Confused Gemini

23 , bisexual,she/her they/them, food fanatic and lover of Karl Heisenberg and Thomas hewitt

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Master list request rules

Slashers: -giving birth

House of wax: -Incorrect quotes pt1 -above the clouds (sinclair sister) -incorrect quotes pt 2 -pt3 -pt4 -pt5 -pt6 -pt7 -pt8 -pt9 -Lazy mornings (Lester x reader) -Don't play with guns (sister sinclair) -Incorrect quotes pt3 -Special (poly!sinclairs x reader) -Ours (Poly!sinclairs x reader) -catching you singing -Breath (bo x reader) -Here for a good time (bo x reader) -brothers helping you on your period -Being their sister -first kiss -a break

The lost boys: -incorrect quotes pt1 -incorrect quotes pt2 -Paul x rockstar!reader -Incorrect quotes pt3 -poly!lost boys x reader -David x Vamp!reader -incorrect quotes pt4 -Incorrect quotes pt5 -Dwayne x reader Hellsing: -His no life queen (Alucard x reader) -Tea party for a princess (Alucard x reader) -imagine dating abridged and regular alucard (these are not in order lol) -Incorrect quotes pt1 -pt2 -pt3 -pt4

Arcane: -incorrect quotes pt1 -pt2 -pt3 -pt4 -pt5 -pt6 -Valentines w/ silco -teasing silco (18+) -getting sent a dick pic (18+) -traquil (Silco x reader) -dying in place of the kids Rdr2: these are all incorrect quotes -pt1 -pt2 -pt3 -pt4 -pt5 -pt6 -pt7 -pt8 -pt9 -pt10 -pt11 -pt12 -pt13 -pt14 -pt15 -pt16 -reacting to their deaths -getting into the gang -his angel (Micah x reader) - Dad Bod (Arthur Morgan x reader)

Texas chainsaw massacre: the beginning (thomas hewitt) -incorrect quote pt1, pt2, -being married to Thomas -Enchanted pt1, pt2 -searching for me -life with the hewitts -his

RE8 -Incorrect quote pt1 -pt2 -pt3 -pt4 -pt5 -pt6 -pt7

[anon-nee]

commission for @constantfragmentation for their Regency!Silco fanfiction !

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I'm STILL in love with this piece of perfection! Been re-reading Bend to get myself psyched up and back into writing. I still have some great chapters to tell to finish this story up.

Thank you @anon-nee and all the great artists out there that made such beautiful work for this story.

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a pair of old men taking a smoke break

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Arcena Incorrect Quotes but its just you and sevika :)

Sevika : Reader, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Reader, naked in Sevika 's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Sevika , already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither. ______ Sevika, after coming home from working out : Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Reader: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy. ______ *how they first met at the Last Drop* Sevika : Oh wow, people are really shallow. Reader: Consider it a background check. For example: Do you have a death certificate? Sevika : *Checks their pulse* Sorry, not yet. Reader: Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again. ______ Sevika : Know why I called you in here? Reader: Because I accidentally sent you a nude Sevika : *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally? ______ Reader: Bro- Sevika : No, no, hold up, rewind. Sevika : My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro?? ______ Jinx: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on. Sevika: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Reader isn’t ______ Sevika: Your existence is confusing. Reader: How so? Sevika: Your presence is incredibly annoying but the thought of anything bad happening to you upsets me. Reader: Awww

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I just read your posts about the sinclair brothers sister getting turned into a wax statue and I was curious if we could get one more chapter about once the house of wax burns down and Bo and Vincent die, their sister is waiting for them in the afterlife so they can watch over Lester and Jonsey?

A/n: I love this so much! this will be the final chapter I'll do for this Sinclair sister but I'm more than happy to do other new chapters whenever you guys want! ________

Bo and Vincent had always been careful—meticulous with every kill, calculated with every word, cautious with every move. They spoke rarely but moved as one, each thought mirrored in the other. Bo was the mouthpiece, all charm and venom. Vincent, the hands—the sculptor in shadows, crafting death into beauty.

For years, that precision served them. A perfect routine in a dying town. The wax museum, the chapel, the bait. Victims came, screamed, and were silenced—eternally preserved in wax.

But even the sharpest blades dull with time. And rot, when buried long enough, begins to smell.

Unspoken resentment clawed its way to the surface. Little things first: a snapped tool. A name said too sharply. A door left ajar. But those things festered. Grew into accusations, into shouting matches, into silence so heavy it made the air difficult to breathe.

They fought more often, and they fought harder. Sometimes it was over nothing. Sometimes it was over her.

Especially after her.

The girl whose laughter once echoed through Ambrose. The sister they lost too soon. The name they never spoke.

Lester tried to be the peacekeeper. He always did. The youngest Sinclair, the one who wasn’t born broken. He cleaned the messes, played dumb when the outsiders asked questions. Led the lambs to slaughter, yes—but never struck the final blow. That wasn’t his part. He kept his distance. He watched.

After her death, he had no choice.

His brothers changed.

