#bo sinclair x reader

Jason Voorhees

Jason’s yearning is heavy. He’ll follow you through the forest with silent excitement like a hunter after their first doe of the season. He tries to make himself smaller, softer in an attempt to not scare you, though his size and silence do anyway. Jason leaves offerings like bait; flowers, candy, whatever he sees and thinks you might like. He loves you the only way he can — by protecting you. It’s worship.

The Grabber

The Grabber’s yearning is an illness dressed in silk. You feel it in the way his voice softens when he says your name, the way his bare hand rests around your throat — not to hurt, but to remind you that he could. He watches you with that damned mask hiding his truth, pretending control, but you can feel it each time he speaks; the desperation lacing his voice. He doesn’t understand love, not in the gentle sense that someone as soft as you deserve. His is a dark possession that aches, a distressed urge to keep you where the world can’t touch you. Every time you flinch, he whispers, “I don’t want to hurt you.” and part of you believes him. You are the only softness he’s ever craved, and he needs you to stay.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas’s yearning is slow, patient, and devoted. He can’t say what he feels, so he builds it instead. Little gestures stitched into every day; a gift a thought you’d like and waiting for you to join the table before eating. You’re the one thing that makes him believe there’s something gentle left in him — how could he let that go? He watches you with soft eyes, adoring every feature like it’s the first time. His yearning isn’t loud, but it speaks volumes.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms’s yearning is frantic. Like he’s drowning and you’re the air he’s desperate for. His affection comes as whispers through the walls, gifts he leaves where you’ll find them, and the way he trembles when you say his name — God, he loves the way his name sounds on your tongue. He wants you to see him, to never, ever leave. His love is unbalanced, fevered, but achingly sincere. You can tell how badly he wants to be good for you, even if he doesn’t fully know how.

Hannibal Lecter 

Hannibal’s yearning is an art form. He is precise and utterly consuming. You are his muse, his fascination, the line between devotion and destruction blurred into something so beautiful. He doesn’t starve for your body so much as your soul, the way your mind moves. His love is a sonnet written in blood and expensive wine. When he looks at you, it feels like being studied, painted, and devoured all at once. You’ll never know if he wants to kiss you or consume you, maybe both. He has paintings of you on his wall. To be yearned by him is to be owned. 

Vincent Sinclair 

Vincent’s yearning is quiet. You see it in the way he sculpts, how every curve of wax mirrors you with precision. He doesn’t speak his love, but trust that he shows it. His hands that glide across your face and skin, memorizing every inch, the polaroids of you that adorn his workspace — the man spends every moment thinking of you, replicating you with wax. He loves like an artist loves their masterpiece.

Bo Sinclair

If people like this I'll do a part two with the rest of the slashers I write for. This has 11 because I just couldn't split up Billy and Stu...

RZ Michael Myers:

Can fall asleep anywhere, but won't. He doesn't sleep often, but when he does it's in your bed. He'd much prefer to lay there and watch you, but he's human too. He likes to crawl into bed late at night after coming home, not caring about getting your sheets dirty with his blood smeared clothes. He just lays there on his back, arms pressed to his sides, mask still on; deadly silent. He breathes so shallow you may think he's dead. You worry he'll suffocate sleeping with the mask on, but he doesn't care. He never moves or shifts when he wakes up, there isn't even a change in his demeanor. He'll just lay there until you get up, not wanting to disturb you. You're welcome to cuddle up to his side, lay on top of him, use him as a human pillow if you desire. He won't move to make you comfortable, but he won't push you away either. In summary, he's essentially a rock.

'78 Michael Myers:

He sleeps facing the wall. Unhinged. He doesn't care about anything coming to get him. He knows he's why other people can't sleep like that. He really does it to show you he trusts you, he's like a cat. Sometimes he sleeps with the mask on, sometimes without it. He doesn't care, he'll sleep in the clothes he's wearing. Like his Rob Zombie counterpart, he doesn't care about getting your bed dirty. He snores very lightly, not enough to be annoying though. If you say you want to cuddle he'll throw his arm back for you to wrap around, that's about it. He'll take it back when it gets uncomfortable too. Your best option for cuddles is a weird semi-spooning position, aka just pressing yourself against his back. He actually enjoys sleeping, but wakes up at ridiculous times. If he wakes up in the middle of the night he decides it's morning for him and he's had enough sleep. He won't wake you up purposefully, so him getting out of bed won't be an issue unless you're a really light sleeper. In that case it's your problem, not his. Overall, decent. Seems cold and uncaring but really just a sleepy, grumpy cat.

Brahms Heelshire:

He's the worst. The absolute worst. He'll whine until you go to bed with him and then he won't let you go. He needs to be clinging to you all night. He doesn't take the mask off so you sleep with his cold mask pressing against you wherever he decides his face belongs. He doesn't care if you have to pee, if you wanna get up, if you're not ready to go to bed, if you're thirsty, hungry, hot, cold; excuses. All of it. He's not letting you go. He'll sleep in his own bed if you make him, but he'll whine about it. If he can't sleep then he expects you to stay awake with him. And if he wakes up in the middle of the night, so do you. He's a very light sleeper so don't even try to escape. If he doesn't get enough sleep he's cranky too. He wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn to make him breakfast. So yeah, 0/10 would not recommend.

Billy Lenz:

You basically have to sedate him to get him to bed, but he doesn't make a big deal of it. When he does fall asleep, don't wake him. Treat him like a sleeping baby. Most of the time he just likes to sit in your bed and watch you sleep. He's iffy about physical touch, but sometimes he'll stroke your hair or put his hand on your thigh. He sleeps in small intervals, curled up in a ball. He doesn't like sleeping either, so he'll push it away until he passes out. He sleeps on the floor, too. For some reason he won't sleep on the bed. He'll sit on it and watch you, but won't sleep on it no matter how many times you tell him it's fine. He'll wake up if you put a blanket over him, which sucks considering he's skin and bones and is always freezing. He also wakes up sometimes and just rocks back and forth, staring into space. He won't tell you why, but you assume he has some kind of nightmares. He's never loud, just mumbling incoherent nonsense to himself. I'd say knock him out with melatonin gummies, just tell him it's a snack. You should eat one first to prove they're safe... and make sure to keep him away from the bottle, he'll eat them all after chewing through the childproof cap.

