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kausstar · 3 months

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ᯓ ✶ ROUGH HANDS ◞ bo sinclair.

headcanon tags sfw + nsfw content. mdni. bimbo! female! reader — no description of reader besides you wearing small clothes and having a boyfriend. slightly pervy! bo. mentions of lester being attracted to you. cheating (can you cheat on someone who’s dead tho??). most headcanons are based off the movie. car sex. names used → sweet thang and poundcake cause i want him to pound m-

slightly pervy! bo who didn’t know of your group’s existence until lester tells him he should be expecting a group of three that afternoon.

slightly pervy! bo who hears lester’s comment on the “pretty thang” of the three and how bo would love the sight of her. his brothers grin and laugh selling it even more.

slightly pervy! bo who doesn’t understands his brothers obsession until he spots you, with your small shirt and short shorts that barely covered your ass. he grins to himself but his jaw quickly tightens when he spots some guy glued to your side— someone that lester didn’t mention.

slightly pervy! bo who tries to push down the annoyance as he walks to the front after hearing your calls to see if anyone was in the gas station, but he doesn’t expect to see just you standing there.

slightly pervy! bo who could barely pay attention to the words coming out of your mouth because of the big eyes and full smile you gave him as you asked for a belt for your car. slightly pervy! bo only coo’s at you about not being specific enough and asks you to come with him to the garage area.

slightly pervy! bo who asks you a couple questions to figure out what type of belt you need but none of them you could really answer. you slightly frown and muster up, “sorry, i don’t much about cars” making him wave you off with that pretty grin he’d been giving you the whole time. “it’s alright, sweetheart.”

slightly pervy! bo who asks if your boyfriend knows anything about them to which you answer with a nod before the gas station door opens and your boyfriend comes walking through, eyes quickly finding the two of you. slightly pervy! bo who watches as he comes to your side, giving bo a warning look as he wraps his arm around your waist.

slightly pervy! bo could only let out an amusing chuckle at him before asking him what he needed to which he replies with a better answer than you did.

slightly pervy! bo gives a look at the wall of fan belts—even goes as far to check the numbers, before looking over at you and your boyfriend. “i don’t see any but i have sum up at the house,” he said before nodding in the direction of the door.

slightly pervy! bo who steps aside for your boyfriend to check it himself. “you gotta be joking,” he frowns, looking at all of them. “it’s only a couple blocks, we could walk,” slightly pervy! bo adds sharing a glance between you and your boyfriend. your boyfriend gives you at look, as if wanting you to add your thoughts but you’re too busy looking at the tools on the wall to even care for the conversation.

slightly pervy! bo grins at your amusement before looking at your boyfriend who gives him another sharp look. “i guess we could walk,” he groans.

slightly pervy! bo who hadn’t realized it was getting dark until the three of you began your walk. you and your boyfriend walked slightly behind him, allowing him to lead the way.

slightly pervy! bo who can’t help but over hear your whispers. “sure you trust this guy, sweetheart?” your boyfriend whispers, to which you reply, “he was really sweet to me earlier”, probably with a smile.

slightly pervy! bo who hasn’t realized how bad he needs you until you speed up a bit to walk side by side with him half way into your walk and ask his name. your big eyes making his grin turn into a half smile. “curious, aren’t ya? how ‘bout yours first?” you are quick to nod and give him your name to which he gives his in exchange with grin.

slightly pervy! bo who’s slightly surprised when your eyes light up and you tell him how cute his name sounds.

slightly pervy! bo who hears you repeated it over and over again, and who can’t help but think about how it would sound when you’re begging him to cum.

slightly pervy! bo who hears your boyfriends say, “thinking about something?” but doesn’t pay it much attention until he looks over to find him speaking to him. slightly pervy! bo only gives your boyfriend a grin before shaking his head, looking down to his feet with a even wider grin then ahead, “only gotta couple more steps to go.”

once at the house, slightly pervy! bo offers the two of you a ride back down and you’re boyfriend’s hesitant but you’re quick to take him up on the offer and get in. to no surprise, your boyfriend doesn’t follow, and says he needs to use his bathroom.

inside the house, slightly pervy! bo points the man upstairs and explains where the bathroom is before heading to get the fan belt.

slightly pervy! bo who hears a loud scream from upstairs as he makes his way to the front door. hoping you hadn’t heard from outside.

slightly pervy! bo who closes the door behind himself as he leaves the home, grin spread at seeing you still sitting in the car.

slightly pervy! bo who slides himself into the car with you and who gives a simple excuse to why your boyfriend hasn’t come out of the house yet. even though he knows his brother has probably already waxed his face clean.

slightly pervy! bo who’s not surprised when he catches the way you rub your arms, trying to get warm. “ya cold?” he mumbled, making you look towards him and nod. you watch as he raises his arm and sits it upon the top of the seat. you share a glance between the open space and his face, clearly unsure.

slightly pervy! bo didn’t understand what had changed since he and your boyfriend had left. maybe you’d heard the scream, he slightly frowned at the idea. he wanted to keep you. “i don’t bite… too hard,” he says with a grin, trying to lighten your heart. he could tell you didn’t understand the jokes but you don’t allow it to shy you away from his warmth.

slightly pervy! bo who watches you move over and allow his arm to wrap about you. he feels you relax in his touch as your sweet smell takes over his senses. “you’re sweet,” you mindlessly say, moving closer to him. he lets out a chuckle, looking over at you in disbelief, “sweet, huh?” as if you knew he was looking at you, you look at him with a light smile. “yeah.”

