a hunter, born and raised. The taste of blood and bone will be forever stained in his teeth and tongue.

“She’s mine,” he hissed at Vincent as he walked past him, stealing the dragon-headed knife handle. He knows the girl can’t leave. She’s trap in this maze his mother created.

He’s like a wolf approaching a rabbit as he enters a room. He sees the girl trying to escape, and he only smirks. He loves it when they run and escape. Bo drew closer to her, the knife tight in his hand until his knuckles turned white. Flashes of you crying and bleeding in front of him made his heart burst and boil. The cries from the girl muffled away in his ears and her pleads go unheard. With a mighty shove, he had her on the ground. She coward away from him but he stood over her. He could see her lips moving, but her words didn’t reach him.

The only thing he heard was your broken sobs of pain and the acid tears that touched his skin. You’re his sunflower, his deity, the one he’ll hunt for. He felt like he failed you when he saw you hurt. Your tears and blood stained on his paints. He’s not worthy of your blood. He can’t be. The more he thought about you crying, the more he wanted the girl gone. He didn’t her in town. He didn’t want you to see her ever again.

He raised the knife high and brought it down. He felt the skin and the blade cutting, but it wasn’t fatal. He stabbed again and again, over and over, until she laid barely breathing and tears streaming down her cheeks. He felt the warmth of the blood on his face and smiled like a devil. He twirled the knife with his fingers and brought it over the girl’s throat, cutting it deep. Even when dead, he didn’t stop. He cut deeper and deeper under her head was clean off. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted it high. He tilted his head to the side and examined the girl and her face without a care in his eyes. Bo stood with her head in his hand and walked back where you were.

Vincent was next to you as he helped bandage your leg. He frowns when he saw you, but his smile returns. He felt like a servant bring an offering to a royal as he came closer with the girl’s head hanging from her hair in his hands. He promised to bring you her head, and he was going to keep good. He would carved your name in his skin with a rusty spoon if you ask him— no, command him. You’re his everything, and he’ll serve you until the bitter end. He’d lick your blood off the floor and worship the ground you bled on if it pleases you! The very thought of it made his heart flutter just a bit along with the idea of you letting him taste your blood. He wanted to feel closer to you… he wanted to know how you would tasted.

He stands a couple feet away from you when he falls to his knees. You look over and horror fills your eyes once you see the girl’s lifeless eyes looking at you. You want to scream, but you can’t. You couldn’t.

Bo place the head between you and him as he lowered his head to a bow. “For you,” he says in a low voice. “Her head as promised.”

You can’t speak as you look at the head then back at Bo. He’s done it. He’s gone to far in loving you that it’s become unhealthy. The puppy blue eyes that he flashes, the hearts dancing in his eyes, and the sweet rose petals and daisy voice no longer feels safe. He did this for you.

Just.

For.

You.

Sickness fills you but your eyes roll back and you fell in Vincent’s arms.

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the-smiling-grinner · 1 month

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i love this so much 💪💪💕💕

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair house of wax #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #house of wax (2005)

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msookyspooky · 2 months

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HoW fandom: "Bo clearly manipulated Vincent! He never wanted to kill; only to please their Mama that Bo clearly must have lied about! He's nothing like his pos brother!"

*Vincent recording how he impaled a pipe through Paige's head to remember it. Vincent not even snapping Wade's neck to put him out of his misery while waxing him when it holds their head in place anyways. Vincent having the most kills. Vincent going after victims in the woods without telling Bo. Script Vincent being the one to viciously kill the opening beauty pagent girl on the old back road and chase her down. Vincent having his own special knives for killing he's extremely skilled with / uses frequently while Bo had a tiny lil knife in his back pocket, nippers and rely's on a shotgun as a last resort he can't aim.*

#2024 CHALLENGE: stop infaltizing mute slashers #Nah ur art hoe is just as apathetic to victims as Bo he's just not as sexually charged as Bo is #They both have different reasons to kill but they both are sadistic and apathetic and vengeful #I'd like to think the surgery made Bo have his anger and lack of control but other than that him and Vince act similar #Bo just wasn't encouraged to excell at wax sculpting as Trudy's fav like Vince was #bo sinclair house of wax #bo sinclair #house of wax vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax (2005)

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adalwolfgang · 9 months

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S/O flirting with Sinclair brothers

Thank you and love you💜💜💜

Sinclair brothers reaction to being flirted with.

Warning: These reactions are from my viewpoint on the characters and their backstory in the movie. So I tried making their reactions as real and accurate as possible.

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner(s)

Beaugard (Bo) Sinclair : 8.3/10

Caught off guard

“Now hold on a damn minute. I’m supposed to be the smooth talker!”