Martin Mathias:

Martin's abnormally sleepy, he enjoys naps and sleeps at least 10 hours per night when he's not out hunting for blood. You can't even watch a movie with him, he'll doze off in the first 10 minutes. In the rare occasion he isn't tired, he likes to hold you close with the lights off and talk softly. He likes late night conversation and gentle touches more than anything. He just wants to feel loved. He definitely sleeps shirtless, so you get to enjoy that. He likes to sleep on his side, holding you to his front with his face buried in the crook of your neck. He wakes up and gently kisses your neck in the mornings before slipping away. He's tried his hand at making breakfast to bring to you in bed, and he's not half bad at it. But a lot of the time he just holds you in the mornings and watches you breathe.

Carrie White:

At first she'll be hesitant about sleeping in the same bed, knowing what it could lead to. But if you show her over time that it's okay, she's be glad to. She appreciates the way you hold her after nightmares, soothing her and wiping her tears. Please be gentle with her, she doesn't even think she deserves you. She's a light sleeper and will stick to her side of the bed unless you tell her you want to hold her. She'll happily cuddle up and read a book or watch a movie with you before bed. Just please make her feel loved.

Billy Loomis and Stu:

Just Billy:

Billy is a chronic insomniac. No, he won't make you stay up with him. Yes, he would appreciate it a lot. He likes to stay up and watch scary movies a lot, he'd be over the moon if you'd be willing to do that with him... not that he'd tell you. He'd act like it's annoying and he wants to be alone, but you both know that isn't true. Another thing, if you cuddle he has to be the big spoon. It makes him feel big and strong, lie he's protecting you. Let him feel good about himself, it doesn't happen often. If he wakes up before you he wont even try to be quiet. He'll just get up. He's kinda quiet anyway, but it sucks if you're a light sleeper. If you snore he'll wake up to tell you to be quiet. He's also very warm, so if you run cold he'll cling to you at night. Otherwise, he's fine with cuddling or not cuddling. He acts too good for everything but he's secretly glad someone like you sleeps next to him every night and trusts him enough to not be scared.

Just Stu:

Yet another lanky boy who likes to cage you in. Also snores right in your ear, not sorry at all. He also likes watching movies late at night, but if you lay down to watch something after 11 he's knocked out. He could stay up late if he wanted to, but he only ever does when he's out somewhere or trying to keep Billy company. He's such an ass too, he pretends to be sleeping in the morning when you wake up so you'll kiss his forehead then he'll squeeze your ass and start laughing hysterically. He thinks it's hilarious to suddenly grab or kiss you when you think he's asleep. If you tell him to seriously stop, he will, but it'll secretly bum him out a little. Also if you tell him you don't wanna cuddle he'll straight up get up and go sleep on the couch just to be petty. So, yeah, just let him cuddle with you.

Both:

If you have to deal with this, you WILL overheat. You'll have Billy on one side and Stu on the other, both trying to cling to you more than the other. This is all night, every night. If you say you want personal space or your own bed they'll grant it, but they'll also both blame it on the other for being too clingy or making you uncomfortable. This is basically all of dating both of them, a constant fight over you. It even shows in sleeping habits! Just make sure to give them equal attention to avoid fighting.

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba's the biggest cuddle bug you'll ever meet. He'll let you do virtually anything if it means you're close to/touching him. He loves to wrap you up in his big, strong arms and hold you close all night. There's a few downsides to this though. He sleeps like a boulder, meaning that if you move away from him he'll basically steam-roll you trying to find you again. He ends up crushing you in his sleep more often than you'd think. Another thing, his hold on you is very firm, you have to wiggle out of it to get up which isn't very good if you have to pee or your alarm's going off. He's also another victim of the horrendously loud snores. He's also incredibly warm, you don't even need blankets. It's terrible in the summer, but in winter it's great to have a personal heater. It may be annoying sometimes, but you have to step back and realize he holds you so tight because he loves you and he's terrified of your leaving. Please be kind to him.

Bo Sinclair:

Bo is probably competing with Brahms for the worst, just definitely for different reasons. He kicks in his sleep, snores so loud you can hear it through two closed doors, feels like a radiator, takes up the whole bed, is impossible to move, and hogs the covers. All I can say is good luck. He also talks. Like fully talks, full sentences and coherent phrases while completely unconscious. You'll wake up in the middle of the night to him kicking you through the blanket while muttering utterly terrifying things. He'll let you sleep separately from him, but he'll whine about it and claim you don't love him. You can pick your battles with Bo, you won't win either way.

Vincent Sinclair:

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You and Michael have been in a relationship well over many months, well a situation ship? A situation? 

He seeked refuge at your house after being shot a shit ton of times, you stitched him up, fed him, did his laundry, the whole 9 yards. You knew who he was, but as long as he didn’t kill you did not gaf. 

Your relationship began after he heard you moaning, thinking it was pain (no he didn’t) he walked in on you trying to shove a monster dildo inside of you. While shocked, he was extremely aroused and did it himself.

Using toys to help get you off went to fingering, went to him just straight up fucking your brains out and sharing a bed with you instead of sleeping on the couch. 

He wasn’t home when you came home after work, stressed from the overbearing stress at your job. The constant yelling and bickering at your job put tiny thumb tacks into the wrinkles of your brain, and you needed stress relief now.