slightly pervy! bo doesn’t try to hide the glare he gives your lips. “might really have to keep you,” he mumbles to mostly himself. the lingering tension that the both of you don’t shy away from leads bo to lean in.

slightly pervy! bo who finally meets your lips in a kiss. lips greedily kissing you deep and rough. you whine at how rough he’s kissing you but it isn’t a complaint. “bo,” you whine, hoping he would hear you through his kisses. “can i?” you ask, hand rubbing at his leg. “come on,” slightly pervy! bo responds, and you straddle his lap.

slightly pervy! bo who, once his cock is free, allows you to slide him inside of you. you rock your hips a bit, trying to adjust before going any faster but he doesn’t acknowledge that and grips your hips, moving you up and down on his cock. you yelp at the sudden slam of his cock.

slightly pervy! bo who allows you to get on top and ride him but doesn’t let you fully take control. his hands gripping at your hips as he controls how slow and fast you move. “fuck.” his eyes watched as you moan out, eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“bo, think i am gonna cum,” you mull out, hands gripping his shoulders. “gotta wait,” is all he said, his pace not even remotely slowing as he begins bucking his hips up into you. you whine but obey him, continuing to take his cock.

slightly pervy! bo who loves the feeling of your cunt clinching onto him and your whine begging him to cum. “please, bo. really needa cum,” you moan. he’s close, really close. “go ahead, sweet thing,” he groans, hand going to your face to make sure you look at him as you cum. he fucks up into you, groaning as your pussy cum all over him. the clinching of your cunt milking him dry as he cums deep inside of you.

slightly pervy! bo who feeling you move up and down on him while your coming down from your high, enjoying the feeling of him inside of you.

 2024 kausstar.

𝓴aus. this has been my drafts since july 17, 2023 soo please ignore the smut.

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small-sinclair · 11 months

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Kinda smutty but: Imagine the Sinclairs in a craze for you…

Vincent coming up behind you and wrapping his string arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck, kissing your skin, loving you. He whimpers lightly until you look at him. He stops and kisses your lips, holding you closer and tighter until you melt away. He spins you around and lifts you up; you weigh nothing him. He kisses until you both pull away breathless. You hold his face and rests against his forehead, hanging your arms over his shoulders as he carries you to his bed. Vincent lays you down and treats you like royalty, taking everything nice and slow, rough and tender. He loves you so much that he doesn’t know what to do sometimes besides being near you.

Lester lifting you up to sit on his tailgate so he could rest his head in your chest, hands running up and down your thighs before warping you in a warm embrace. Your hands taking his hat off so you can play with his flatten curls while his kisses linger down your jaw over your neck. He just wants you in his arms and litter you with so much kisses while mumbling “I love you” the whole time. Then he cups your cheeks and kisses you deeply and passionately, bruising your lips until they’re numb. His hands fall over your breast and massages you, whispering your name like a prayer, and he praises you like you’re his god. He’s so much in love with you that it drives him over the edge sometimes.

Bo having a bad day and just sees you coming to the shop with a jug of sweet peach ice tea. Him just meeting you in front of the shop to lift you up by your legs and smash his lips against yours. He wants you more and more, deeper and deeper the pit in his chest grows for you. He smiled against your lips and sits you on the front counter, kissing your neck, nipping at your skin, repeating “mine; all mine” until he’s so drunk off your scent he can’t stop staring at you, and his hands are so focused on rubbing your arms, thighs, neck. His lost eyes closing as he leans into your hands, kissing the palms and starts praising you for every little thing you do. “Le’me worship you, darlin’,” he’ll drawl, his southern voice so deep and heavy as he kisses you again. “Need you, sweetheart. Need ya bad.” And he lifts you up again only to carry you to a tailgate in the shop, lowering you down, kissing and marking you all over because he wants more and more and more of you. Bo loves you so much that he would burn for you, kill for you, die for you, hunt for you— everything he does, he’ll do it for you until you tell him to stop.

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im-his-druidess · 5 months

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Hello, I want to request Vincent Sinclair and RZ Michael Myers with prompt 8 A/B/O. Thank you in advance

Since you want both characters I'm going to write this as headcanons

“You’re too weak to make a nest.”

Vincent Sinclair

Would be on your ass about making a nest early and then just sit back once you realize you should've prepared sooner like he wanted you too and now you are on the verge of being Heatsick, but your instincts are still screaming at you to nest.

He would, after silently gloating about being right, try to help you with the nest. However you just hiss and snap your teeth at him because your Alpha can't join the nest until you deem it perfect.

At least that's what your hindbrain is screaming at you.

Cue his mother hen instincts and suddenly he's worried and following you around as close as he can.

Rumbling softly in his chest to show he's not a threat, pumping out pheromones to help calm you, and handing you whatever you think you need for the nest to be perfect.

Won't complain much if you end up stealing most of his clothes because now he just wants you in the nest so he can take care of you.

You both end up stressed and he eventually has to wrestle you into the nest to calm you down until you feel a bit better to continue.

Michael Myers

Let's you do your own thing while he watches curiously.

Your Heat was early and now you are verging on getting Heatsick and he's still just watching you.

It reminds him a bit of the little threadbare nests he made while locked away, when he was still young and missed his mom and sister, but grew out of once his Alpha instincts kicked in.

Now he's almost anxious, although you couldn't tell, about joining you in the nest.

All his pent up desires and instincts are in overdrive, finally getting to do what he wants with his Omega without anyone watching or taking notes, and eventually his constant release of pheromones make you too weak to move.

He'll take over at that point, finish the nest the best way he thinks even if it means ripping the curtains off the wall, before bundling you in the nest with him.

A rough raspy purr croaking from him as he waits for you to get some strength before tending to your Heat.

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6lostgirl6 · 1 year

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Taking Care of Him When He's Hurt HCs

Requested by: @rottent33th

How about the Sinclair Brothers with a spouse that is constantly worrying over them? Like they come home a little bruised up and are immediately rushed and taken care of.

TW: Cursing

Bo Sinclair

With his duty of dealing with troublesome people passing through Ambrose, getting hurt in some way can occur.

As Bo's fiancé, you have already experienced a few instances of Bo returning home with something bleeding, broken or bruised.

However, that doesn't mean that your worry over him has lessened.

In fact, it increased ten-fold when he once returned home with his shoulder completely out of his socket.

You could become a full-time nurse with how much you learned from taking care of your future husband.

You would never forget the very first time he came home hurt and wounded.

You spent the day watching television while Bo was down at the gas station, however when it started getting dark, you began to worry.

Usually, Bo would be home before dark because he knew that you would worry about him if he didn't. Therefore, something must have happened.

You sat up and began to pace a little, watching the door and hoping he would turn up and say that he just 'lost track of time.'

However, you were wrong when your spouse practically slammed himself into the house and roughly land against the wall, gripping his side.

Your eyes lazer-focused on the blood soaking through his fingers and mechanic suit and you immediately acted.

"What the hell happened?!" You demanded, rushing over to him and trying to pull his hand away to assess the damage.

"Fuckin' bitch stabbed me!" He replied, pulling away from your touch and heading towards the kitchen. "This group was damn-near worse than yours."

Yes, once upon a time you were an actual victim of your current fiancé when your group stumbled upon Ambrose and wanting to take a break from your road trip. When you were the only remaining survivor, Bo found you interestimg and actually spared you, keeping you to himself.

The rest was history.

"Please, let me help you!" You followed him and urged him to sit down. "Baby, you're bleeding!" You exclaimed, grabbing his bloody hand and making him look at you.

He paused, staring at you while tears began to form in your eyes. He hated when he made you worried and upset. Which was why he wanted to take care of it himself and lay down for a while before seeing you again.

He stared for a moment before giving a small sigh. "Course, darlin'." He replied, sitting down on the stair when you pulled it out for him.

You knew that Bo didn't like asking for help or admitting when he needed it.

Therefore, you weren't that offended when he didn't want you helping at first.

You looked at the wound and luckily it wasn't too deep and didn't hit any major organs.

You proceeded to clean off the blood and disinfect the wound, causing him to wince slightly.

As an apology, you leaned in to give him a small kiss which he gladly returned, gripping the back of your head eagerly.

Pulling away, you wrapped the wound and helped him into your bedroom to change and relax for the rest of the night.

"Thanks, Darlin'." He muttered, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close to him, closing his eyes for a much needed sleep.

Vincent Sinclair

You have constantly warned Vincent about the dangers of working around hot wax since you discovered his hobby when you both first got together.

Vincent is such an sweet fiancé, but you worry that he would eventually hurt himself.

Vincent is such an sweet fiancé. He always listened to your concerns and reassures you on your worries.

Whenever he would return to the basement to work on his sculptures and/or turn people into them, you would meet him at the door and remind him to wear goggles and protective gloves for his hands.

While Vincent finds this extremely dearing to have you, his spouse, constantly worry for him, he always reassures you in sign language and temple kisses through his mask that he’ll be alright.

After all, he has done this since he was a young boy and as a beginner getting hurt was more common. Now, as a grown man, accidents rarely happen.

With a small sigh and smile, you reluctantly let him return to the basement to work on your own chores around the house to kill some time.

After a few hours, Vincent was working without incident and he was looking forward to teasing you that he managed another day.

However, since he was too buys thinking of you while moving around his work station, he didn’t notice the fresh liquid that coated the floor that was still in the process of dying up.

Yes, he slipped.

In the process, he tried miserably to grab some leverage to catch himself which only resulted in only bringing his equipment down with him to the floor.

The crash shook the entire house.

The crash sent you into autopilot as you rushed towards the basement and down the stairs to make sure Vincent was alright.

Upon entering, you quickly noticed your fiancé on the ground, struggling to pick himself up while surrounded by his equipment and practically covered in wax. The drying liquid coating his hands, and part of his neck while his apron and long-sleeved sweater protected most of his torso.

“Vincent! Are you okay?!” You asked, rushing over to him and lowering yourself to his slowly rising figure, gripping his arm as he finally situated himself onto his bottom rather than his back.

Vincent could only reply in raspy breaths, instantly informing you that he got the wind completely knocked out of his lungs from the impact. Luckily, he didn’t need to speak to communicate with you.

“I’m okay.” He shakily signed, “Just a little sore. I can’t really breathe.”

Your eyes softened, placing your hand on his chest and gently rubbing the ruined cloth of the sweater covering it, hoping to offer some amount of relief. “It’s okay, sweetheart, we can get you upstairs and I’ll take care of your hands when you’re ready.”

After a few more minutes, he was finally ready to head upstairs to receive some medical attention from you. With your help, you brought him up the stairs and into the kitchen, prompting him to sit down while you grabbed the first-aid kit.

Helping him remove his apron, you went ahead and cleaned off the hard wax from his hands and parts of his neck. Luckily, the burns weren’t too serious so you went ahead and cleaned the slight burns and applied some ointment.

You went to grab him a new sweater and helped him replace the ruined material of his old sweater and threw it away. It needed to be replaced anyway.

Meanwhile, Vincent brought himself over to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, a silent way of thanks and appreciation for taking care of him.

Lester Sinclair

You and your future husband live just outside of Ambrose, living a rather quiet life with the occasion of Lester helping his brothers keep the roads looking presentable for future kills.

Since Lester tends to give people rides to Ambrose, he doesn't get into trouble very often.

However, you can't help but worry that Lester could run into people that might take advantage of him.

You were in the middle of feeding the dog when you heard the distinct sound of your fiancé's truck rolling into the dirt driveway.

You smiled and patted the dog's head before stepping inside and the smile dropped from your face from what you witnessed.

Your fiancé exited the truck, refusing to look you with a bruised eye, shirt ripped at the collar, and jacket covered in dirt.

The dog came out to greet him, barking excitingly while Lester bent down to pet him.

You felt tears form in your eyes as you quickly walked over.

"What happened to you?!" You asked, kneeling down and gently pushing the dog away to get a better look at your future husband. "Baby, look at me."

Lester glanced towards you before looking away in shame. "I'm sorry..." He mumbled, "I don't want ya to see me like this."

You shook your head before cupping his face, making him keep focusing on you. "Baby, don't hide from me. What happened?" You asked, stroking his cheek while looking over his bruised face.

"I picked up some people few miles back. They saw my ring and kept makin' jokes. Said some bullshit about you and I saw red." He replied, before covering your hand with his own still on his cheek. "They fuckin' kicked my ass, baby."

You felt the tears return before pulling him close, sniffling as he returned the embrace. "Are you okay though?"

"Yeah...just my ego is a bit bruised." He replied. "I don't want ya thinking I can't protect ya..."

You chuckled softly and pulled away slightly. "Baby, I don't want you to protect me. All I want is for you to be okay and safe."

You played with the golden band around his finger with a small smile. "Let's go get you an ice pack, okay?"

Lester let out a small smile and nodded. "You always know what to say." He replied before following you into the house.

After grabbing an ice pack from the fridge, you quickly placed it on his sore eye before giving him a small kiss on the forehead.

Giving him a moment to himself, you went to the phone plugged into the wall.

It was time to give Bo and Vincent a much needed call.

Nobody fucks with their brother and gets away with it.

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urfavchaotichotmess · 1 year

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Lester, Vincent, Jason and Brahms are the type to be begging on their hands and knees with tears in their eyes to give their partner head. They’re obsessed with it, they do it for their own pleasure not for yours.

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kerokreature · 1 year

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Some Sinclair Headcannons because I have brain rot

These are Sinclair Brothers and Reader who cooks for them a lot

Enjoy

Absolutely lost his shit when he found out you know how to cook and cook well because of his little domestic fantasy

Begs you too cook for him and the family like. “Please Darlin’ can you make another pot roast.” “Please sweetheart can you just fix me something and bring it down into town?”

He’s a southern boy, which means you will absolutely absolutely be making him shit like okra? But especially since this Louisiana he’s going to lose it when you make things like Jambalaya, Crayfish, Étouffée etc

If you bake on top of it he’s gonna lose his shit.

Like I think he kinda subtly has a sweet tooth and especially likes snacks

So if you like bake cookies or something he can just munch on during the day? Game fucking over.

He’s going to be such a flirt when you’re cooking or baking

He’s going to be downright dirty bab out it

Regardless of gender he’s going to call his little house wife, emphasis on his.

He’s the most likely to gift you his mom’s old recipe cards

Lester

Coming in with the excited “Shit you can cook too!?”

Loves anything you make

Prepare to work with some road kill, boy straight up said it’s a waste of meat

But road venison is good as hell, you’re gonna be making deer steaks 10/10

He’ll be so gentle about his requests. “My possum do you think it’d be too much trouble to make some soup”

When you make it he’ll shower you in praise and gentle kisses, he’d be so excited, he would eat every bite

He’d be over excited if you ever packed him a lunch like

He’d just give you that big lop sided grin, turn those soft eyes on you and kiss your forehead. He’d be so so touched

He’s a good respectful southern boy so he wouldn’t go in your kitchen while you’re cooking.

If you also bake boy would he be excited, I picture him losing his mind for cakes especially

Like a rich chocolate cake that’s really spongy and some coffee?? Oh yeah that’s the life

Vincent

He would think it’s beautiful that you cook

He would love to watch you cook, he’d likely sketch you doing so

I feel like he’d bring you cookbooks and recipe cards

He’d be so delicate if you let him help, carefully handing you herbs and spices and watching the perfect mixture you’re creating

Even if you’re a chaotic ass cook (see: author) he’d think you’re perfect, that it’s even more of an art form that you can be so messy and make perfect food

He wouldn’t ever allow you to say something didn’t turn out right. You are not allowed to doubt your cooking, your art . He won’t have it.

He’d be gentle in shushing you, sighing at you that it’s perfect, and he’d make sure you saw him eat every last bite.

I don’t think he’d request things per se unless you asked him what he wanted and then he’d probably sign his response after some thought.

He’s shower you in affection over what you make him, and likely make you something as a gift in return

He doesn’t have as much of a sweet tooth as the other two but he’d still love if you bake

I think his favorite would be Beignets.

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loveandmurders · 7 months

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A new killer is born (Sinclair daughter!reader)

Hello @lupinlovr!! I know it has been almost a year since you commented one of my fic saying:

"what if reader brings her bf home and her parents actually love him (they are still very protective, especially Bo) and the bf finds out what they do, but supports it and wants to help out?",

But today is the day I finally post for it (the proof even miracles can happen)!!

Hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings: no proof reading, killing, blood, very morally grey boyfriend and reader, slight angst, fluff

Your boyfriend had always been very eager to meet your parents, because he strongly believed in family and he didn’t have any.

You had explained to him that your parents were quite intense, and you weren’t too sure it was a good idea, especially because they were very protective of you.

But because you also thought he might be the love of your life, and that he might be able to understand the family business, you wanted to give it a shot.

You were at at family dinner.

“So” you started and your dads instantly looked up at you “I’m currently with someone” you said and you saw Bo’s jaw clenching. “And he'd really like to meet y’all” you finished.

“Why that?” Bo asked

“He’s a family man” you replied, knowing it would please your father “But he doesn’t have any relatives, so he’d like to be one of us”

“Ya’re plannin’ on gettin’ married then?” Bo asked again

“Well... why not. I really love him and he really loves me” you replied

“I’ll be the judge of that” Bo hummed, but he noted you weren’t against the idea of getting married, which was new

“So ya’d be ok with him comin’ here?” you asked and Bo shrugged

“We’ll have to be careful for him to not notice anythin’. What do ya think Vince?” he asked his brother

Are you sure it’s a good idea? Vincent questioned you. Is it only what your boyfriend wants or do you also want him here?

“Well ’m always a bit nervous to introduce people to ya because ya're intense…” you started

“We’re not intense, we just want the best for our daughter” Bo cut you and you rolled your eyes at him

“Yes, father, I know that. But I really think… I mean ’m gonna be the head of the Sinclair family one day, but I can’t be the head if there’s no one else in the family, can I? He knows how to use a gun and he doesn’t mind violence that much… He’s obeyin’ me well too. He definitely has potential to be one of us” you explained and the brothers exchanged a look.

“So ya’d like to have kids with him too?” Lester asked because so far you had never talked about family that way

“Why not” you replied again and the twins arched an eyebrow at you.

“That’s new” Bo commented “Well, bring him here, but..."

“But if ya ain't findin' him suitable, ya kill him?” you asked and the three men nodded at you. You sighed “Alright then”

Your boyfriend was very excited when you told him your parents were eager to meet him as well.

As you drove to Ambrose, you noticed your boyfriend looking around, and he seemed a little bit surprised to realise how empty things were.

You finally arrived in town and you parked in front of Bo’s garage, like you often did.

Bo exited his garage to meet the two of you. He smiled at you and you gave him a hug. You then turned around to introduce your boyfriend.

Your father inspected the boy in front of him before shaking his hand.

“Welcome to Ambrose, I guess” Bo hummed and you rolled your eyes

The fact Bo didn’t kill your boyfriend right away was actually a good sign though.

“It’s really an honour to be here. Your daughter always talks about you and Ambrose with so much love and passion” your boyfriend said. Bo smiled and kissed your temple

“Yeah, she’s a good girl to her family” Bo commented and you smiled back at him. “Hope ya’re good to her too” Bo hummed, his blue eyes piercing through his soul.

“Of course!” your boyfriend exclaimed and he sent you a look for your confirmation

“Of course, or he wouldn't be here” you replied and you smiled reassuringly to both of them.

You were about to add something when you saw Lester’s truck coming in. He parked close by and exited his truck, going right to you. He gave you a bear hug and you giggled at the attention.

You also introduced your boyfriend to Lester and as you had planned it, Lester was nicer.

He shook his hand and asked him how the travel was and did all the small talk that helped put your boyfriend at ease. You were grateful for that.

The four of you kept talking, even if Bo was more observing than participating. You leaned against his side and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“He’s not half bad” he whispered into your ear and you smiled, “Don’t believe I won’t kill him if he displeased me though” he quickly added and you nodded.

“How ‘bout ya prepare us some lemonade, girl?” Bo finally said, knowing that his twin also wanted to have a closer look at the young man you brought home.

You quickly nodded and left Bo’s side. You grabbed your boyfriend’s hand and guided him towards the house as Lester and Bo stayed at the garage to exchange their first impressions on your boyfriend.

You entered the house and you gently asked your boyfriend to stay in the kitchen. You reminded him he was about to meet the masked twin and that he really needed to not stare at Vincent or it would upset him.

And no one wanted Vincent to be upset.

Your boyfriend nodded, without knowing how close to death he was going to be.

He stayed in the kitchen as you knocked at the basement door before going downstairs. Vincent was in the middle of some project but he put his tools down when he saw you. You smiled at him and removed enough of his mask to kiss his cheek. You told him your boyfriend was upstairs, even if Vincent already knew that.

You felt he was really reluctant so you tried to reassure him. What did the trick was that you told him it was okay if he needed to kill your boyfriend. You really loved him, but between him and your family, you would always choose the last one.

