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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year

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can you keep a secret? - nick jones

nick jones (house of wax) x reader

warnings : small age gap (3 years), sneaking around, language, slight nsfw, secret relationship

@visceravalentines

a knock on the door caught your attention just as you were finishing up the dishes, and you walked over, throwing the towel you were holding onto the counter. reaching the door, you opened it to see a familiar face.

“hey nick,” you smiled. “what are you doing here?” his hands were in the pockets of his baggy jeans, a black hoodie over his head.

“hey, kid.” he replied. even though there was only a few years between you, and besides the fact that you had turned 18 last year, nick had always called you kid. “have you seen carly? i need to talk to her and she’s not picking up her cell.”

“she’s at the mall with paige,” you explained, paige being your older sister, who was best friends with nicks twin carly. you weren’t super close with any of paige’s friends, but you knew them and had hung out with them a few times when she would throw parties at the house, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you had developed a small crush on nick.

“shit, ok,” he sighed. “do you know when they’ll be back?”

“no- with paige at the mall it could be hours,” you laughed. “you can hang out and wait for them here if you want though,” you offered, stepping aside to invite him in. he seemed to think about it for a moment before finally coming inside the house.

“sure, why not.”

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deciding on watching a movie to pass the time, you found yourself curled under a blanket next to nick on the couch, while some horror movie played on the tv. you kept hoping the movie would end, not because you weren’t enjoying it, but so you could have an excuse to stop sitting so damn close to him. your crush on him was not letting you focus on anything other than how close your legs were to touching, or how good his cologne smelled.

“have you seen this one before?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“no, somehow i think i’ve seen the sequel though.”

“it sucks right?”

“yes,” you laughed, and he smiled, chuckling lightly as he leaned his head against the back of the couch, and you had to try not to notice how his adams apple moved in his throat. he looked back towards you, and you looked away, your face feeling warm from almost getting caught staring.

“you wanna do something else?”

“like what?” you asked, suddenly extremely nervous at what he could be thinking about.

“you got any new music lately?” he asked, and you internally breathed a sigh of relief.

“yeah- my cds are all up in my room,” you explained, standing up and switching off the movie with the remote.

“lead the way,” he smiled. you offered a hand to pull nick up off the couch, and he took it, not letting go as he let you lead him upstairs. once you reached your bedroom, after passing by paige’s pink and blue monstrosity of a room, he looked around at the posters on the dark grey walls.

“you redecorated,” he commented, and you raised an eyebrow.

“not recently- why? what did you think my room looked like?” you asked.

“i think last time i saw it was a few years ago- one of paige’s party’s- but everything was all bright and the walls were purple.” he replied, sitting down at your desk and flipping through a stack of cds next to your laptop.

“oh. yeah, i got bored of the purple so i painted the walls. and i don’t know, i guess i just grew out of all that stuff.”

“i like it. it suits you better now.”

“thanks,” you smiled, even though he wasn’t looking at you. he handed you a cd that he had picked from the selection on your desk, and you put it into the player. the music blasted from the speakers and he picked up a music magazine from your dresser and sat down on tour bed. you sat next to him, reading over his shoulder as he flipped through it. he looked up at you, and you hadn’t realized that you were so close to him, his face inches from yours.

“you should know i don’t really read much,” he admitted, and you smiled.

“good, this issue sucks anyways,” you said, taking the magazine from his hand and tossing it onto the floor.

“really?” he mumbled, his eyes looking at your lips.

“mhm.”

“good. because i know of something else we could do instead.” he closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours, surprisingly gently. he pushed you gently so you fell onto your back against the bed, and slid his black hoodie off, leaving him in a white tank top. he leaned over top of you to connect your lips again, and your hands went to either side of his neck, cradling his jaw and feeling the soft stubble brush against your finger tips. his large hands wandered down your body to rest on your hips, as he nibbled at your bottom lip.

“are your parents gonne be home soon?” he asked, and you thanked god that they weren’t, because you didn’t want this to stop. however, another thought crossed your mind.

“no, but paige will kill you if she finds out.”

“hmmm, i guess she doesn’t need to find out then.” he kissed you again, before trailing kisses down your jaw to suck a dark hickey into the soft skin of your neck. “besides, blondie doesn’t scare me that much.” you laughed, pulling his face back up to kiss him as his fingers started on the button of your pants.