He isn’t opposed to the idea of someone flirting back at him, especially if you’re a tourist since that just tells him you’ve taken the bait of him just being a charmer. But now if you’re both together? He pouts, trying his best to hide his warm face. It’s not that he doesn’t like you flirting with him, it’s just he doesn’t like the idea of someone getting a reaction out of him. Especially when it comes to flirting. He much prefers when he can make you a hot mess and turn into a puddle.

Lester Sinclair : 8/10

Flattered

“Aw, yer makin’ me blush!”

He loves the attention. Both his parents never gave him the attention like Bo and Vincent got so to get it from someone now? He’s lovestruck. If you’re a tourist and quickly start flirting with him, he’ll get on his knees begging Bo to let him keep you. All the tourists he’s encountered were nothing but rude and disrespectful towards him. But you flirting with him and showing interest? Sign him up. Now, that being said. If you two are already together and you start flirting with him. He acts like a school girl. It’s flirty banter back and forth between the two of you as both of y’all’s faces get warmer with each word.

Vincent Sinclair : 9/10

Extremely flattered

Vincent was always reassured by his mother that he was a handsome boy. Hell, he knew good and well she favored him over all 3 of them. When you first met, finding him in the wax museum while your group was off getting killed doing who knows what, you started praising his work and also his looks. Complimenting his hair, his clothes, and his mask. By the time you ran out of things to compliment him on, he was a flustered mess under his mask. Quickly he decided that you would live since he so longed craved for that praise that his mother used to give him. Now, just like with the other two, if y’all were both already together and you started flirting with him, he’d crave more. He wouldn’t want you to stop flirting. He enjoys the attention. He’s been raised with having all the attention on him due to his mother babying him til her death so to get attention from you? He’s struck gold.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #slashers x reader #house of wax (2005)#house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #house of wax x reader #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #reader insert #x reader #bo sinclair house of wax #lester sinclair house of wax #vincent sinclair house of wax #sinclair brothers x reader

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bloodskipper · 4 months

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Bo Sinclair x reader | Hell or High Water | Pt. 18

CONTENT WARNINGS: kissing/making out, sexuality, cigarette smoking

Sneaking in and out of Bo’s room became your new favorite pastime.

In-between your daily boring duties, you and Bo would tacitly grab each other’s attention with a wink or a smile or quite deliberately brushing past one another’s hips on your way to separate destinations (he’d always turn to watch your ass as you left). Sooner or later, you knew you two would end up in an empty house, Bo’s bedroom door cracked open, a mix of sweat and hands and breath enveloping you.

Bo’s fingers were forever stained with motor oil, but it never mattered, especially when he was frantically unbuttoning his shirt, his lips still focused on yours. Pinning you against the wall with one hand while the other crept inside your shirt, your back arching in response. A devious smile would spread across his face while he ran his tongue along his lips.

“I know what you need, baby…”

Before you knew it, your clothes were scattered on the ground, you and Bo gripping each other in a frenzy. Pleasing you seemed like second nature to him as he knew when and where to lay on the pressure or barely graze your skin.

Keeping your secret wasn’t difficult, but you played the part well.

One particular evening, you were washing dishes in the kitchen sink when a pair of arms snaked around your waist, grabbing you tightly.

“Hey, pretty thing,” Bo whispered, his warm lips quickly moving down to kiss your neck.

You grinned and wriggled from his grip. “Be careful! What if-”

“Y/N!” Lester called as he plodded in, work boots leaving a trail of mud through the front of the house.

Turning with a wince, you whined, “Man, I just mopped!”

“That’s why I was calling your name, honey-bun.”

He nodded his chin toward the mop bucket and slipped out of his shoes over to you and Bo.

“What do we got goin’ on here?” Lester’s eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean!?” shot out of your mouth.

Bo slid a toothpick in between his teeth and cooly leaned against the counter. “Ah, I was just tellin’ Y/N a little bit about cars, in case we ever want ‘em to fix up the truck.”

“Hmm,” Lester breathed. “Well it just so happens a headlight’s out. Ya get that far yet?”

“No, sir,” you chuckled, turning back to dry a plate.

Lester slapped his knee and hollered, “Hoo-wee! Now that’s what I like to hear. I always like an open mind.” He peered out the window and turned to you.

“Looks like we got a little bit of daylight left. I can take ya out front and give ya a pointer or two, just you n’ me.” He batted his eyelashes and shrugged cutely.

You dried your hands, shooting Bo a questioning glance; he replicated your look and shrugged.

“Sure, why not.”

Lester grabbed two beers out of the fridge, handing one to you and leading you out of the house. He popped the hood and got out a flashlight.

“Here, hold this,” he instructed.

You snorted. “Tch, you sound like a dad.”

“Just do it.”