So you went to your bedroom, went on pornhub, and grabbed your vibrator. Which ended up inside of you as you cried and whimpered on your bed, squirming like a worm as you tried to fuck the thing inside of you deeper. Gasping like a fish out of water how the vibration of the toy made your slick walls quiver and clamp down, spread out open for the leering hungry eyes staring at you through the small crack in the door.

Michael was home, he was just in the shower. And he’s been standing here for 30 minutes watching you go from rubbing yourself through your clothes, to your pathetic attempt at shoving a vibrator inside of your needy hole. His erection pressed firmly against the wood of the door through his towel. He swore he was dripping clean because of how long he’s been watching you. 

You were such a slut in his eyes, he had been stalking you prior to him barging into your home ‘’randomly’’. You were going to be one of his victims till he saw how captivating you were trying to fuck yourself into forgetfulness. He never understood sex or pleasure till he met you. And all he wanted was just to fuck you stupid all the time.

You gasped when the door slammed open, seeing your hungry hunter you called a boyfriend. Hell you tore the vibrator from your sloppy hole with a needy squelch. Your juices covering the entire toy as you tossed it aside, much preferring your boyfriend to dick you down. :( 

‘’Mikkeeyyy..’’ You cried out, letting out a gasp when he dropped to his knees and gripped the shit out of your sweaty hips. Dragging you towards the end of the bed. Your thighs immediately locked around his skull, squeezing his poor brain as his tongue licked your slick away from your thighs before messily slurping on your hole as he ate you out like a man possessed.

You wanted to act like a needy brat? You get treated like one, his rough scarred hands gripping your hips. Keeping you from bucking and enjoying yourself or taking control as his long tongue penetrated your hole. Licking at your walls and covering his entire chin in your slick. He could feel your sap pouring down his neck as he devoured you with the determination of a malnourished wolf.

Don’t think he’ll let you up either, he’ll hump the bed and cum untouched as many times as he needs as he drags orgasm after orgasm from you, refusing to let you up or even move.

You have to be passed out for him to stop, he makes you cum so many times you just start squirting in his mouth and he drinks it like it’s some top tier beverage. Your poor hole weeps more slick until you can audibly hear him eating you out, learning the difference of what it sounds like to be licked from the inside out. 

Even when you're quivering, twitching, sobbing and whimpering. He grabs that vibrator and turns it back on and shoves it deep inside you, causing you to clench down so hard that it's stuck and you can’t get it out without his help. And you stay like that till he’s done with a long shower. 

୧ ‧₊˚ 🥩🦴 ⋅ THOMAS HEWITT 

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The Texas heat has been notorious for messing with people's minds, causing hallucinations, visual impairment, dehydration, heat strokes.. To you it just made you insatiably horny for your big ol’ hubby. 

Some stupid teens had a run in last week, luckily The Tea Lady sounded the bell so you all knew more victims arrived. Which were dealt with accordingly and made into the next brisket sandwiches sold at the gas station..

But Tommy was out there in the hot Texas heat, burning clothes, dismantling vehicles, burning evidence.. And god it just made you so needy. Seeing how his chubby body soaked through the fabric of his tank top, to him hosing himself down when he got overheated. Seeing the way his muscles flexed and contracted every time he did something or tore something apart and threw it into the scrap pile so Hoyt could turn it into traps later.

You were being tortured watching your sweaty man work so hard for you, you appreciated him greatly. He worked so hard for this family, and to keep you happy and well fed. So you made him some fresh iced tea with a shit ton of sugar to help him. 

Tommy’s eyes damn near bulged from his skull when he saw you walk outside in that tiny apron lingerie that was tight enough to rival that one pizza hut worker. Your cleavage being more pronounced from how tight it was. Cooing at him as you held a jug of ice cold sweet tea coaxing him into drinking some so your ‘’big strong baby’’ won’t pass out.

He could see by the way your eyes were glued to his throat, watching his Adam's apple bob as chugged down the sweet refreshing beverage. Offering to hose him down with the hose so he could cool off which he accepted. 

Hosing him off broke your little act, it just made his clothes tighter on him and you wetter as you oogled him. Loving the way his soaking wet clothes curved around his body. 

Being all domestic didn’t last long at all when he dragged you to the barn and threw you into a gnarly mating press. Soaking through your apron as he tore off your underwear and wasting zero time to dick you down like a man possessed as you pressed your ass against his pelvis like a cat in heat.

Sloppy noises of your slick running down your legs and onto the hay below to the loud squelches and pops as he slid his thick cock in n’ out of you, hissing every time your hole fought to keep his tip in like a suction cup making it impossible for him to pull out and slam back in. Your knees were completely bruised and trembling against the dirty barn floor, the dust bunnies below licking your bruises on your knees and legs as loud cries and squeals escaped you. Beckoning him to go harder n’ deeper.

‘’P, Please Tommyyy.. I need it deeper! I wanna, hah, I wanna feel you in my guts!’’ Your pathetic cries and begs ringed out in the barn, almost being louder than your husbands animalistic grunts and groans as his big rough hands equivalent to a bear’s paws kept your plushy hips steady. He forced your face into the spilt hay below not wishing for you to feel uncomfortable as lifted your hips higher. Trying to comply with your wishes without coming too goddamn quickly. 

You wanted this man in your liver, and he got so far he breached your cervix with a hasty pop. Making you come all over his happy trail because of how good it felt to be overstretched by him.

He will not let you up till someone walks in, and that someone was unfortunately Hoyt. Tommy had reduced you to a slobbery, needy, mewling mess who could only think about his dick and needing to be creampied to the point of pregnancy. And trust, Tommy had the same mindset. He wanted you to carry his baby bulls, imagining your tummy all big.. Your tits full of creamy milk–Maybe he could put some of those old milk pumps they used to use on the cows here on you. Get his pretty spouse all dolled up in cow lingerie while you beg him to help him relieve your heavy chest.

𖥠╾━╤デ╦︻ BO SINCLAIR

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Bo had been working hard all day since Lester called to let him know a couple of tourists were coming to Ambrose because they ran out of gas, so he spent 99% of his morning setting everything up and cleaning up the earlier messes.

Which really sucked for you since when Lester called Bo had his fingers so deep inside you it was like he was doing a pelvic exam, and he couldn’t get you off since he had to make sure these tourists didn’t pull up now. So he slapped your poor clit silly until he ruined your orgasm and told you he’d finish the job later.

Knowing Bo, if he found out you made yourself come without him he’ll lock you in his sex basement with a vibrator on your clit for hours. Or stuff you with a remote controlled one and every time you got close he’d shut it off. 

Frustrated, upset, and hazy. You decided against stuffing yourself full with every toy you could find to make yourself squirt all over his side of the bed for him to find later. Besides he needed your help as bait like usual.

He used you to bait horny men and women into trusting you so you could lead them into the House of Wax for Vincent to deal with. And to make things seem more lively, sometimes he’d have you posted at one of the houses acting as a housewife. Watering plants, attending to the fake gardens. Sometimes as the clerk to his mechanic shop.

He didn’t tell you exactly where he wanted you or what to do, so you took it upon yourself to create a character. And you chose to swear the skimpiest bikini you owned and to sunbathe on a towel on one of the plot's lawn. Setting up a small dollar store kiddie pool full of cold water just in case you got too hot from Louisiana’s scalding sun.

Bo didn’t know you did this until a male tourist came in all cocky and horny, talking about some cute bimbo rubbing sunscreen all over their thick thighs. And Bo damn near jumped the man, he almost slid across that goddamn counter and choked the young boy out with his paws. 

You little slut, you little fucking succubus whore. He doesn’t give you what he wants and here you were, rubbing pure white sunscreen all over yourself, sighing at the cold lotions feel. Rubbing it all over yourself like Bo just busted a load on you and told you to use it as lotion. 

The tourists were dealt with accordingly, aka Bo told them before they should leave they should go visit the House of Wax. And they did, like most idiot lambs. He drained all of the gas from their vehicle and popped holes into the tires so if one survived they couldn’t go anywhere. Before cracking himself a beer to calm his nerves.

He stalked towards the lawn you were using, his dark brown furious eyes glued to the arch of your back. To the way your stupidly big tits were pressed against the towel, to your ass that was all plush and out in the stupidly small bikini you chose to torture him with. You groaned in discomfort when you felt shade disrupt your sun, looking up and seeing Bo looming over you with a scowl.

‘’Look at ya, ya fuckin’ needy slut.’’ He snarled in displeasure, hating how fucking breedable you looked right now. ‘’I don’t get you off one time, and here you are whorin’ yourself out like a cheap slut.’’ His degrades were mean and sharp, full of jealousy and anger. He heard about your little ‘’incident’’ with the tourist. Asking him to rub sunscreen on your back. Bo could practically see the man's hand prints on you.

‘’Hopin’ he’d dick you down in front of everyone huh? Make you squirt all over that towel of yours? Hm?’’ He snapped, almost like he was accusing you of cheating. But you didn’t cry, you pouted and sent out a rebuttal that had Bo snarling like a fighting dog.

‘’Maybe he’d actually get me to come..’’ You did not just fucking say that to him, you did not just fix your lips to say that to him out of all people. You could practically hear the gears in his skull twisting angrily as he gripped your hair with a violent tug. ‘’Get up, now.’’ He threatened, plopping his ass down into the small lawn chair as he dragged you like a sack of veggies into his lap. Over his knee. 

You gasped, hands gripping his thigh as he chugged his beer. Putting the half drank beverage into the cup holder built into the chair as his cold hand went to your lower back. Forcing you to arch as his other hand started to smack, not slap, but brutally smack your ass. The sunscreen and lotion you applied to keep you moisturized and safe from the sun's harmful uv’s made it more painful as he beat your ass raw. 

He didn’t stop till both cheeks were raw and covered in welts, and even with the tears rolling down your cheeks and your pleas for him to stop he spread your legs and started meanly rubbing at your hole through the soaking wet fabric of your bottoms, loving the way your vulva clang to the fabric. ‘’Damn nympho, this is what you wanted huh? Wanted me to come out here and beat your ass fuckin’ raw in front of everyone?’’ He hissed feeling the tips of his digits get wet from your slick seeping through. All you could cry out were whimpery yes’s and please. 

‘’Make yourself useful an’ light me a goddamn smoke.’’ He snarled, shifting to reach into his back pocket and pulling out a box of cigarettes and his zippo lighter. Throwing it onto the ground instead of handing it to you, you wanted to be a whore? Whore’s get treated like dogs. 

You knew he was never gonna make it easy, because as soon as you reached he untied your bottoms and ripped them off. Revealing that sloppy hole to him, using his thumbs to spread you out as your hands shakily reached for the box and lighter. He didn’t wait for you to even breathe before he began to ruthlessly smack your hole directly, the tips of his fingers just barely sipping into you before pulling out.

Stupid gasps and frustrated whines escaped you as you tried to light the cigarette with your shaky hands, losing focus and grip every time his pussy slaps got harder. Only getting 2-3 inches of his fingers in your needy spasming hole before pulling out, and it didn’t help his thumb was mercilessly rolling your clit. ‘’Fuckin’ useless you are.’’ He groaned in anger and annoyance when your thumb couldn’t catch any friction on the lighter. ‘’N,No! I–I can–’’ ‘’Shut the fuck up slut.’’ He snapped, sending a harsh slap to your leaky hole. You would have been so embarrassed from how audible it was, you could hear every slap. His fingers barely dipping in and rolling against your squishy walls. How much slick was covering your legs and rolling down onto the fake grass below. Making it look all dewy, you should be ashamed he was doing this in public. 