“still- i don’t want her walking in on us if her and your sister get home.”

“i’ll lock the door,” he smirked. “we don’t have to do this though; only if you want to.” he said, getting off you briefly to wait for your response.

“i want to.”

“good,” he smiled, locking your bedroom door before crawling back over you.

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you laid with your head on nicks bare chest, your legs a tangled mess under the blankets as he fingers see patterns on your thigh. you were almost asleep when you heard paige’s car pull up outside, and suddenly you were wide awake.

“relax, doors locked.” nick mumbled, kissing the top of your head. you snuggled closer into him, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“who do you think will be more pissed if they find out- paige or carly?” you asked playfully.

“hard to say. either way i think it was worth the risk, don’t you?” he smiled, and you leaned up to kiss his lips softly.

“definitely.”

#nick jones x reader #nick house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #nick jones #nick jones imagine #chad michael murray #chad michael murray imagine

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skylarsblue · 1 year

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Hii! I would like to ask for Sinclair brothers with a gn s/o who struggles with an ed? Preferably anorexia, but you can make it unspecified if that'll work better for you ^^ Thank you so much and if you need any closer info, I'd be happy to help!

(Hope you're doin' alright and sorry this took so long!)

✦Struggling With An Eating Disorder✦

✦I make this a bit more subtle but please proceed with caution. If you're struggling, there are places to reach out. Including hotlines.✦

✦GN! Reader, unspecified race, height, & body type, again, proceed with caution✦ ✧Vincent; He/They, Bo; He/Him, Lester; He/Him. Bonus: Carly; She/Her, Nick; He/Him✧

✧Vincent Sinclair✧

Vincent's the most emotionally competent of his brothers, which comes with being an artist. They also understand being physically insecure, and wanting to change those aspects of themselves. Vincent will be the one to notice signs even if you haven't said anything.

He's hesitant to actually approach you with his suspicions, but his concern will eventually overtake the anxiety of being wrong. It's hard to be verbally gentle with sign language but they do their best. If you struggle to admit it and start crying or getting upset, they'll do their best to express that they aren't upset in anyway. He's just worried.

Victor was a medical doctor but had some books on mental health, which Vincent has read, and he will go back and reread them if he thinks they'll hold anything that'll help. The information might be outdated but he'll take whatever he can to ensure they know everything possible they can do to help.

Keeping up with a therapist is hard out in Ambrose, and all the brothers are hesitant about you leaving on the chance you let something slip. But, when trust has been built, Vincent will pressure Bo to let you go. If Bo doesn't take you, Lester will. You're likely to miss appointments but Vincent does their best to keep up with it.

They're not good at cooking or with food in general. They don't have a disorder but they forget to eat often. Still, he does his best to eat with you so you don't feel alone with it, assuming that's what helps. In their mind, making it more of a social things leaves less room for your mind to wander and make you feel bad. He'll even take his mask off for you.

Vincent's got a plethora of markers and paint, and they will absolutely go in on everything Bo brings into the house and cross out the calories. Even if that means painting over an entire package.

They enjoy drawing you frequently, and the way they do is always so honest and surreal. If you see his drawings of you, you might ask why he chooses you. Every time they'll respond with a genuine, from-the-heart sentiment. "You're the best muse I could have." "I want the challenge of capturing your beauty." "Every artist needs something beautiful for reference."

Vincent means it every time.

✧Bo Sinclair✧

Bo's really not emotionally intelligent. He's harsh and rough and approaches everything in life with a hardened expression. But not with you, not after you've wormed your way into his heart and made yourself at home in his ribs.

He's not gonna understand at first, not if you put it in simple terms at least. He's never had that problem. But when he sees how it affects you on really bad days, it'll start to dawn on him that it's not an easy fix. You can't just pick something up and eat it. It's a battle all the time. This is when he starts to soften up and treat it more delicately, as delicately as he knows how anyway.

If he can't find a working pen, he'll tear/cut out the calorie counts on foods & drinks. And if he's taken you out somewhere, he'll reach over and cover calorie numbers with his hand. If it's a big sign over the order counter, he'll simply tell you to go sit down while he orders. You might think Bo doesn't notice, but he'll know all your favorites by heart.