He reached inside to disassemble the necessary components, explaining every step in excruciating detail.

“... so here’s the bulb. See? The filament’s busted. It ain’t good… Y/N, are you listening?”

“Yep, got it.” You swore you had just fallen asleep standing up.

Lester sighed. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow. Say, did you finish your beer?”

A few drops of liquid swished around in the bottom of your bottle. “Yeah, almost.”

“Need another?”

Red flag: why was Lester being nice to you?

“No… I’m good.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels. “Okay, well… if ya ever wanna learn more about cars, ya know my number.” He nodded with an earnest smile before heading back in.

Your head swam for a moment as you looked back at the truck’s hood, Lester’s tone uncomfortably mixing with the sight of the oily machinery. The sound of a lighter flaring caught your attention.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Bo took a drag off his cigarette and kissed your cheek from behind. Crickets chirping and Bo’s presence always made nights feel extra-special.

“Learn anything?”

With a confused expression, your eyes darted around the machinery within the front of the truck.

“Uh… no. Not really.”

Bo scoffed. “Yeah, Lester’s never really been much of a teacher.”

“Then I guess I’m just stuck learning from you.” You scrunched your nose at Bo playfully. A cigarette between his lips, he pulled you into a sweet hug around your waist.

“That’s right, honey. Me, and only me.”

The inflection on his last sentence melted you deeper into Bo’s chest. He never missed a chance to rouse you, whether it be with his words or his touch.

“Should we… head up to your room?” you whispered against his neck.

Stomping out his cigarette, he looked at you with a smirk. “A little eager, ain’t we?” He chuckled and gave your hip a squeeze. “No. I got a better idea.”

Your hand soon found its way in Bo’s, and he led you down the driveway into the middle of Ambrose. The power was off in the town for the night, making the sky’s dark background pop against the glimmer of stars. Your pace gradually slowed until you were at a full stop, gazing in awe at the beautiful sky above.

“Wow,” was all you could quietly say.

Bo stayed silent, draping an arm over your shoulders, lightly tracing circles on your arm with his thumb. Pulling you close, he rested his lips on your head to pepper in a few tender kisses.

“Mmm, it’s nice to see this… with somebody else.”

The humid summers of Louisiana were emphatic with nature, the chirping of frogs and crickets blending into the buzz of cicada wings. Bo surprised you with a spin and a dip, softly whistling “Southern Nights” by Glenn Campbell. Time in Bo’s arms was always perfectly spent; the energy that radiated from him during your secluded moments filled the space around you with nothing but comforting bliss.

With another glance up at the sky, he turned back to you. “It’s gorgeous, but it ain’t got nothin’ on you.” You laughed as he started burying kisses into the curve of your neck, pulling your hips closer to his.

“Now who’s eager?” you giggled. “We’re in the middle of town. How obvious is that?”

“Just a liiiittle longer, honey pie...”

Bo eased you backwards onto the front door of the mechanic’s shop, its darkness especially enticing, considering that’s where you had first met one another. His lips met yours in a sugary kiss laced with more desire than you bargained for. One of his hands pinned you against the door while the other found its way to your lower back, over the stretch of your hips. You couldn’t help but close your eyes as they rolled further back into your head, your tongues circling the other’s. Bo slowly licked the inside of your lips and looked at you.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

He ran a hand through his hair and stared at you.

“Darlin’, I don’t know what I was doin’ here without you all this time.”

You grinned and planted a kiss on his jawline. “You don’t have to know.”

He returned your smile and went right back to work, his touch encouraging chills across your body. It was impossible not to let your hands wander around Bo with sweat dampening his work shirt and hair.

With a swift reach for his keys, Bo unlocked the shop’s front door and led you inside. Bright moonbeams glowed through the back windows, barely illuminating the outline of the room’s fixtures. Obviously Bo knew every step in and out of that shop as he insisted you up against the front counter.

“Maybe we can finally finish what we started back at the House the other night.” Eyes softening, he brushed the tip of his nose against yours.

Truck lights briefly flooded the shop through its large front windows, causing you and Bo to freeze in your tracks.

Bo haphazardly shoved his shirt back into his jeans before smoothing down his hair in the process of meeting his brother outside.

“Hey man, what’s goin’ on with you?” Bo shakily called out to him. Lester’s expression was painfully cloudy.

Bo watched him as he stepped out of the truck and slammed the driver door.

“There you are!” Lester’s voice held the slightest tinge of annoyance.

Clearing his throat, Bo took a few steps toward him. “Where else would I be?”

Lester frowned, shrugging off his brother’s weak attempt at a joke.

“Listen, I need to talk to you about somethin’. It’s Y/N.”

Wow wow wow!!!! Lester is thinking up something... but where's old Vince in all this?

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