Bo hardened, lashing out with fists and cruel words. Vincent went inward, retreating to his basement kingdom of wax and silence. Lester—too small to stop them—learned to keep quiet. His voice held no weight after she was gone.

And so he became the space between two crumbling towers.

The tether between two halves of something long since broken.

It was supposed to be an ordinary day.

Bo was staging another funeral for their long-dead mother, arranging lilies by a coffin filled with nothing but lies. Vincent worked below the museum, adding the final touches to a wax figure so lifelike it almost breathed. Lester was out by the roadkill pit, boots sunk into mud, Jonesy trotting beside him.

Just another day in Ambrose.

But something was wrong.

They felt it in their bones—each of them, in their own way.

Bo, not one for superstition, felt the weight of something pressing down on him like a hand against his chest. The birds were silent. The wind blew backward. He lit a cigarette and didn’t finish it. Every creak of the floorboards made him flinch.

If there was a god, Bo thought bitterly, where the hell had He been all this time?

Vincent noticed the shift in his own way. His brush strokes faltered. His fingers trembled. He heard a whisper behind him, soft and sweet and gone before he could turn. Something in the wax room smelled like honeysuckle. Her scent. Her memory. The statue in front of him—the one he’d been working on—suddenly looked too much like her.

He blamed the nerves. Her anniversary was near.

But Lester… Lester knew.

He always noticed the signs. And they were everywhere.

There was no fresh roadkill that day. The traps were empty. Even the crows had left. The forest held its breath.

Jonesy kept wandering toward the museum, whining at something unseen.

Lester didn’t question it. He believed. He always had.

She was still here. Watching. Waiting.

He just didn’t know for what.

It all fell apart quickly.

Carly and Nick had come to Ambrose. Uninvited, but not unexpected. Bo had grown reckless. Too many bodies. Too many close calls. Lester tried to warn him.

Bo didn’t listen.

He never listened.

Bo died screaming—just like he came into the world. A fight he started and couldn't finish. His skull cracked open, blood pooling on wax-covered floorboards. A moment of rage, a lifetime of consequences. The light in his eyes went out before he hit the ground.

Vincent found him there. Dropped to his knees. Hands shaking. The only person who ever understood him—gone.

He held Bo like something fragile, like a broken statue he could glue back together.

And when the scream tore from his throat, it didn’t sound human.

He ran.

Up the stairs. Through the flickering halls. Past wax faces that didn’t blink.

Carly was there, cornered, her back to a wall. A bat in her hands. Fear in her eyes.

“You don’t have to do this,” she said, voice trembling. “I saw everything. The scars. The highchairs. The stories. Your sister. I read the papers.”

Vincent stopped. Breathing hard.

“You’re not a monster,” she said. “Bo was. You’re an artist. He used you. Lied to you. Do you really think your mother—your sister—would have wanted this?”

That name.

That memory.

Her.

He roared—something primal and wordless—and lunged.

But then Nick was there. Knife raised. The walls around them burned. Wax melted into rivers of false faces.

The floor gave way beneath Vincent.

And he fell—into the fire.

Into the arms of his already-dead brother.

Together in death, just as they were in birth.

Ambrose burned. The House of Wax collapsed into ash and bone. A twisted monument reduced to smoke.

But death wasn’t the end.

They awoke in silence.

No flames. No pain.

Just warmth.

Bo stirred first, confused. Vincent sat up beside him, untouched by scars. Whole again. They looked at each other—and saw not killers, not monsters—but boys. Brothers. Young. Tired.

The sky above them stretched wide and soft, painted in gold and gentle blue. A field of wheat rolled in every direction. The breeze was warm. The air smelled like summer.

Then, they heard it.

A laugh.

Light. Familiar.

They followed it, feet sinking into grass that seemed to heal beneath each step. Time felt suspended. Space, irrelevant. They moved as one again.

In the distance stood a tree—an old oak with branches wide enough to shade the whole world.

A rope swing swayed beneath it.

And there she was.

Their sister.

Pale dress fluttering. Barefoot. Smiling.

She looked exactly as they remembered. Younger, maybe. Or maybe they were older now, and time had just collapsed in on itself.

“About time,” she said, smiling.

Vincent was the first to move. He reached out. She met his hand with her own—warm and solid. Not wax. Not memory. Real.

Her eyes flicked to Bo. He hesitated, rooted in place.

“I never blamed you,” she said, voice soft as the wind.

Bo’s eyes filled. “I failed you…”

She shook her head. “You protected me. As long as you could. You never failed.”

Tears slipped down his face. For the first time in decades, he let himself cry.

She pulled them both close. Wrapped her arms around them like she used to. And for the first time in so, so long—they were whole.

You tugged them forward, barefoot through the grass like a child again.

“I want to show you something,” you said.

You led them to a quiet pond, its waters still and clear. They knelt beside it. The surface shimmered.

In its reflection, they saw Lester.

Packing up what was left of Ambrose. His truck loaded with what little could be salvaged. Jonesy nudging at his side.

He looked tired. Haunted. But not broken.

Not yet.

“Now,” you said, tapping the water’s surface, “we get to help him.”

Vincent stared at the image. Bo rested a hand on his shoulder.

In that moment, Lester paused. Looked up at the sky—like he felt something shift. Like he wasn’t so alone anymore.

The three of you sat together, the field swaying gently around you.

And you waited.

You would wait for Lester. As long as it took.

And when he joined you, you’d all be together again.

Whole.

At peace.

Until then—you watched over him.

Together. Forever.

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I noticed and read that house of wax fic that you wrote recently about sister Sinclair being turned into a wax statue after she was found dead, and dude. I liked that concept, too! Could I get a perspective oneshot, years later from Vincent and Lester, potentially some from Bo, too, as they are now adults. And they keep on thinking about their little sister from time to time, figuring that it's better to move her back to home instead of the museum. Not only because they miss her presence, but they don't want the status to witness the murders or get caught in between. Even though they knew it was dumb, a part of the brothers still treated the statue or corpse, as if she were still there.

Thank you so much! I'm a little rusty from not writing as much as i used to so appreciate that you guys liked it! _______________

How long had it been now? how long had the silence of the once lively room haunted the home? How many times had Vincent peeked into the pristine room and stared at the empty spot on the bed, imaging that somehow his sister would look up from a book and smile at him.

Or how Lester would stand in the doorway wringing his dirty hat, not wanting to touch anything in the room and leave it dirty.

Or even How Bo would never enter the room, a constant scar in his heart from his own course of actions.

For Vincent, it was an ache in his chest. To never get to see his baby sister grow int a beautiful young woman. To not have someone who shared the same artist visions he saw, to lose the person who was nothing but an angel in his pit of suffering. He'd spend ages staring at the old sketches he'd done of you, polaroids you'd taken of the family with your camera that now sat collecting dust on your shelf along with other items.

Lester was just as bad, He never stepped foot into the bedroom. Always lingering in the doorway, so he didn't contaminate anything of hers. He longed for his baby sister, the one who would take truck rides with him, the one who made him a keychain out of old bones he brought, the one who didn't look at him with disgust for what he enjoyed. He was sacred that if he touched something, he'd leave his grubby marks on it and it'd be ruined forever so he'd only stand in the doorway with tears pricking the corner of his eyes as he mumbled words like he was having a conversation with ghost…

And Bo..Poor Bo. He felt the most pain, the most ache. It was his fault his baby sister would never wake up, never come running home after school, never come to the garage to bother him, never ask for a ride again, nothing…and it ate him up inside like bad ache, like a wound that poured and poured no matter how much he tried to stop the bleeding. He'd have taken the duct tape to those stupid fucking chairs again for even just a moment with her..just to say he was sorry..to say he loved her, that he didn't mean for it to happen..But he'd never get that chance. You were dead and waxed in the house of wax museum, all alone…and he hated it.

Vincent was of the mists of moving a new wax person into the museum, his low grunts behind his mask as he moved, normally Bo did the heavy lifting but he was off somewhere, probably in the garage as usual.

Vincent grunted as he poses the waxed corpse into its spot, fingers pausing for a moment… perhaps he needed to visit his sister. Just in silence with her as He usually did..

His foots stepped on the stairs, footfalls echoing the building. Keys jingling out of his pocket to unlock the door that hid their baby sister from the outside world, but he door was already unlocked. His eye narrowed, blade slipping out of his coat as he nudged the door open, only to see his twin sitting on the floor with a bottle of booze between his legs.

He grunted, gaining Bo's attention, His fingers moving to sign.

"I told you about drinking near her. you know she hated it"

Bo scoffed, bringing the bottle back to his lips as his throat bobbed with the burning sensation. "Hop off my dick, Vinny. I can drink when and where I want" Bo spat, clearly already drunk. Vincents eyes narrowed as he took a step forwards.

"You can but not Infront of her, not in her room. I will not have you making her smell like your cheap booze" his fingers moved almost furiously, stiff.

Bo scowled, his eyes dazed from the alcohol before he sighed and laid his head back on the bed.

Behind him, sat the waxed corpse of their baby sister. Her eyes painted to look happy, content. her body poses as if she was propped up reading a book, a small smile forced on her lips.

Vicent eyed the statute, a pang of sadness washing over him as he stared at what was left of their sister..just a shell of who she was, an empty body with no soul inside.

"its my fault...i should have been there for her.." Bo chocked out, head in his hands "I should have kept my fucking promise and picked her up, then many she'd be here..she'd be alive and happy o-or maybe she'd be happy off to college in the big city like she always wanted" he spoke, voice cracking.

Vincent frowned, shuffling over and sitting on the floor beside his twin. He felt the same ache as Bo. A part of him will always resent Bo for his actions, for his mistake but a part of him knew they could never go back, that their siter will always be nothing but a hollow shell of who she once was, she would always be nothing, but a corpse covered in wax and propped up for display for their eyes only to soothe their aching hearts.

"I hate keepin her in this place, I don't like her seein all the..the death we cause. I don't want her gettin hurt..or anything, