#vincent sinclair x sister

[small-sinclair]

You’re Safe, Darlin’

A little tipsy but thought of something…maybe a part 2?

A/B/O Sinclairs x little sister!reader (not dating)

Welcomed reader: @sketchy-rosewitch

Tw: reader isn’t a wolf, car crash, injured reader, glass, blood, not proofread

Granted, you were lost as you were trying to get home tonight, and it was raining. Luckily, you were in the daylight still as you drove down the unknown road… but why did you know it? Why did the turns and gravel seem like a home you never knew? An address written on an unsent letter.

Still, you drove your car down the road to try to find a place to turn around or ask for directions. Maybe you should’ve turned left instead of right… either way, all roads leads to home. Your father told you that a couple months ago when he was drunk with his friends, but it was good advice. Though he wasn’t your real dad, he made an effort to keep you safe and warm.

“…and that was Fall Out Boy’s new song. Stay tune for the weather,” the man said over the radio as you drove past an old truck with wooden gates on the sides, dirt and grim covering the back. You let out a shaky breath as you listened to the weather closer. “There’ll be a thunderstorm rolling and a few tornado warnings and watches in the listening area. Please be advised and keep listening to WOB 102.5…”

Maybe I should pull over? You thought as you looked for a road. Maybe wait for this to pass?

Out of no where, two deer jumped out on to the road. You slammed the breaks and the wheel turned too fast. You slide to the side and felt the car roll, jerking you to the right then left then right again. You closed your eyes and covered your face as glass shattered over your skin. You rolled two more times until you stopped on your tires. The air bags blew sometime before but you couldn’t remember.

All you knew that it was a bad time for the radio to be playing, “Like a Little Prayer”.

Your ears ring as your eyes slowly opened. Your blue vision came clear when you saw something large and black standing in the middle of the road. The wolf must’ve been standing 5 feet tall, and it looked longer than each other. It’s large blue eyes glared at you. The rain poured over it’s thick black as if it were an umbrella for the wolf, but your brain told you it was too big to be a wolf. The paws were way too large for a normal one, but your brain shouldn’t be worried about this.

Then something burned in your stomach. You looked down and nearly threw up. Window glass burned your stomach, stabbing your lower gut. You felt the blood flow from your shirt and warming your thighs. You wanted to scream, to cry, but couldn’t find the strength to do so. You leaned your head back and looked at the dog—

It’s gone.

…maybe it’s better this way.

Your eyes rolled back and started to drift away to a forgotten home where brothers welcomed you. Twins hugging you while another your age giggling about a cool animal he just found. One twin with scars on his wrist. One twin that wore a mask to cover his face, the scar that Daddy left. You couldn’t remember their names, but you saw their faces when you looked at the memories.

You thought there was always wolves around your house when your brothers and real father were gone. There were always a black wolf guarding your bedroom window while another wolf with half a face fought the smaller red one in a playful matter.

Maybe the wolf you saw was your old friend?

Who knows, y/n… who knows.

**************

You were breathing too slow as you came back. You were too weak too move, too tired to do anything. The pain in your stomach and over your thighs, the feeling of dried blood over your hands felt like chipping paint over wood, and your head pounded.

Turning your head, you found that you weren’t in your car anymore. You saw an oxygen tank, and your arm was hooked to an I.V. . Under you, the feeling of soft cotton and cold sheets welcomed your curling fingers as you tried to keep your eyes open. The blankets over you were at your shoulders and kept you warm.

Slowly, you turned your head and looked up at the ceiling. Glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to a dark blue ceiling, just like your childhood room. You smelled the blanket and smiled: honeydew and lemon, your childhood home smell.

You felt as if you were never taken from your brothers.

Thunder rumbled as muffled footsteps came to the room and entered. Then a familiar face came to view, and you felt yourself tear up. He was looking down at you, all grown up, your brother. His bright blue eyes and untamed curls still the same as he gave a sad smile. You saw his wrist, scarred and roughed, as he pushed your hair away and brought your blanket up higher.

You opened your mouth the greet him, to say something, but all that came out was a rough cough. You felt your body jerked at it as it burned your body, and you felt pain surge all around. You closed your eyes as your fit passed. All of it left you exhausted as your eyes opened again.

“Yer safe, darlin’,” he kept his voice low and calm. “Yee gonna be alrigh’.” Sleepiness took you again as the pain became too much. “I’ll stay righ’here as long as ya need, okay, sweetness?” He looked over you then the I.V. Frowning, he looked behind him. “I’ll hav’ Vince put another on.”

…Vince. Vincent.

“B-Bo?” You whispered. “Beauregard?”

His eyes lit up sadly as he nodded. “Yea, yea… ‘at’s right. ‘S me… ‘s me.” Bo chocked back tears as he sat next to you. “Ya need to rest.” Bo should have Vincent put you under some more pain killers. He should try and keep you sleeping until your wounds heal, but that’s not fair. It wasn’t fair for anyone that you were hurt.

It’s his fault. He was hunting, getting anger out. No saw some deer and ran after it and didn’t think that someone would be driving. When he saw your car tumble and roll, he knew it was you. He knew your cherry and vanilla scent anywhere, and it burned his nose as he watched your car.

Granted he thought the state took you far from Louisiana because he lost track of you years ago and… and he gave up. He gave up looking for you. Vincent gave up, too, because he stopped washing your bedsheets. Lester gave up and drank himself drunk. All gave up… but he found you. He found you in the worst place possible: glass squished into you ribs, your leg broken, and blood… too much blood.

If only he wasn’t a killer, a hunter just like his father—

“I’m sor-sorry I left,” you stuttered through pain. You can’t do it. You just can’t. “I’m… sorry…”

“Y/n? Darlin’, shh, shh,” Bo hushed you, his hand combing your hair back. “Save your breath. Please… please, rest.” He looked at the shadow in the doorway and found a nervous Lester standing there with his hand turning his shirt. Bo looked back at you and forced a smile. “I need ya t’rest.” He found your hidden hand and took it. “Bo’ll watch’ya an’ keep ya safe.”

“The wolf,” you babble. “Where’s… where the wolf?”

He swallowed hard as he brought your hand up to his forehead. He kisses your hand as he clinched his jaw. “Wolf’s gone.”

“Killed it?”

He shook his head as Lester stood next to Bo, who had tears streaming down his cheeks. “No, sweetheart. I didn’t.”

“Safe?”

“Yes,” Lester answered this time. “Yer safe.”

Your eyes light up. “Lessy,” you said happily, a smile forming. “Hi..”

“Hi,” Lester answers. “Heya, sweet pea.” He looked over at the door and nodded at the other. Slowly but surely, Vincent stood next to Lester. Under his mask, you saw his lone blue eye and tears falling. “Remember Vincent?” You nodded. “Cause Vincent-Vincent took car’o ya.”

You stiles at them as he winced at the sharp pain. You gripped Bo’s hand and sighed painfully. Bo looked between you and his brothers. He licked his lips. “Sleep, y/n. We’ll talk when ya healed.”

You looked up at the ceiling again and felt a smile form. Home. You were home.

“Bo?”

“Yeah?”

Sleep called your name like a lullaby. “Nightlight?”

“Vincent’ll turn it on. Promise.” Why did he feel like he was losing you? Why did he feel like you were dying all over again? “I promise, darlin’.”

Then the pain took you in its warm embrace. You closed your eyes as the world went black again. Maybe you’re dreaming that you found your brothers, finding hope that there were there in your last moments alive. All you knew was that the monsters were gone and your brothers are here.

Your hand loosened as a relaxed sigh escaped. Hello darkness. Take this Icarus with open arms.

#bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005) #house of wax fanfiction #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax fanfic #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x you #lester sinclair x you #house of wax x y/n #house of wax x reader #house of wax x you #sister sinclair #little sister!reader #little sister!sinclair #house of wax au #a/b/o fic #a/b/o au #a/b/o prompt #slasher #slash fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slasher x y/n

[messy-gemini1]

More sinclair siblings >:3

Y/n: Hey, Vincent you're smart, tell me what would happen if I chugged 3 gallons of chloroform. Vincent *signing*: Have you ever been to a mortuary? Y/n: Yea, grandma lives there. Bo: That is the worst response to that question. _______

Y/n: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club. Bo: What club? Lester: The hating Bo club. Bo: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club! ______

Young Y/n: So, are you two friends? Teen Vincent: Yes. Teen Bo: No. ______

Bo, to Y/n: You have room temperature IQ. Y/n: What's room temperature IQ? Vincent: 73°. Y/n: Oh, okay. Y/n: How much is that in IQ? ______ *young Y/n and Lester* Y/n: I’m so excited! Lester: We’re gonna have the best costumes, get the most candy... Y/n: And have the biggest stomach aches ever! Lester: Yeah! ______ Y/n, texting: Answer your phone Vincent, texting back: Wait a minute, I can’t find my phone Y/n: Understood Y/n, 5 minutes later: You’re a terrible person. You know you’re killing me. You’re killing me, Vincent. ______

Vincent*signing*: I told Lester to grab snacks for everyone. Bo, looking through the options: Why did you grab fruit snacks? Are you five? Who even likes Fruit Snacks? *Vincent, Lester, and Y/n raise their hands* _____

Bo: I am convinced Y/n and Lester share a brain cell. Vincent*signing*: And it's not in use very often, it seems. *Lester and Y/n fighting over a deer skull* ______

Lester: Y/n spat in Bo's ear today when they were sitting on the couch together. Vincent*signing*: ...What?! Why?! Lester, shrugging: You tell me. ______

Y/n: We need a way to lure in new tourists? Vincent*signing*: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events! Lester: Lester bath water. Bo: ABSOLUTELY NOT! _____

#incorrect house of wax quotes #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #reader sinclair #sister sinclair #I love my bois #reader and bo have definitely wet willied eachother on numerouse occasions #house of wax x reader

[dustylava]

Y/n sighs wearily, rubbing the bridge of her nose: "I believe, that men are not lost to this world. I believe, that not all men are so bad. This world is not lost yet. I believe, that not all people are bad. This world can still be saved." She looked hopefully at her brothers.

Lester tries to remove the raccoon from the tree, because: "what if he has a family? Wife and children! They're worried about him! He's supposed to feed them!"

Vincent is knitting a hat for Jonesy, so that he can draw her later.

Bo... Bo restrained 2 outbursts of anger today!

Y/n smiled contentedly: "well, at least, my world is definitely a good one."

#house of wax #bo sinclair #bo #vincent sinclair #vincent #lester sinclair #lester #sinclair brothers #sinclair brothers x reader #sinclair brothers x sister reader #sinclair brothers x sister #sinclair brothers x you #horror movies #slasher movies #slashers #movie

[kining-the-evil]

I’ve had a Sinclairs x sister!reader fic idea for the past like, 3 months brewing in my head. Shoul I actually write it?

#house of wax #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax x sister reader

[slashers-little-cum-dumpster]

slashers x reader:

who fell first and who fell to late,

who fell first and who fell harder

who fell and who never will :)

not proof read :)

Michael myers:

you fell first and he fell too late:

You were supposed to be just another victim

you fell for him seeing him watch from a distance for days now

you decided to take a chance and ask him out so you walked up to him

he stabbed you before you could speak

after a minute of just staring at you dead on the ground he felt tears sting his eyes

he refused to cry as it showed weakness but he still thinks of you in the back of his mind

brahms:

he fell first you feel too late:

think of it like Greta

but you soon realised you wanted Brahms so you left your boyfriend

but it was too late Brahms got rid of your ex

not knowing that you wanted him not that it was yours time to go he stabbed you

you can definitely tell how shocked he was to hear your last words being

"I love you"

he never got over you

billy lenz:

you fell first he never fell:

you thought his little calls were kinda funny so you would stay on call

to him you were just another "piggy"

once you were dead he could just pick off another sister

sorry to burst the delulu :) but he seems like a fuck and done kinda guy

Carrie White:

she fell first you fell too late:

you never bullied her

you always stood up for her

she loved you for that

but at the night of prom her other crush asked her to prom when you finally fell for her

then that prank happened

you got set ablaze like the others...

Vincent sinclair:

you fell first he fell too late:

your friend car broke down and while getting it looked at you wondered off

you found the wax museum and went in

you saw Vincent there and instantly fell for him

you went of to have a one sided conversation with him for a few hours

Bo wasn't happy to see that you were alive and chatting vincents ear off

so he left after telling Vincent to kill you

he did

as he was making you into a wax figure he stopped half way

he liked that dumb conversation

he liked you

he decided to have you displayed in his bed so he could hold you

her drew you everyday in different outfits and settings

(I WANT HIM 😍😍😍)

Bo sinclair

you fell first he fell to late:

same as vincent but you stayed with Bo and your friend wondered off

you spent a few minutes making dumb flirting attempts but soon gave up and ended up wondering off

you met Lester when you wondered off and you both hit it off quite well but he took you to vincent

Bo on the other hand thought you were a little weird but... cute?

so he went to go try his luck to see if you were still interested when he couldn't find you he panicked

went to make sure he was still in time

he opened the door to the wax museum and was greeted by your wax figure

(cutie)

Lester sinclair:

you fell first he fell harder:

he would've found your terrible flirts cute and would reciprocate them

he hid you from his brothers at first

I don't see him taking long to fall in love but he won't be easy so you gotta work for it :)

(I do requests)

#slasher fucker #michael myers x reader #slashers x reader #billy lenz x reader #slashers x you #carrie white x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #brahms heelshire x reader

[sketchy-rosewitch]

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

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

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

Day 5 of Haunted Hoedown

Hoedown Masterlist

Previous: Malfunction: Captain Denninger x afab!gn!android!reader

Next: Moonlight Madness: Bo x Gn!werewolf!afab!reader x Vincent

“Are you almost done?”

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

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

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

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

Honestly you felt like God was testing you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

“Come in.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sister?”

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

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

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

“12 pm tomorrow.”

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

“It’s okay, you’ve been forgiven.”

-

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

“Afternoon, go ahead and shut the door.”

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

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

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

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

“I cannot say Father.”

“Oh but I think you can.”

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

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

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

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

“Lift your dress up and sit.”

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

“Father! We-we can’t!” You whine.

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

Was that the rule?

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

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

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

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

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

“I need one more thing from you.”

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

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

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

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

“Father-“

He shushes you. You whine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just finish it for me.”

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

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

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

“Keepin’ these.” He pats his pocket.

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

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

“Yes Father.”

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

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #brian van holt #bo sinclair x reader #hauntedhoedown

[calmcoldevening]

Hey! If it’s okay, can I request a fic (or maybe head canons if you don’t want to write a fic) where the Sawyers and reader (reader and bubba are dating) are driving to a new location (cause a victim escaped and now have to relocate), but they need to stop for gas so they go to the gas station in Ambrose where they meet Bo. And once he sees reader, he starts putting on his charm, but bubba and the other sawyer brothers don’t like that (aside from drayton probably since he doesn’t really care) cause they are protective over reader cause the sawyers (aside from bubba for obvious reasons) sees the reader as their sister, it she manages to calm them down. So anyway, fast forward, bo and Vincent are trying to kill them, but the sawyers and reader either kills the sinclairs off or manage to run away. Sorry if this was a lot, I thought I’d be interesting!!

Hey there, kitten. I'm sorry you had to wait so long, I had little problems with my exams and everything like that. So here it is, I hope you like it 💗✨

Bubba Sawyer x reader.

The House of Wax

Tw: mention of murder, killing, blood, violence, kidnapping

It was Bubba's mistake. At least that's what the Sawyer brothers said when the last of the group of guys was thrown out of the first-floor window by the victim, laughing hysterically. Everyone rushed outside. Nubbins wanted to catch up with the girl as soon as possible, but you grabbed the guy by the collar in time, pulling him away from the road. A huge car drove right in front of your faces. The guy clung to you, snuggling against your chest and giggling nervously. It was the first time he was so scared, and you saved him. Now you watched together as the final girl jumped into the back of a pickup truck while Bubba chased her with a chainsaw. After a couple of minutes, the man was left alone in the middle of the road, muttering something and waving the chainsaw in different directions.

You've always been like a mom to the Sawyers, taking care of them and all that. They loved you, even in their own way.

You had to quickly pack the most necessary things. A few hours later, you were all in Drayton's car together, driving away from the Sawyer house. This place was full of memories, he had known several generations of Sawyers, but now you couldn't let yourself be discovered. Drayton suggested going to Florida, because there were some Sawyers there, you have the opportunity to wait a little while until this whole story with the last girl settles down.

The elder Sawyer, not surprisingly, was sitting at the wheel, looking at the road and frowning. Nubbins was sitting next to him, explaining something furiously while playing with his camera. You and Bubba were in the back seat. Bubba was looking nervously at the floor, his eyes were sad, and his hands were fiddling with the edge of an old mask. You gently touch his hand with your soft palm, stroking it soothingly. Bubba flinches at the sharp contact, but does not resist, letting out a sigh of relief. He mumbles something to himself, and you smile a little.

"Come on, honey. No one is mad at you. It was just an accident."

Your voice is gentle and soothing, the man's shoulders relax noticeably. But he's still upset. Bubba knows it's his fault, and he's terribly ashamed. He didn't want the whole family to have to leave home somewhere far away because of his mistake. And yet he whines, leaning on your shoulder. Bubba closes his eyes wearily. You've always been his safe place. He felt good with you, you didn't get angry, you didn't scream, but only gently hugged and comforted him. Just like Mom. Your gentle touches, gentle and honey-sweet voice, kind words. With you, he felt like just a Bubba, not a Leather Face.

The road was quite long. Such native golden landscapes of Texas were gradually replaced by greener ones, unfamiliar to this place. The road on both sides was now surrounded by tall trees, through the dense foliage of which it was difficult to see anything. The sun disappeared behind the green of Louisiana. The car was driving slowly, which made you feel a little seasick and sleepy, only occasionally a small crack could be heard under the wheels from the stones lying on the road.

You sat with your forehead against the cool glass and stared dispassionately at the changing nature outside the window. Bubba had been asleep in his seat for a long time, snoring a little. Sometimes you saw how his thick fingers, even in a dream, instinctively tugged at his homemade bracelet. Drayton sat at the wheel, frowning. His wrinkled fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, digging his nails into the flimsy rim of the steering wheel. Nubbins was sitting next to him, but he was clearly in his thoughts, sometimes giggling strangely. Everything seemed to be going on as usual. At least Drayton had always been quite gloomy before. So it was impossible to think that some time ago you left home in a hurry because of an escaped victim.

You had long since left Texas when Drayton let out a grunt of displeasure, for the first time in a long time. You were running out of gas. The man turned off somewhere to the side, so now you find yourself in some kind of clearing. Tall trees with emerald-green leaves glistening in the sun stood in a thick wall around, the air here was humid but pleasantly fresh. The place itself was like a real fairy tale.

None of you knew where Drayton was going, but you all trusted his 'intuition' implicitly.

What was your surprise when, after only half an hour, you drove into a small town. Drayton parked the car at the curb, and you hurried to leave this stuffy hot place as soon as possible. A pleasant cool breeze hit you in the face, you inhaled a full chest of fresh air with pleasure. Your body ached from the long and decently uncomfortable car ride. Your muscles were asking for movement.

The city was small, but cozy. The roads were clean and relatively new, as if no cars had driven on them for a long time. All the streets were cleared, although there were no people around. Buildings with brightly flashing signs are located on both sides of a wide road. You immediately headed straight down the street, wanting to visit these interesting shops. The boys will probably be dealing with gasoline now anyway, you had at least fifteen minutes of free time to research.

The first thing you did was go to a small kiosk, probably with sweets, because your hungry stomach was making itself felt. The door opened easily, and a light, gentle bell tinkled overhead. You wandered over to the chocolate shelves. Because of your long life with the Sawyers, you didn't always have the opportunity to buy sweets, as you just stayed at home, so now it was a great opportunity to make small stocks. You grabbed a few dozen different sweets and headed for the cash register. Perhaps you should have taken a more responsible approach to choosing such a not very healthy snack, but now you just couldn't wait to feel this pleasant taste of milk chocolate in your mouth and fill your brain with a dose of dopamine. What was your surprise when the cashier's seat turned out to be empty.

"Hey? Is there anyone here?" You asked uncertainly, frowning a little. There is silence in response.

You were about to turn around and leave when you suddenly bumped into something big. Unable to keep your balance, you fell to the floor. The chocolate bars fell to the floor with a thud. You rubbed your bruised lower back and looked up at the obstacle that appeared, cauterizing it with a murderous look. It was a man. A handsome man with short hair in a dark suit.

"Oh my God baby, are you okay?" He asked with obvious concern in his voice and held out his hand to you, "I didn't notice you, I'm so sorry."

You frowned, but grabbed his hand, getting to your feet. The stranger was quite tall and sturdy.

"What are you doing here.. alone?" He asked with a slight smile.

"I just went into the store, but there was no one here," you replied, picking up the candy from the floor, "My family and I were driving by.. we ran out of gas."

"That's how it is. Well, you won't find anyone here right now, it's daytime prayer in the church. And I'll help with the gasoline, you can be sure," he babbles with a smug smile, "By the way, my name is Bo."

"..Y/N," you reply shortly, looking down at him.

"Y/N, right? God, what a wonderful name," he almost purrs and wraps his arm around your waist, "Come on, Y/N, why don't you see the city yet? We have a wonderful wax house just down the street."

You nod curtly, putting the candy back. Bo grabs your hand, smiling.

"Take it all, I'll pay for it."

"Thank you of course.. but I have to go. They're waiting for me," you say hurriedly, leaving the store. Bo is right behind you. His hand grabs your free hand with amazing tenderness. The man brings your hand to his lips and leaves a light kiss.

"Let's go together. You know, I work at this gas station."

You try to hide the obvious discomfort from his close contact and nervously swallow, but nod. Maybe this way you'll get out of here a little faster.

When the two of you approach the gas station, you see all three men at the closed doors. Now you're not trying to hide your obvious disgust that a man was holding your hand. The Sawyers notice you and their poses become more tense. You can see Bubba's brows furrowing through his mask, he nervously chews his lower lip.

"Gentlemen, I take it you need gas?"

Finally Bo lets go of your hand and heads forward to open the gas station. You run up to Bubba, hugging him and burying your face in his shirt. A man squeezes you in his arms, whispering all sorts of nonsense in your ear to calm you down.

"Sorry.. I was just scared."

You follow the others to the store together. There were a lot of different car parts here, although they looked relatively worn. You squeezed Bubba's hand.

Then everything is a blur. You clearly remember that Bo asked you to bring the keys to the cash register so that he could give change to Drayton. The key was in the back room. As soon as you went in there and started rummaging through the drawers, there was a dull pain in your head. It began to darken in his eyes, and a slight taste of blood appeared on his tongue. You woke up in a strange place, it was hot in here. You reflexively wanted to reach out to your face to wipe your sleepy eyes, but you couldn't. Your hands were tied. You were all tied to some kind of table with leather straps. A growing sense of panic instantly filled your mind. A man came up to you. He was strange and almost frightening. He moved his hands over your body with care and some strange tenderness, removing excess clothes from your body or rubbing something into your skin. It didn't hurt, but it was unpleasant. You basically didn't like being touched by strangers.

You don't know how much time has passed or how long you've been in this strange basement. You were just mentally begging Bubba to find you. A single tear rolled down your hot cheek, and the man gently wiped it away with his thumb. He began to make light soothing movements on your face, pushing excess strands of hair behind your ear and calming your flesh. You wanted to scream, but your whole body was so weak. It's like your body was drugged or drugged. The burning pain was nowhere and at the same time on every part of your body. Something hot was slowly covering your legs, making you lazily bite your tongue. It hurts like hell.

