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Thomas Hewitt 🌻

- lord have mercy, this man can peel a person's face off without feeling a thing, but as soon as you tell him about how your body makes you feel before your period (AND FOR AT LEAST A FULL WEEK???), he is turning 13 different shades of red

- this man is so selfless for you in every way though, so when you warn him beforehand he's already unselfishly deciding to help you through it any way you'd like him to without expecting you to 'return the favor'

- is worried about 'taking advantage' of you in this state even when you assure him you completely want him without a single doubt

- Thomas just feels SO GUILTY about feeling good when he thinks you should be the only one feeling good during this time

- 2 words: body. worship.

- you're his everything, and there's never a time he'll have you doubting how much he adores every part of you, but he is especially adamant about worshipping your body on these weeks

- needs to make sure you know just how overwhelmingly thankful he is you allow someone like him to touch you in the first place

- he's going to eat you out every morning like a man devout to make sure you start the day in bliss

- not really a fan of quickies just because he wants to take his time with you and make you feel special and loved

- however, if you seek him out throughout the day when everyone else is busy/away for a while (and you clearly want him very badly), he could never dream of denying you

- has the patience of a saint with you, so if you like to be a tease when you're in the mood it's pretty amusing to see him try to keep calm if you're around the family

- if you tease him throughout the entire day or playfully refuse to let him touch you until the day's over and you both settle for the night, be prepared for the fuck of your life

- will muffle your moans by either swallowing them with deep kisses, slipping a finger or two past your lips to have you suck, or just completely place one of his large hands over your mouth

- wants to be discreet when having sex, mostly out of respect to you, but he'd also be extremely angry if Hoyt ever heard and made vulgar remarks in your direction the next day

- (even if at that point you're going to feel too drunk on the pleasure coursing through you to even care)

- he knows you rile him up on purpose, and he loves that you find him that desirable to do so in the first place, but he still feels awful the next morning thinking he was too rough with you

- he really only ever wants to treat you tenderly with slow sensual sex, but when you give him that lazy blissed out expression of satisfaction, and tell him you want him all over again he feels his heart swell uncontrollably

- you have this man tied around your little finger and he's not ashamed about it in the slightest

- if you thought his need to perform acts of service for you was immense before, it's triple that once you do get your period

- if he can help it, he's not letting you move a single muscle

- will huff at you to stay in bed and sleep off the pain and exhaustion

- he still feels the weeks prior to your periods are far too favorable for him despite you wanting him to fuck you until he's shooting blanks, so he really wants to take care of you after it all (as if he wasn't already)

- will literally never understand how wonderfully he takes care of you

- overall, he's everything you could want and need, but finding opportunities to be intimate may prove difficult with the other Hewitt's around

OG Michael Myers 🎃

- i'm sorry (y/n), he's completely using it against you

- if you give him special permission during this time to take you whenever and wherever he wants, he's definitely taking advantage of it

- will suddenly bend you over whatever's closest and roughly remove the clothes covering your pussy before he's shoving his cock inside

- likes supporting your weight to fuck you against walls while you cling to him completely at his mercy

- oh, but don't think he's going to make it easy on you either, this is Mikey after all

- Michael's a wild card in the sense that you'll never be sure whether he's going to fuck you stupid or torment you by denying his touch

- he gets this sick thrill at seeing how badly you want and need him and he takes full advantage of that

- will literally watch you desperately finger fuck yourself or hump a pillow for any sort of relief until you're in tears and still not have mercy on you

- completely gets off on knowing he's the only one able to provide you with the deliverance you need so desperately that it has you writhing like a bitch in heat for him

- power plays turn him on like nothing else and you've willingly given him all the power the weeks before your periods

- if he's feeling 'nice' he'll let you cockwarm him on the couch while you watch tv or something, but he's going to have a firm grip on your hips which serves as a warning that if you so much as fidget or roll your hips once he's pulling out

- either makes you ache half the week until he finally fucks you proper, or edges you for several days before he lets you have your first thorough release that week

- when he's being especially heinous he won't let you touch yourself at all because he wants to be the only one able to give you relief (you swear he's jealous of your own hand)

- his methods are cruel to you in the moment of course, but your most pleasure inducing orgasms will be on these weeks after he finally has mercy on you

- don't worry, he riled himself up in the edging process quite a bit too, so he'll make it all up to you in the following days

- you'll be placed in several mating presses as he jackhammers into you like a wild animal to be as deep as physically possible before he's finally cumming inside you

- don't be surprised when you orgasm from feeling him ejaculate alone after all the time he spent making you work for it

- his new committment will be to overstimulate you as much as he can, but considering days prior, it's the opposite of a problem

- he expects you to give him lots of soft affection like kisses and cuddling once you get your period to show your 'gratitude' for all the 'work' he did, but really he just wants an excuse to be softer with you without having to admit it

- plus, your poor pussy is going to need the break after everything Michael put you through

- for the most part, an absolute menace; he may just make the week worse, but it's all worth it in the end

Bo Sinclair 🧢

- immediately has a wolfish grin plastered across his face when you tell him

- having you desperately horny for him for an entire week before your period inflates his ego SO MUCH

- he's a teasing bastard, but not nearly as bad as Michael

- he actually ends up keeping track of your cycle better than you do which is kind of funny

- likes to tease you verbally the most because of how heated his southern drawl gets you

- he’ll lowly say things like, “Does m’pretty doll need t’be filled with my cum again already?” and, “Now darlin’, if I didn’t know better, I’d say y’looked downright flustered right now” against your ear while his brothers are nearby and you have to try to remain unfazed

- if your neck and ears are sensitive, he'll randomly nip at your skin when you least expect it, to try and pull a moan out of you

- gets off to feigning ignorance and making you say exactly what you want from him (especially if it embarrasses you)

- but while he adores riling you up, he can’t hold back from giving you what you so sweetly plead for for very long (especially when it’s exactly what he wants too)

- he loves feeling needed and being the only one able to help you find relief, so begging and shamefully pressing yourself against him has his dick swelling almost immediately

- Bo is extremely turned on by quickies, especially when there’s a potential risk of the two of you being caught by one of his brothers, so he’ll keep you more than satisfied throughout the week

- he doesn’t actually want his brothers seeing what’s so obviously his and his alone, but it still admittedly excites him

- he’s quite talkative during sex too, telling you things like, “When’d such a sweet thing like you turn into such a whore for me, hm?” and “Doin’ so good, gonna give ya exactly what good girls deserve- just a bit more, (y/n)” while you’re nothing but a twitching whiny mess, too fucked dumb to make coherent moans under him anymore

- he makes up for the teasing by overstimulating you every time

- there's just something about having your arms and legs violently tremble as they're tightly wrapped around him that turns him wild

- LOVES seeing your teary blissed out expression and hearing you choke back sobs from feeling so good

- will gently coo at you in a teasing manner as he kisses away the tears, and continues to relentlessly pound into you

- even if the two of you don't want kids, he has a massive breeding kink, and will sleep for the night entirely bottomed out in you if you let him

- there's a 50/50 chance your still fluttering walls are going to make him hard again, though

- once you do get your period, Bo can be pretty easily persuaded to sleep in with you most mornings

- you’re definitely going to need the well deserved rest after fucking like rabbits the entire week

- he spends most of the time you’re taking it slow on your period to catch up on the work you distracted him from all those days, but he does check in on you now and again

- overall, deciding which of the two of you is horniest during the week before your period is highly debatable, but you're guaranteed to be sated

Vincent Sinclair🕯

- when you first told him, he was very glad to be wearing the mask on account of his flushed expression, but he still accidentally dropped one of his tools at the revelation causing him to drop his composure momentarily

- before this point you'd been intimate, but he'd always made love to you

- he still hadn't quite worked up the nerve to take you roughly despite how he may have thought about it,,

- you'll have to ease him into this new side of you, but he's only nervous about disappointing you somehow

- he comes around quite quickly after the first few times, especially with how beautiful you moan and beg for him to manhandle you a bit more

- your sex drive is certainly fervent during the weeks before your periods, but he's always awestruck that he's the one making you feel that way

- no matter how many times you press yourself flush against him and gently bite his neck or reach down to squeeze his dick to signal you need him, his breath hitches at the feeling

- he feels as though he doesn't deserve such a divine privilege bestowed upon him by you, being who he is, so he entirely dedicates himself to your pleasure

- will eat you out for hours and sensually massage your body with his large hands as he does until you practically black out

- cockwarming is one of his favorite ways to delve into both physical touch and quality time together during this time

- he obviously spends quite a while in the basement, so when he finds himself sitting for a long period of time he's more than happy to sink you onto his lap and let you wrap yourself around him/rest your head on his shoulder as he works

- fortunately, Bo doesn't really come down to this part of the house, so you both have plenty of time to give into each other without the added risk

- as you spur his confidence, he becomes increasingly bewitched with this side of you, worshipping every part of your body and intensely memorizing the way your face contorts in pleasure for him

- the artist in him can't help but want to permanently immortalize you this way through wax sculptings, paintings, and sketches

- if you consent, he takes out the camcorder to record you under him in these moments, writhing and panting, taking him so beautifully to the point of tears

- he rewatches these videos often, both for artistic reference, and to shamelessly relive the moments

- despite the fierce sex sessions that leave you with his mark carnally left behind on your skin in intense shades, he's still a complete romantic, and he's adamant about not letting you forget it (as if you could)

- once you get your period, this man is constantly fretting over your comfort, and refusing to let you do a thing until you get after him

- cramps? he's already leaving to get you water and a pain pill. want to get up to take care of something? too late, he's already on it. sad? you're immediately wrapped up in his arms.

- enjoys coaxing you into the bathroom for candlelit baths to soothe your aching body and wash your hair

- he's not put off by the blood in the slightest, so he's more than willing to have period sex if you'd like him to relieve your cramps that way

- Bo gets annoyed with him for 'babying' you so much, but he couldn't care less; why wouldn't he treasure the love of his life who cares for him just as much??

- all in all, he'll have you wishing you got your period more than just once a month

Lester Sinclair 🦝

- Lester is in a perpetual state of bliss

- sure he's a man and has desires, but he never actually thought someone could yearn for him to such an aching extent

- he's turned on of course, but more than anything, he's in awe

- having you come onto him so shamelessly at all hours of the day is something he'll never be able to get used to on these particular weeks; it never fails to catch him off guard, and leave him breathless no matter how many times you do it

- he'll be casually telling you about his day as he fiddles with a task when you suddenly slip your hands under his shirt from behind and languidly run them up his middle to grope at him

- if he's distracted watching tv, his entire face turns red when you swiftly straddle his lap and begin needily rolling your hips against him

- he's dropping everything in seconds after his mind finally catches up to his erratically racing heart

- this man just wants to please you, and he's not looking for you to give him anything in return either

- so when you make a point by spoiling him back for being so good to you, he becomes putty in your hands

- seriously, he's so eager to please you in any way you'd like; he feels good when he makes you feel good

- it's times like these he appreciates not sharing a home with his twin brothers the most, and he loves the fact that you can both be as loud and as unabashed as you want without worrying about others being around

- he'll sometimes still mid thrust within you because he becomes so entranced with your heavenly image sprawled beneath him; your face heated, your skin glistening with a layer of sweat, the desperate way you whine and pant and cry for him. He can't help it, you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, and you're his

- he knows you're not completely in control of your libido on these weeks, that it must be frustrating for you at times to be so riled up for so long, but he can't deny how much he loves this side of you

- it's a pleasure for him of course, but most of all, having you in his life and being the one you trust and love enough to be able to take you this way is a privilege he never takes for granted

- he may not have a breeding kink per se, but he can't deny the overwhelming need to stuff you full of his cum to satiate his needy 'sweet pea'

- the type of man to thoroughly eat you out and kiss you full on the lips right after; things like that could never bother him

- unless you specifically request it of him, he will always default to making passionate love to you during this time; he knows you'll be burning for him for at least a week, and he doesn't want to end up overexerting your body that will feel worse once you get your period

- when you do get your period, this man is constantly by your side; he has a stash of your favorite snacks and treats that he always makes sure to prepare beforehand

- he also makes sure to stock up on pain pills and your preferred sanitary products when he goes on a food run so you don't have to worry about it

- he'll let you get up to move around and take care of tasks, but if he thinks he should be doing it instead he's distracting you with a kiss and steering you straight back to bed to relax

- the BIGGEST cuddler; he's seriously perfect if you get cold from losing so much blood because he'll wrap himself entirely around you and keep you warm

- you'll never feel sad with him around either, he has plenty of funny stories and jokes to keep you smiling and laughing

- in conclusion, you cannot go wrong with this man; top tier sex and top tier period care

Jason Voorhees 🪓

- this new side of you terrifies him at the beginning

- he had been very reluctant to touch you at all during this time because he was afraid it was just a feeling you couldn't control, and therefore he didn't want to 'take advantage' of you

- he just isn't used to such sensual desire directed so intensely at him, so you'll have to try to take it slow and understand where he's coming from

- as your relationship progresses, he becomes more comfortable, but don't expect him to fuck you with wild abandon during these particular weeks because he won't

- if you're going to want him inside of you constantly for at least seven whole days, he's making sure he doesn't end up seriously hurting you by the time your period comes around, and you've calmed down enough to start feeling any unnecessary pain that resulted from so many fiercely intimate sessions

- that being said, he's more than happy to indulge you tenderly, but if you begin to get ahead of yourself while riding him or start to uncontrollably whine and beg for him to manhandle you, he'll deny you and maybe even pull out of you altogether in favor of taking you to the lake to cool off and distract you

- you'll be surprised by how good you end up feeling when you're laying down, and he begins to massage your shoulders and back until all of your tension is turned into delightful bliss

- he's not opposed to heavy make out sessions or groping, he's just worried about himself getting carried away when he's actually inside you and you're adamantly working away at his resolve with your overly eager hips

- he just feels like if he gives in to you during this time, he won't be able to control himself the rest of the week you pounce on him

- he'll engulf you with his weight during sex at this time so you have less control of the situation, and he can maintain the deep languid pace he wants to give you

- not enough to hurt you of course, but you'll be satisfyingly trapped beneath him as his cock continuously kisses your cervix with deep, patient thrusts despite your frenzied mewls and thrashing for more

- he makes it up to you after you fully recover from your period, don't worry

- if cockwarming is something you like to do when you settle down to sleep, he'll wrap you up in his arms and bottom out in you; comfortingly running his hands through your hair and across your back in a soothing manner

- once you do get your period, he's fretting over you like a mother hen; don't even bother fighting him on it

- he's not the best with period care, it's all pretty new to him, so he cares for you mostly through acts of service and quality time

- taking care of tasks you normally do, insisting you sleep in on mornings, being extra attentive and protective of you during this time

- even if you explain it helps to ease your cramps, he won't have sex with you on your period

- it's not because he thinks it's gross, he's just genuinely shaken up at the sight of you bloodied; it makes him think of losing you, and his mind isn't kind with the possibilities given his background

- if you become downcast, he'll feel just as crestfallen, he can't help it

- he doesn't know what more to do to help you in this case besides hold you affectionately, but his bear hugs comfort you more than he realizes

- overall, he's a bit inexperienced with period care, and you'll have to forgo rough sex till after your period, but he genuinely cares about you

Bubba Sawyer 🔆

- oh god, you're going to cause his poor heart to give out entirely from how easily flustered he becomes at the sudden lustful intensity directed at him

- he may never get used to the fact that someone genuinely desires him

- unfortunately, he won't be able to indulge you much during the day; he feels badly about it, but he's very committed to his responsibilities and he'd rather not be at the receiving end of Drayton's wrath

- does privacy even exist in the Sawyer household??

- he does, however, let you drag him away in order to take much needed breaks now and then; usually setting you on his lap while you both relax on the swinging bench out front and drink sweet tea in between plenty of kisses

- if you wear dresses long enough to cover your laps, he likes to bounce you on his cock discretely while you pretend to be partaking in nothing more than innocent cuddling

- he can easily tell the difference between your usual kisses and the kisses you press against him on the weeks before your periods because they're much needier, and he swears the heat behind them linger on his skin more noticeably than the Texas sun

- it's easy to rile him up with kisses alone; his libido is normally quite high, and he frequently finds himself wanting to whisk you off your feet to find a secluded area for a while

- so against his better judgement, you can manage to seduce him into a couple of quickies throughout the day

- there's certainly a thrilling aspect that comes with sneaking off, but he's still filled with nervous energy at the prospect of his brothers stumbling upon the both of you

- more than anything, he doesn't want to shame you; he'd never forgive himself if they were to taunt you for being so keen to have him in you, that it coudn't wait till you got to the privacy of your shared room

- he's just not strong enough to resist the alluring way your eyes peak out from beneath your lashes; a look he's learned very well over the course of your relationship, especially when paired with teasing rolls of your hips or playful nips at his neck and ears

- come nightfall, once you're both free to indulge in each other personally, he's all yours

- more than anything, he wants to please you, especially after explaining how frustrating it can be to feel the way you do before your period

- he tries to be gentle, to focus on you receiving rather than him, but it's not uncommon for him to begin powerfully chasing his high once it feels too good (not that you mind of course, it feels amazing for you too)

- when you get your period, he's a bit of a mess in all honesty

- squawking and whining nervously at seeing you in pain, especially if your cramps tend to be on the stronger side

- you'll have to comfort him most likely; assuring him you'll be okay, and coaxing him to settle down and just cuddle you if nothing else

- in these cases, Drayton could be threatening your poor Bubba with a broom to get up and work while his other brothers laugh at him, but he refuses to let go of you until you're at least sound asleep

- will not agree to period sex

- he's not fazed at all by blood and gore of course, but seeing you bloody makes him very upset, even if he knows it's unreasonable because you're not actually injured

- very overprotective of you during this time, and will fuss at you to let him take care of all the things you try to get up for

- and if you cry due to your hormones?? He's crying with you; desperately cupping your face to give you comforting kisses and rocking you back and forth against his chest until you settle and feel better

Just smth sappy I was thinking about bc it's always Sinclair brainrot hrs

Bo Sinclair

- were his hands this sweaty before you handed him your phone??

- looks like he wants to kiss you and throw up at the same time tbh

- starts thinking you only did it to get a reaction out of him since he often enjoyed 'baselessly' flirting with you

- "...You ain’t funin' me just t’get back at me for all them times I...teased you?"

- "No, it's the truth", you reassure him with a playful roll of your eyes

- he's going to act cocky and lay the charm on thick after that if Lester and Vincent are in the same room

- "hell darlin', knew it was only a matter o'time till you couldn't go on without me in your arms"

- he'll keep a hold on you one way or another for a while in order to convince himself this isn't one of his hopeful dreams about you

- do not bother trying to get him to admit he had been scared out of his mind you liked one of his brothers instead

- because he wasn't

- at all 😐

- if they aren't around, you'll get a much softer Bo

- kisses your forehead meaningfully before wrapping you in his arms and setting his chin on your head in comfortable silence

- you know he's no good with his words in times like these, (y/n)..

- his racing heartbeat against your ear is enough to tell you he feels the same

- he always had

- and he always will

- you'll have to watch out for Lester when he teases Bo too far about 'going soft' now that he's with you

- "That's right, y'better run!!"

- "Bo!"

- "(y/n) won't be able to save your ass every time, Les!!"

- "BO!!"

- Vincent's just glad there's less yelling in the house now that you keep him occupied with your affection 🙄

Vincent Sinclair

- you wanted to do it when he was unmasked so you promised to turn around and cover your eyes before slipping him the phone

- he really didn't understand why he needed to be unmasked in order to see your crush, but he trusted you

- he was sure you'd be showing a photo of Bo or Lester

- It'd be painful, but he was prepared to set himself aside and support you

- this would be his closure

- "Alright, tap on my back when you're ready"

- he sets his mask down on the candlelit worktable he's sitting at and does as you tell him

- you keep your eyes closed with one hand before slipping your phone to him from around your back

- there's a loud clack when Vincent drops your phone after a few seconds

- there's no way his heart could have prepared him for that

- "Vin-?"

- shaky artist hands grip your sides as he desperately presses his forehead into your back

- you'll feel him carefully run his hands up as he moves to stand

- now leaning into your smaller form to tightly hug you from behind

- "It could never be anyone but you", you softly sigh already knowing what he was thinking

- please let him hold you for a while longer, (y/n)

- at least till his tears dry 🥺

- eventually, his hands will reach up to yours that are still covering your eyes in order to pull them down and gently turn you around

- you think he put his mask back on, but when you open your eyes it's your real Vincent

- there's no wax to hide his visage from you

- he's beautiful

- 'Are you still sure?', he signs looking down

- "If you'll have me"

- of course he'll have you

- there could never be anyone but you for him either

- you feel his lips both for the first and hundredth time that night

- "When the hell d'this happen??"

- You had accidentally fallen asleep in Vincent's arms and it just so happened Bo needed to speak to him that morning

- "Mind your business, Bo Sinclair!", you say tossing your pillow at his face

- Lester gets a HUGE kick out of embarrassing his older brother after he finds out

- "I expect Bo t'do somethin' like that on the first night- but you Vin??" 😞

"For the last time Lester, we slept together, we didn't SLEEP together"

- your poor Vincent's mask doesn't completely hide his flushed skin and Lester can't help his boisterous laughter by this point

Lester Sinclair

- “uh, (y/n), ‘think I pressed somethin’- your camera’s on me”

- "……”

- it was a cute attempt to confess (y/n), but unfortunately it just goes completely over his head

- he’s waiting for you take your phone back to ‘fix’ what he messed up

- why are you staring at him like that? 😶

- “Les, it’s supposed to be on the camera..”

- If the twins are around to witness it, Vincent will be looking at his brother in complete disbelief

- Lester's a smart man, but when it comes to flirting? Completely oblivious

- his brothers still can't believe he's gone this long without realizing you feel the same way about him

- you made it pretty obvious, but Lester just thinks your affection stems entirely from your good-natured personality

- it never occured to him you'd actually like him back

- and as long as you stayed by his side in some capacity, he'd be happy even if you never ended up feeling the same

- Bo is two seconds away from having one of his blood vessels burst before he starts shouting, “Lester, it’s you, y’dumbass!!”

- Lester.exe has stopped working 🤯

- “M-Me!?”

- he almost drops your phone in a panic

- Lester’s a huge blusher so his face, ears, and neck are all going to be varying shades of pink and red till the revelation completely settles in his head

- it's going to take a while though, bear with him

- “Of course it’s you! Who else would it be?”, you laugh

- he’s definitely blinking back a few tears at this point

- he feels the same!!

- Lester just never actually expected you to pick him when Bo and Vincent were options

- “Can I…kiss you?”

- “Please do”

- he gives you his signature toothy grin and boyishly vibrant eyes before gently cupping your face in his hands and claiming your lips with his own

- it's your first kiss of many more to come

- he'd make sure of it

- “‘Bout damn time!”, Bo huffs leaving the room

- Vincent supportively signs Lester a small, 'happy for you' before excusing himself as well

- by the end of the week Bo is going to want to duct tape Lester's bright lovestruck expression he can't seem to wipe off

- he won't admit it, but he's more than happy his younger brother has you

Bo Sinclair

- oh, he's going to be SO petty, you're really in for it now

- you really had the nerve to spend the entire day with the dog in HIS house when you should have been spending that time with HIM???

- ((it really wasn't the entire day, it was only a few hrs, he's dramatic, what's new))

- Keeps dropping 'hints' to Lester and Vincent that Jonesy needs a walk so they can take her away from you & he can finally get you to himself

- it backfires because you end up joining the boys on Jonesy's walk even though they *subtly* try to dissuade you & Bo gets even more pissy

- you did ask him to come, but he thought if he'd huff about it you'd stay with him

- instead you just thought he wanted some quiet time and told him you'd all be back soon while smiling much to his exasperation

- prepare to get a smartass answer for everything till the 'issue' is resolved

- "Want something to drink, Bo?" "No, y'look downright busy right now"

- "Bo, can you-" "Ask Jonesy"

- that's when you realize

- "Bo Sinclair, are you jealous??", you smirk

- cue a *giant* scoff

- you'll never make him admit it

- if you try to cuddle up with him or be affectionate after realizing it, he'll be even more childish and try to resist you for as long as he can

- he is not jealous, (y/n)

- liar

- it's become a game of how long Bo can last against you and how quickly you can make his silly resolve crumble

- typically this is done by smothering him in kisses and enflating his ego with lots of praise

- you'll have to 'trap' him by straddling his lap, otherwise he's going to keep up the chase

- he totally loves the attention, he's just milking the opportunity for all it's worth 🙄

- you wondered what he'd do if you tried something different today

- "Bo Sinclair, how could you be jealous of our baby??", you mused while cutely squishing Jonesy's cheeks in your palms and continuing to pet her from the couch, "I'm sorry daddy's being difficult today, Jonesy", you pouted playfully

- his entire mood does a 180

- he was sure it was just a teasing comment on your part to get him to cave, but somehow hearing you say 'our baby' and referring to him as the 'daddy' made his head spin

- definitely did not think he'd like it as much as he did & now it's all he can think about

- he's got an enormous breeding kink, so you'd better be careful about repeating those words after today no matter how innocent

- he'll immediately deposit you on his lap after holding out from returning your affection for so long and try to hide how excited that had made him by burying his head in the nape of your neck

- even if it's not right now, he's already decided he's going to put a real baby in you one of these days

- thinking about the two of you continuing the Sinclair family name definitely gets him hot and bothered

- and being the first, or only one of his brothers to do so? God

- "daddy, huh?", he'll finally say after recovering, "y'want a baby with me that bad?"

- now it's your turn to be flustered

- he's never letting you forget this, not ever

- from then on starts refering to Jonesy as your baby too

- occasionally calls you Jonesy's 'momma' as well

- he gets a major kick out of sensually whispering something like, "does momma need me t'take care of her?" in your ear to get you going

- his voice drives you wild and he knows it, damn him

- hell will freeze over before Vincent and Lester find out about the endearments though

- will definitely use the terms against you if you're upset with him to get you to give in to him or just plain get his way with something (it works)

- don't forget he's the daddy of your baby after all, (y/n) 😌

Vincent Sinclair

- he's not really the type to be bothered by you giving Jonesy love and attention

- he really likes to see you enjoy each other's company since he's always worried about you feeling too lonely when he's busy

- and more often than not he's going to join you in giving her affection and taking her on walks anyway

- on some days though, he just wants you all to himself, he can't help it

- he feels a bit bad when he gets in one of his self conscious moods with you, but he just wants you to reassure him you're all his and lovingly dote on him for as long as time will allow

- gives you the 'silent treatment' even if you don't pick up on it immediately

- he'll sit farther away from you acting like he's just busy and sulk behind the mask

- doesn't engage in communicating with you unless you address him first, and even then he'll sometimes act like he hadn't heard you the first time

- VERY quick to move on

- he wasn't actually upset at you of course, just feeling bad about himself and needy for you

- as soon as you so much as idly run your fingers through his hair or tell him you love him in passing, it's all forgotten about

- he's so weak for you tbh

- you really hadn't picked up on his mood like you normally did this time, but only because Vincent was focusing hard on an art project and you thought he needed his space

- turns out he wasn't focusing on the piece at all because he was too busy focusing on you softly coo at Jonesy who was currently half stretched across your lap

- "Vince, do you want me to bring you something to drink?", you suddenly ask breaking him out of his thoughts, "You should take a break too"

- Vincent inwardly sulked even more

- he DID want to take a break, but with you in his arms and no one else to take your attention away from him for a good long while

- he didn't express that of course, instead he pridefully shook his head and looked away from you again

- "Alright, I'm going to walk our baby so we don't disturb you then, but I'll bring you something to eat and drink after- say goodbye to daddy, Jonesy", you smiled already moving to leave with the good natured pittie

- he had reacted by getting up to grab hold of your wrist in order to stop you before he'd even realized what he'd done

- "Change your mind?", you ask happily

- Vincent shook his head again, this time looking away from you due to the flustered state your words had put him in

- 'you said our baby' he signed still not looking at you, 'and called me her daddy'

- oh

- "Well isn't she kind of like our baby?", you laugh, "I think we're the closest thing to parents she has apart from uncle Bo and uncle Lester"

- Vincent was sure the left side of his face was red enough to rival his right, at this point

- it just wasn't something that crossed his mind until you went and said it

- but he'd be a liar if he claimed it wouldn't be constantly running through his head now

- he may have more of a breeding kink than he initially thought

- and hearing 'uncle Bo' and 'uncle Lester' had definitely filled him with an unexpected sense of pride at potentially being the one to give them that status

- even if you never end up having an actual baby together, it's official: you're the mother of his children

- and that means even when they walk on all fours and bark, meow, hell, even moo- they're your kids

- 'having a baby with you', he finally signs, 'it... sounds nice'

- boy, was your face hot now

- will affectionately refer to you as 'mommy' when communicating with Jonesy even though he knows she can't understand, just to make you smile

- 'Doesn't mommy look beautiful today?', he'll sign to Jonesy while making sure you can see his hand movements

- he definitely takes the pet names to heart even if you had only been playing at first

- you keep referring to him as 'daddy' when speaking to Jonesy after that

- Jonesy actually ends up connecting the word 'daddy' with Vincent and it makes you both so soft when you tell her something like, "go see daddy", and she starts padding in his direction

- Vincent adores the domestic, familial feelings he gets out of the whole thing

- it definitely makes him feel more connected to you even if it seems silly to his brothers

- Bo and Lester definitely poke fun at him for the whole 'daddy' thing, but he can't actually be bothered to care because he likes it too much

- you and Vincent are definitely the best parents ever

- thank you for making him a daddy, (y/n) 🥺💕

Lester Sinclair

- oh you'd have to try very hard to get this man to be jealous of Jonesy of all things

- you're both his favorite girls, after all!

- he's not beyond whining about it if you haven't paid attention to him in a while though

- unlike his emotionally constipated twin brothers, he doesn't mind actually letting you know when he's feeling needy for your affection

- especially when you always reward him with immediate gratification after the fact

- so why would he make things harder for himself? 😏

- he sometimes becomes especially clingy (not that you mind)

- but it's always amusing to see him dramatically moan about absolutely needing your full attention and affection when you had gotten up from giving him just that five seconds ago

- "Lester, we can't just cuddle all day, we have to-" "why not?"

- alright, you give into him way more than you'd like to admit

- which is probably why he's so spoiled but you love him too much to completely mind at this point

- even if you act like you do in order to be the 'responsible one' at times

- makes Bo absolutely sick to see how openly affectionate and needy his little brother acts with you

- Bo's always trying to embarrass Lester for it but it never works because Lester completely owns the fact proudly

- Lester honestly thinks Bo is completely missing out in the love department & maybe he's right

- Vincent is just happy to see him happy tbh

- today was one of Lester's especially clingy days but you were currently on the couch hugging a sleepy Jonesy, nearly half asleep yourself at this point

- "(yyy/nnn)", Lester drawls out dramatically from his seat at the kitchen table, "y'should be huggin' me right now"

- "Jonesy's comfy", you respond with your eyes closed happily, still not letting go of your sweet, spotted pittie

- "I'm comfy!", he retorts loudly "hell, you ain't never complained before-"

- you roll your eyes at that, "but Jonesy doesn't stink right now"

- all you hear is an offended scoff from the kitchen causing you to break out in giggles

- he'll comfortably drop the subject, not minding to let you have your way

- he's happy when you're happy

- even if he does desperately want your attention right now

- you just can't resist him when he begs for you so sweetly

- "Alright Jonesy baby, we'll nap some other time- daddy needs some TLC right now", you say getting up to go to Lester

- Lester immediately perks up at hearing your words, giving you his signature crooked grin as you walk over and straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck

- "Y'see Jonesy as our baby?", he smiles wider now

- you may try to play it off, embarrassed now, but he's never letting you forget it

- 100% starts calling you 'momma' when talking to Jonesy & expects you to keep calling him 'daddy' to her too

- if he wants to tell you something 'indirectly' he just tells Jonesy

- "Jonesy, go ask momma if she wants t'come on a drive with us"

- Jonesy happily picks up on your new names for each other

- he'll refer to you as 'ma' if he's being serious with Jonesy or if she happens to get in trouble (she rarely ever does)

- "Jonesy! What'd I tell you 'bout- gah! Go see your ma!"

- doesn't really have a breeding kink, he just loves feeling like a family with his best girls

- the subject of actual kids won't come up unless you initiate it

- he's not in any rush since that just means more of your affection and full attention for him

“ Could…could you just hold me, a while? ” with Lester Sinclair

You couldn’t imagine what he felt. Your heart was broken, but Lester’s must have been completely taken from him altogether.

“Lester-”, you try yet again weakly.

“Leave me alone!”, he shouts, snatching his arm away from your touch and drunkenly stumbling forward in the process.

You had never seen him this way. This wasn’t your Lester.

Eyes that were only ever lively and affectionate, now red-rimmed and aggressively rubbed raw from refusing to let the tears escape. It was characteristic for Lester to look disheveled to a certain degree with the work he did, but this was entirely different. This was painful to see.

You felt utterly useless. Your heart ached to change this; to somehow attribute everything to nothing more than a bad dream. But there was nothing more you could do except silently cry and continue attempting to console him in any way he’d allow. You could tell he was finally beginning to break, and you’d be there when it happened no matter how many times he pushed you away.

He hadn't been able to sleep for two whole days now; refusing to eat, and consuming as much alcohol as it would take to let him forget for even a single insufferable moment. You did your best to deny him the bottle where you could, but knowing he'd just leave in his truck to seek it elsewhere worried you more. At least here he had you to make sure he was safe even when anguished out of his mind.

“Goddammit, (y/n)! Just- just fuck off!”, he tries to violently shake you off of him but he’s too weak now, and you know he doesn’t mean it. His words don’t hold the animosity he’d like them to because they’re so filled with suffering.

You only hold onto him tighter as you press your cheek against the straining muscles of his back in anguish. There are no words you can possibly offer him to ease the pain, but you hope your heart which is desperately beating against him, will help console him in some way; remind him that he still wasn’t completely alone.

“Please stop hurting yourself”, you plead sadly, “It…It’d hurt them to see you this way..”

It’s his breaking point. Lester lets out a wail so heart-rending that you’re unprepared; unable to keep hold of him as he slips from your grasp and falls to his knees with his head in his hands. He wants to deny what’s already in front of him so badly. Foolishly reassuring himself they’d walk through the doors of what was left of their childhood home at any moment now.

He’s weeping bitterly, voice hoarse and utterly broken from how much it hurts to keep calling out for them until his cries inevitably quiet into defeated moans. The sun is setting again, and you defeatedly sit next to his shaking form, hot tears unyielding in their passage from both of your exhausted eyes. You lean your head against his shoulder, hoping he won’t resist your touch this time, and he doesn’t. For a while, there’s just silence between you apart from the occasional sniffling that normally accompanies tears. Lester finally unable to hold out against the new reality so cruelly forced on him.

“Let’s get you home, Les”, you softly say.

He nods halfheartedly, feebly allowing you to help him stand and lean against you as you exit the house and get him in the truck. The entire drive is silent apart from the lurching and squeaking the uneven roads pull from Lester’s faithful pick up; you focusing on the familiar rural path towards your shared home, and Lester hollowly staring at nothing in particular out the window.

He’s hurriedly staggering out of the truck and throwing up on the side of the road once you arrive. Two days worth of mental anguish and physical neglect catching up to him all at once now that he was no longer in denial; the contents of his stomach proving to be little else besides liquid and bile from all of the alcohol.

You’re at his side in an instant, placing your hand against his forehead. It’s hot- too hot; his whole body is covered in sweat, and he’s weakly trembling now that the last bit of his strength has just been exerted.

Lester doesn’t process that he’s even in the tub until you’re already scrubbing at his skin with lukewarm water and soap.

“(Y/n)..?”, he groans, “My head-”

“I’m here, honey”, you assure softly while pressing your lips to his warm forehead, “I’m almost finished, we’ll get you changed and into bed, alright?”

You can tell he’s trying hard to focus on the sound of your voice, but you imagine his head is quite delirious from the fever. It hurts you to see him this way; both mentally and physically defeated as he fights to stay awake as best as he can. He’s a sickly pale, with dark circles to accompany his downcast eyes, and all traces of his toothy grin completely erased.

It’s his missing smile that impacts you the most; you can’t remember the last time seeing him without it- you swear he even smiles in his sleep. As you finish rinsing his hair out you wonder if you’ll ever see that smile again, or if that too, had passed alongside his brothers.

Fortunately, Lester is still awake despite his exhaustion which helps you to dress him that much easier. He’s sitting on his side of the bed while you carefully dry his hair. Jonesy pads her way inside the room, giving you both a sad whine while she lays down at the foot of the bed and drops her head.

“He’ll be alright, Jonesy”, you coo, “Lester just needs some sleep”

You help Lester get under the sheets once his hair is dry, kissing his temples tenderly. You’re about to step away to hang his towel to dry and pick up the house a little while he falls asleep, but he finds the strength to hold onto your sleeve before you do.

