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Kinktober 2023 - Day 9

Facesitting with Arthur Shelby

"A New Addiction"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: After a bad day Arthur finds a new favorite way to relieve his stress.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - oral sex, light dirty talk, swearing, pet names, hair pulling, reference to vaginal sex

You could tell Arthur had had a bad day when he came over to the couch and practically crawled into your lap. Nuzzling his face into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. Sighing as you started rubbing his back and pressing kisses onto the top of his head. You knew when he was this clingy he didn't really want to talk. Instead, he just wanted affection.

It didn't take long for him to start unbuttoning the top of your blouse and placing kisses between your breasts. Occasionally leaving a soft nip against your skin. You could feel him smile against your skin when his mustache would make you giggle every now and then.

"Come on, Arthur. Let's go to bed. I can tell you've had a long day. We can have dinner later."

"Well I am hungry, love, but not for food."

You rolled your eyes as you took him by the hand and led him to your shared bedroom. Closing and locking the door behind you since his brothers rarely bothered knocking and preferred to just let themselves in. By the time you turned around, Arthur had already undone his shirt and was quickly moving onto his pants.

"I have an idea, love. I want you to sit on my fuckin' face, yeah? I don't want to see anything but you above me grinding that pretty little pussy on my face."

You blushed at the suggestion even as Arthur came over to start undressing you too now that he was down to his boxers. A smile now back on his face and a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. Tossing your clothes to the side until he had you completely naked.

This time leading you over to the bed. Plopping down in the middle of the bed and patting the spots on either side of his head. Signaling where he wanted you before holding one hand out to help you up on the bed and moving one hand to palm his cock through his boxers. The tent there growing larger by the minute, even though you hadn't even touched him yet.

You took his hand and started crawling onto the bed. Kneeling up by Arthur's shoulders but not yet moving to straddle his face as he asked. Still unsure whether you should do what he had requested. You didn't want to accidentally suffocate him.

"I'm not sure, Arthur. What if I hurt you? What if you can't breathe?"

He chuckled and started pulling you to sit on his chest. One leg thrown over each side of his body.

"You really think you can hurt me, darlin'? Besides, if I die because you suffocate me with your cunt I'll die a happy man. Now, be a good girl and sit on my fuckin' face!"

With that, he grabbed a hold of both of your ass cheeks and forcibly pulled you up over his mouth. Not giving you any time to react before latching his mouth over your sex and began licking up over your slit. A moan pulled from your chest as you reached to grab ahold of the metal rods of the bedframe and the wall to stabilize yourself.

"Oh my God, Arthur!"

He pulled one hand back and slapped your ass making you buck against his face. A groan erupting from his lips at the feeling of you grinding on him and sending vibrations through your cunt. His mustache tickling your clit perfectly as he devoured you like a man starved.

His tongue probing inside of you, then moving back to licking you up and down. All the while managing to never leave your clit unattended. It felt so incredible that you couldn't help but rut yourself against him.

He happily let you fuck yourself on his tongue. Stroking all the right spots on your inner walls. You had no idea Arthur's tongue was so long until now. Your moans easily carried through the thin walls of the house. If Tommy or John dared to enter the front door they would surely hear. Hell you wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors could hear you.

You gazed down at your lover and really couldn't care less if they did hear. Bringing one hand down to grab a hold of his light brown, almost ginger hair. Leaving your other hand gripping the bars of the metal bed frame for balance. Although with Arthur's hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh so hard they were sure to leave bruises, you knew he wouldn't let you fall.

The more you rode his face the more he groaned in delight into your dripping cunt. Eventually you felt him start thrusting his hips up against nothing. The thought that Arthur was getting so much pleasure from just eating your pussy making a fire start to burn in your low belly.

When he could feel your cunt start to flutter and tense around his tongue Arthur couldn't help but whisper encouragements. You couldn't decide if he was talking to you or your pussy, but either way his words were steadily pushing you towards your climax.

"That's it, pretty girl. Know that feels good. Feel you getting ready to cream on my tongue. That's my good girl. Give me all you got, lovey. I want it all."

He stopped talking only to suck your clit into his mouth and start stroking it with his tongue. Your whole body was on fire as your hips started to stutter and all your muscles clenched.

"Oh God, Arthur, I'm gonna cum! Don't fucking stop!"

It seemed impossible, but Arthur somehow started sucking harder and licking faster. The feeling of his blue eyes watching you making your body tingle. Your eyes were squeezed shut, and your brow coated with a light sheen of sweat. A guttural groan and a high-pitched whine verging on a scream came from you as you had the strongest orgasm you had ever had.

Your whole body spasming as your cum flooded Arthur's mouth. In that moment he decided you were far better and way more addictive than any whiskey or snow could ever be. He would throw every other substance away for the taste of you on his tongue and the image of your naked body above him shaking and sobbing from pleasure.

You leaned to the side, moving to dismount Arthur's chest. Still in a daze from the mind melting orgasm he had just given you, assuming that he would want either a fuck or blow job in return. You would happily give him either, or even both after how hard he made you cum.

Jarred from your train of thought when you felt Arthur's strong hands flex to keep you not only perched on top of him but moving back up towards his face. A wide smile on his lips, still shining from your release, as he caught your quizzical gaze.

"Didn't think I was done, did ya, love? I think I found my new favorite way to relieve stress, and I'm still feeling a bit tense."

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Lie Worth Telling

Alfie Solomons X GN! Reader

Summary: Alfie had made a deal with Tommy, and he won. Now he's getting to sleep with Tommy's lover, but that's just it; you're not.

Warnings: Smut, Lying, Strong/Rough Alfie

Minors do not interact!

Piercing eyes stared back at the man Tommy told you to play along with, looking over the man, seeing the many rings that decorated his fingers. Good-looking man, even as he looked ready to kill Tommy it sent a shutter through you. "Tommy, your love is very beautiful," he says, walking closer to you.

"Thank you Alfie," Tommy said plainly a bit fed up, but you played along. "Yea, well a deal is a deal Tommy," he said, not breaking his gaze from you. Tommy turns to you, leaning in. "I'll pick you up in the morning," Tommy whispers to you, then with a nod he leaves.

Alone with the man named Alfie watching as he offers his hand, "Come on, I'll show you around." Taking it he leads you through the house showing you the many rooms telling their purposes, even earning a few laughs from you with his ramblings.

Walking up the stairs, you knew where to next, taking a breath preparing for what you were paid for.

Watching as he opens the door to a slightly messy bedroom, following in, you hear the door close behind. Letting go of your hand he walks to the other side of the room taking off his rings and pocket watch. "Sit" still sounding gentle, but it didn't stop the nerves.

Doing as asked, sinking into the foot of the bed, hearing his footsteps walk closer than feeling as the bed sank next to you. Turning to see his hand run over his face then smoothing down his beard, hearing him take a breath then turned to you "I ain't going to force you into anything." He reassures you but the little time you've spent with Alfie one night with him couldn’t hurt.

He watches as you stand, earning a sigh from him but stops seeing you take off your coat then letting it fall to the floor, seeing his surprised face while walking towards him.

Pushing on his chest making him lay back watching as you lift your clothes up and over then throwing them to the floor, he stays quiet as you saddle his thighs. His warm hands grip onto you as your hands travel undoing his white buttoned shirt, as a smile grows on your face at his stunned and breathless face.

Finally revealing his chest, your hands travel down making him shutter, pulling on the button to his pants causing his hands to fly up pulling yours away. He sits up making your faces inches apart. His hands travel up from your thighs to hips while you study his face which was drunk off of your touch.

Lips smash into yours while his hands grip and explore, feeling his hunger through his soft lips, earning a moan that escapes from your throat. Leading your hands up and through his hair then lightly pulling earning a groan from him, breaking the kiss he rolls you off and onto the bed.

Now between your legs his rough hands rip anything you had left on throwing it to the ground, wasting no time he undoes his pants not bothering to pull them off completely only pulling out his hardening cock. Watching as he groaned softly as he stroked himself before slowly fitting it in before taking it back out, his teasing caused your hips to push down, making him go deeper.

He gasps finally sinking into you. Deeper in, he picks your leg up then plants it on his shoulder. Both cursing in mixed breath as he feels you up, his thrust starting slow then picking up as your moans and pleas to him grow.

Planting kisses on your neck then lips as he fucked you into the bed frame, grasping the bed frame behind you digging your nails into it while the other did the same to his back. Holding back his name from your moans as to play up Tommy's lover, in turn, you enjoy his moans or your name that curled up from his throat and into your ear.

Feeling as he starts to touch you helping you build up under him while his other hand stays gripped onto your hip bruising it, "Alfie" you slip causing him to deepen his thrusts removing his hand from your hip to the bed frame on top of yours.

Looking into his eyes with watered eyes and stained cheeks, once again he kissed your lips, still hungry. "Fuck" he whispers while breaking the kiss then feeling his thrust getting sloppy and his hand getting fast needing you to cum. "Please" you whine feeling your body getting ready to spill out.

Waves chores through your body as his cock buried deep into you fills you up. Gasps and moans fill the room as your bodies mix. Letting each other ride out your highs cursing away.

Quieting down he lays next to you, laying down your head on his chest hearing his heartbeat calm down. Looking up, seeing his eyes closed, "Tired?" You laugh, earning a smile "Tommy's a lucky man" he complements, but if it were only true "Sure" his eyes open to look at you.

"Tommy not fucking you right?" He smirks his question "More like he doesn't at all" His eyes go wide "Now that's a shame, just a shame" he babbles, pulling you closer.

"I'm not Tommy's lover Alfie" he looks at you with blank eyes, "So you're single then?" He asks making you laugh "Now I'm serious" "Yes Alfie" you laugh he says nothing further only cuddling you closer than planting a kiss on your head.

Shivering in the cold morning waiting for Tommy, trying to suffer in silence, only wanting to crash and burn in your bed. A warm arm warps around you knowing it was Alfie you smile then lean in, The sounds of a car coming down the street interrupting the new source of warmth.

The car parks, and you see Tommy through the front car window, watching as he gets out, looking tired yet ready for business. Slowly you walk to him, wrapping your arms lightly around him. He does the same then keeps his hand on you. "The deal is done Tommy; they were very lovely," He says smiling at you, smiling back then looking down.

"Alright, good day, Alfie," Tommy says then turns leading you along and into the car. Seeing Alfie give a small wave looking at you earning a smile once more.

Driving away the car fell silent, only the rumble of the car filling the void. "You told him" Tommy's dull voice broke the silence. Huffing a laugh not looking at him, you respond "Don't worry Tommy the deal was very much fulfilled" smirking as you look out the window watching the city streets. Tommy didn't respond; you can imagine he had looked away fighting the urge to pull out a cigarette.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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I'm in love 😍🕯️

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I beg you on my knees for more Billy Lenz art 🛐

I didn't get enough, I'm going to draw him more

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The Chase

Summary: The reader escapes the Sinclair's house in Ambrose. Bo simply can't have that, and a chase ensues.

Pairing: Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut, rough-fucking, the slightest bit of degradation (Bo calls the reader an animal), Praise kink, vaginal fingering

Word Count: 2,016 words

Your feet pounded against the pavement; they were swollen, bleeding, your shoes discarded long ago. Your chest ached as you tried to suck in a breath but you couldn’t, it was like your throat was frozen over and your chest was full of water. None of the street lights were on as you passed by old, dilapidated houses. The grass was unkempt, the road full of glass and rocks that got stuck in the webbing of your toes. Tears were streaming down your face and your hair stuck to your cheeks. You had been running for what felt like forever- had it only been half an hour? Two hours? A century? If you stopped long enough to think about it you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep running, your exhaustion would get the better of you and you’d lose, you’d lose this battle.

When you could, you’d throw a hasty glance over your shoulder, making sure that the headlights of Bo’s truck weren’t following you, at least not yet. You kept running, you kept running even though each step was agony, even though your head was swimming and you couldn’t quite get a proper breath, even though your hands were shaking and you could barely see through the tears. And that’s when you heard it, the familiar purr of Bo’s truck, somewhere far down the road.

A sob ripped itself from your throat as you began to limp. In your heart, you knew it was over, you weren’t winning this time. The purr of the truck suddenly became a roar, a ferocious roar like a big cat hunting its prey, and in a way, you supposed you sort of were. Headlights illuminated the dark road, making your shadow seem larger and longer than it really was.

He was practically on you now.

You summoned the last vestiges of strength and kept running. The car had stopped and you heard the door slam. The crunch from his boots was just behind you; he was running, and he was a lot faster than you were. Big arms wrap around your waist and suddenly you’re both tumbling to the ground. You hit the street hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs. You groan as you try to crawl away, head swimming as you grip at the grass with dirty hands. He gets up before you, you can hear him curse as he takes a staggering step towards you.

“Bo- Bo please,” You wail as he clambers on top of you, unhurried, knees on either side of your chest. “Please don’t hurt me,” He’s panting, chest heaving with the effort of chasing you, of tackling you down into the grass. Beads of sweat cling to his forehead and you hate it- you hate yourself- you hate how some part of your mind thinks he looks good like this. You suck in deep, desperate breaths, chest heaving in time with his. The ice in your throat begins to melt, instead replaced with a sharp sting as you gulp down the hazy Louisiana air. Your hands are pinned by your head, leaving you immobile. His hands practically swallow your wrists whole, his grip is tight but nowhere near as violent as you knew he could be.

“Shh, shh, shh babygirl,” He sounds wrecked, just as out of breath as you. “Don’t you worry, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” His smile, you had thought it looked kind before, was venomous. He moves your arms up above your head, wrapping both of your wrists in just one of his hands. The other comes to touch your face, calloused fingers running along your cheeks.

You should be recoiling, trying to put up a fight, but instead you lean into his touch, tired from running for so long.

“Look at what a mess you made,” He’s clicking his tongue at you, admonishing you like a child. You suppose you did make a mess, cheeks stained with tears, knees and hands covered in dirt and blood. “Was gonna take you back home, clean ya up,” His eyes are heavy, full of anger and something more. “But if you want to behave like an animal-” His tone had been gentle, kind at first, but with each word the more he sounded like a caged animal, waiting to strike. “Then you’ll get fucked like an animal,”

Any reply, plea, or cry you had died in your throat when his lips were suddenly upon yours, rough, biting, unkind. Without hesitation he pries your mouth open with his tongue, hot and heavy and wanting. You whine, only this time it isn’t the pitiful cry for mercy you had been so freely giving earlier. This time you whine because you want him- you want him more than anything you’ve ever wanted in your life.

The hands that once pinned yours to the ground are suddenly upon your body, shoving your dress down your shoulders, allowing the warm air to roll over your breasts.

“Fuck, look at you darlin’,” Bo murmurs as he drinks in the sight of you below him, your chest exposed, nipples hard, mouth agape with desire. He wastes no time, leaning down and suckling a nipple into his mouth. “Look at that-” His voice is rough, gravelly, practically a growl as he presses a series of kisses along the swell of your breasts. “So fuckin’ desperate for it, aren’t you?” He waits for no reply, taking the other nipple into his mouth as his hand pinches and twists the nipple he just left. His mouth is warm, wet, gentle against your skin. He runs his tongue over your bud before sucking into his mouth once more. “Could spend m’ entire life right here,” He mumbles, nuzzling his nose against your sternum. “Suckin’ on these pretty things-”

“Bo-” Your voice is ragged from crying, ragged from trying to breathe, ragged from the desire pooling in your belly. He pays you no mind as he goes back to sucking, just as desperate for it as you. His hands drift lower, slowly sliding down the exposed skin of your thigh before sliding back up, taking the hem of your dress with them. He pushes the skirt of your dress up above your legs, letting it settle just above your hips, as he stops to admire his work. Your eyes are glossy, lips parted, chest still heaving. Your chest is shiny with his spit and if you weren’t wearing any underwear, you knew your thighs would be shining too.

“Would ya look at that-” Bo says with a coy grin, like a cat that’s just caught the canary. His knuckle brushes against the wet spot of your panties and you gasp, soft and unexpected. “Goddamn angel-” He mumbles, so quietly that if you weren’t hanging on to his every word, you might have missed it. “You look like a goddamn angel,” He kisses you again, just as hungry and needy as before. One hand holds himself above you, caging you in like a bird, while the other shoves your panties to the side, fingers thick and rough as he slides them through your folds.

You preen, you whine, you arch your back into his warm body. Your hand snaps down to meet his, your dirty digits wrapping around his wrist, keeping him pinned against you. He laughs softly against the column of your throat, it's soft and song-like, it's his genuine laugh. “Slow down babygirl, I’m gettin’ there,” His thumbs at your clit, presses down into it as he rubs circles. God, you could spend your entire life right here, his warm chest pressed against yours, his lips at your neck, sucking soft marks into your skin, his fingers rubbing at your clit so well you feel like you may cry again. And then he pushes a finger into you, crooks it at just the right angle, and you are crying again.

“Bo please,” You’re whining, begging, pleading, like a dog, like an animal. “Please fuck me,” His palm rubs against your clit as he inserts another finger, hooking it against that spot again.

“Fuck,” He curses as he pulls his digits out, slow and steady, before pushing them back in. “If you keep talkin’ pretty like that I might not make it long enough to actually fuck you,” You close your mouth, close it as tight as you can, because you can’t stand the thought of him not fucking you, of not feeling him any closer than he is now. “That’s it,” He soothes as he fucks his fingers inside of you once more. “That’s a good girl, that’s m’ good girl,” That’s all it takes, all it takes is him calling you his girl, for your first orgasm to ripple through you. You feel stupid from it, you feel drunk just off the feeling of his fingers and his voice, but you can’t bring yourself to care, not when he’s sucking on those same fingers that were just in your pussy.

“Best damn thing I’ve ever tasted,” He hums, absolutely delighted, around his fingers. He’s teasing now, dragging this out. Your hands shake as you reach for the button of his jeans, too impatient to wait around for him to do it himself. Bo lets you, lets you hook your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, lets you shove the offending clothing down his legs. He guides your legs around his hips, touch gentle as he runs his hands up your calves, lets you lock your ankles behind his back.

He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t give you time to adjust before he bottoms out, the tip of his cock buried so deep in your body you see stars. And then he pulls out, almost completely, just leaving the head in your velvety walls before plunging back in.

You curse and you whine, you moan and you cry, you beg him to fuck you faster, deeper, babbling on and on. He presses gentle kisses to your shoulders, your neck, your cheeks as he slams into you, dick hitting so deep you swear you can feel him against your cervix. Your nails dig into the denim of his shirt and you’re sure if he wasn’t wearing it there’d be crescent shaped moons on his shoulders.

“Takin’ my dick so well,” He huffs as he fucks you, rough and deep, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. “Such a good girl- you’re fuckin’ perfect,” He fits against you perfectly, arms on either side of your head, his chest grazing against yours, balls smacking against your ass as he fucks you within an inch of your life. You can feel your second orgasm creeping upon you, threatening to squeeze the air out of your lungs, threatening to milk him for everything he was worth.

“You close baby?” He asks, even though he knows the answer. You nod, too dumb, too fucked for words. “ ‘S okay,” He assures you. “ ‘S okay, ‘m close too,” He continues his relentless pace, not slowing for one second, not even when your walls flutter around him, not even when you throw your head back and cry out his name, like a prayer, not even when he cums too, painting your insides with his seed. He continues like that for sometime, fucking you even though you’ve cum twice, even though his own arms shake from the overstimulation. And then he stops, hips stilling inside of you, hips pressed flush against yours, ass snug against his pubic bone. He pulls you close, arms wrapped around your belly, and his face buried in the crook of your neck. You can feel him smile, it’s soft and lopsided, more of a smirk than anything.

Neither of you say anything, not for a while at least. You don’t mind, the stars are out and the grass is soft beneath you, his arms are warm and heavy, his cock still half hard in your pussy, keeping you grounded despite your exhaustion.

“I would never hurt you,” He eventually mumbles, still not moving from the crook of your neck. His voice is soft but his tone is firm, unwavering. “Never you,”

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I feel so called out (｡ŏ_ŏ) welp at least I am a bit aware¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Original @sa1ntseb

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He's a 10 but he kills people in the source material

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I’m about to throw a fit about this shit.

They BOTH kill people Jesus and WHO THE FUCK HAD ALL THE KILLS BECAUSE IT WASNT BO

I’m so sick of everyone thinking Vincent is innocent or what have you. He isn’t, as far as we know he was never manipulated by Bo. I don’t care, headcanon that shit if you want but this was from an article which is what’s frustrating.

Vincent didn’t kill because Bo told him to, he killed people for Trudy’s legacy and for the wax museum. To make art.

Literally everyone takes that damn scene of Bo yelling at Vincent WITH AN ARROW IN HIS CHEST to heart, that he’s manipulative and abusive, yes calling Vincent a freak was low as hell but if my sister didn’t back the hell off of me when I’m in pain I have a feeling I’d be calling her shit she didn’t want to hear too. Then I would feel bad and apologize cause that’s what we do. She’d do the same shit to me we like our space.

Anyway the whole point of the twins arc is that people aren’t always what they seem. Sure there’s a “good and evil twin” in theory but the truth is both can be good or both can be evil. They don’t have to fit into that stereotype of one acts better than the other.

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[giggles like a maniac and kicks my feet while watching Rafe Cameron edits on tiktok]

#rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #obx netflix #obx rafe cameron

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obsessed with this muppet clip where Gonzo breaks a piece of machinery and then just stares at the camera in an empty room and says ‘GUILT’ in the most harrowing way possible

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Y'all I was doing okay and then I saw one single gif of Bo in his funeral suit and suddenly I am once again chronically ill with the Rot for that fine ass fucking bastard

#TINGALING BAYBEE #bo sinclair #house of wax

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31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN ↳ DAY #17: THE TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE (1974) • dir. Tobe Hooper

“There are moments when we cannot believe that what is happening is really true. Pinch yourself and you may find out that it is.”

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We should have gotten more baby Lester. We were robbed.

Found and cleaned up some photos from the movie

#are you fucking kidding me #IN ALL EXCITED CAPS #house of wax (2005)#house of wax #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair

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Do I understand light and shadows? Absolutely not. Do I know how to draw cats? Also no. But here, Billy and Claude 💀

#billy lenz #black christmas #black christmas 1974

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Slasher domestic headcannons

Tags: fluff!

(Includes Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Leslie Vernon, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Daniel Robitaille (Candyman), Mark Hoffman)

Michael Myers

- Michael likes to think he keeps to himself at home, but he is a lot clinger than he thinks.

-Michael doesn't really do a whole lot at home, even when he's alone.

-He just kinda does random stuff, but never cleans lol.

-He won't admit it, but he loves cuddling you when you two wake up

-michael won't do a whole lot around the house in terms of cleaning, but on a good day he MIGHT bring you a hot drink in bed.

-You will most likely have to clean alone.

- Michael loves to sit down and watch a scary movie with you at night time. when you cling to him when you're scared, he is filled with a sense of pride that he's your protector.

-His favourite meal with you is lunch.

Bubba Sawyer

-Bubba is always mowing the grass, cleaning, cooking/ baking.

-Bubba will always let you sleep in if he can get it to slip past drayton.

-When bubba first wakes, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead and adjusts the blankets for you.

-Bubba is quick to start his chores and starts making breakfast.

-bubba loves to have a little bit of downtime with the family chicken.

-He loves to take a midday nap with you if Drayton allows it.

-Bubba always loves baking late night deserts with you.

-If you ever feel tired or need help with your chores, Bubba is there in a heartbeat to help you out.

Thomas Hewitt

-Thomas also wakes up early. As Thomas gets dressed he smiles to himself as he looks over at your sleeping form. He is always admiring you.

- Thomas is always helping Luda prepare meals as well as doing outdoor chores. Luda has assigned for you to help her with cleaning the house.

-Whenever Thomas gets a chance, he'll always sneak in and see if you're not too tired. He's always looking out for you.

-Thomas likes to prepare his clothes the night before, so it's not uncommon to see Thomas ironing his shirts before bed.

-After a long day, Thomas will lay in your lap, exhausted. His favourite thing is when you run your fingers through his hair gently, bringing him to sleep.

Jason Voorhees

-Jason is always so productive. He wakes up early and is always onto cleaning up inside and outside the cabin.

-Jason always finds peace when he's walking home from a hunt (for you) and there's a slight breeze, and he hears the birds chirping from afar.

-Jason is always quick to make you food, drinks, whatever you want.

-Jason's favourite is a hot chocolate for sure, it brings back nice childhood memories for him.

-Jason is usually really busy fixing up things around the cabin.

-He sometimes carves your two initials into trees.

Brahms Heelshire

-Brahms is a restless sleeper most nights.

-He tosses and turns so much throughout the night. He usually needs to spoon with you to get a better sleep (he doesn't mind being the big or little spoon.

- He definitely takes a while to wake up, he has leniency with his routine now that he's with you. Brahms enjoys slow mornings the most.

- Brahms usually likes to eat his meals around the same time everyday, he doesn't want to disrupt his routine more, it makes him feel really anxious.

-Brahms is guilty of always falling asleep first when you two get ready for bed. He falls asleep first, but he will definitely be watching over you during his restless bouts.

-When Brahms is alone, he likes to watch the garden from indoors. It's a comfort thing for him.

Leslie Vernon

- Leslie is always humming music. Usually on the lines of classic rock etc.

-Leslie is really productive. He's always planning and scheming.

-Leslie can only sleep once he's said goodnight to his pets.

-He only really sleeps in majorly when you sleep over with him. He swears it's the best sleep he's ever had.

-Leslie leaves sweet love notes for you if he has to go out for something. He writes about how he's grateful to have you, and also how he was right to stalk you (this is leslie we are talking about lol).

- Leslie hates sleeping without socks on.

- He can't cook to save his life, his signature dish however is mac n cheese. It's pretty decent to your standards.

Bo Sinclair

- Bo is such a heavy sleeper. He can wake up on protective instinct. Other than that, he sleeps like a rock.

-Bo loves to slick back his hair, even when he's spending the day alone. it's all apart of his charm.

-Bo is a decent cook. It may not be the most diverse of foods, but he's good at working with what he's got.

-He loses his car keys a lot.

-Bo tries to be sincere now that he's letting his walls down with you. You'll catch him with a gentle smile when he's telling you he loves you. His eyes say it all. It's a lot of progress for him, and you couldn't be more proud.

-He is always the big spoon. When he's feeling a bit more vulnerable he will be the little spoon. Don't tell his brothers though.

Vincent Sinclair

-Vincent is the best cook in the Sinclair family.

-You always remind him of how handsome he looks in his cable knit sweaters and with his long locks.

-Vincent collects scented candles. Every year for his birthday you go buy him a brand new one.

-Vincent loves drawing you all of the time. You're the most beautiful being to him.

-Vincent adores old literature. He reads Anna Karenina , Jane Austen etc. Bo has even a few times gone out to neighbouring towns and bought him brand new books. He also loves Dead poets society.

-He loves oversized clothing.

-Vincent adores giving you bear hugs. They're his favourite form of hugging.

Lester Sinclair

-He collects bones and makes jewelry out of them. Lester gifts them to you. It's an endearing gesture from him.

-Lester remembers the exact date that you came into ambrose. He considers that your anniversary even though you weren't even dating, let alone official at that point. He remembers it every year and takes you on a picnic. Lester will always stress how you are such a miracle and joy for him.

-Lester loves wearing flannels.

-Lester still sometimes puts the wrong shoes on the wrong feet.

-Sometimes after a long day and Lester has had his dinner, he will fall asleep unintentionally (he's so exhausted). He is always so remorseful to you. You remind him that there is nothing to apologise for, he's always working hard.

-Lester has the cutest snore.

Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

- Daniel is incapable of sleeping. He spends his entire existence awake. Sometimes it gets to him, but sometimes he is not conscious of that.

-Daniel still mourns the life he had before, desperately wanting a family.

-when you're sleeping he will whisper sweet things to you and give you sweet dreams. He'll always make them so lovely, never giving you a nightmare again.

-He loves to slow dance with you in the kitchen, allowing you to rest your feet on top of his. He likes to take the lead with this one.

-He loves gently waking you up in the mornings, one if his favourite things is when you let him brush your hair after waking up. It feels so intimate to him.

-Daniel will always do whatever he can to provide you with safety, and anything you could want.

Mark Hoffman

-Mark lives on very little sleep and on high stress. It's a wonder how he does it.

-He lives off of coffee. When he finally gets home, he is almost drags his feet and slouches through the door.

-Mark likes to be as organised as possible. (Somehow) his apartment is always in top condition. He hates messes.

-When you offer to iron marks clothing for him, he is so thankful that you want to help ease his burdens and help him out even if you feel it's in a small way.

-He will definitely show you how he likes his clothes to be ironed specifically though lol. He thinks it's a cute bonding moment though.

-You think he looks most handsome when he first wakes up in the morning, with disheveled hair.

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