The last thing you remember is the smell of copper and a strange buzzing in your ear. The skin of your stomach was instantly covered with lingonberry drops of warm liquid, and then darkness.

Bubba was furious. When you had been gone for ten whole minutes, he really started to worry. Nubbins also realized that something was wrong, so now he was staring at Bo, clutching a knife in his pants pocket. This is not a time for cute Bubba, this is the job of a Leatherface. Perhaps becoming a victim of cannibals was the last thing this handsome man in a dark tuxedo expected. He told them exactly where they should look for you. Then Bubba tore out his tongue.

He quickly ran into the basement, clutching his beloved chainsaw. His sweet girl. He was furious when he saw you almost naked on that creepy man's desk. Bubba's blood boiled. He rushed towards the stranger, burying the chainsaw blade into the maniac's belly with special force. Nubbins watched this with wild amusement. He also figured out in time how to turn off this strange machine that feeds molten wax. The guy carefully cut the leather straps, and Bubba immediately picked you up in his arms, throwing the chainsaw on the floor. The man hugged you to his chest, muttering something and making a long whine. He was so sorry that he left you alone.

Already in the car, he carefully wrapped you in a blanket, cleansing your body of wax. A slight smile appeared on his lips when he felt the slow movement of your chest. The man desperately pressed you against his big body, cradling and guarding your sleep.

Drayton sat down in the driver's seat with an exasperated groan, starting the engine.

"Because of that bastard, I got my new trousers stained with his vile blood!"

#slashers x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #leatherface x you #the leatherface #the texas chainsaw massacre #the house of wax #vincent sinclair house of wax #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Yep looks like mine got ate lol. Idk why but tumblr usually eats my request on the first attempt at sending it.

Anyways, could I prettty please request a hc for Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Mark Hoffman & Nathan Wallace? 🍒

Where he has a s/o who's very doting on him. Like whenever he returns from work/ chasing down a victim she insists on checking him for injuries. And if there are any injuries not letting them do anything else until she's doctored them up. Always making their favorite meals etc?

Slashers with a Doting s/o:

Thomas Hewitt x reader, Bo Sinclair x reader, Vincent Sinclair x reader, Mark Hoffman x reader, Amanda Young x reader, Nathan wallace x reader, Art the clown x reader, Albert wesker x reader, Michael Myers x reader, Billy Loomis x reader, Stu Macher x reader, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans

Fem reader

Warnings: slight spoilers for the slashers, slight angst for Nathan

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Thomas is a touch starved man. He's never actually thought that he would even have a significant other.

He's always had fantasies and dreams of eventually finding someone to settle down with and eventually starting a family. You made his dreams an reality.

Thomas adores how much you care for him. From the little notes you write him with his lunches all the way to the way you massage his sore muscles after a long day of supplying meat for the family.

The only issue that Thomas would have is not wanting you around while he's butchering the meat because you're too angelic to see him doing such.

Bo Sinclair

Bo isn't used to anyone being doting to him. The most doting Bo has experienced was from his twin but never with anyone else.

At first, Bo would be frustrated with how doting you are. Especially growing up the way Bo did, it caused him to have a more avoidant type of attachment compared to his brothers.

He thinks that you're trying to infantize him at the beginning, or trying to "demasculine him." Bo's the type to patch himself up, even Vincent has to force Bo to let him patch his wounds up.

Once he gets used to your doting nature, Bo would drink it up. Not only does your doting nature makes him feel loved, it also helps with luring victims with your "doting house wife" role.

Vincent Sinclair

While Bo's childhood has been on the physically abusive side, Vincent was more so emotionally abused. Yes, Vincent was the favorite child, but he also was forced to hide his scars from a young age by Trudy under the guise of not wanting to upset her by showing his face.

With your doting affection, it made Vincent short circuit because of the fact that you were doing this even though you've seen and know about his scars.

Vincent adores how you always make sure that he eats and stays hydrated while he's working. He even loves how you try to coax him into going to bed and rest after him working non stop for a couple days.

He wouldn't want you around when he "preps" his sculptures because he couldn't afford the possibility of one of then escaping and hurting you, his angel. But if he ends up getting injuries, he would let you take care of it.

Mark Hoffman

Mark has spent a lot of his life before becoming Jigsaw's apprentice taking care of himself and of his sister (until she died). He's not the one to really know how to react to having a doting significant other.

Given the life he's living, your doting nature gives him an escape from the darkness he's been engulfed in. If you're not another one of John's apprentices, you're most likely ignorant to what he does when he's not with you.

The excuses he gets whenever he comes home with injuries would be "work related." Mark would let you tend his wounds once the both of you have been together for a long while. It's not because he doesn't trust you, the reason is similiar to Bo, he doesn't want to weak around you because he is a detective after all.

Mark will protect you at all costs. He's already lost all of his family, he's not going to lose you.

Amanda Young

Amanda isn't used to having people doting her. The closest she's had was John and he was a father figure to her.

With you, Amanda thought that you were an angel sent for her. With how much you show her your love by the small things like making sure she eats, helping her through her recovery as an addict, making sure she's taken care off when she's not around you.

Amanda allows you to help her if she ends up getting hurt. The only thing that Amanda doesn't like is when you look at the scars from her using.

Just like with Mark, Amanda wouldn't want you to know about her double life and would do anything to protect you from the cops. It doesn't matter if you're an apprentice as well, Amanda is going to protect you no matter what.

Nathan wallace

Nathan has been pretty much touch starved and alone since the death of Marni. He's more than used to taking care of himself and Shilo.

It took a lot to let you in, both romantically and knowing of his secret repoman life. You in a lot of ways reminded Nathan of Marni because of how much you take care of both him and Shilo.

Nathan loves how both you and Shilo get along, helping her through the rough patches between the two of them. The both of you know that you will never be able to be Marni but Nathan hopes that she would be okay with you being in both him and Shilo's lives.

Nathan feels comfortable knowing that if anything happens to him that Shilo would have you there for guidance, love, and support.

Art the clown

Art is a rather touchy kind of person. This man probably has never been doted on in his existence. It's obvious that the only that that's keeping Art alive is some sort of dark diety.

Art is one of the very few people on this list that would gladly accept his significant other taking care of him. It doesn't matter how good or bad you are at cooking, it's way better that the food in the dumpsters that Art eats (or faces? Who am I to judge?)

It's a miracle that you're still alive around Art. The whole tending to Art's wounds wouldn't be needed but Art does appreciate when you clean the blood off his costume.

Being with Art and cleaning the amount of blood on his costume, you probably have a real good idea on what he does when he's not being taken care of at your house. Do you really want to potentially gamble on your life by asking?

Albert wesker

Wesker, depending on how long have you been with him would determine what ways you're doting towards him. If it's during his S.T.A.R.S days, he loves how you are always home to take care of him after the missions and trainings.

S.T.A.R.S Wesker would reluctantly allow his significant other to tend to his wounds after his missions, even give you a few flirty jabs if he's shirtless while you tend to him.

Wesker secretly enjoys having his significant other massage all the tense muscles of his shoulders and back. This is a common thing for both pre and post mutated Wesker.

Once Wesker becomes mutated, the healing his wounds wouldn't be needed because of the superior healing but he does find it nice when you stitch up any of his torn clothes.

Michael Myers

Michael hasn't been doted on since probably when he was a small kid before being institutionalized.

Similar to Art, Michael's diet before you was whatever he could kill and eat and that it doesn't matter what your skill level is when it comes to cooking, it's better than what he's eaten before.

It takes a lot for Michael to trust you enough to both see his face under the mask and for you to tend to his wounds after a night of killing. Once he trusts you, Michael would stay perfectly still while you quickly tend to him.

Michael would be shocked when you either gift him a new knife after noticing how his old one was failing him or if you cleaned and sharpened his knife for him.