“(Y/n)..?”

“Yes, love?”

“Could…could you just hold me, a while?”, he brokenly asks.

His affectionate requests normally make your heart swell, but his voice is so miserably sad right now that it only breaks instead.

You give him a small, sorrowful smile and nod your head, “Of course”

You’re cradling his head in your arms once you join him under the covers; gently positioning him against your chest to be lulled to sleep by your steady heartbeat and find comfort in your warmth. Warmth that means you are here. Warmth that means you are alive, and at his side. You soothingly run your fingers through Lester’s hair until his breathing finally evens out and you’re sure he’s asleep.

“I’ll look after him, boys”, you cry. Hoping somehow, someway, they’d hear you.

You only had each other now.

“ You aren’t a monster. ” with Vincent Sinclair

He kills viciously; often doing so with a sadistic kind of thrill if he’s feeling anything at all to begin with. Paralyzing and waxing the living only ever elicits artistic satisfaction in him, and the violence and death he leaves in his wake don’t ever unnerve him. It seems as though nothing could be able to discompose his cold and collected exterior, but the berserk state he was in now clearly disproved that.

You had seen him. The real him. Something he had wanted to keep from you indefinitely; no doubt, a horrific memory you’d always keep in your mind now. He’s enraged, he’s distraught, he’s disgusted, but not at you. It hadn’t been your fault, and it still wouldn’t have changed his decision to step in and protect you.

Vincent lets out a furious sound made harsh and hoarse by his vocal cords before sending yet another set of tools and wax mask models crashing to the ground.

You could hear the forceful impacts from below, unconsciously flinching every time cherished works of art were destroyed by their own creator. Vincent’s angry, guttural vocals occasionally loud enough to register through the floor.

“It’s my fault”, you finally say weakly

“Nah, it ain’t yer fault..”, Bo whispers uncharacteristically gently.

He continues to bandage your bleeding arm with his brows knit together in frustration. The twins weren’t angry with you, just upset at themselves for ‘letting’ you get hurt. They were relieved your injury hadn’t been more severe, but you becoming hurt was always a sensitive subject for them regardless of the severity.

“But if I wouldn’t have gotten in the way, Vincent wouldn’t have needed to jump in and-”

“And it still ain’t yer fault, (y/n)”, Bo interrupts with an added sternness to his tone that doesn’t last, “Vince jus’ didn’t want t’scare ya since he..likes ya so much. Thought it’d make you see him different.”

You couldn’t forget Vincent’s stunned expression when the man he had defended you from knocked his mask off with his fist in their struggle. It was the most emotion you’d ever seen displayed on his features, and the first time entirely seeing his features at all without artfully sculpted wax to stand in the way.

The animosity that immediately overtook the gentle Vincent you were so used to had admittedly made you tense as he ripped the man apart with his twin blades. Incessantly lacerating with enraged snarls ripping from his throat until the man was nothing more than an unrecognizable mass of red. You had seen him kill before of course, but never like this. This was the first time seeing Vincent kill without the unwavering apathetic exterior that made him look almost indifferent when committing brutal acts.

You were still in the same position on the floor you had been in just before Vincent stepped in; one of your knees defensively propped up, and shaky arms supporting your weight from behind when you had frantically tried to place distance between you and your attacker. You were frozen still from the shock; a sight Vincent mistook for horror directed at his visage, rather than the situation, before escaping you altogether.

“That’s why he-?”, you stall, “But I’d love Vincent no matter what he looks like!”

“I know”, Bo nods while finishing up with your arm, “Vince jus’ needs ya t’say it is all”

“But he locked the way in”, you remind Bo looking to the floor from your seat within the small medical room.

“Go through the house of wax”

You couldn’t help the uneasiness eating away at your nerves when you quietly descended into the candlelit basement that was darker than usual. Wax models, masks, and the tools of his craft littered across the floor- many in pieces from what you were able to see in front of you.

“Vincent..?”, you call out to him, carefully choosing your footing.

You couldn’t see much, but you didn’t have to because he was in front of you before you had even registered his initial location.

“Vincent”, you sigh in relief, automatically beginning to wrap your arms around him.

He catches your wrists in his large hands, turning your injured arm towards him to examine. His mask is on again, but you can tell from his visible blue eye he’s regarding you at a distance.

“Bo patched me up, I’m okay”, you whisper tentatively, “…thank you for keeping me safe”

Even with your wrists still in his hands you’re close enough to gently lean your forehead against his chest, pressing your cheek into his familiar warmth. You feel him shift, but instead of embracing you like you’d normally expect him to, he moves you at arm’s length.

“What’s wrong, love?”

Vincent can hardly take your disheartened expression at his withdrawal. But the way you had looked at him, the real him, was something he couldn’t remove from the forefront of his mind. It was agonizing, but he’d still prefer you to be honest than to come to him now and fake that he hadn’t disgusted you.

‘I’m a monster’, he signs

“What?”, you murmur in shock, but he doesn’t retract his words.

‘You saw it too’, he insists, ‘Go. I won’t blame you’

“Vinny? Vincent?”, you’re desperately pulling away from his grasp in order to reach up to cup the sides of his shrouded face in your hands now.

“Look at me, Vincent”, you demand sternly as you delicately turn his head to meet your eyes, “You aren’t a monster. And I could never be scared or disgusted of you. I was only startled at how upset you became- I was worried about you”

It’s hard to tell with so little light surrounding you both, but you can see the tears threatening to spill from his defeated look. You can feel your throat begin to tighten with the onset of your own tears, but it’s important for you to try and keep your voice strong- he needed to hear you.

“Maybe I can’t change the way you see yourself”, you begin gently, slipping your thumbs underneath his mask to touch the skin beneath, “-but you can’t change the way I see you either”

Vincent tenses when he feels you begin to lift the hand crafted veil separating you, but he doesn’t stop you, “And I see only what I love”, you declare quietly once it’s removed and set down.

“I see you”

His tears are freely falling now, and even though he’s much taller than you, you do your best to reach him; gingerly cupping his jaw again to bring his beautiful face down to your lips. You’re kissing the right side of his face with such ardent affection that Vincent swears he can feel his heart swell and stop all at once. It’s easier to kiss him now that he’s keenly leaning into your touch, wrapping his arms around you where they belong. Your lips are featherlight, appreciating every dip and curve of the red scar tissue he was taught to hate so much. You love him. Every part of him.

“-and you are lovely, Vincent”, you breathe.

“ Why are you still here?! Why?! I destroy everything I touch! And yet you still stick around! ”

with Bo Sinclair

“Bo-”

“Let go, I'll do it my damn self, (y/n)”

“Bo, let me help you, you're hurt-”, you attempt again

“I said get yer hands off me! Don’t need ya fuckin’ coddling me like some damn kid!”, he shouts venomously

“Is that what you think this is?”, you reply in disbelief, “Well I’m sorry I care about you too much to let you bleed out on the floor, Bo!”

“Who the hell asked ya t’care?! Always actin' like I goddamn need you- I want ya gone! Get!”, he spats back

“..You don’t mean that”

You had tried to say it firmly, but your own voice betrayed you, making it sound more like you were trying to convince yourself.

So when he had bitterly pushed past you without another word, you swore you felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.

You tried not to take it as personally as he made it sound. Getting into a fight with Bo wasn’t uncommon with the way he struggled to regulate his emotions; one of the more unfortunate results of the abuse he’d received as a child. It didn’t make it right, of course, but your love for him had always made you patient and understanding.

It was beginning to get dark out, but the house suddenly felt far too suffocating in your current emotional state. If Bo’s wound had been more severe, you would have forced yourself to tough out his current mood in order to make sure he was well-tended, but Vincent was home too, and would no doubt keep an eye on him in your brief absence.

You just started walking. Not really bothering to consider a specific direction. It was easy to become distracted with your thoughts; your mind never seeming to rest even when you didn’t feel so emotionally sore.

The night was cool, a welcome change to the humid Louisiana days that often exasperated you, and no doubt, the reason you ended up so far away from Ambrose before you even realized.

“Shit”, you curse under your breath.

How long had you been gone now? The night sky had definitely gotten darker, making the rural path you were currently on look far more threatening than it actually was.

“Time to head back”, you mutter.

You were sure Bo hadn't even noticed your absence to begin with, so you didn’t bother to quicken your leisurely pace.

You listen to the plentiful crickets chirp out their nightly song as your shoes crunch along the dusty path, idly kicking the occasional rock as you go. The scarce fireflies that tease your vision within the tree line make you smile with the way they light up and disappear before lighting up again somewhere entirely different; like a playful game of hide and seek anyone is welcome to join if they only pay enough attention. Hearing the occasional frog pipe up to add loud croaks between the cricket’s steady chorus is also characteristic for this time of night; creating a melody you’re convinced you can no longer sleep without after having lived in Ambrose for so long.

When you enter the familiar little town again, you realize something is wrong. All of the lights are on to brightly illuminate your path- which usually only happens when the boys are in pursuit of victims.

You can hear yelling, but as you run in the direction of it you realize it’s Bo’s voice. You finally see him across the way yelling at Vincent in a manic frenzy when you reach the front of the garage.

“I’m tellin’ you they left goddammit!”, he shouts while roughly shoving off Vincent’s attempts to calm him, “Help me fuckin’ find em!”

“Bo?”, you call out as you near them now, “Bo, what’s wrong?”

His wild blue eyes are in the direction of your voice in an instant. You’re caught off guard when he roughly reaches you and grips your arms against your sides painfully.

“Don’t you ever fuckin’ run off like that again, ya hear?!”

He’s shaking your shoulders to make sure his words sink in before he’s crashing his lips against yours with a fervent intensity over and over.

“Bo-”, you mewl in between his passionate assault.

He pointedly ignores you as he moves down to bite and suck on your neck, causing you to gasp heatedly. But just as quickly as he had began to stir you up, he’s now pushing you away; cruelly making you aware of just how much you crave his touch as he firmly stares you down.

“Why’d ya come back”

It's said more like a statement than a question, but the way his brows are knit together in frustration suggests he's genuinely wanting an answer from you.

“I-”, you falter as you try to catch your breath, “What do you mean? I just went for a w-”

“Told you I wanted ya gone, that I didn't need ya- so why are ya still here?!”, he demands now

Your mind is still reeling from the flux emotional intensity you constantly find yourself experiencing with Bo, but you realize he’s not actually angry at you right now.

He’s blaming himself- even hating himself for the way he ends up treating you without meaning to sometimes. But even after all this time, he still can't bring himself to understand why you stay by his side despite it all.

“Because I want to be here, Bo”

"Why?!”, he pressures further, “I destroy everythin' I touch! And yet ya still stick around!- the hell's wrong with you?!"

His words are beginning to lose their edge despite their volume. Hostility giving way to the feelings of inferiority and inadequacy he so desperately fights against every day; feelings cruelly implanted into him by the same people responsible to have raised him with the care and support he deserved.

Raised voices and aggression are only ever fronts to scare off what he really fears most: vulnerability.

“Because I love you”, you admit freely.

You know it hurts him to comprehend how you genuinely mean it, but you don't mind reassuring him of the fact for the rest of your life if necessary.

You close the distance between you gently, almost regarding him like a wounded wild animal as you lift one of his marred wrists to your lips.

“-even when you think you don’t deserve it, or aren’t good enough, I will be here to prove you wrong”, you continue while wrapping your arms around his middle.

You place your chin on his chest to look up at his eyes that have now tiredly settled into a forlorn expression behind blue, “What you were put through…that wasn’t your fault Bo. Which means you can’t blame yourself for everything that happens now, but even so- you still fight against what they forced on you”

"That's you", Bo said chuckling at your dramatic gasp.

"That's so rude!", you playfully responded by smacking his arm as he continued to laugh loudly.

You and Bo were currently seated on the Sinclair family couch watching some god awful ‘horror’ movies Lester had brought for the rest of you. Today had been one of those rare days where there was nothing of pressing importance to be done, and seeing as no one had come into Ambrose and the day had been especially hot- here you were: poking fun at each other by comparing yourselves to the funny-looking aliens currently on the TV. Bo was in a good mood today. You were happy to see him so relaxed (a rare occurrence as well), leisurely sitting at the other end of the couch with a beer in hand and some salty-sweet trail mix between the both of you to share.

"Okay well if that's me, then that one's you", you smirked pointing at an alien creature that looked even worse than the one he had compared you to.

"Shit looks nothin' like me!", he cackled as you continued to watch the movie in good humor.

Vincent quietly watched the two of you from the kitchen doorway. He was happy you and Bo got along like siblings, the way siblings were supposed to get along; often teaming up together to plot against him and prank him when Bo was in an amiable mood like today. He swore he'd be seeing grey streaks in his hair soon. You had a similar relationship with Lester who'd entertain your mischievous side much more than Bo would- he was lucky Lester wasn't around as often as Bo, or he'd surely have a head of fully white hair by now.

But despite the content feeling Vincent got at seeing you and his brothers get along, it didn't stop the small ever-persistent voice in the back of his head that constantly reminded him of his shortcomings, making him feel insecure in his relationship with you. An insecurity that had never been fueled by you, but was always painfully obvious regardless of the fact.

His inability to express his thoughts and feelings verbally the way everyone else could with you had begun to bother him more than he’d care to admit. It was the same reason he silently slipped away now, not wanting to make his presence known; choosing to instead isolate himself in the basement for a while to get his head in order before facing you. Vincent felt inadequate for not being able to provide you with something so basic, a conventional connection that everyone had in a relationship. And with his face nearly always masked, he was certain he made things even more difficult for you by hindering your ability to properly read his expressions on top of the fact.

Of course he had notebooks and pens and scrap paper littered around the house to be able to express himself when you would talk, but doing so while he was busy and his hands were covered in wax (which was quite often) was next to impossible. And he was always terrified at the possibility of finding himself in a situation where he'd need to call out to you in order to warn you about something where only loudly spoken words would be able to cross the distance between you both fast enough to be able to protect you. Vincent would love nothing more than to dismiss such a situation as dramatic; he’d gladly label the thought as intrusive, something entirely fueled by anxiety, and therefore irrational, but it was possible. You lived in Ambrose after all, and there was always a risk of danger despite however small. Even when he did everything he possibly could in order to keep you safe and away from 'tourists' once the killing started, you had such a propensity to find trouble even when you weren't looking for it.

You had worked hard at trying to pick up sign language in order to better communicate with him too, but even you could tell a communication barrier continued to remain between you this way. Vincent blamed himself for being a poor teacher; your progress would advance much faster and much easier if he didn't have to take an excessive amount of time writing detailed explanations upon explanations and replies until his wrists positively ached. As it was, he already overused his hands to commit to his artwork, and didn't always have disposable time to keep up with lessons. Often times, Vincent would become exasperated, choosing not to 'say' anything at all if he didn't deem the thought important enough to go through the trouble of writing or signing, and he felt like much of his personality was repressed as a result. Not that he blamed you in any way of course, but he couldn't help becoming easily frustrated with himself for not being able to playfully tease you like Bo or exchange jokes like Lester within seconds. By the time he'd finish expressing these things in the only time consuming ways he knew how, the atmosphere would feel stalled and lamentable to him more than anything else.

But most of all, Vincent's entire being ached more than anything when he couldn't freely speak out the words that swelled in his heart as he made love to you. The words that belonged entirely to you, but became trapped inside of him; his damaged vocal cords only allowing for guttural groans to escape at best. You knew he loved you, of course you did. But Vincent would reach a frustrating point of desperation at being unable to express the detailed extent of the romanticism he held for you while inside of you. It felt so unbearably painful for him to be able to hear your heartfelt devotions of love without being able to return them to you in his own voice. Sex with Vincent almost always ended with your legs over his shoulders as he fervently fucked you into a mating press for this reason; needing to be as deep inside of you as he possibly could to somehow physically imprint everything he felt and couldn't communicate otherwise in the moment.

Aftercare normally came in the form of holding each other desperately close, Vincent still completely bottomed out within you as you kept your trembling legs securely around him. You'd join your foreheads together and relish in your shared labored breathing, sweaty skin, and pounding hearts. You'd begin to kiss him again after a while; softly pressing your lips under his jaw, just below his mask and whispering tender words that caused his heart to feel weak in order to lull him into giving into sleep sooner than he normally did. Vincent always waited for you to fall asleep first. Not quite taking off his mask until your breathing had mellowed out; when he was sure he could press his face into your neck and hair without waking you. He’d breathe you in, thanking anything and everything that would listen for your presence in his life. He kept you wrapped securely in his arms; unable to fall asleep before taking the opportunity to carefully appreciate your beautiful features all over again. You were undeniably his muse; inspiring countless of his pieces that never turned out as bewitching as you were in life; as you were in his arms. On the nights he had felt particularly disappointed and emotionally defeated with his disability, Vincent liked to carefully slip out of bed and write. He’d write all of the words he wasn’t able to say to you during your shared intimacy, but had undeniably thought, undeniably felt. On those mornings you'd find a wholehearted love letter with your name beside you. Vincent had a habit of rising early to mask himself before you could wake, often getting a head start on the things he had to do for Bo. He desperately longed to be able to stay with you, to gently kiss you awake with his lips against your skin because you weren't a morning person- and truthfully, he wasn't either, but he still couldn't bear the thought of you seeing his disfigured countenance.

He had broken down in silent tears after the very first time you allowed him to make love to you, shaking and holding you impossibly tight with his head buried in your neck; too overwhelmed by shock and elation at having his love for you returned, too overstimulated at feeling you take him in such a deeply intimate way, but most of all, terrified that you’d come to regret your choice. That you’d come to regret him once you’d realize you’d always be giving him more than he could ever return. He was incomplete. He’d never be able to use his own voice to tell you those three important words you deserved to hear. And he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to brave facing you without the mask; even now so far into your relationship, he felt as though he was deceiving you despite your words of loving assurance and patience for his deep-rooted insecurity. But how could he? How could he unmask himself in your presence when you’d already seen Bo, his twin. Bo had his face- the way his face was supposed to be. Seeing him now would only solidify how godforsaken his appearance really was in comparison to how it should have been.

You deserved a better man than him. You deserved someone complete like his brothers Bo and Lester. A man who could remain seen at your side without having to put you through unavoidable stares and hushed hurtful comments directed at him that came with a common inability to look beyond the superficial. You had looked beyond. But you deserved to hear exactly how much you meant to the man that adored you in his very own voice. Even if that voice had a familiar southern drawl and belonged to Bo. And you deserved to be able to see the face of the man you loved without a mask to hide the heartfelt expressions and smiles meant for you- that were rightfully yours. Even if they were given to you by someone like Lester instead.

"Vincent?"

You had come down to check on him when he hadn’t shown to sit with you and Bo. It wasn’t uncommon for Vincent to spend almost all of his time in the basement, but you had a habit of checking in on him and trying to distract him for his own good anyway. However, upon descending the stairs, you had found him sitting on the floor and against a wall with his head in his hands and his posture defeated. Your voice had startled him, he hadn't heard you come into the room which was unusual for him, but when his widened eye met yours you could see the tears. He was crying.

"Vincent??", you repeated with rising concern. Why was he crying??

Vincent only stared at you with a dejected look in his weary blue eye, tears continuing to drip down into his mask as he let his head fall back against the wall. He didn’t want you to see him like this. He remained slumped back and still, now seeing you kneel before him to rush your hands over his form; urgently looking for a wound you could see, still unaware it was really in his heart. It wasn't until Vincent's hand reached out to grab one of your own in order to refocus your attention that he signed, ‘no good’.

"No good? What's not good? What happened?”, you began to question him in a panic, but Vincent merely shook his head to stop your rambling and signed, 'I'm no good' in order to clarify. ‘You should be with someone like Bo, someone like Lester'.

Admittedly, your imagination had ran wild in order to come up with an explanation for Vincent’s current state, but now you were certain you must have misunderstood the movement of his hands. Vincent must have seen your conflicted expression as you were hopelessly trying to process his words because he repeated the movements, slower this time. The words were the same; you hadn’t misunderstood him.

“Is it my fault?”, you asked him honestly. Your voice was already trembling and Vincent’s image was becoming a blurry mess in front of you as you realized you had started to cry, “Have I been spending too much time with Bo and Lester? I didn’t mean to hurt you, Vincent, I love you”

Vincent became rigid at your words as you continued to helplessly wipe the tears from your eyes and snivel. Why would you think this was your fault. Couldn’t you see that Bo or Lester would be a better choice? That they’d give you the things he couldn’t? How could he make you understand.

Vincent hurriedly lifted himself from the floor to grab some paper and something to write with before he gently handed you one of his clean sweaters to help dry your face while he began his response.

When he had finally handed you the paper it read:

'(Y/n), I won’t ever be able to say I love you with my voice and I may not ever be able to face you without this mask. Someone like Bo or Lester can give you those things. You don’t have to settle for me.'

You were silent as you read what he had written; gripping the page tightly as your tears began to drip over his heartbreaking words, smudging his penmanship that you loved.

Vinny, do you love me?”, you asked while painfully holding back sobs.

Vincent didn’t hesitate for even a second before signing, ‘more than anything’.

“Then you listen to me, and you listen to me good, Vincent Sinclair-”, you were trying to remain strong in your tone despite how much it physically hurt seeing the man you loved this way, despite how much you wanted to wail in his arms, “I did not ‘settle’ for you. And you are not incomplete in any way. I love you. And that means all of you despite whatever you may think about yourself.”

Vincent began shaking, reaching his hands out to stop you from continuing, to understand where he was coming from, but you pulled away making him freeze. You had never pulled away from him before.

“Let me finish", you insisted despite the unyielding tears falling down from your eyes, "You may not be able to use your voice to speak like everyone else, but your love for me has always been louder than anything. It has always found a way to me in beautiful forms through you no matter what, and that’s something Bo, Lester, or anyone else couldn’t ever be able to give me. I don’t need to hear what's already right in front of me, Vincent. Your love has always been singular in it’s ability to surpass verbal limitations- no one else could give me your love, and I don’t want anyone but you”

Vincent had remained in his seated position before you, trembling at your genuine words as his one blue eye continued to meet yours in revelation. You wouldn't dare let him look away from you for even a second as you leaned forward gently, cupping his lovely face in your hands before continuing.

"Mask or no mask, I'll always love you, and no one else. No matter what form you take now and in the future; as long as you're still my Vincent, that's everything I want and need"

Neither of you could seem to stop your tears now, and you desperately wrapped your arms around Vincent, burying your face into his chest and breathing in his comforting scent to calm down. He was warm, and the sound of his now throbbing heart seemed to be confirmation enough your words had finally gotten through to him.

Vincent had been stock-still for a length of time; still processing your words that had left him spellbound even as you leaned into him with a fierce need, before wrapping one of his strong arms around you at last. You heard him release a shaky breath from your position against his heart as he lifted his other hand and placed something on the floor beside you both. Looking down, you saw it was his mask.

You couldn't help squeezing him tighter at the sight, pressing your face further into him to keep your eyes covered in order to ask, “Are you sure? You know I'll wait for you. As long as you need."

Vincent responded with a short deep groan that reverberated around your interlocked forms; he was telling you he was sure.

It wasn’t until Vincent moved his arms from around you to gently grip your shoulders and pull you back in order to face him that you opened your eyes. Despite this, his head was lowered and he averted his gaze from you, still covering the half of his face he was insecure about with his pretty dark hair. That was fine, you'd meet him where he was. Ever so gently you reached out your hand to cup under the side of his face. Vincent tensed involuntarily, but made no motion to stop you, still being sure of his decision despite how difficult it still felt. He wanted to avoid your eyes, fearing he'd see even a flash of fear or disgust in your expression, but as you tenderly turned his jaw towards you and adjusted his hair behind his ear, all he saw was your unchanging love.

Vincent had red scar tissue that bloomed on most of the right side of his face from where he had been joined to Bo. There were areas that ran deeper into his skin than others; you could see a bit of white where what was left of his right eye remained, and noticed the edges of his nose and lips had been curved along with the angry scarring, a few indications of his teeth there as well. Your opinion hadn’t changed. Vincent was bewitchingly beautiful.

"I keep looking at you, but I can't find any part of you that's unloveable, and deserves to be hidden", you admit with a small smile.

Vincent was at a loss for words in every sense of the expression. You loved him that much? So much so that his disfigured face didn't affect you in the slightest? That your love for him had not wavered for even a second? That you truly saw him as complete? It wasn't until you had started to gently kiss his features, equally going between unscarred and scarred, that he was able to let out the shuttering breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. You had kissed every inch of his face, leaving his lips for last as you were finally able to meet them with your own. Vincent released part of a vulnerable groan at the feeling he’d thought about for so long; recovering quickly to press into you just as ardently.

'I love you', he signed, breaking away with tears still in his eyes.

'I love you too', you signed back just as loudly.

It was you who woke up first that morning; unable to resist the smile that crossed your face at finally being able to experience the start of a new day with Vincent still beside you in bed. He looked positively ethereal with his long hair spread across your shared pillows, and his bare skin peeking out of your messy sheets in places. His mask, along with your clothes, had gladly remained somewhere haphazardly discarded on the floor. You took the opportunity to intertwine your fingers in one of Vincent’s hands as you softly moved on top of him; leaning down to breathlessly kiss his neck and jaw where you had unintentionally left him marked during last night’s fervor. It wasn’t until you finally felt his fingers begin to tighten around your own, a sure sign that he was awake now, that you looked up to see his heartfelt expression. Vincent had never before awoken so blissfully.

Lester Sinclair

((gosh, I want to be besties with this man so bad 😤))

- food run dates!!

- he gets super touched when you remember his favorite foods and pick out things while thinking of his tastes

- especially when you can only get 1 of whatever it is you're choosing and you go with what will make him happiest instead of his brothers

- sometimes Bo 'gets after you' for always being so biased with Lester, and he can't help feeling extremely special and elated when it happens

- he often gets distracted staring at you in the middle of the store while he's supposed to be picking something out or coming back to put an item in the cart

- you could be comparing two different cereal boxes and he's a few feet away completely lovestruck by you thinking about how domestic the whole thing is and how much he loves you

- don't be surprised when he suddenly hugs you from behind when he comes back

- there's a 50% chance he forgot about the item he was supposed to get in his stupor though, so you'll have to send him back again or just go together 🙄💓

- he WILL try to sneak dozens of overly sugary snacks/treats in the cart so you have to watch him

- he just has a huge sweet tooth and no one bothered to draw limits in that department when he was growing up

- you know when you ask a dog what they have in their mouth and they just give you that stare before eating faster?

- yeah that's Lester constantly at the house

- he knows you're just looking out for his health and teeth but he's 'gotta be his own man' on some things 😑

- he 100% has a stockpile of sugary junk somewhere you haven't found yet

- it's going to take a while for Bo to completely trust you the way Lester does almost immediately

- he's always on edge thinking you'll run away during one of the food runs when he and Vincent aren't there to back him up

- he won't admit it, but he's also high-strung thinking you'll break his little brother's heart

- so Lester keeps quiet about the fact that he sometimes takes you on 'dates' in town before the shopping gets done 😅

- nothing fancy, maybe it's just a walk through the town or visiting a couple of the small local attractions, but it's quality time you both adore

- he worries about you feeling all cooped up in Ambrose with no one else around

- and it feels nice to feel like a 'normal' couple in public once in a while

- don't worry, Bo comes around to you eventually

- Lester's a hand holder

- it doesn't matter if you're in public, private, the truck, the middle of nowhere, in front of his brothers, or sitting right next to him- he is holding your hand

- and if he can do whatever task he's doing with 1 hand to keep holding yours, you better believe he's going to do it

- even if it looks absolutely ridiculous

- on that same note though, Lester sometimes gets self conscious when you're in public and will tend to give you space

- it usually happens because another man tries to chat you up; not believing you're in a relationship with Lester, or just not taking him seriously

- you can immediately notice the change in his mood because he'll quiet down, refrain from holding your hand, and give half hearted smiles instead of his toothy ones

- just take his hand in yours and dote on him for everyone around to see that you're more than happy to be his and he's instantly bright and confident again

- his jokes are either very bad (like 'dad jokes' and puns) that have you groaning, or extremely funny and have you in stitches; there's no in between

- somehow got in the habit of playfully chasing you around with roadkill on a stick while cackling his head off as you shriek and run

- he won't actually touch you with it, don't worry

- he just loves hearing you laugh and scream as you try to evade him

- and he's unexpectedly fast, so be prepared to run straight into his arms when you round a corner and least expect it

- he's playfully wrestling you to the ground in seconds, and blowing raspberries against your neck and stomach till you can barely breathe anymore from how hard he has you laughing

- he gives you petnames like 'opossum' affectionately 😭

- if you're going to be in a relationship with Lester, you need to be able to have some spontaneous fun!

- Bo is going to be constantly chastising you both for being dumb having fun though 😗

- Jonesy is your shared precious baby girl, and Lester adores seeing you bond with her

- he can't think of many things that make him happier than it being just 'the three of you'

- bath days for Jonesy end up with everyone wet, and possibly even more dirty by the end of it

- you'll be scrubbing her fur while Lester rinses her off with a hose and suddenly she's impishly escaping out of your hands and darting away

- you both end up tripping over each other while trying to catch her, and wind up covered in mud on the ground with nothing else to do but laugh

- you swear Jonesy knows exactly what she's doing because she'll run back and bark and jump around her now filthy parents as if saying, 'look who needs a bath now!'

- you and Lester will be taking lots of showers together

- don't be surprised when you accidentally pick up bits and pieces of his prominent southern accent from hearing how thick it is all the time

- accidentally say something like 'y'all' or 'ain't' when you normally don't, and you're done for

- Lester is IMMEDIATELY gushing over how cute you sounded and he'll want to hear it again and again

- Lester is actually the best cook of the family!

- with two older brothers having a very time consuming...hobby, he ended up getting the most practice

- Vincent taught him a lot of the basics, but they had quite a few cajun cookbooks lying around the house growing up

- it's also why he gladly does the food runs! He knows exactly what he needs to get in order to make everyone's favorite dishes

- when he's not home to cook a proper meal Bo and Vincent eat like city raccoons and it drives him nuts

- he's walked in on them eating cold Chef Boyardee straight out of the can and drinking directly from the milk gallon jug after throwing cereal in their mouth on more than one occasion 😟

- he tries his best to meal prep for them when he can, but he wouldn't be surprised if they don't even bother to warm the food up before eating it 😮‍💨

- Lester goes to Vincent a lot for romantic inspiration when preparing for special occasions and surprises

- it's not that he's unable to be romantic on his own for you, he's just a nervous wreck about these things and wants everything to go perfectly

- he's not the type of man to particularly treat himself with things, he's very selfless despite being the youngest Sinclair

- is one of your love languages gift giving?? you're going to have a very stirrred Lester on your hands

- he's seriously so enamored by the fact you even thought of him to begin with

- doesn't matter if you're just giving him a big leaf or an interesting rock you found on your walk with Jonesy, he loves it, (y/n)

- Lester's biggest love language in terms of giving is physical touch

- he feels like he's not academic enough with his vocabulary and it makes him a little self conscious, so he prefers showing over saying

- it's also his way of stimming/grounding himself

- he'll frequently rub his thumb back and forth against your skin in a soothing motion

- his favorite love language to receive is quality time

- he's the youngest, so giving him attention and really listening when he talks to you makes him feel so so special and happy

- the biggest blusher out of the boys

- his entire face, ears, and neck get red when you tell him how cute he is

- it doesn't matter how many times you tell him, it's going to make him weak in the knees every time

- he's going to come home to you with a surprise puppy in a cardboard box he's carrying in his arms at some point

- it's emotionally equivalent to a marriage proposal for him

- Jonesy needed a little sibling anyway :)

- has definitely gotten into a knife fight for you at least once

- not afraid to take it out and show a man he's prepared to gut them if they disrespect you

- you kind of learned your lesson that bar dates weren't ideal when it came to your Lester and the gross men that often frequent bars 💀

- he's just very protective of you and wants you to be treated with respect at all times

- if you don't want a steep bill for damaging the place up, and possibly a couple criminal charges on Lester...try not to go to bars too much

Bo Sinclair

((he's just my type fr: damaged 🥲))

- his body runs hot, so be prepared for how warm and clammy you'll feel when you're cuddling him on overly humid days

- you won't be able to keep him close enough on the rare days of the year that it gets really cold; he feels perfect and you never want to let go

- even if you're absolutely no help to him as a mechanic assistant, he likes having you around the garage

- after all, you have very important jobs like keeping him hydrated, being at his disposal for when he wants to give you grease-covered kisses, and managing the music!

- if you like heavy metal and rock like he does, he's kind of,, 😳 thrilled

- some of the songs get him so pumped-up that he's pressing you thoroughly against him and making out with you like a man starved before you even realize

- poor Vincent has awkwardly walked in to see that on more than one occasion

- he's enthralled with you when tourists wander into Ambrose and you 'innocently' feed them some random and detailed persona that ends up completely riling him up

- you usually go with something very sappy to embarrass him and get away with being able to rope him into a disgusting amount of PDA

- or something extremely irritating to keep him from being able to touch you in a romantic way until the whole facade can drop and go straight to hell

- like the time you went on and on and on to some dumbass couples about how he had been your childhood first love, but then you had to move away, never to see him again, and it wasn't until you fatefully reconnected years later when he gave you one of his kidneys for a transplant you desperately needed that he became your 'Bo bear'

- how the hell did you even come up with this stuff

- he's still going to get you back for that embarrassing ass nickname, (y/n), he hasn't forgotten

- and don't you dare say it in front of his brothers

- he has a reputation, after all 🙄

- and the time you had introduced Lester as your HUSBAND to one of the next groups that came along

- poor Lester had gone a sickly pale; stiff as a board when you held onto his arm to make it more believable

- he didn't dare make eye contact with Bo who was gritting his teeth so hard into a forced smile that he was sure they'd shatter

- Bo had ended up killing nearly everyone in that group himself, and in record time too

- after all, he obviously needed to get to the house to remind you of who you really belonged to

- you're smart, you knew what you were doing to him

- he'll literally never admit to it, but he finds the entire 'game' very thrilling; it makes for some very interesting foreplay 🥴

- poor Lester didn't come up to the house for a few days after that

- Bo is VERY ticklish

- a fact you were bestowed upon by his glorious twin

- at first he doesn't realize Vincent told you, and he tries his hardest to keep a straight face when you 'innocently' keep flittering your fingers around his neck and ribs

- are you ticklish?? Bo is going to have you pinned on the ground in an instant for his revenge after it clicks

- Vincent and Lester have told you things like that to have over Bo on more than one occasion

- he acts annoyed by it, but seeing you laugh and smile always makes him soft without fail

- he knows he can say some harsh things he doesn't entirely mean when he's angry, he's working on it

- but stabbing him in the chest would still feel a hundred times better than seeing he made you cry

- a single sniffle and your watery eyes and it's game over for him

- he'll instantly snap out of his mood, and apologetically fawn over you until you forgive him and feel better

- don't be too harsh on him, he's upset at himself more than anything

- if you don't like the taste of alcohol, he'll definitely talk you into 'just taking a sip' of his drinks to laugh at your faces of displeasure

- he thinks they're cute

- get him back by putting a vegetable in his mouth and he's making the same 'cute' expressions 😌

- be prepared to play pool with him!

- It doesn't really matter if you're bad at it, in fact, he almost prefers it if you are

- he likes your company and the excuse to 'give you pointers' while he's flush against you

- it's hard for him to forgo the long sleeves even on the hottest days; he hates being reminded of his scarred wrists

- he feels like crying every time you're holding hands and you gently lift his arm in order to press your lips against the angry red marks as if it were the most normal thing ever

- although it doesn't hurt the way it used to, the skin of his marred wrists and ankles can become quite tender and irritated

- usually because of the heat and his clothes/shoes rubbing against them

- it's one of the reasons he becomes easily agitated without warning

- he hates knowing he'll always have a permanent trace of his inhuman parents despite them being long gone

- you'll have to be very patient, but eventually he'll let you tend to his wrists and ankles when they become inflamed

- it's an extremely vulnerable situation for him, but having you treat him so delicately and do things like put lotion on the areas before bed or take the time to place a cool compress against him when the heat makes his skin swell is very intimate and heartfelt to him

- if you have scars of your own due to past abuse or self harm, he understands, but his heart will ache every time he sees them

- he kisses them often, and frequently finds himself running his fingers over them in a soothing manner

- he loves every part of you, even if you may not like those parts yourself

- he always wants you to feel safe and secure, so lean on him, okay (y/n)?