You were a Sinclair before anything else.

Your boyfriend actually handled pretty well the first interaction with Vincent and things went smoothly. You even had a family dinner all together. Vincent removed his mask to eat, which was a big proof your boyfriend had done pretty good so far.

You all had a good time and the four men around you relaxed a lot, and you did too.

Bo even let your boyfriend sleep in your room!

(Vincent checked on the two of you in the middle of the night, and you were cutely sleeping, all cuddled up into each other's arms).

But the next day, things seemed to go downhill. A group of tourists came and you weren’t too sure what to do to prevent your boyfriend from noticing anything or from asking questions.

And you couldn’t do much when you heard gunshots.

You wanted to stop your boyfriend, but he was quick and ready to protect his people. He found a knife in the kitchen and you grabbed one too.

You saw your father fighting with a man and you started to run towards him.

Your boyfriend was quicker and he grabbed the man and stabbed him without a second of hesitation. Both you and Bo watched him in pure surprise.

“More fuckers ran away. Vince must be takin’ care of them. But better check out and help” Bo said and your boyfriend nodded.

The three of you started to look through the whole town and you got rid of the last tourists.

Once the job was done, you found your boyfriend in the House of Wax, with Vincent. Their knives were covered in blood and they both were pulling dead bodies behind them.

“Hey, babe, I can explain” you started as you walked to them.

Your boyfriend shook his head “No, no need to explain anything, love. If you kill people here, then I'll start killing too. What do we do with the dead bodies though?” he asked with a tilt of the head.

“This” you replied and you gestured towards the wax statues surrounding the three of you.

“Oh” he hummed “This is smart” your boyfriend continued “I’m eager to help in any way” he said

Vincent signed something for you to translate to your boyfriend. You brightly smiled.

“Welcome to the family” you translated as you leaned to passionately kiss your future husband (Bo was going to make sure of it).

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toescratches · 10 months

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The Sinclair brothers have work to do. A couple of tourists adventure into town. But unfortunately after they've been hunted down and cleaned up, the brothers come across more work and more problems. That being the now abandoned baby in the car.

Tw: Bo is Bo, they're slashers what do you expect, they won't kill the baby obv, the baby is a girl or AFAB, Vincent is here 😱, Lester mentioned, they're conflicted, sorry this is short

tags for ppl who asked for pt2: @peyton-peyton @alicesinclair29 @wheresmyson @wildaces @santa-carla-boardwalk-1987 @blurrymango @sketchy-rosewitch @small-sinclair @hidingfromtex @kitty11sstuffig

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Bo grunts in annoyance as he continues to drag the heavy carrier, along with him up the hill. He takes heavy breaths at the heat and at the extra weight he is carrying with him.

As Bo finally arrives at the steps of the House of Wax, he puts down the carrier, in the shade, and pants as he tries to catch his breath.

Fucking finally he thinks. Bo opens the door for the musem and picks up the carrier. He looks down at the baby. She looks up at him with curiosity and confusion. Bo scoffs and averts his gaze back to the entrance.

Finally he walks inside the museum. "Vincent!! Come out!" Bo yells and groans in annoyance. He sets the carrier on the floor and walks to the other side of the house, to Vincent's cave.

Bo is taken by surprise when his brother emerges up the stairs. "Took you long enough..." He groans under his breath.

Vincent looks up at Bo with a buzzled look in his eye and gesture for an explanation for his yelling.

Bo groans in annoyance, turns and walks back to the carrier in the hall. Vincent tilts his head in confusion but follows his brother.

As soon as Vincent sees what Bo had dragged into the museum, he freezes. What the hell?!

Bo looks down at the baby in the carrier, with his back to Vincent, waiting for his reaction.

Vincent walks around, trying to gather himself and his thoughts. This can't be real. Is all he can think.

The older twin puts his hands into his pockets and sways on his feet. Bo's face is no longer filled with confusion and panic. It's not only frustration, annoyance and curiosity. The baby keeps making quiet noises of coo's and weakly reaches it's hands up to the man above her.

Bo tilts his head as he stares at the child. In the background, behind him, he hears the sounds of Vincent's shuffling feet and his groans of distress.

Bo fights something inside him as he looks down at the child. Eventually he seems to lose this fight as he crouches down and begins to take the baby out of the carrier.

Vincent turns his head at the sound of unbuckling and looks at Bo with confusion. He quickly realizes what his brother is doing, and walks up to his brother to protest.

Vincent desperately grabs onto his brothers shirt and tries to pull him up, and away from the carrier with the baby girl. Bo groans in annoyance and pulls away from his brother's grip. He turns back to look at the child and finally picks it up. Bo holds her in against his chest with a causios and nervous hold, no wonder since he has no idea what he is doing.

Vincent circles his brother and tries to make non-verbal signs to his older brother, to please put the child down and walk away. Bo keep ignoring him as he tries to get a comfortable and a firm, but gentle, grip on the girl.

Vincent whines in distress and desperation as he looks at his brother and turns around with a groan of frustration. Why?! God damnit! Vincent hold his head in his hands as he wanders around.

Bo seems to be unmoved by this as he keeps his attention on the baby girl in his arms.

"Hey, baby... What's your name...?" He whispers with a awkward tone. He is clearly slightly uncomfortable, but tries his best.