Turning his murder set into a porn set. He snatched the lighter and cigarette from you and did it himself. Sighing in relief as he inhaled the nicotine and blew it out of his nostrils like a bull. Throwing you off of his lap. 

You whimpered, looking up at him so frustrated and upset. Crying he was treating you so poorly despite you loving it, ‘’Needy bitches don’t get fucked. Unless you wanna shove this in your cunt.’’ He taunted, gesturing to his beer. As much as a horny mess you were, you weren’t going to shove that up your hole and risk a pH imbalance. Or it breaking and injuring yourself.. Instead you opted to hump his leg like a needy puppy, rolling your slick hole all over his boot as he sat there and ignored you. Not letting you come at all, every time you got close he kicked you off. But even he gets bored of watching you cover his boot in slick. 

He grips your hair again forcing you to tilt up your chin at him as he snuffed out his cigarette on your tit. Pressing it down as you cried in pain until it left a burn mark before getting up and grabbing his beer. Leaving you frustrated and upset. 

✧₊⁺🕯⋆.˚୨ৎ VINCENT SINCLAIR

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Vincent had been working so hard recently, a bit too hard actually. Bo put a deadline on him for some repairs and sculptures since Lester was at the print shop printing out new ADs to lay around the highway to attract more victims so Vincent was beyond stressed.

He was constantly in that hot basement working his ass off to get these sculptures out by the deadline so Bo wouldn’t get on his ass again for ‘’being lazy’’. What a hypocrite. 

You chipped in and helped the best you could, doing repairs and setting up so Vincent wouldn’t have to do as much which he greatly appreciated. But you were getting lonely not having your beautiful baby boy sleeping beside you, his head tucked into your shoulder without his mask. You missed the feeling of his accidental drooling because he felt so safe around you he went into a deep sleep that not even thunder could disturb. So you went down to assist him, helping him wax corpses and sculpt.. And your efforts were rewarded greatly, because you convinced him to come to bed.

You’d spent many lonely nights in this bed, waking up insatiably horny and humping his pillow or sweater–Trying to stuff yourself with your fingers despite them not being big enough to fill you. So finally having your man in your bed set you off.

Poor Vincent barely had the chance to even get comfortable when you started pawing at his baggy pj pants and pulling them off his hips. He started sweating when he saw his hip bones get exposed to your greedy view. When he felt you lap at his inner thighs he damn near started crying, he couldn’t take you sucking hickeys on the inside of his thighs so it’d chafe later. And he couldn’t handle you harassing his tip by using one of your vibrators against it. Making him leak all over himself and mix his black pubic hair with his pearly white pre, he couldn’t help but shove you down all the way to his happy trail, fucking your tight throat like it owed him. Having you drool and cry against his length, a mix of clear saliva and pre dripping down those pretty lips as he made you swallow every drop of his cum. Tasting like an aphrodisiac on your tongue. He tasted so good you just couldn’t help to wring him from every drop he had to offer!

That’s how you ended up lazily sucking his weeping cock as he ate you out like a man feral, stuck in the 69 position with cum dripping down your chin. Your hips feverishly rocking against his face as his rough hands stayed glued onto your ass, forcing you down more so he could make out with your dripping hole. Groaning at your sugary slick dripping onto his face as you suffocated him.

He’ll drown himself in your hole, making you think you need a restraining order against his tongue because of how many times he laps at your clit trying to make you come all over his face. He is absolutely messy with it, trying to get every inch of your scent all over him so he permanently smells like you. And it doesn’t help that his face is disfigured, him missing his cheek and lip make it sooo much easier to eat you out from every angle. By the time he pulls you away he has a fountain of slick down his neck and throat and the most fucked out expression on his face.

He’ll stay like that till you freak out from any movement, he’s too tired to fuck you. But he’ll gladly watch you set up your dildo machine and cry out of sensitivity as he turns it to the max speed and keeps it like that. Taking out his camera and record you getting your poor brains fucked out as he feeds you his dick. Making you mindlessly drool all over his pelvis and yourself like a dumb puppy as you can’t stop cumming everywhere from the machine.

He knows your throat is swollen and you're beyond exhausted, but he can’t stop! You just look so adorable. 

🦴⋆˚🐾ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 RUSTY NAIL

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Rusty had been home for over a month after a 8 month long haul, you didn’t like it when he was gone for long periods of time but understood why he did so. So he could make a shit ton of money so he could stay home even longer and to spoil you.

The whole 8 months without him was literal torture, being without him. He facetimed you 24/7, there was never not a time you two wouldn’t be calling each other. But there's only so much your fingers, brain, and toys could do. 

Rusty would always pull over and assist you with getting off, but even his voice didn’t work. You’d always end up begging for him to drive back home just to get you off. And he almost has, he’d do anything for you.

You two were just in a cuddle puddle on the couch in your dark living room, watching one of your both favorite reality tv shows so you could make fun of the stereotypical stupid people wasting their lives on a screen. As domestic and innocent as it was, your brain had other plans. Rusty’s big ol’ hand was in yours. Letting you absentmindingly play with it.

Your focus wasn’t even on the tv, it was on his hand. Your warm metal wedding bands clinking together every time you messed with his fingers, observing how long they were, the healed scars on them, to his blunt fingernails. His hands were huge just like the rest of him they dwarfed your own hands.

It always got you going knowing how dangerous and psychotic he was, how aggressive he was.. And here he was treating you like fine China. Hand limp in your touch, just enjoying your presence and being cuddled into him. It wasn’t very often he was in a state of calm and ease. But every time he was around you his facade turned off and he felt like he could be himself around you. 

You let his hand rest on your lower abdomen as you returned your focus onto the tv screen, not realizing Rusty this entire time has been subconsciously watching you. You were just wearing some underwear and one of his worn fleece sweaters that was far too big on you, looked more of a nightgown than a sweater. 

Rusty had been suspecting for over 20 minutes your mind was elsewhere, and he had a theory you had zoned out and was thinking about his fingers stuffed into you. As innocent as his hand laying on your abdomen was, he just wanted to test a theory.

His finger slid down the front of your underwear and before he could even reach where he wanted all he felt was wet fabric, he had to bite his back teeth to stifle a groan, a shiver running down his spine. Christ, all he did was let you touch his hand and you were already soaked. What a nympho you were, all he had to do was breathe and you were arching your back like a cat in heat. 

Rusty’s libido had been dead before he met you, I mean all he did was constantly work. Not to mention he was very picky with his women, then when he met and married you he’d pop a boner from anything you did. He hated how fast you got him going, it embarrassed him every time. Especially hearing other truckers talk on the CB channels about how much foreplay has to happen before they get hard–For Rusty it took you blinking at him like a dumb fawn and his cock was already fighting the confines of his pants.

But he opened the gates of hell for you when he stuck his finger down there to confirm his theory, a small noise slipped from your lips as you pushed your pelvis closer. Hands around his wrist keeping his hand there as your plushy warm thighs locked around his hand. Effectively keeping him trapped there.

He snarled at you, locking his hand between your thighs, shuddering at how warm your bare thighs were. His hand shifted to rub at you through the fabric of your underwear as he taunted you.

‘’Where’s this comin’ from huh? All I did was let you play with my hand n’ suddenly your more soaked than a goddamn water park.’’ He taunted as he continued to slowly rub you making sure the tip of his thumb would nudge against your hole as soft sighs and gasps escape you.

He won’t stop either, he’ll embarrass you with his filthy dirty talk as he continues to get you off with just rubbing. Making embarrassing remarks on how your underwear was sticking to your vulva, only making it worse when he makes you come and completely soak your underwear. 

‘’Jesus, you gonna make a mess on the couch?’’ He taunted abusing the fact your bottoms were clinging to you like a second skin as he softly slapped your aching clit through it, letting out a rumble when that somehow made you come harder. He couldn’t believe how much of a bimbo you were for him, all he did was slap your clit and you came so hard he saw the whites of your eyes and that heavy full chest of yours heave and croak.

At this point your horny brained, n’ can only think about his dick as you yank off the soiled garment and straddle his clothed thigh. Pathetically humping it and rolling your hips against his tree trunk of a thigh as he tensed it for you so you had better friction, not caring about the snail trail of slick you left behind on his pj pants. 

His sandpaper-like hands don’t grip your hips, they pull up on the sweater and make you hold it up with your teeth as he plays with your chest. Groping and fondling at the heavy flesh till your nipples pebble so hard they can cut diamonds. His hands feel like a big cat’s tongue as he jerks you forward, making you drag your swollen clit against his thigh so he can suck your tits. Groaning against the sensitive flesh like he’s trying to wring milk outta you. He’s fantasized so many times making you dress as a hu cow and having you sit on his cock as he drinks from you till you're tugging him off. 

Failing to realize you are actually tugging him off because he’s hurting you, he sucked on your nipple for too long and now it’s sore and raw and you're crying and shoving his face away as he drools all over you. When reality finally snaps into him he doesn’t apologize, just looks up at your hazy drooly expression and finally registering the big wet spot on his thigh. Realizing you came all over him, he’ll ‘’get mean and mad’’ when in reality he’s gonna hide these pants to smell them later.

‘’I just fuckin’ washed these, and here you are with your stupid cunt. Always so needy for me to fill.’’ He snarled, forcing you into a full nelson, one arm keeping your legs spread and up as he duct tapes your wrists together. Your back is pressed firmly against his chest, your lower back feeling his huge and pulsing bulge through his pants as he teases your messy hole. Collecting slick and smearing it all across your thighs. Just letting his long n’ thick fingers slide against your folds and hole. Teasing you by poking and prodding at it but never entering, tears are streaming down your wet cheeks as you plead for him to just do it already. But he blissfully ignores you, only giving you what you want when your hole accidentally won’t let go of his fingers.

‘’Needy thing, look at ya. I can barely catch a goddamn break.’’ He huffed in faux annoyance as his two fingers give you that painfully good stretch that almost has you coming again. Loud squelches and squishes of his fingers sliding against your walls fill the dark living room, the tv long forgotten. 

He denies you release every time, slapping your hole and ruining your orgasm as he wolfishly smiles down at you. Watching you squirm and suffer, this was the only type of torture you ever got. ‘’Y’know, someone on the CB was tellin’ me about how his wife recently got into sex toys. He couldn’t believe it when I told em’ you had 4 whole drawers full of em’. He asked me if I married a fuckin’ succubus.’’ He teased as he added a third finger to stretch you out even further, pressing messy kisses to your teary cheeks. Kissing your tears away, ‘’Told em’ I did, told him about the long 40 minute video you sent me of you stuffin’ yourself completely full n’ not being able to get off at all.’’ 

Your thighs at this point are trembling like you don’t know how to walk, completely limp and aching as he taunted you about him ruining you. And he has ruined you, he was right. Getting off was impossible unless he was the one doing it, which worsened your case with your libido. 

‘’R, Rusty.. Please.. I can’t take it anymore–S’ not enough!’’ You sobbed out pathetically as he rolled his eyes and huffed. He couldn’t take anymore of your crying, it was breaking his heart. So he finally gave you what you wanted, and got you in the nastiest mating press you’ve ever seen.

Your legs were all the way hiked onto his sweaty shoulders, heels digging into his back as you loudly whined and moaned. Blessing every god and goddess out there you two lived on isolated farm land because your neighbors would have been sick of you by now. His fat n’ long cock mercilessly pounded into you with the most brutal thrusts equivalent to a jackhammer as he jackhammered your poor hole. Making a mess of the carpet below as it sucked up your mix of juices and his cum as it poured out of your gaping hole. Not an inch of you wasn’t touching him, his happy trail stuck to your puffy clit as you grinded hard against him. Trying to get this feral man to feverishly breed you, and he was. 