He's gonna ask you what he can do to make it easier. If you say you don't know, he'll throw out options until one seems to stick. And then he'll adopt it to his routine religiously. Forming habits is easy and he knows this. Adding another step to his general day routine is nothing for him.

Bo's hyper-protective of you. It shows in his reluctance to let you leave the town, to be involved in the process of wax figures, even climbing on the counter to grab something high up. Lester says it's the older brother in him, Vincent once called it "dad instincts". Ironic, given Bo hated his own father the most. So if he hears a single comment about your appearance from someone else, and it's not a compliment? He's immediately throwing hands.

He'll pick up photography again, a gesture he hopes silently conveys how he sees you. Every camera click and slide of polaroid film is him trying to tell you how he sees you, since he's not that good with words. He'll pin them up in the garage and certainly keeps more than one in his wallet.

Bo will rip the size tags off your clothes. But, he'll remember it, so that way he can buy your clothes. You don't have to worry if you no longer fit in a medium, large, or small. He's got it logged in his head. If he really isn't sure, he'll try to subtly measure your waist with his hands, acting out physical affection while gathering the data he needs. Just to avoid even the concept of you worrying about that letter in the back of your jeans. His physically affection will also double. Naturally, he's a horny bastard, and he'll try to show you he finds you attractive by using stuff like sex. But if you aren't up for it, or the insecurity is just a bit too much, he'll certainly settle for holding you on the couch.

And honestly? He'll bring back his old poem hobby, write you a sonnet, hoping the words on paper will translate how they do in his brain. "It's not that good but...ya know, the meanin's there." He's a bastard because it's an absolutely beautiful poem and it's definitely gonna make you cry.

✧Lester Sinclair✧

Lester's more in touch with his feelings and the emotions of others than Bo, but he's not as in tune as Vincent. Still, Lester is very observant of things like body language and voice cues. If he sees enough signs, he might not know it's an eating disorder, but he will eventually ask if you see yourself negatively. It breaks his heart when you admit it and part of him will wonder if he contributed in anyway. He's relieved when you say he hasn't, but it still pains him.

If your problems with food stem from things like childhood trauma or parental pressure, he's gonna have a murderous rage for those people, but you won't ever see it. The only Lester you see is charming lover with the patience of a saint. And terrible puns.

He'll probably talk to his brother Vincent for advice since Vincent's the one that was ever interested in mental health and psychology. He wants all the information he can get so he can support you completely. Lester thinks of himself as an idiot, but he's not gonna let that stop him from keeping you happy.

Lester rarely goes to grocery stores and tends to make all his meals from scratch. But, still, he'll cover calorie counts on anything he needs to buy in. Sometimes he'll move snacks into new containers because he couldn't find a marker and he couldn't tear that portion out. He won't even throw the package in the house trash, he'll put it in the outside one.

He drives into the city most frequently and he will absolutely go off his work route to drop off/pick you up from therapy. No matter how expensive the appointments are too. He makes decent money and he's got a pretty cheap lifestyle, but even if he didn't, it wouldn't matter. He'd simply pick up a second job to cover the cost.

Lester's cooking skills are actually rather impressive, and he eats surprisingly healthy meals. (excluding a lot of salt & using roadkill meat) If that's the kind of thing that'll help, then yeah. He'll even help you start a vegetable garden. Anything to help you and hey, acts as bonding time.

If anyone makes a single comment about your size or weight, he'll honestly kill them on the spot. Lester is the kindest of the Sinclairs, and he is the most sane, but he's not above chucking a body into the roadkill pit. If there's anything left to dispose of anyway. He'll get it done quickly & ruthlessly, then come home to you with a grin and a hug with your name on it.

Lester isn't good with words and he's not always sure if he's helping, but he makes it clear he's trying. You're his special person, if anyone's gonna make sure you know that, it's him. No matter what it is. He'll bend over backward without your request because he feels that's the bare minimum, to keep you as happy & healthy as possible.

✦Bonus✦

✧Carly✧

She understands the pressure of needing to maintain a certain weight. Society is a bitch, after all. But Carly ain't about that, and she'll support you with everything she's got. Whether it's chucking out calorie numbers or being with you for every meal. She'll do her best to encourage you to eat at least once a day, even if it's hard. And if you're struggling to the point of tears, she'll hush you and give you gentle words of encouragement. She's extremely proud of you every time you make a breakthrough.

✧Nick✧

He's an asshole a lot of the time, but he cares, he honestly does. Hearing you have that kind of struggle with your body is, well, it makes him angry. Not at you, but at the fact he can't fix it for you. So he'll speak to you softly and express his adoration for you as best he can, even if he's real rough around the edges. Even when he and his sister are on rocky ground with each other, he'll drop his pride and go to her for advice if he's left unsure what to do. Nick feels like you're the only good thing that's ever happened to him and he's fucked up enough in his life. He's not about to let you struggle with something alone.

#tw eating issues #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #carly house of wax #nick house of wax #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher #slasher community #slashers

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ahmnom · 1 year

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Dalton and Nick from house of wax were fruity and in love

#house of wax dalton #nick house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax

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aliceinmadnessland · 14 days

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Oh my god.

#brian van holt #vincent sinclair #nick jones #chad michael murray #house of wax #my edit

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artificialintestines · 2 months

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Thought the gals could appreciate this video I made 2 yrs ago

#house of wax #bo sinclair #slashers #nick jones

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hellhoundteeth · 8 months

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NICK JONES from House of Wax (2005)

dir. Jaume Collet-Serra

#house of wax 2005 #house of wax #nick jones #chad michael murray #horroredit #filmgifs #*mine

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ohnohargrove · 3 months

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Just throwing it out there, but the artist that made my awesome HoW keychain got hit with a major surprise bill and is taking emergency pre-orders for more. I know HoW merch is hard to come by so I thought I'd spread the word.

They also have really cool merch for Resident Evil, Scream, Saw, etc.

#house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #carly jones #nick jones #Help out an artist

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adalwolfgang · 10 months

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House of Wax + (Name) as The Office images

Summary : Bo and Vincent’s brotherly love.

Summary : Bo when Wade was breaking into things and Carly locked him out of his truck.

Summary : Lester’s less than 3 minutes of screen time.

Summary : Vincent throughout the entire movie.

Summary : (Name) when they first met the twins.

Summary : (Name) when they realize the whole town of Ambrose is wax people.

Summary : You’re dating one of the Sinclair’s.

Summary : Bo when he first chased down Carly.

Additional tags : @loveandmurders @ninakuli @my-sanity-is-long-gone @waxxl0ver @sketchy-rosewitch @small-sinclair

#house of wax #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #lester sinclair house of wax #bo sinclair house of wax #vincent sinclair house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005)#reader insert #house of wax memes #carly jones #nick jonas

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sp00ky-arts · 5 months

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imagine a house of wax reverse au where nick and carly are the killers and bo, vincent, and lester are just trying to make their way to a football game or what ever

#slashers #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #nick jones #carly jones

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hoboclown · 8 months

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" Why can't you be more like your brother? "

* do not use, repost, etc. without credit. this is my first gif set so be nice to me.

#house of wax #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #house of wax 2005 #horror #horror gif #carly jones #nick jones #sinclair brothers #sinclair twins #slasher #slashers #slasher gif #horror movie #mouth trauma #made by wade

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vampiremillk · 11 months

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normal people: *appreciates the gif normally*

me: oooh so that's how he'd look when taking a piss

#he definitely leaves the toilet seat up too #and nick in this scene is literally me coming into the bathroom to watch him pee tehehehehe #the way he sighs and turns around at the end would be his exact reaction to my bs 😭#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005

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haddonfieldwhore · 1 year

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dating headcanons - nick jones

warnings: nsfw mentioned throughout, mentions of- smoking and drinking, cheating, stealing, choking, spitting (once)

@visceravalentines

* usually not the ‘dating’ type. relationships with him are usually more of a fwb situation, but it could develop into more after that.

* i don’t think he would cheat on you if you were officially dating, but if you were just fucking around i can see him maybe sleeping with someone else. you have to tell him if you want to be exclusive

* steals you little gifts all the time. it’s half about getting you a gift, half about the thrill of stealing something

* will 100% dine and dash if you’re down- it’s his idea of a fun date night

* crawls through your bedroom window most nights. he wants to see you of course but he also wants to get out of his house.

* when his parents kick him out, he either stays with you or you get a place together

* late night drives with him >>

* either in your car, or if you’re not scared of the thought of getting arrested, stealing cars together

* finding rooftops or old buildings to sneak into

* i feel like nick doesn’t open up very often, but rooftop conversations with him are the only time he’ll really have a deep conversation. whatever is said gets left there, so don’t bring it up afterwards

* nick always likes to be touching you in some way, letting everyone know you’re his. he definitely is quick to get jealous or even a little territorial if someone says something or looks at you the wrong way.

* doesn’t care who’s watching - he fully make out with you in a room full of people. not super into romantic pda, but will put his arm around you or have a hand on your thigh or around your waist

* likes seeing you in his clothes, whether it’s his hoodies or nothing but his t-shirt when you wake up

* i feel like he’s be down for matching necklaces or bracelets, as long as they weren’t ‘lame’. it would have to be something masculine or not obviously matching or else he won’t even consider it

* if you wear a necklace or something with his initial on it though? he’s obsessed

* if your relationship becomes serious, i can him being open to matching tattoos. somewhere hidden only for the two of you, and it would probably something small, like first initials or just something the other person drew. bonus points if you each tattoo it on the other person (don’t do this irl tho)

* he drinks and smokes a fair amount. he wouldn’t care if you don’t as long as you don’t pester him about it, but he might tease you lightheartedly for not drinking

* if you do smoke, cigarettes after sex >>>

* nick loves shotgunning the smoke into your mouth; it drives him crazy

* he wears enough cologne that you can notice it linger on his clothes, but not enough to be overpowering/obnoxious

* probably wears something like ‘fierce’ by abercrombie and fitch. he’s not too picky and just grabbed it while buying jeans one day and stuck with it

* i can also see him just wearing axe body spray. either way he smells good, with a mix of cigarette smoke as well

* if you’re apart of his friend group, he wants you to take his side over carly’s. he doesn’t care if your friends with her, although he would prefer to have you all to himself.

* if you’re not already in the friend group, he would just bring you along one day, not making a huge deal about the fact that he’s introducing you. it would have to be after a little while of being together though.

* will not take you to meet his parents unless you absolutely insist, and even then its not guaranteed. he would maybe consider meeting yours, but it would have to be after dating for a LONG time, and he will complain everytime you ask lol

* fair warning, you’re going to have to lie to the cops / cover for him from time to time

* get used to being his alibi lol

* he forgets birthdays or anniversaries sometimes, but he will make it up to you by getting (stealing) you something you’ve mentioned wanting, or that he knows you wouldn’t get for yourself

* he pays attention to what you like, he’s just forgetful sometimes

* he won��t ask, but likes when you put your head on his chest after sex/when going to bed

* will hold you close with his arms around your waist, letting your nuzzle into the crook of his neck. it’s one of the only times he actually relaxes

* he can definitely be hot headed

* will rarely full on yell at you, but arguments do happen. usually they get resolved by ignoring eachother for a few days and then making up with sex

* is usually pretty rough with you in bed, but if he’s tired or you’re both just waking up, he likes when you slowly ride him

* i can see him being into choking you, and maybe having a slight spit kink.

* has a pretty high sex drive. he can go pretty much anytime anywhere you want

* he’s a tease. will dirty talk the hell out of you until you’re begging him just to fuck you

* “awww, maybe if you ask nicely, huh?”

* hickeys hickeys hickeys

* on you, on him, doesn’t matter. loves seeing you littered with the wine coloured bruises, in places only he can see, as well as where everyone can. it’s a part of the possessive thing

* doesn’t care if you leave them on him or if his friends tease him for it

* when it comes to pet names, he prefers you to just call him his name, but he’s okay with babe as well. if he’s in a good mood he’ll let you get away with ‘nicky’ but his friends will absolutely tease him about it

* usually calls you baby, or a shortened version of your name. will sometimes call you sweetheart but usually only if he’s teasing you

* all in all, he’s not a perfect boyfriend, but he does care about you, even if he doesn’t always say it

#nick house of wax #nick jones x reader #nick jones #nick jones imagine #nick jones headcanons #nick jones fic #chad michael murray #house of wax 2005 #house of wax

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f1nalboys · 1 year

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Catch 22 - Bo Sinclair and Nick Jones

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader x Nick Jones

haiiii so heres the first of (hopefully) a few poly fics!!! bex (@bisexual-horror-fan) is currently running a little something called multi-may where for the month of may, every fic she posts will be polyam focused!!! i HAD to participate and what better way to do it than w stinky bo and stinky nick?? i hope yall enjoy the surprise of nick and the nasty sick little thing i wrote here for you <3 PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS ON THIS ONE GUYS!

WORD COUNT: 2526

WARNINGS: nsfw, dub-con to be safe but reader is (sadly and not really happy about it) into it, poly!relationship, toxic relationships, reader and nick used to date before ambrose and now bo is in the mix, bo comes as his own warning and honestly in this one, so does nick! oral (amab receiving,) unprotected sex, spit-roasting, heavy degradation, light praise but it's really just to make the degradation hit harder, slight humiliation, blood, biting, sadism and slight masochism, toy usage, slight dumbification, training mention (aka bo trains nick to be as sadistic as him and they train you to be good for them.) reader is called pet/sugar/freak/a good little bitch/baby/a pretty dumb thing.

It was hard to think about how exactly you got here, squished between both men with an ache deep in your gut as their hands roamed your body. How long had it been since you and he had come to town? A few days? A few weeks? Months? You weren’t sure anymore. Time in the basement had all but stopped for you the moment you had gotten strapped to the chair and it was hard for you to even think about before, especially when what was happening now was so good.

“Like that, doncha?” Bo asks, grinding against your ass, his face nuzzled into your neck. You make a noise resembling an agreement and you can feel his laugh rumble in his chest. He’s still clothed and you wish he weren’t, you wish he were naked and doing this to you so that you could at least pretend it was more for his own pleasure than yours. “Yeah, I bet you do. Like having two sets of hands on you, don’t you, my greedy little pet?”

He’s right, you do, and you hate that you do. You hate how much you’re loving this, having four hands grabbing and groping and pulling at you however they please. “They do love it,” Nick’s voice is in front of you and his forehead is pressed against your own. You blink, getting rid of the haze that had begun to collect in the edges of your vision, and are met with his icy stare. He resembled Bo here, a sharp stare with eyes that seemed to sparkle in a way that made your gut swim in both anxiety and lust. “Tell him, baby. Admit that you like when we treat you like this.”

You swallow thickly, your mouth dry. You nod and both men tsk at the same time, something you wish you could laugh at. You wish that their accidental synchronicity could ease your worries a bit, and could result in the briefest moments of normalcy. But their being in sync meant they were the same and that they had the same idea floating through their heads. Nick smiles at you, the corner of his lip curling upwards into a snarl. You’re sure Bo has a matching one.

“He told you to say it, sugar,” Bo’s grip on your hip tightens, grime-covered nails digging into your bare flesh, right over the last remnants of finger-print shaped bruises. It hurts but it was meant to. His touch was always meant to. Bo wanted the pain and pleasure to be uneven, coming in waves, making you crave the pain knowing that the sweeping and overwhelming end of the pleasure would come for you eventually. And god, did you crave that ‘eventually.’ “So… fuckin’ say it. Unless you want me to cut that tongue outta your mouth? Might do some good; you talk so goddamn much.”

“Yeah, but then how are we gonna let ‘em suck our cocks, Bo?” Nick asks, ignoring your squirming. You felt claustrophobic in between these two. Everything they did was almost too much, too intense and too rough and too hurried, but the thought of them leaving you after all this, aching for their touch, was enough to kill you. His voice was light as if he were discussing the weather with the other man and not about whether or not your tongue should be cut from your fucking mouth. “Wouldn’t you miss it, man? How warm and tight their throat is? So perfect…”

Nick drags his hands down your neck as if he were imagining you on your knees for him then and there, taking his cock like you had done hundreds of times before, some before Bo but most after. Bo liked to watch, liked seeing how he brought this sick sadistic side of Nick out. You remember the first time they both used you, when Nick didn’t pay attention to your whimpers of pain as he pushed inside, how he seemed focused only on his own pleasure, looking at you only to call you a name that you had never seen pass his lips before, the same name Bo had called you before. Pet. Bo had been watching, directing, and had met your eye after the third round with a smile. “Seems he got the hang of it all, doncha think?”

Bo hums. They had been touching you everywhere except where you needed them and you were getting desperate and they knew you were too. It would be embarrassing if they hadn’t already trained you to enjoy it. “Guess you’re right. Maybe we can get one last good one in before we do it.” He sinks his teeth into your shoulder and you yelp in pain, feeling the skin break underneath his teeth. He keeps biting for a moment longer just to hear your cries, just to smell the fear seep out of the wound before he pulls away. You look up at him, tears spilling down your cheeks, and he grins. Blood covers his teeth.

You knew if given the chance - if given a reason - Bo would be more than happy to rip your throat out with his teeth, pull and tear the muscle from your body, feel the warm blood cover his mouth and the front of his shirt, savor the taste. When you look at Nick, his eyes are on the shallow wound of your shoulder and he swallows hard, eyes trained on the blood dripping from the mark. You wonder what would happen to him if you were gone. Nick and Bo didn’t seem to interact much unless you were involved. Would Bo kill him too? Would Nick even want to live?

The idea of the two of them moving on and finding someone new to replace you fills your gut with a slow-moving panic, one that you suppose is always there inside you, just under the surface. And then Nick is looking at you and you're taken back to before Ambrose, to the guy you had thought about marrying, to the late nights and soft kisses and praise that dripped from his tongue like honey. It’s all gone now. That Nick had died the moment Bo had met him and had seen himself inside, festering under Nick’s skin like an infection. Maybe that version of Nick never really existed at all.

The moment is gone and you’re back in the dusty house between the stranger and your lover and you don't know either one anymore.

“Please,” you say and both men stay silent, waiting for you to continue. Your voice sounds foreign to you now, thrown far behind you like a puppet on a string. “I wanna be good.” Nick smiles and again, for just a moment, it’s like you’re back home with him, but then the glint in his eye is back and you know you’re so very far from home even when you’re pressed against it. “I like when you both touch me.” Your face is hot at the admittance but you’re rewarded with a soft groan behind you as Bo finally loosens his grip. Your hip feels numb. “Please don’t stop.”

“See?” Bo coo’s in your ear, pulling away from you for a second to undo his belt. The sound is Pavlovian and you whimper, falling into Nick's arms, mouth filling with saliva, ass sticking out. Both men laugh at you but you can’t bother to care now. The dam holding back your panic from bubbling to the surface had broken and you were ready to cry, to beg, to do anything and everything they asked. “Was that so hard?”

His voice reminds you of what it was like to be scolded as a child and you feel a wave of humiliation wash over you as Nick cradles your head in his hands. He presses his fingers into your neck and you whimper, pain shooting down your spine. “Doing so good,” he says, kissing your forehead. Instead of comforting you, it does the opposite, sending goosebumps up your arms. You had been in this situation with the two of them countless times and you knew better than to let Nick's praise be just that. It was always a ploy, shielding the true reason behind his kind words and actions. “Gonna let us use you, aren’t you?”

“‘Course they are, the freak.” You feel Bo’s cock press against you and he groans, cursing under his breath as one hand lines himself up to your entrance, the other pressing down onto your lower back, forcing you to bend over a bit more. Nick lets go of you and you cling to his jeans, face pressed against his crotch as you feel a glob of spit land on you followed by Bo’s thick fingers smearing it across your hole before pushing inside. The force of his thrust and the pain ripping through you at the intrusion despite all of the teasing has you jolting forward with a cry and Nick takes advantage, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you into his crotch harder. “Gettin’ off on this, fuck, they’re so fuckin’-”

Bo cuts himself off with a groan, finally all the way in, and he wastes no time in setting a rhythm. It was for his pleasure and you knew better than to expect him to touch you, not while he’s busy chasing his own high, his pants around his ankles and his blood-stained shirt in his teeth. “So fuckin’ obedient, right?” Nick finishes, letting your head go and nodding at you. Your hands are shaky as you work on his jeans, your face still pressed against the denim. “Gonna be good and take our cocks just like they were made too, right? Just like we taught ‘em?”

“If they know what’s good for them they will,” Bo replies, sentence muffled by his shirt still in his mouth. When you finally fish Nick’s cock out of his jeans you don’t wait for permission, instead taking him into your mouth with a fervor. You felt complete like this, Bo inside you, fucking you with reckless abandon, Nick in your mouth, moving with slow and deep thrusts, reveling in the feeling of you choking around him.

Drool was spilling from your mouth onto the wooden floor underneath you, dripping down your chin and chest. Your hands were on Nick's thighs in a weak attempt to keep him from plunging his cock down your throat, but you and he both knew that if he really wanted to, you’d let him. Not that you had much choice in that matter, of course.

“Could stay like this all day,” Nick grunts, tilting his head down at you to watch as you take more of his cock with each sharp thrust Bo does. “A pretty dumb thing on my cock getting split open… yeah, could do this all night. How ‘bout you, Bo?” Bo grunts in agreement, too caught up in the feeling of you squeezing around him. Nick grins, sucking in a shakey breath before pulling you off of him and bending down to be face-to-face with you.

There are tears spilling from your eyes and your lips are swollen, spit covering the bottom half of your face, and you’re looking at him with such a needy look that he almost feels bad enough to help you out. Almost. “You’re gonna play with yourself and make yourself cum before Bo and I do or you don’t cum the rest of the night, okay, baby?” He asks, waiting for you to acknowledge what he said.

“O-okay,” you choke out, hand reaching in between your legs. Nick’s eyes light up and he stands, giving Bo a sick smile before tapping his cock onto your wet cheeks. Your hand moved quickly, not moving in any particular rhythm or pattern, mouth opening for Nick. Now that your own orgasm was on the line, all three of you were doing whatever you could to cum first and you knew you were in for a long night.

The pleasure that had been building in your gut all night with their teasing finally comes to a head and you cum quickly, hands sputtering in their movement. Your eyes are squeezed shut, a gargled moan leaving your body as Nick face fucks you, holding the back of your head to keep you still, Bo and he working in tangent to keep you full at all times. Bo is the first to cum, doing so with a choked moan. He wraps an arm around your waist to keep you fully sat on him as Nick finishes deep in your throat, pulling out enough to leave the tip in so you can swallow around him.

“Good little bitch, doin’ what they’re told,” Bo finally says after Nick pulls out of your mouth, running a hand down your back in an almost soothing gesture. You give Nick a weak and pleased smile, exhausted. “Ready to switch, man?” Your eyes widen as Nick nods, looking down at you with a faux-apologetic smile.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says, taking his calloused thumb and wiping spit from the side of your mouth. “You get to cum as much as you like tonight.” And then the men are moving positions, Nick using his slender fingers to push Bo’s cum, which had begun to leak out of your hole, back inside. Bo takes a moment to walk off, further into the bedroom where you can’t see him, and you close your eyes, focusing on the feeling of Nick behind you, touching you. If you try hard enough, you could maybe go back to before all of this, to before Ambrose and Bo and this strange relationship. Your stomach twists at the thought. When your eyes open again, Bo is there.

He stands in front of you and you look up, lip quivering at the sight of him. Bo’s sadistic smile doesn’t fade, just grows a little more knowing how afraid you were of him, of how rough he’d be. “Such a good pet,” Bo says in a mocking tone. “You can cum as much as you can.” And then you see the toy he’s holding in his hand and realize that you were about to cum until it hurt to do so. Bo hands it off to you and you take it with a shaky hand knowing that it would be your downfall tonight. “Ready?” You nod before realizing he was asking Nick and not you; you had forgotten that you were here for them, not the other way around.

“More than I’ve ever been,” Nick says and as the two men line themselves up, ready to use you the way that they had molded you to be used, you briefly wonder if you were ready. Bo shoves himself into your mouth first and you realize that no, you weren’t ready, and maybe you wouldn't ever be really ready for this, for them, but it was happening. And as Nick pushes himself inside you slowly, hands soothing the bruises Bo had left, you think that somewhere down the line, you would probably learn to get used to this.

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