The baby only responds with cooing and stares. Bo chuckles at this and lightly bounces the baby in his hold.

Bo keeps the slight smirk on his face as he hears Vincent approaching from behind. His brother walks next to him, and quietly stares.

The black haired(emo) man taps his brothers shoulder, trying to get his attention. Bo turns his head and looks at Vincent with a questioning expression, waiting for him to act.

Vincent begins to sign to his brother. What the hell are you planning?!

Bo chuckles. "C'mon what's up your ass? It's not that big of a deal."

Not that big of a deal?!! It's a baby!! He quickly and dramatically answers.

"Yeah I know that, you shithead!" Bo groans. "I won't make her your problem, okay?! We won't kill a baby... And she's quite quiet, no?" He chuckles.

Vincent groans and lets out a big sigh of frustration. You're acting impulsively! Stop being dumb! We can't take care of a baby!!

Bo rolls his eyes and turns to look back at the baby. "I or Lester will go to the city and buy some shit! It's not that difficult! And think about it, we won't have anyone looking after the town, Mama's town, after we die or get killed!" He tries to reason with his brother.

Vincent sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. I still can't believe this is happening... He sighs with one hand to his brother.

"Let it be already. We'll handle it, and if not us them I will!" Bo grunts and gently bounces the baby around in his arms while looking down at her.—————————————————————————

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Sorry this is so short, I'm such a lazy and slow writer and I felt like I had to upload today!

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waxxl0ver · 9 months

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I have this head cannon where Vincent HATES being call Vinny, but only lets Lester call him it because when they where kids he couldn’t pronounce Vincent properly.

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devil-doll13 · 10 months

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Some House of Wax/Sinclair Brothers Headcanons I’ve had in my head that I’ve already shared w the server but… The rest of the world deserves to know.

Related to gif, Vincent is the ‘medical expert’ of the house solely because he’s the one who knows the human body/first aid the best. I mean, in the movie we see him stitching up those wounds on what’s-his-face pretty neatly, right? This is also part of the reason why he automatically reaches for Bo during this scene.

Given his birth date was sniffed out by fans before me (1970) and this man looks like he’s a cosplayer sometimes, I truly believe Bo idolised Elvis Presley as a kid, and maybe a bit as an adult as well. He still enjoys listening to rock n’ roll from that era when he’s in a good mood. When he’s in a bad mood, or doing his business™️ in his sex dungeon/basement, that’s when the Marilyn Manson comes on.

All of them have had an alt phase of some sort. For Vincent it was goth, for Bo it was rivethead/industrial rock and for Lester it was grunge.

Les is also down bad fucking horrendous for alt people in general. Yes, he has magazines stuffed down his sofa, yes, they used to be Bo’s.

Bo is allergic to nuts. He also gets really nasty hay fever. I also think possibly him having sensory issues/picky eater could’ve led to meltdowns as we see in the opening. And really, it’s the 1970s/80s do you expect his parents to understand or sympathise?

In contrast, Lester has the constitution of a Greek god somehow and has probably eaten some absolutely vile shit as a kid.

I know most people interpret Vince as sweet and shy but… While I do think he’s more measured and withdrawn compared to Bo, I also think being the ‘favourite’ in terms of being Trudy’s little art prodigy contributed to a sort of spoilt brattiness esp as a kid. (Exhibit A: The ‘Bo Sux’ fridge art in the opening) As an adult, there’s still a sense of entitlement to him. What I’m saying is that he’s an insufferable art nerd lol. He definitely isn’t toothless and his arguments with Bo aren’t necessarily one-sided, he’s just capable of ignoring him when he wants to; he’s used to his twin, after all. While I do think he’s capable of being soft, don’t forget this man killed a woman in cold blood and recorded it. I also think he can get snippy enough during arguments to combat Bo’s generally sharp tongue.

Speaking of which, everyone in the (surviving) family knows ASL. It’s necessary when communicating with Vincent.

Again with how prolific a killer Vincent is, I suspect he may be the one who does the most murder out of all of them. Bo is the handsome ‘face’ of Ambrose, and Vincent is right under the seedy underbelly with a knife, ready to spill guts (and then sew it up again once he’s got them in the workshop). Lester is similar to Bo in that he mostly just guides people toward the town, but I do think he gets his own notions sometimes.

From a more x reader perspective, Bo strikes me as a man who’s most charming when he’s not trying to be. Of course he can put on an act for victims/tourists, but those are just empty words, y’know? Also, has a kinda cheesy side.

I know everyone has Jonesy as Lester’s dog but… I think she’s really Vincent’s. In the movie, she’s always seen with Vin or in the house of wax itself, it’s only when he dies that she goes to Lester. I actually think Les is a cat person (tell me he wouldn’t actually encourage their hunting habits for his own personal collection…) while Vin is a dog person. Also, hot take I think Bo loves snakes and reptiles.

Given that the House of Wax and Ambrose itself is a big ol’ art project, and we’ve seen the state of the church (permanently in the middle of dead ass crusty Trudy’s funeral) I think there may be a sort of difficulty letting go of their past in the brothers, maybe some hoarding as well (I mean we haven’t even seen some of the other houses in Ambrose but this is just speculation). We get the sense that Ambrose is a place where time stands still, forever, until its conservationists finally die. Idk I’m talking out my ass here

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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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a-writer-on-elm-street · 1 year

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Shows Of Affection With Bo:

(obviously these are all my own opinions so if you don't agree then that's totally fine just please don't hate👍😊)

It's very rare he'll allow hugs and if he ever does let you hug him, it's incredibly awkward, like his body will be so stiff against yours it's like hugging a sheet of cardboard.

Although there have been a couple of times when he's been able to easily melt into your embrace, his hands resting comfortably on the small of your back, his chin resting on top of your head. This usually occurs during rare moments when he lets his guard down, when he allows himself to be vulnerable with you.

A lot of the time if you're sitting close to him, he'll have his hand resting on your thigh. He doesn't even do it intentionally anymore, it's just instinct at this point. And you still can't decide if it's his way of showing affection or his way of staking claim. Or maybe it's a mix of both? Either way, you'd rather not question it.

Whilst he remains incredibly awkward with hugging, he'll never say no to kissing. Although he's never satisfied with a simple peck, he has to practically devour you when he kisses you.

When there's no one around, he'll let you hold his hand, might even let you play with the ring on his finger if you're lucky.

When you finally tell him you love him, he'll probably just scoff before telling you to shut your mouth. But inside, he's probably losing his shit because no one's told him that in so long. And he definitely didn't expect you to be the one saying it.

It'll definitely take him a lot longer to say "I love you", simply because he's afraid of making a fool of himself. And as much as he doesn't want to admit it, he's afraid to love someone, because everyone else has left him, with the exception of his brothers.

But when he finally does say "I love you", he absolutely makes it difficult. He'll be on his way out one morning and you'll hear him mutter something under his breath. You could've swore he just said he loved you, but that couldn't have been right, could it?

You'll find yourself chasing after him, catching him just as he's about to get into his truck and leave. "Did I hear that right?" You'll ask, noticing how he immediately looks away from you. "Hear what? I didn't say nothin'." "You just said you love me. I heard you!" He'll just readjust his cap on his head and jump into his truck before telling you to shut up, and then he'll drive away like nothing ever happened. But you don't care, because he loves you.

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small-sinclair · 10 months

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A dabble-

Random Tender Moments with Bo Sinclair

To wrap you in his arms and spin you around, hearing you giggle and laugh, makes his heart soar. He smiles as he lowers you to the floor and rests his head against yours. His fingers lock in your hand as a allows a smile to escape. With your other hand racking through his hair, he leans into your touch.

“I love you, Beauregard,” you sing. “You’re my everything.”

He laughs to himself as he kisses your palm. “I love you more, sugar cube.”

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Bo leans against the front of the car as he checks the oil and break fluid, but he stops and looks up to find you toying with his spare parts box. He takes the rag out of his back pocket and wipes away the oil and grim as he walks towards you.

“Find something you like?” He hums as he threw the rag to the side.

You shrug, putting a large bolt on your ringed finger. “Wedding ring?”

He shakes his head and leans down, kissing your forehead. “Later, darlin’,” he promises, taking your hand in his. “Later.”

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When you walked into one of his killings, you froze and made eye contact with him. Frowning, you walk hesitantly towards him and held out your hand. Your ears drown out the woman’s screams as Bo takes your hand, lifting it to his lips.

“Sorry for the mess,” he drawls. “I’ll clean up. Promise.”

You shrug. “Don’t care as long as you don’t drag mug in the house.” Standing on your toes, you place a kiss on his cheek. “Dinner’s at 6:30.”

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His arms wrap around you as he pulls you closer. The thunderstorm and rain won’t stop until the morning. He should be asleep, but Bo can’t. The nightmares became too much tonight, but he’s happy; he has you.

You snuggle against his chest, and he brings the blankets up to your shoulders. His hand stayed on your lower back and closed his eyes. There’s nowhere he’ll rather be. With you, he knows what’s real and he’s safe. No monsters or nothing.

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im-his-druidess · 9 months

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Vincent Sinclair? 👀

Vincent Sinclair 😩👌

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visceravalentines · 2 years

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I have a headache today and many days so here's a few little Sinclair brothers headache headcanons:

Bo offers to break your finger to distract you from the pain. He thinks this is hilarious. It is not.

What Bo will do that is actually helpful is a little touch therapy. He'll put those big hands on either side of your skull or the heel of one hand against your forehead and press hard, harder than you expect, not hard enough to hurt you. And after a minute he slowly, slowly lets up the pressure.

Bo will also run his hands through your hair, nails across your scalp, massage your neck and shoulders. He's got a nice, firm touch and can be gentle when he wants to be.

Vincent is also all about touch, but his is more of the sensory distraction variety. He'll run his fingers along the planes of your face, down your spine, following the trail of muscles and nerves and tension. He'll give you a full-body massage if that's helpful.

Vincent will snuff out all the candles in the basement and turn on soothing sounds (white noise, gentle meditation music, death metal, whatever). He will then guard the stairs with an iron fist and aggressively shush his brothers if they get too loud.

Lester brings you drugs. Lots of drugs. Where did he get all those drugs?? If you're not into synthetic pharmaceuticals, that's fine, he's not either. He can also hook you up with natural remedies, be that a little THC or maybe some herbal teas.

Lester is also the one to make sure you have water and caffeine and have eaten that day. He will bring you a snack if you're nauseous and coax you gently into eating just a little something.

If orgasms are your preferred method of pain relief and distraction, make no mistake, each and every one of the brothers are happy to offer their services however you'd like. It's definitely just for your benefit, of course.

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