Cream pie after cream pie he filled you up till it was glorified cream cake. Having excess leak out of you forcibly, knowing he’d make you lick it up after. Your wrists were still tied together tightly as you begged him to go deeper. He was already in your cervix, but you wanted him in your liver.

His drooly lips roughly smashed against yours into a ferocious kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat as he tried to touch your voice box. Meaty hands lifting your hips higher so he could bully his aching cock into you harsher. Trying to split you into two and then some.. 

Jason Voorhees:

SFW:

Tracks mud all over your house on rainy nights

This big man loves to be babied by you. He loves when you talk to him with such a nurturing and caring voice

Has horrible jealousy issues

Has soft spots for kids

He really wants to have a kid with you, so he can treat the kid with so much love and respect

He’s so loyal to you, if you want him to kill anyone… he’ll literally do it in a heartbeat

Carved yours and his initials on a tree in camp crystal lake

leaves letters around the house for you to find with sappy things written in them

an actual gentle giant

bear hugs you from behind when you cook. he’ll wrap his arms around you and sway yours and his figure side to side.

he smells like pine like 90% of the time

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he loves fucking you while you choke him idc. he’d start off with long, deep, strokes that stretch you so good. if you grab his neck while he does so, he pounds you even harder, and his groans slowly turn into slight whimpers

sucks at pulling out, he loves watching his cum drip out of you. With two fingers he’ll shove the cum back into your quivering hole just to see you push it out again ☺️

the mask stays on during sex, idc i don’t make the rules

loves cock worshipping. kiss along his length and lick along it too. loves fucking your throat and making you say you love it with a mouthful of his cock.

loves receiving head so much, it’s literally so slutty.

will actually fold you in half to get better angles.

Bo Sinclair:

SFW:

Loves feeling like you can depend on him. He loves the thought of being your little provider (it’s the blue collar in him)

Totally massages your feet LOL idk why. He gives you straight up princess treatment

Dude deadass acts like a dog, howls when he’s like really happy 😭

if you massage his scalp he’ll actually fall in love with you, and shudder at your touch

he’s such a simp for you in private idc what anyone says

he picks flowers for you all the time 🥺 and leaves them at your bedside for when you wake up

asks you to do his eyebrows from time to time

He loves thinking of you as his little wife. refers to you as his wife to visitors. DONT MAKE FUN OF HIM FOR THAT, he'll get sooooo embarassed lol

makes you a mixtape filled with all the numetal he listens to

has band shirts in his drawer that he throws to you after doing some actvities with each other (if you catch my drift)

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literally a horny bastard

Is so rough and passionate

loves to fuck you in his shop and loves to fuck you over the hood of cars

actually loves to pound into your weeping hole till you scream your safe word (its "cherry pie")

doesn't moan, only growls. he's so animalistic once you guys get to fucking

Vincent Sinclair:

SFW:

he draws you all the time, you're his muse!

loves to do little art projects with you as dates

let's you braid his hair and brush out the tangles

He loves it when you paint his nails with your nail polish. Loves it even more if you guys match.

takes photos of you all the time. hangs them up all around the basement

is a simp in private and is a simp in public, you NEVER have to worry about that when you're with him.

loves taking baths with you and legit MELTS into your touch if you coddle him, baby him etc.

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noisiest silent man you'll ever meet.

whimpers so much

loves to worship your body, thinks of you as a goddess.

he loves to pepper kisses all over your body and loves to eat your pussy while you hover over him, demandingly.

loves to be overstimulated and loves wax play.

pour wax on his chest as he lays down, eating your pussy as you sit on his face.

fucks like an absolute jack rabbit. he can go pretty fast when he's chasing his high.

Lester Sinclair:

SFW:

The biggest sweetheart

Picks flowers for you and will leave them at your bedside.

He steals lots of female visitor's items, so you quite literally always have new clothes, perfume, makeup etc.

He brings home weird animals and cooks weird things, but you love him too much to deny him.

Is super shy when it comes to affection and stuff like that. You mostly have to initiate a lot of the contact, but his goofy smile and flustered face make up for it.

Secretly wants to have twins, but actually treat those twins with love and care.

Daydreams about you and is super loyal to you.

If Bo makes a comment about you, whether good or bad, Lester will pick a fight with him and tell him not to talk about his woman.

Will ask Vincent to make a portrait of you and him to give you for V-day.

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tease him too much and he'll actually cry

he wants to breed you so bad to the point where it's all he can daydream about sometimes.

jerks off when he's alone, whimpering your name.

This boy is a bottom feeder and will beg to eat you out at least once a day

He loves car sex and loves road head.

He will take you on various trips JUST to get some road head and maybe park in the forest so he can shoot his load into you a couple times before you guys' head back :3

RZ!Michael Myers:

SFW:

very silent and ominous man

looms over everything you do

if you cook a meal for the two of you, he will just stand beside you and watch what you're doing 100% of the time

makes papier mâché masks 25/8

makes masks for you as well with your favorite things on it (ex. if you like sanrio characters, he'll make a mask with your fave characters on it :3)

the first few nights he stays with you, you basically have to bathe with him lmao

he smells earthy like dirt and husky pheromones

holds you close to him when you guys shower together

secretly puts kitchen items and closet items on higher shelves so that you come running to him to grab it for you

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this man has the absolute stamina of the gods

this man is the king of shower sex

loves to carry you up against the wall as if you weigh nothing and plow into your hole(s)

sometimes having you against the wall isn't enough and he'll just pound you down onto him length and use you as his personal pocket pussy

he is always dominant (sorry not sorry)

he also loves to play a hide and seek game in the woods with you. he'll chase you throughout the woods and if you're able to outrun him or be able to hide without him finding you or tracking you, you can dom him and do whatever you want with him :3 but so far he's always been able to catch up to you and find you before you can think you even have a chance.

his prize for winning that little game is a hard and rough forest sex

but if you were to win (which probably wouldnt happen) he'd def tone down his strength.

he'd let you pin him down and he'll play along with you

but once he's tired, best believe he'll stop giving into you and take you for himself

Thomas Hewitt:

SFW:

the way y'all meet is kinda funny lol

Luda saw you and thought: "wow they're perfect for my tommy" and somehow convinced you to stay for dinner

at first you were terrified of tommy

he was a big burly man with a mask on his face

he was wayyyy too nervy to even look your way when you first came about

luda explained that she wanted grandbabies, and you could see Thomas' eyes dart towards Luda, obviously this wasn't planned at all

but after a few nights with the Hewitts... you kinda liked having teatime with Luda and watching Tommy do yard work from the living room windows.