- Bo hates when people use his real name

- especially because you trained him to know that when you say it you're upset with him in some fashion

- his damn brothers were the ones that opened their big fat mouths about it

- you had really thought his real name was 'Bo' and he was prepared to go to his grave letting you believe it too

- now all you have to do is say, 'Beauregard' in that tone of yours and he's already cursing himself under his breath

- his brothers LOVE you

- on one hand he likes that you get along with Vincent and Lester, they're his family

- on the other hand it irritates the hell out of him when he wants your attention and you're too busy having the 'time of your life' with his brothers to notice 😒

- he doesn't care if you're just playing a card game, (y/n) 🙄

- and no, he will not be joining in on the fun when he's clearly needy & jealous upset

- he is going to sit alone and brood about it until you sit on his lap and start giving him your complete attention

- if you give him plenty of kisses and inflate his ego a little bit you may get him to come over and join the three of you afterwards though

- he has fun, he just felt left out

- Vincent and Lester really like you as a person but they mostly love seeing how easily you can wrap Bo around your little finger without even realizing it

- the teasing comments and gestures they make about it is like poking a sleeping bear when Bo's around

- you're going to have to jump on his back and try to restrain him when Lester finally goes too far with one of the comments about him 'going soft'

- everything is silent for a few seconds after he makes the remark until Bo leaps out of his chair and starts running at Lester

- Lester's laughing like a man who's lost his mind as he runs away and tries to get out of the house before Bo can catch him and show him he has definitely not 'gone soft'

- he has a little, but don't say it out loud <3

- his main love language to give is physical touch, which isn't all that surprising

- he'd rather show you how he feels than have to make a 'fool' of himself trying to get his emotions out in words

- it may not seem like it, but his favorite love language to receive is acts of service

- having you genuinely care for him unprompted even in the smallest ways was how he first realized you were the one

- taking care of him when he gets hurt/sick, making a meal for him, washing his clothes

- it's a sincere love he's never had before

- even if he doesn't always know how to say it without making himself look vulnerable, he notices all of your gestures and he appreciates them

- he'd never take them for granted

- Also, his laugh- his real laugh is a sound that makes you happier than anything

- you will always be left besotted when he gives it to you

Vincent Sinclair

((i'll forgive all his crimes if he gives me his hand in marriage 💍))

- not a morning person, but once he's up, he's up

- he doesn't like taking naps because they make him feel even more tired than he did before

- he'd rather just sleep regularly because then he can rest without having to worry about waking up/getting woken up any time soon

- if you need a nap, he'll gladly hold you close and affectionately admire your features while you sleep

- it certainly makes for great art inspiration

- he wants to permanently memorize all of the things that make you you

- if there's something you physically dislike about yourself he doesn't see it, not the way you do

- he includes every single one of your details in his artworks, even the ones you think are 'imperfections'

- why would he change what he's come to love so dearly and completely??

- he's not at all shy about the art pieces you inspire him to create whether they're innocent or sensual; they're all shades of his love for you after all

- although, he makes sure to keep the more sensual sketches and sculptures that are in your image hidden away where Bo and Lester won't stumble upon them

- those are only for his eyes and yours

- being able to experience you in such an intimate way is an honor that he doesn't take lightly; no one else is allowed to see that side of you

- he loves classical music it's canon, but he's also a huge metalhead

- where do you think Bo got his good music taste from? 🙄

- his brother would still be listening to emo pop exclusively if it weren't for him

- he's pretty open to most kinds of music, so he likes it when you spend time in the basement while he works to introduce him to your favorites

- he'll give you a nod or a shake of his head to tell you whether a song was to his taste or not

- you keep a playlist with all of your mutual favorites and it's pretty diverse to say the least

- he's very happy if you like metal too; it's nice that you can share that side of him without having to worry he's going to bother you with it

- he's very observant about the music you listen to when you're using earphones or in another room listening alone

- he enjoys plenty of angry and sad songs too, but he wants to make sure you're really listening to them out of enjoyment, and not because you're actually upset

- he's the most emotionally intelligent Sinclair so if you think you're going to be able to hide something that's bothering or hurting you, you're not

- you may seem just fine to Bo and Lester, but Vincent practically sees right through you at any given time

- he loves when you give him back hugs

- it's an act so comforting and warm, he never has enough

- it's also a very good way to love on him while he's busy with a task that'll have him sitting or standing in one place for long periods of time

- please try to get along with Bo 😓

- he knows his twin can be quick to anger sometimes, but he loves him and he loves you so he doesn't like finding himself in the middle of an argument

- he does appreciate you defending him when Bo goes a little too far and calls him 'stupid' or 'freak', but he doesn't want that to come between the two of you because he's used to it

- you're both his family now after all

- he doesn't mention it because he doesn't want to sound like a creep, but he loves your scent

- it makes him feel at peace

- his favorite places to have your scent are his sweaters and the bedsheets/pillows

- you often steal his sweaters to wear them around the house/to sleep in, and to cuddle them when you miss him

- he blushes wildly every time he sees you do it

- doesn't realize you do it because his scent brings you comfort too

- Vincent smells like home, like safety; his scent is a combination of the earth before it rains, wax, and warmth all at once

- if you have a special appreciation for things like entomology displays he thinks it's very interesting and it's definitely a topic he'd like to know more about from you

- if he's able to, he'll try his hand at making something for you regarding it (in the entomology case, he'd probably find a nice moth to display for you, or he'd make little wax sculptures of the insects you find most visually appealing)

- his face burns when you give his hair attention; especially if you tell him how much you like it and how beautiful it is

- Bo often complains about him needing to cut it, so he feels attractive when you appreciate it

- Vincent will patiently sit as long as you want while you brush it

- brushing out his morning bedhead helps him wake up in a good mood, it's soothing

- he's a huge fan of taking baths together, they don't necessarily have to lead to anything

- he loves candlelit baths at night with you

- and if you offer to wash his hair he's over the moon

- it's something both so personal and domestic to him, it never fails to warm his heart

- if you want to braid his hair or try different styles like putting it up in a half bun he'll allow it

- Bo and Lester poke fun at how 'pretty' he looks when you get through with him, but he doesn't care 😑

- eventually he'll start coming to you and shyly requesting if you can braid it away from his face or put it up while he does a certain task or works with wax

- otherwise you'll need to tear him away from his work and force him to sit while you wash it and brush out the dried wax before it gets any worse (which is usually a routine that happens before going to bed for the night)

- Vincent is also the most romantic Sinclair

- he was a hopeless romantic for a very long time before you came into his life

- he's extremely embarrassed about it, but he read plenty of classic romance novels (Jane Austen's works being his favorites)

- he also likes poetry and will write some of his own now and then

- it doesn't matter how busy Bo has him or how fixated he is on a new piece, he always leaves you an endearing note somewhere (sometimes several) for you to find

- they'll usually range between sweet reminders (like taking your medication if you have any), heartfelt admirations (like the way he loves the sound of your laugh), and words of appreciation (thanking you for the special ways you care for him no matter how small)

- it's especially sweet when he sketches you small things on the notes to make you smile (usually Jonesy or flowers or other things he knows you like)

- if you're bilingual or multilingual he's fascinated and definitely wants to learn what a few words mean

- loves to hear you speak it even though he doesn't understand

- if you start calling him an endearment in your other language(s), he melts because it's something just for him from you, and no one else is going to know what it means

- taking his mask off around you is his ultimate sign of trust

- but it doesn't mean he'll stop wearing it

- don't think he's stopped trusting you when he keeps it on; he has his bad days, and unfortunately he's never going to come to terms with his appearance even when he believes you still love him despite it

- his preferred love language to give is quality time

- communicating isn't as easy for him as it is for you, and he's not always sure of how to go about initiating touches that are out of love instead of brutality

- sometimes your quality time just means you're both enjoying each other's presence in a comfortable silence

- having you in the same room as him calms him to an extent because if you're with him then you're not somewhere else that could be unsafe for you

- even if you're not really artistically talented he loves it when you sit across from him to sketch so you can partake in something he loves together

- he ends up gifting you your very own sketchbook to encourage/appreciate the act

- and even if you think you're only going to ruin it with your touch, Vincent loves to work on collaborative pieces together

- he takes most of the lead obviously, but seeing both of your distinct traces in the finished product warms his heart

- those end up being his favorite works of all

- he's grateful that you want to be near him even with his disability

- he'll teach you sign language little by little, but as time passes reading his expression by the way he looks at you gets easier

- his favorite love language to receive is an even tie between physical touch and words of affirmation

- physical touch because he's very touch starved, and he's been made to think his visage is one that only a mother could love

- having you hug him, kiss him, cuddle him, even massage his back, makes him feel desirable to you (of course he is!)

- something he never thought anyone would feel for him

- he can't stop his eye from watering when you kiss the right side of his face with tenderness

- words of affirmation because throughout his entire life only cruel comments about his appearance were ever made to him outside of his family

- and even then, Bo could sometimes let his anger get the best of him, so he started believing it was all true pretty early on

- 'my love', 'handsome', 'darling', and 'dearest' are his favorite terms of endearment you use for him

The sun is setting in Fuller Texas, and ironically, your heart begins to feel brighter now than it had the entire blistering day. There’s a slightly noticeable spring in your step that you idly try to quell as you step outside the Hewitt home to bring in the clean sheets you’d hung on the washing line earlier.

You take a moment to admire the yellow-golds that dance across the dry plain, teasing your vision until they inevitably both darken and start to fade. Days at the Hewitt household could be rough- ever a demanding list of tasks needing to be done as soon as the first rays of sunrise touched down on the earth.

Hoyt is difficult on everyone about 'pulling their weight' around the house, but he's especially exacting when it comes to Thomas. For the most part, you tend to stay out of Hoyt’s way to avoid worrying Thomas about your well-being any further; often keeping your head down when completing chores and keeping your mouth shut when he remarks something callous so as not to ‘provoke him’. On the days you manage to finish your chores early- and Hoyt doesn't have a particularly large stick up his ass, you slip away unnoticed to be with your Tommy.

He doesn’t really like having you come down to him when he’s in the basement- there are plenty of ways you could hurt yourself, and he’s afraid your good-natured impression of him will change if you see him in such a brutal setting, but there are few things he can deny you (especially when you come on to him so sweetly). It's mostly within the privacy of your shared bedroom, long after the sun has set, that you're finally able to put the entire day behind you and spend some quality time with the man you love.

Your nights with Thomas are usually quiet, save for a chorus of crickets outside and the noises that normally come with an old house; all other sounds are normally entirely accounted to the words of affirmation you devote to Thomas and the kisses shared between one another. On some nights, your quality time doesn’t evolve much farther than cuddling each other until you both fall asleep in a matter of minutes- too tired from the day's responsibilities for much else, but more than happy to be in each other’s arms.

Solid calloused hands rouse you from your thoughts as they comfortingly settle at your hips, causing you to smile.

"All finished, handsome?", you knowingly remark.

You can feel Thomas' grip tighten just a fraction as he leans in to nod against your neck, essentially hugging you from behind. You're both aware of your warm dampened skin clinging to each other, a tell-tale sign of a hard day's work, but neither of you feel particularly bothered by it enough to keep away from one another despite the heat.

"We still have some time before dinner...", you whisper while leaning into his chest a bit more now, "we can wash up together.."

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You undress allowing your used clothing to haphazardly meet the floor while Tommy gets the water running. There’s a comfortable silence between the both of you as he begins to pull off his apron and set it aside, but you walk over and prevent his hands from working any further.

“Let me?”, you ask kindly.

Thomas stares at you for a moment; a thoughtful, soft-hearted expression behind blue. He nods silently, and your hands gingerly run up his chest to grip his tie and begin undressing him. Thomas is more than capable of undressing himself of course, but you always relish in doting on him- especially when the act requires a special kind of trust on his part to allow himself to be vulnerable for you.

He’s tired even if he won’t admit it. You enjoy feeling his tense muscles begin to relax under your touch as you peel away the layers separating the both of you, kissing his scars as you go.

It's impossible for you not to admire his body; you're especially fond of the way the fat of his stomach and thighs are irresistibly complimented by his obvious strength. Thomas is always careful when topping you, but you make it quite clear that you more than take pleasure in feeling his size and weight overwhelm you.

You leave his mask for last as you tenderly lead him to the tub and straddle his lap once he’s settled. Thomas readjusts slightly to help you get comfortable, resting his large hands on your hips again as though second nature, while you reach up to gently undo the straps of his mask. You set it aside and sigh at his lovely features you don’t get to see very often; you can’t help but take a moment to allow your eyes to roam his face, not wanting to forget even a single detail about him.

“I love you, Thomas Brown Hewitt”, you whisper while pressing featherlight kisses to his visage, paying special attention to the places you know he hates most.

There’s a deep resonating sound that begins in his chest, and travels past his lips at that. Even when the guttural noises he makes to communicate with you never fully develop into words, they always reach your heart.

For the most part, Thomas is a quiet man; often suppressing what’s left of his voice in favor of labored breathing even in your most intimate moments. However, he’d realized rather quickly into your relationship that hearing him vocalize flustered you tremendously; always sending a thrilling sensation through your brain and spine somehow akin to excitement, elation, and pleasure all at once. So as he always does, Thomas indulges you when it has to do with your happiness and sexual gratification.

Unsurprisingly, Thomas’ primary love language is ‘acts of service’. It’s a devotional love; one that people often take for granted because of its consistency and altruistic nature. You could never take it for granted- you’re constantly aware and moved by Thomas' love for you even when his methods can be unconventional; grateful for any capacity of affection he has to offer despite his deep-rooted psychological scars.

And while his intentions are pure, Thomas unfortunately has a warped perception when it comes to justifying his selflessness- he sees himself as unworthy of all things good and caring. It's the reason why he normally resists being on the receiving end of such sentiments and actions; a trait you always find yourself fighting against with even more words of affirmation and displays of affection in hopes he'll one day finally understand how much he means to you.

The lukewarm water agitates in a comfortable way around your bodies as Thomas moves to press himself closer against you, returning your adoration with devout kisses of his own. You moan when he sucks at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, causing you to shamelessly keen into him. His breathing hitches when your hips unintentionally roll against his groin, and he gives you an apologetic look when he begins to harden.

“You don’t have to feel bad, sweetheart, I’m yours”, you reassure him kindly, “I don’t think we have much time before the family starts calling us down for dinner, but…”

You lift yourself off of Tommy’s lap slightly in order to reach down and wrap a hand around his now twitching cock and align him with your entrance.

“-I need you just as badly", you whisper, playfully nipping the shell of his ear, “relax, and let me wash you first?"

Thomas is fully hard now, and you can see he’s struggling to keep his heart rate calm as he intensely keeps contact with your eyes; shakily nodding despite already wanting to give in to his increasingly consuming need for you.

You take it slow, returning to kiss his features softly as you begin to lower, teasing just his tip at first. And while you often enjoy flustering your sweet Tommy, you mostly take it slow for your own sake in this case.

Thomas is a very big man; both in height and heft, so it comes as no surprise that he’s also very well-endowed. It had taken quite a lot of reassurance on your part to convince him this wasn’t a bad thing when you’d first reached the point in your relationship; that you very much enjoyed feeling so full with him even when there had initially been a bit of pain adjusting to him.

Thomas grunts deeply, unconsciously squeezing his hands down and around your smaller form in order to steady himself; an action that has you gasping as you're pushed further on his cock.

He lets his head drop against your shoulder and neck when he finally feels you languidly bottom out around him. He's balls deep in you, and you fell so tight and hot that for a moment he almost loses his composure and begins desperately humping up into you.

You can tell Tommy is trying his very best to remain patient for you, but you can’t resist teasingly rolling your hips to get another shaky moan out of him; feigning innocence as you teasingly reach behind him to grab a bar of soap and a wash cloth.

His face is heated, and you’re sure yours is too, but you very much like seeing him that way. It’s when you start to lather soap over his skin and gently begin scrubbing that he begins to stir; wanting to care for you instead before he’d deal with himself on his own, but you insist, kissing his strong jaw.

“You’re always so selfless, Tommy”, you murmur against his neck.

You meet his eyes now with a fond expression, “I want to take care of you too, it’s important to me- you’re important to me”

You can see it in his eyes, the burden he bears from having to be a constant source of strength for everyone around him. It hurts you to see him be so hard on himself all the time, to see him genuinely think he doesn't deserve the same care he constantly provides. You don't want him to feel that way with you, you always want to be the one he can come to for love and comfort.

“Even if it’s just with me, in private moments like this, it’s okay. You deserve to be loved and cared for, Thomas- I'd never see you as less of a man because of your emotional needs and wants"

At first, he’s not sure if it’s the water making your bodies so slick and soft against one another, your heart beating so securely against his, or the words you’re giving him now that he's always wanted to hear, that finally push him over the edge. He decides it must be everything all at once as tears he no longer thought himself capable of producing appear in his weary blue eyes and his posture inevitably weakens.

You're hugging his head against your shoulder in an instant, running your fingers through his unkempt hair as he lets you comfort him. You know this won't entirely fix things- you'll have to help him again when the emotional pressure inevitably builds inside him once more, and becomes too great. Thomas will continue to be strong and selfless to a fault, but you will continue to love him to a fault as well.

Eventually, he settles as you continue to wash his skin, relishing in the way your hands and chest press against him in the process. It's impossible for him to ignore your walls shifting and squeezing around him as you move to reach across his much bigger body, but he tries to focus more on the tenderness of the act in order to last for you.

After you're satisfied with scrubbing away all traces of the day’s blood, sweat, and grime from his skin, you move to his hair; gently massaging soap into his scalp and working your fingers through any knots that formed during the day. Thomas gives you a relaxed groan at this, he adores the feeling of your gentle hands in any setting, but especially running through his scalp.

Looking after his hair is an affectionate act that just comes naturally to you; often idly moving your fingers through it at night with his head on your chest before you sleep, and in between good morning kisses when he wakes up with a bit of bedhead.

Before you came along, Thomas had never payed any special attention to himself for a good reason. In his eyes he was just some defective, disgusting, freak and everyone in town had certainly made sure he was aware of it. So when you first entered his life, he had withdrawn from you; too afraid of you turning out to be just like the rest, and unwilling to blame you for it if you did. It took a very long time for Thomas to get used to your touch, to trust you really meant what you said you felt for him despite what he had heartlessly been made to think of his appearace.

"Okay, handsome, all ready to rinse", you say giving him a peck on his lips.

It's your turn to scrub your skin and scalp, but you do so with less consideration than you had with Thomas, certain you were both pressed for time now. He has half a mind to insist on washing you too, but his cock is aching at this point and there's a powerful urgency in him to cum in you at least once before you have to separate.

You move to lift yourself off of him and get the shower head running, but Thomas’ hands unintentionally fly down on your hips to instinctively keep you seated on him causing you both to groan. He's letting go a second later, red-faced to have reacted so frenzied with you; gently pulling out now while pressing grateful kisses to your neck.

Your head feels light in a very good way as you now stand under the water with Thomas, wanting nothing more than to get the soap off as quickly as possible to give into your burning need for each other. As soon as this is achieved, you're being ardently kissed on the lips again; an action that has you automatically opening your mouth for him and wrapping your legs over his thickset thighs. He has no trouble lifting you up against the shower wall, and there's certainly no risk of slipping in the heat of the moment with how strong he is.

Thomas normally prefers slow, sensual love making, but you've riled him up quite a bit tonight, and there isn’t much time at the moment either. Regardless, he needs to release the rest of his pent up energy, and you're more than willing to help him with that. But even with how desperate he is to be inside you once more, Thomas searches your eyes for consent before going any further, just as he always does.

"I'm yours", you affirm in between heated pants, "I'm yours, and I want you too-”

It's all the confirmation he needs before he has your back arching, marking your neck with the only claim to be had over you while aligning himself with your entrance once more. You almost laugh when you think about how Tommy always reacts to seeing your neck after a rougher night; worry and guilt being his only emotions as he examines your bruised skin with featherlight fingers thinking he hurt you. You constantly reassure him that isn’t the case, but you definitely don’t complain when it has him kissing and coddling you even more for the next few days.

You’re broken out of your thoughts with a gasp when you suddenly feel Thomas sink into you with one vehement stroke; attentively letting you adjust to the sudden stretch while he worships your body under intense hands and lips- eternally thankful for your presence in his life, your choice in him, and your consent to let him cherish you so physically and so intimately despite his blood-stained hands and the repulsive image he has of himself.

You're shamelessly mewling for him to move now, a sound that arouses Thomas even more if possible. You’re unable to stop yourself from fluttering in his hold with the way he overwhelms you with his size alone. Thomas has always had an ability to drive you crazy with just how full he makes you feel. You're not ashamed of showing him how much his heaviness, both inside and around you, stimulates you either. He has a habit of treating you like you'll break; Luda May raised a gentleman after all, and the last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you- but you always tell him how much you adore feeling his imposing figure completely engulf you and that certainly makes him feel better about it.

“Tommy, please”, you beg beautifully.

Oh, he could never deny you.

He’s snapping his hips up as far as they’ll go in your current position; steady meaningful thrusts that have you squeezing around him and tears forming at the corners of your eyes with how good he’s making you feel now that he’s giving you both the relief you needed, and igniting an even stronger desire all at once. You can’t help pulling yourself into him even further by wrapping your arms around his neck, your head lolling against his every time he penetrates you.

Thomas moves a large hand to delicately have you face him once more in order to kiss you, his other still firmly against your waist to keep you steady on the wet shower wall as he continues to pound into you. You take the opportunity to run your hands down from around his neck to grope at his lovely chest and stomach, keeping up with the desperate liplock in order to distract him when you delicately run your fingers over his happy trail and cup his balls to give them a gentle squeeze.

Thomas gives you a strangled moan at that, biting down on your shoulder just enough to quiet himself, and not actually hurt you as you feel his hips stutter before beginning to fuck you even more fervently. The pleasure Thomas gives you nearly renders you dumb as you feel it electrify your nerves with every time the tip of his cock kisses as far as your walls will allow.

“Tommy! I-”

He responds with an almost animalistic growl; nodding in understanding as he lets his head fall to your chest with his eyes tightly shut, feeling his own high approach. In an instant your breath is hitching; fingernails and legs gripping Thomas impossibly close as you orgasm with a long, broken whine, and quiver around him with an intensity you never want to end. Thomas is heatedly panting against your skin at the feeling, but his cock continues to hammer into your tight, wet hole. It isn’t until he feels you spasming in his firm hold that he looks up to see your blissed out expression; half-lidded eyes with overstimulated tears at their edges, face hot, and pretty swollen lips openly panting. It’s all it takes for him to fervidly rut into you one final time; cock pressed as deeply as it will go, and your hips being pulled down onto him at the same time before he’s spurting and painting your walls white.

The water continues to run while you take a much needed moment to regulate your labored breathing. In your shared stupor, you had both weakly allowed the wet shower wall to ease you down into a half seated position; Thomas still between your legs, only this time on his knees and with his hands steadying himself above you. You give him a lethargic smile as you affectionately wrap your arms around his neck once again and motion for him to lay on you. It’s impossible for you to move him physically, but he gladly obliges you, only he remains careful about actually resting his full weight on you.

For a moment, it’s just comfortable silence; both of you taking pleasure in one another’s existence. Your hands are running through Thomas’ wet hair again and you can feel the shower’s water rhythmically thrum against his broad back, reverberating under your fingertips. His heart is still beating powerfully against you, and you take a moment to lazily press your lips against his cheek as you feel his warm seed seep out of you despite him still being fully sheathed within you.

“I love you, Tommy”

Thomas leans up to give you a heartfelt expression and a short throaty groan you know to be his way of saying, ‘I love you too’.

You were sure Hoyt would be hollering for the two of you to come down to the dinner table any second now, but with Tommy’s forehead lovingly pressed against yours, and having him so comfortingly in your arms, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

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“Dance with me, love?”

There’s a soft melody playing from the living room’s record player when he comes to tell you the rest of the family has gone to sleep for the night. You’re gazing at him so endearingly with your hand outstretched that he would have instantly agreed even if you had asked him to walk on fire. And his heart never fails to swell when he hears you address him with such sweet names he considers so uncharacteristic for his appearance.

Thomas’ steps are clear and comforting against the hardwood floor before he’s securely wrapping his thickset arms around you and tenderly pressing his forehead down against your own once more. The night is cool; allowing for an appreciated breeze to flow through a nearby open window while the two of you peacefully sway at a slow-moving pace with your eyes closed and your hearts full.

“I hope you never doubt how much you mean to me”, you whisper genuinely, “You don’t have have to hurt yourself trying to ‘deserve’ my love for you, Thomas. You’re more than worthy of it just as you are”

His blue eyes look tearful again, but he’s embracing you warmly before you can really be sure.

God, he loves you.

You can’t imagine anything on earth feeling safer, or more soothing than being in Tommy’s arms. And it’s in those same arms that Thomas carries you up the stairs to your shared bedroom once the lovely melody ends.