Billy Loomis

Given that Billy has abandonment issues from his mother and to an extent, his father, Billy has a hard time truly letting someone in romantically. He usually uses his relationships to either make him look innocent or as side relationships to give him what he wants (i.e. sex)

It takes Billy a long time for him to get used to how caring and doting you are. Billy is similar to Bo when it comes to the Avoidant attachment style, often times getting agitated that you're babying him when the both of you were at the beginning stages of the relationship.

Once he's completely used to your doting ways, Billy will soak up the doting nature. Especially when it comes to you cooking hid favorite meals and making sure he's practicing self care.

Billy may not be vocal about his appreciation for you doting on him, he truly does appreciate how much you care for him . He wouldn't talk about his Ghostface side but you'll somehow figure it out but never said anything about him being a Ghostface.

Stu Macher

Stu was both lucky and unlucky to have the childhood he has. He has money to support himself while his parents are on business trips but he's never really experienced having someone dote on him as much as you

Seeing how caring and and doting you are, Stu instantly soaks up the attention you give him. This man loves it when you bake for him. Stu has a sweet tooth for your home made cookies and brownies and it makes his day when you give him a plate of your baked goods.

It's a possibility that you know about his Ghostface side. Or at least have suspicions of something going on because of the amount of bruises and scratches he has on his body that you've seen.

It's almost funny to see Stu make up a story about how he got the newest set of bruises on his skin. You decide to act like you believe his stories because you can see that Stu is hiding something and eventually he would spill the beans.

Asa Emory

Similiar to Jesse, Asa is all for having a significant other who's the "doting house wife" role when it comes to his day job where he's the professor.

Asa would be on the stubborn side when it comes to having his significant other taking care of his wounds because he deems it unneeded. He would probably let his significant other tend to him if he's probably passed out from blood loss or something similar.

You know about Asa's "Collector" side gig but between keeping yourself away from that business and the fear of Asa turning you into one of his pieces makes you keep quiet about the whole thing.

Asa does appreciate that you don't ask him too much about his secret life when you do have to tend to his wounds or patch up his sweaters constantly.

Jesse cromeans

Ever since the combination of the death of his late wife and nearly dying/ basically losing his physical appearance, Jesse lost any hope for anyone to even fake being with him as a front. That was until he got with you.

It takes a long time for Jesse to trust you to help tend to his face because of both Jesse not wanting you to see the full extent of his injuries and the fact that his face has became delicate for anyone to touch due to the scaring.

Jesse is all for having the "house wife" kind of significant other because it give him a more human side when it came to his "day job" and having you be there after his trips makes Jesse feel like he's not all monster, there's a man under a huge layer of brutality.

Unlike some of the others on the list, you do know at lease some of what Jesse does while on these trips. He wouldn't want you directly involved but he has made it so if anything happens to him, you would be safe with Spann.

#thomas hewitt imagines #bo sinclair imagines #vincent sinclair imagine #mark hoffman imagines #amanda young imagines #art the clown imagine #billy loomis imagine #stu macher imagine #albert wesker imagine #nathan wallace imagines #repo! the genetic opera imagines #slashers imagines #queendeeshorrorimagines #michael myers imagine #asa emory imagine #jesse cromeans imagines #dees sweet tea #🍒 anon request #fem reader

[cottoncandy-cult]

Reno Sinclair x Jealous! Reader

(Y/n) sat quietly at the bar, eyes closed and sipping on a drink. Tifa was throwing a party for one reason or another, the (H/c) haired girl couldn't be bothered to try and remember as she was too busy fighting her irritation. This young lady had been in a relationship with a certain red-haired monkey, he was quite loyal but when drunk he had a bad habit of flirting and being flirted with. Currently he was a few stools down, 3 girls flirting with him, and he was soaking it up. She was on her 5th drink, having been so jealous that she hadn't realized how fast she was throwing them back. "Hey sis, you ok?" The sweet voice of (Y/n)'s favorite person caught her attention, she turned to Yuffie with a small smile. She loved her little sister; she was her best friend. "Re-Reno'ss drunk again." She could have facepalmed at how slurred her words were, she was certainly a power drinker when jealous. This wouldn't have really been a problem, if it wasn't for the fact, she was a light weight.

Yuffie looked around until her eyes settled on Reno, her cheeks puffed as she stomped her foot. Then she got an idea. "Come on, I know who can help us." She drug her drunken big sister over to where Vincent sat with Rufus, Cloud, Tifa and Rude. "Guys, (Y/n) needs our help." That got their attention, the (H/c) haired female never asked for much, so they were quick to focus. "Is someone bothering you (Y/n)?" Cloud was the first to speak up, setting his drink on the table they were at. When (Y/n) looked back at the bar so did they, quickly seeing what it was that bothered the girl. Rude had facepalmed, shaking his head before giving his partner's girlfriend a sympathetic look. "I told him when we got here not to drink so much." Cloud and Vincent sighed while watching the drunk male soak up the attention he was getting; Tifa had her hands on her hips. She didn't even know who those girls were, and the party was invite only, she walked over to tell the girls they had to go because it was a private party and maybe literally kick Reno out.

"Cloud I'm gonna need your and Vincent's help with my idea. We need to teach Reno a lesson." Yuffie turned to the two males, they didn't bother arguing as they knew the young girl would get her way one way or another.

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Reno sat bored at the bar and staring at his drink, the girls having left at Tifa's request with apologies. Unlike with them Tifa wasn't as nice to Reno when threatening to throw him out, he had glanced around the room to try and find his girlfriend who had disappeared from the bar at some point. When he did find her, he found her paying a lot of attention to Vincent, and surprisingly he seemed to be returning that attention. They were drinking, sitting closer together than the red-haired Turk was comfortable with. He stood, stumbling in a rather uncool fashion as he almost fell on his face, and made his way over to the two. He began walking faster when he watched his girlfriend begin laughing at something the older Turk told her, not knowing Vincent to tell jokes this seemed to pour gas on the fire burning in him. When he got to the table, they had looked to him, (Y/n) gave him a rather smartass looking smirk which only made his eyes seem to darken. Seeming to sober him up a bit, his tone was rather flat when he spoke. "Hey (Y/n), can we talk outside?"

(Y/n) shrugged and excused herself to Vincent, following her red head while smirking the whole way. They went through a side door that led to the alley, when the door closed, and they were left alone (Y/n) found herself pressed to the wall before she could even open her mouth. Reno had kissed her deeply, his body pressed to hers. She of course was quick to respond with the same passion. He soon began leaving smoldering kisses along her neck, her fingers slipping up and into his hair. "Heh... Jealousy sucks huh?~" Quick to realize what had really gone down he simply growled, biting roughly onto her shoulder and making her gasp. That brought a smirk to his face, he then began carrying her to his car. His anger having sobered him up, she knew where this was going and couldn't wait. "Yeah, it does. Why don't you let me make it up to you baby girl?" But there was one thing neither even thought about, how was Rude getting home if Reno was his ride?

#candy cult vault #final fantasy #Reno Sinclair #reno x reader #fem reader #fluff #Reno is my favorite red headed Monkey #second only to Kenji #if you know you know lmao #poor rude puts up with so much from the red headed macaque.

[multific]

Movie Date

Vincent Sinclair x Reader

Summary: Vincent takes you on a date.

He was always working, perfecting the town as their mother envisioned, he was so busy he couldn’t even spend quality time with you for a couple weeks now, the only time he saw you was when he went to bed and you were already there, sleeping.

So, today, he had an idea.

As soon as he heard you enter the house you two shared, he was heading up from the basement.

“I’m home, Honey.” you said with a quiet voice, knowing he wasn’t there and even if he heard you he would be more focused on his work.

But then you heard the footsteps. 

“Oh,” you turned and found him standing there, a wax rose in his hand. “Thank you, Vincent.” you smiled as you took the rose and placed it into the vase on the table, it was really nice.

You looked back at him, finding him standing in the same position as if he had something to say.

“Vincent?” you asked and he didn’t move. “Are you ill, Hon?” he shook his head. 

You always found it strange how shy he was still. After all, you two were married now, you told him many many times that you love him and that he didn’t have to worry around you and yet here he was all shy. 

He pulled out a piece of paper and showed it to you,

Will you go on a date with me? 

You smiled, you wanted to laugh but you were afraid he might misunderstand.

“Of course, where should we go? Bowling? Movies?”

He pointed at the paper and you turned it.

Theatre?

You nodded. “Can I change quickly? I’ll wear something nice for our special date.”

It was his turn to nod and you rushed upstairs to wear something nice.

Not long after you emerged wearing a nice short dress to match the weather and with locked arms you two walked to the theatre. 

“I wonder what they are playing today.” you said jokingly to Vincent as he nodded to the options, allowing you to pick.

“We could go for the action movie.”

And with that you made your way inside, seeing all the ‘figures’ around the place you played along as if they were real, you even got some popcorn from the nice man.

The movie was interesting it was one you haven’t seen before, you knew Bo liked to change the movies from time to time, depending on the season or his mood.

But this was a rather nice action movie. And you really did enjoy it.

You failed to notice but Vincent was mainly looking at you, staring actually. He continued to look from you at your hands as he held yours. He couldn’t help but think just how truly lucky he was to have you. You were his everything.

You and this town he and his brother’s built.

You smiled as the movie ended. 

“That was really good. Do you want to make out? I don’t think anyone here would mind.” you said but you could tell he didn’t want to, so you just decided to let it go. “I crave some ice cream, can we get some?”

He nodded and you two walked to the store. It was closed but he opened the door for you.

The ice cream machine was new. You craved it one day and Bo had to go and get you one while Lester kept on teasing him that he had a soft spot for you, and it was true all of them did.

Bo and Lester saw you as a sister while Vincent fell in love. 

You made your own ice cream before turning to Vincent if he needed one, to your surprise he said yes. You two ate your ice cream as you walked back home, hand in hand.

“I really enjoyed myself, thank you. I know you are busy with your work, but it’s okay really. I know your mother’s vision is important to you, but it is nice to get out from time to time.”

He nodded, completely agreeing with you. When you arrived home, he was ready to just go to bed, you took a shower and changed into your pyjamas. 

You headed to bed only to find him sitting against the headboard, his mask on the nightstand.

“Hello there handsome, can I sit?” he tilted his head, not really understanding but then he nodded. You moved to his lap, taking a sit with your crotch right against his. “And now, I’ll talk you nicely for the date, if you let me.” you started to kiss his neck as his hands began to wander.

Yes, Vincent Sinclair knew he was married to a vixen. And he surely loved every second of it.

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[loveandmurders]

House of Wax Masterlist

Romantic relationship

Back into Bo’s arms (female reader x Bo)

Drunk text me / My pride doesn’t keep me warm at night / It’s forever, this time I know  (female reader x Bo)

Go but don’t leave (gender neutral reader x Bo)

Way better than my boyfriend (NSFW, female reader x Bo)

You ain’t love me... yet // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 (female reader x Bo)

A game meeting another one // Part 2 (dangerous gender neutral reader x Vincent)

Why am I not dead already? (female reader x Bo) / Vincent’s version (x gender neutral reader) / Lester’s version (x gender neutral reader)

Finally found you // Part 2 (Bo Sinclair x female reader x Vincent Sinclair)

Injured brothers (gender neutral reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

Panic Attack (female reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

Where is my squismellow?? (gender neutral reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

My period is a bitch (afab reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

Happy family (female reader x poly!Sinclair brothers)

A little imagine (female reader x poly!Sinclair brothers) // You belong to Ambrose // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Sinclair baby sister!reader AU

Youth headcanons

Adulthood headcanons

Love ya Bo

Love ya Vincent

Love ya Lester

2 idiots + 1 microwave = 1 fire

The Sinclair brothers being protective

Chronically ill sister

I wish I was better for you // Part 2

Jealous sister

Baby sister is a detective // Part 2

Cockblocks // Cockblocks 2

Broken family

Family gives comfort

Love isn’t always soft

Sinclair sister got cheated on headcanons

Family night

Let all the anger and hatred out

No one hurts our baby sister

I kill for my own enjoyment

AU inside the AU: Missing Piece of Ambrose // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // The end // The end#2 // The Good Ending

Missing Piece of Ambrose AU: Jonesy knows // Part 2 // Part 3

A little imagine (adopted sister x Sinclair brothers)

Sinclair daughter!reader AU

Being the Sinclair brothers’ adopted daughter headcanons

Little pieces of happiness

The brothers reacting to daughter’s first period headcanons

She left // Part 2

The brothers reacting to daughter dating someone headcanons

Ladybug’s best friend

Like father, like daughter

A new addition in the family

I want to kill too

I love slashers, and so what?

You’re my favourite!

Let me keep him

A new killer is born

Love is insanity

Some thoughts about the Sinclair family

What could have been

#House of Wax #house of wax x reader #house of wax x daughter #house of wax x sister #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x daughter #bo sinclair x sister #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x sister #vincent sinclair x daughter #bo sinclair x s/o #vincent sinclair x s/o #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x s/o #lester sinclair x sister #lester sinclair x daughter #sinclair brothers x reader #sinclair brothers x sister #sinclair brothers x daughter #sinclair brothers x s/o

[hard-to-be-the-bard]

Horror/Slasher Masterlist

All the horror peeps in one place

Hannibal:

Asexual Male Reader

Avoidant Attachment Disorder

Snow Day

Collapsing reader

Spicy Food

Deadpool S/O

Thanksgiving

Body Swap!

SMUT

Meme Gremlin S/O

Hannibal x Reader x Will:

Being hit on Hannibal x Reader x Will

Affections Hannibal x Reader x Will

Will x Reader x Hannibal

Margot Verger:

Protected

Meme Gremlin S/O

Will Graham:

Asexual Male Reader

Reader who owns dogs

Stray Dogs

Will Graham x s/o

Short s/o

Thanksgiving

Dating Will Graham

Sub!Will SMUT

Baking Reader

Stutter

Body Swap!

Cuddling

Deadpool!S/O

Meme Gremlin S/O

Non Binary Reader

Bo Sinclair:

Asexual Male Reader

Jealous Slashers

Mommy Kink NSFW

S/O who bursts out crying

Soulmate Scar AU

Bo with calm s/o

S/O who wears his clothes and pretends to be him

S/o with djungelskog

Chubby Reader

Heat Exhaustion

Soulmate Name AU

British Reader

Thanksgiving

Shaved Legs

Disney

Bubble Baths

Flat S/O

Snow day

Lester SInclair:

Animal Lover S/O

Mommy Kink NSFW

12 Days of Lester: Part 1  Part 2   Part 3    Part 4   Part 5   Part 6    Part 7    Part 8 Part 9  Part 10  Part 11   Part 12

Chubby Reader

Soulmate Name AU

S/O who bursts out crying

Shaved Legs

Nerdy reader

Reader who talks down about themselves 

Long Fic: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Vincent Sinclair:

Mommy Kink NSFW

You’re my favourite piece of art

S/O defends him in front of Bo

Reader who talks down about themself

Soulmate Scar AU

NSFW

Chubby Reader

Clingy s/o

Heat Exhaustion

Body Swap AU

Soulmate Name AU

S/O who bursts out crying

AFAB Reader SMUT

Bubble Baths

First meeting

Reader on her period

Patrick Bateman:

Asexual Male Reader

His clothes

Halloween Songs

Body Swap!

Michael Myers:

Jealous Slashers

Snow Day

”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand

Reaction to Clingy/Touch starved S/O

Half Sister

First Words Soulmate AU

Chubby Reader

Heat Exhaustion

Body Swap AU

Thanksgiving

Trans!Male Reader

Stretch Marks

Admirer

Flat S/O

Snow day

Jason Voorhees:

Snow Day

Mommy Kink NSFW

”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand

Reaction to Clingy/Touch starved S/O

Jason X Reader Part 1:The killer at camp crystal lake

Chubby Reader

Body Swap AU

Thanksgiving

Shaved Legs

Reader on her period

Trans!Male Reader

Stretch Marks

Admirer

Flat S/O

Bubba Sawyer:

Animal Lover S/O

Flat S/O

Brahms Heelshire:

Mommy Kink NSFW

”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand

Reaction to Clingy/Touch starved S/O

Half Sister

Shaved Legs

Chop Top:

General relationship HC

Thomas Hewitt:

Jealous Slashers

Animal Lover S/O

Chubby s/o

First Words Soulmate AU

S/o with djungelskog

Clingy s/o

Tackle Hug

Heat Exhaustion

Protected

Marriage?

Body Swap AU

Soulmate Name AU

British Reader

Thanksgiving

Disney

Bubble Baths

Reader on her period

Trans!Male Reader

Flat S/O

Jesse Cromeans:

Animal Lover S/O

Short Reader

Body Swap!

Otis Driftwood:

Heat Exhaustion

Tattoos

Nerd Reader

Bubble Baths

Evan McMillan (The Trapper):

The entity

Gunslinger:

Picnic by the train tracks

Asa Emory:

s/o who helps him

Deaf!Mute reader

Short Reader

Soulmate Name AU

Bubble Baths

Body Swap!

Ghostface:

Ray of sunshine S/O

Pyramid Head:

Day at the zoo with S/O head canons

”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand

Reaction to Clingy/Touch starved S/O

Reader on her period

Stretch Marks

Admirer

Snow day

Billy Loomis:

”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand

Watching Scary Movies with S/O

Stu Macher:

Watching Scary Movies with S/O

S/o with djungelskog

British Reader

Flat S/O

Stu Macher:

Watching Scary Movies with S/O

S/o with djungelskog

British Reader

Flat S/O

Carrie:

”Hold this” But it’s their S/O’s hand

Carrie going to prom with S/O who finds out about the blood prank

Trans!Male Reader

Yautja:

Chubby Reader

Stretch Marks

[messy-gemini1]

Don't play with guns

ok so I've been seeing some Fics where Lester is the one who shoots Victor and I thought I'd do a little story where our sister! Sinclair reader decides to be the one to pull the trigger :)

You could say you're a very smart person, even from a young age you were intelligent, gaining most of your knowledge from your father's side, you didn't talk much either, only giving little one word replies or quiet words.

you always had a fascination with guns. Whether it be Bo's little pistole he keeps hidden in his dresser or your dads Winchester shotgun that he kept locked in the cabinet.

You knew better when it came to the marks on Bo's wrists and the emotional damage Vincent faced from mama. Or how Lester often stayed away from home when mama or daddy would yell at him for messing with animal bones.

Your brothers always tried to reassure you they were fine. but you knew better. You knew better when mama got sick, you knew she wouldn't be alive long, not if your dad had anything to do with it.

You could see it in his eyes. The way he would scowl when your mother cried for Vincent, or how she would howl in pain throughout the night. The dirty looks people gave him throughout town. The anger in his eyes when arguing with Bo.

You could hear their screams from the basement, Vincent bringing you down in hopes of you not getting in the middle of it. But you were far too deep. The things you've imagined in your head, the dreams that plagued your sleep, the whispered of the gun, drawing you nearby.

It wasn't until you watched your father smother your mother with a pillow as you watched from the crack in the door did you finally decide to listen to the whispers and let them guide you.

It was late, Daddy had explained to the boys what happened to momma, "stroke" he said. The boys seemed upset, but you only watched your dad, hugging the stuffed rabbit momma made you, gripping its neck tightly.

Bo gripped the arm of the couch. "And you didn't let us say goodbye? just wrapped her up and threw her away like trash?" he shouted, standing up. Vincent attempted to calm his twin down, but it was no use. Bo and daddy started arguing, until Daddy decided to slam him into the wall by the neck, getting into his face.

Lester grabbed your form, pulling you away from the mess while Vincent tried to pry his dad off his brother. You watched and waited.

'Tonight, grab it' your heard them say. your eyes glaring at your daddy as he finally let Bo go who panted and rubbed his neck which was already bruising.

That night, as Vincent tucked you into bed, you gently cupped his cheek. He froze watching your form. "it'll be ok" you whispered, getting comfortable, not saying much else as he hesitantly turned the light off and walked out of the room.

You waited hours, until you could hear no sound in the house. only the crickets outside. Your feet lightly stepped onto the floorboards, voices guiding you on which boards would creak and give your away.

You opened your dads door slowly, eyeing the glass bottle by the bed, hands gripping the door frame. 'desk~' they whispered, your eyes gliding over the messy room to the shining keys on the desk.

your form moved against the shadows, grabbing the single key from the desk and making your way back to the hallway, unlocking the gun rack but not opening it. you quickly placed the key back where it was and went back to your room, eyes trained on the moonlight out the window.

The next day, Bo and Vincent were outside working on digging a grave for mama, Lester was watching television with you while daddy was in his office, writing a death certificate for mama.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna get us a snack, ok?" he said standing up. You sent Lester a smile and nod. He smiled back and left the room, walking down the small hall to the kitchen.

A second later you quickly walked past the kitchen, sneaking past your brother, you quietly opened the gun cabinet and pulled the shotgun out, the weight seemingly unaffecting you.

You turned and walked down the hall slowly, listening to the pen scratching on paper. You creaked the door open slowly.

"Hello, sweetie, daddies busy" Victor said, not looking up. You said nothing taking another step. Victor gave a small growl and turned his head quickly "i said i-" his eyes widened as the barrel of the gun pressed underneath his jaw. "o-ok princess, very funny. You know how many times I told you to not play with those, guns aren't toys" he said, sweat starting to form on his forehead.

Your eyes only hardened as you pressed the cold barrel rougher against him.

"g-goddammit you brat! put the fucking gun down" He growled, hands flexing. "its not a fucking toy"

"listen to me!"

"your just like your damn brothers! don't listen to a damn word-"

The loud bang and kick back of the gun and spray of the wetness was your only way of knowing you pulled the trigger. You hear the many footsteps running to the room.

"o-oh my god" your heard Lester say, then you heard Bo take a deep breath, your body turning around to look at them. They stared at you with wide eyes.

"He hurt you..." you spoke. "he hurt momma" you said, tearing up. "i-i didn't want him to hurt you anymore" You sniffled, watching as The three boys stepped closer, Bo taking the gun from your hands.

"Hey hey its ok, w-we'll clean this up" he said, gulping.

Vincent had taken the liberty of cleaning you off, while Lester and Bo cleaned the mess in study room.

"He shot himself, ok? After the death of mama, he couldn't take it ok?" Bo said, looking at Lester who only nodded. "w-what if they don't buy it?" He spoke.

Bo gulped and looked at the mess of blood and brains. "Then I did it. You guys can say he was putting his hands on Y/n and i shot him" Bo said, Lester looked at him with wide eyes. "they'll believe it's me, I already have the bad behavior record" he said.

What frightened Bo the most of it all was not the idea of separating from you all, no.

It was the fact you didn't seem to care that you had killed your own father. The fact you did it to protect them when they were meant to protect you

#house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair #house of wax #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #sister sinclair #slashers

[dustylava]

Y/n Sinclair was just sitting on the couch, between her brothers, Bo and Lester. The family doggy was sprawled on the lap of the younger sister, while you gently stroked her tender tummy. Vincent was sitting on a armchair, and periodically glanced at his brothers and sister. It was a quiet, lazy afternoon. It was very warm outside, but not hot. The house was cooler, thanks to a homemade fan, that Bo and Lester had assembled from improvised materials. While the brothers were busy with the assembly, you, Vinny and Jonesy just stared at them, silently asking, why you can't just buy a normal one? Lester was almost asleep, his head lolled back on the couch. You carefully covered his slightly open mouth, from which, with a quiet grunt and startled, the man woke up. You apologized, but your brother just smiled and relaxed back on the couch. Vincent has been yawning under the mask for the millionth time. He even lifted it up a couple of times, to wipe away tears after yawning. Bo gently pressed his finger on the dog's leather nose, which made her squirm on your lap. Everything was quiet and cozy, just like you all love.

And suddenly, you aware of life. -You lying piece of faggot… - You looked at Bo with eyes, full of disappointment. - You're a liar. - Bo froze in the middle of a yawn and closed his mouth, already looking at you, with incomprehension and absolute confusion. -What the fuck? - Lester even woke up. All three of them stared at you. Only Jonesy was still lying relaxed on your lap. -All my life, when you said: "my flower, come to my arms", you put me on your lap! When you take someone in your arms, you do it, - you took the dog in your arms, like a child, so that Jonesy's head was resting on your shoulder. - Like that! - Bo was still staring at you blankly, while Vincent and Lester were doing their best, not to laugh. - You really took me in your arms, only when I was injured or you had to move me somewhere. -Y/n, what the fuck..?

Lester burst out laughing. Vincent pulled his knees up to his chest and wheezed with laughter. -And what are you laughing at? You're just like him! Liars! - Now all three brothers were staring at you in confusion. But the long-haired artist quickly recovered. He wanted to hold out his hand to you, but still reached for a piece of paper. After a couple of moments, he handed you this piece of paper. "S L A N D E R! Don't lie about me! Put the dog away, please." You put Jonesy down on the floor, while Vinnie was coming up to you. The man picked you up in his arms, so that your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He croaked something like, "like that." -Oh! And I, usually, take her, you know, like brides in movies. So that her knees would be thrown over my arm. - The younger brother stood up. - Let me show you. - In response, Vincent shook his head negatively and walked away from the couch. - Hey!

While Vincent was running around the house, with you in his arms, from Lester, Bo was looking at the wall, trying to figure out, what the fuck was going on here and why? -She just sucked the problem out of her finger, didn't she? - In response, the best girl just barked and went to the bowl of water. - Fuck my life...

#house of wax #bo sinclair #bo #vincent sinclair #vincent #lester sinclair #lester #sinclair brothers #sinclair brothers x reader #sinclair brothers x sister #sinclair brothers x sister reader #sinclair brothers x you #horror movies #slasher movies #slashers #movie #тупые шутки как смысл жизни

[12gaugefalls]

Something Worth Fighting For (Sinclair brothers x sister!OC) (PLATONIC) Part 2

A/N: A little summary this part jumps to three years after the first part! The ages of the Sinclair's in this are: Bo and Vincent: 13, Lester: 11 and Emily:8. The next part to this will be in Lester's pov, before we go into third person. I feel like the next part will be pretty angsty so please be mindful of that (I'll still put a TW anyway but just letting you know!) Let's get on to it!

TW: Mentions of child abuse, injury, and hints to plotting revenge. (Please tell me if I missed anything!)

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(Three years later, Vincent's pov)

It was nearing his sister's birthday. He and his brothers were planning to do something for her, with the limited things they had. She was turning 8 this year. He and Bo had been doing odd jobs around town to get some money to buy her a gift. Lester was making his present to her this year. It was going pretty good lately, but Vincent had noticed something going on with his parents. They had been very secretive, their father leaving the room to talk to someone on the phone, their mother convincing their sister to get rid of some of her things (which wasn't much anyways). Vincent had found these things weird, so he had told Bo about this and Bo agreed that he had seen things as well.

Vincent Sinclair was shocked to see Emily's room almost completely empty, only things that were completely necessary were left. This totally didn't sit right with the masked twin, so he went to find his baby sister to ask where most of her stuff had gone, only for their mother to block his path and berate him for not working on his talent. She started pushing Vincent back to the home workshop as he tried to make up an excuse that he was hungry or something, but to no avail.

Vincent didn't know how he was supposed to not only tell his brothers about what he saw but ask his sister where all of her stuff had gone. Their mother hovering near him not made it damn near impossible, until she went outside for a smoke break. As soon as Vincent heard the front door slam, he quickly made his way to the backyard. Spotting his two youngest siblings, he stopped, Lester was holding Emily in his arms as tears rolled down his face and from the way Emily's back was rising and falling quickly, she was crying too. But Vincent saw it wasn't really sadness on Lester's face, it was anger. It was a look that Vincent wasn't used to on his happy-go-lucky baby brother.

As Vincent made his way over, Lester's eyes snapped to him, giving a few signs asking what happened, Lester had responded by telling Emily that Vincent was here and that she should show and tell him what happened.

Nothing could prepare him for what he saw and felt when his baby sister turned around.

A forming bruise covered her entire cheek and a small gash on her forehead. Vincent swore he had never move faster in his young life, he gently cupped her unbruised cheek bring his other hand to shakily sign and ask what happened. Her response only made him fill with rage.

"It was momma.. she got mad at me this morning.." her voice was shaky, tears and snot running down her face. "I didn't mean to get in the way!" Her cry broke both brothers hearts. Vincent was angry, there was no doubt about it, but unlike his twin, Vincent didn't react immediately. No, he would wait to seek revenge, on his own mother. But for now, he and Lester would go down to the park and distract her until they came up with a way to tell Bo.

It was all they could do for now.

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A/N: Please again I'm thanking @loveandmurders for giving me permission to use their AU! I'm really excited for this series! I've been trying to post for years my fanfictions (not this one specifically) and I've never been able to do it. But to see that I got even just a few likes means the world to me! So thank you! And please go check them out, I really love their work and they inspire me so much! Thanks again!

#house of wax x reader #bo sinclair x you #bo Sinclair x reader #Vincent Sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x you #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x you #sinclair brothers x reader

[coopermorrow]

Who I Write For

Hi! My name is Cooper and I am hoping to be a writer one day so I thought what better way of starting off than by writing about my favorite celebrities and characters? I am in many fandoms but not all, so if you don't happen to see one of your favorite celebrities or characters on my list you can still ask me to write about them and I'll do my best!

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Nora Montgomery

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Queenie

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Kyle Spencer (pre and post death)

Dandy Mott

Tristan Duffy

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Michael Langdon

Mallory

Brooke Thompson

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Harry Gardner

Slashers/Horror Characters:

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Doomhead

Brahms Heelshire

Darry Jenner (Jeepers Creepers)

Norman Bates (Bates Motel)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Art the Clown

BTS:

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

Jackass:

Johnny Knoxville

Steve-O

Ryan Dunn

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Rachel Wolfson

Marvel/Avengers Characters:

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

James "Bucky" Barnes

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

IT (2017 and 2019):

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Patrick Hockstetter

Henry Bowers

Reginald "Belch" Huggins

Victor Criss

What's Eating Gilbert Grape:

Gilbert Grape

Arnie Grape

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

It's Always Sunny In Philadeplphia:

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Deandra "Dee" Reynolds

Ronald "Mac" McDonald

The Last Of Us (show):

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Miscellaneous:

Javier Pena

Kevin Khatchadourian

Jay (Jay and Silent bob)

Jareth the Goblin King (The Labyrinth)

Mort Rainey

Victor Van Dort

Tarrant Hightopp/The Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland)

Edward Scissorhands

I will not write rape, 18+ content for underage characters, or anything where the character is another species. I will not take requests containing pedophilia, ablism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any other form of bigotry. Comfort imagines for things such as depression, eating disorders, and anxiety are fine as long as you do not want them to be very descriptive and/or explicit. Please make formal requests through my ask as I will not take comments as formal requests. I write for multiple genders but only smut for afab people as that is the anatomy I am most understanding of. I do take "x reader" requests. I can try to write crossovers, though I'm not too experienced with them and I do write for celebrities as well.

Requests are open now so if you do decide to make one, please include the character(s) you want and at least a small description of what you would like the plot to be. Thank you! <3

#american horror story x reader #slashers x reader #bts x reader #jackass x reader #losers club x reader #bowers gang x reader #joel miller x reader #wednesday addams x reader #pedro pascal x reader #american horror story #jackass #the last of us hbo #pedro pascal #joel miller #bts fanfic #fanfiction #imagines #smut #wednesday netflix #joel tlou x reader