Tommy was scary but was oh so respectful towards you.

sometimes when he's out doing yard work for the house, you'll walk out in some short shorts and a tank due to the scorching heat and give him a tall glass of lemonade. which he'll take graciously and chug that thang in front of you

Something so simple like that makes his heart pound

luda will ask you to make dinner one night and tommy falls in LOVEEE with how you cook.

his dream is to be a loyal working husband for you

children are definitely on the table for him but i think its more of a breeding kink for him/seeing you all plump and pregnant by him.

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For a long time, you and Tommy couldn't really do much due to the waiting before marriage beliefs that were instilled into him

he hates the thought of disappointing Luda so its probably gonna take some convincing to get this man to be bad with ya

once you succeed... this man gets pussy drunk soooooo easilyyyy

tommy's weight crushing you + him pounding into you over and over again through your orgasm...

he doesn't even hear your begs to stop

he's so engrossed in the feeling of you squeezing him, the feeling of your tits in his hands, he fucks you raw, like a sex crazed, hungry man

his favorite place to fuck you is in the barn

he'll bring a pretty soft blanket for you to lay on and maybe even a pillow, just so that you wont dirty your pretty gingham yellow dress this is his favorite look on you, no i will not be explaining lol

he's very silent when he's deep in it

ʰᵒʳⁿʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ:

It depends on his mood that day, but most of the time, Archie tries to keep you close. He is someone who needs constant comfort; if you're not around, he becomes increasingly unstable. He is jealous and possessive, wanting you to stay with him at all times. Don't leave his sight, or he might harm someone you care about. He will feel bad for making you cry, but ultimately, he just needs you by his side. You are the only one who truly sees the real him, and he will always appreciate that.

ᵇⁱˡˡʸ ˡᵒᵐᵐⁱˢ:

He’s completely possessive, I’m sorry—well, actually, I’m not. Billy is full of ego and pride, and whenever you spend time around someone of the same gender as him, he feels as if you’re trying to make him jealous. He yells when it’s just the two of you, making it clear that he doesn’t want you to do that again. It’s not like you mean to upset him; he’s just very sensitive and fragile about it. Despite that, he does show you love in his own rough way in the end.

ˢᵗᵘ ᵐᵃʳᶜʰᵉʳ:

This poor boy is incredibly loving and caring. However, beneath that exterior, he does exhibit some controlling tendencies. He may not show it openly, but there are moments when you can notice a shift in his behavior, leading you to ask questions. He consistently responds with, "I'm fine," when, in reality, he is seething with anger. If you’re not careful, it might not be safe to be around him for long, and you'll find yourself stuck in an uncomfortable situation until he feels he can trust you again.

ᵉᵗʰᵃⁿ ˡᵃⁿᵈʳʸ:

I could go on for hours about how he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. This boy is a demon, I tell you. He’s very manipulative and jealous of everything you do. If there’s another boy around, he will get rid of him without hesitation; in fact, it’s a bit strange. His anger isn't rare, surprisingly; it's quite common. He does try to hide it, but it never really works out. You can see every time how the sparkle in his eyes disappears when someone gets too close to you. He may act shy, but he’s far from it.

ᵇᵒ ˢⁱⁿᶜˡᵃⁱʳ:

You can probably guess what I’m going to say, and you’d be right: he is possessive of you. He sees you as his property that he must protect and keep others away from, which even includes his brothers. He can get quite loud if he feels one of them is flirting with you too much. While he understands them, he doesn’t want them to overdo it. He’s a busy man, which means you’ll likely spend a lot of time at home until he feels comfortable letting you out. That could take weeks—if you’re lucky.

ʰᵃⁿⁿⁱᵍʳᵃᵐ:

These two work together to keep harmful (innocent) people away from you. They operate in a way that is very different from any other human. They communicate silently, ensuring that you remain unaware of what’s happening around you. In about a week or so, that troublesome person will be gone. Will is best at distracting while Hannibal excels in taking action. They try to keep you from noticing the things they do, even though you know all their secrets. It's no surprise to you that they behave this way, but you don’t mind it too much.

ᵗʰᵒᵐᵃˢ ʰᵉʷⁱᵗᵗ:

Speaking of Thomas, he is exactly what you would expect. What I mean is that he is very protective of you because he loves you so much. It’s not in a scary way, though. He will do his best to keep you at home, trying to shield you from his darker side. Besides that, he truly loves you. He often wonders why you chose him out of everyone. He struggles with self-hatred and tries to deny it. However, you love him for who he is and dream of becoming his wife/husband/spouse one day.

ʲᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ ᶜʳᵉᵉᵖᵉʳˢ:

What do you hope to achieve by trying to leave him? He will track you down and restrain you even more. He can always tell when you are lying, so don’t even attempt to deceive him. Jeepers is a hardworking man, and because of his hunger, he will be out of the nest most of the time. However, that doesn’t mean you will be free. He will ensure you have everything you need while he is out hunting. He won’t allow you to see or interact with another human ever again. If he finds you talking to or seeing anyone else, they will be gone.

ᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒʷⁿ: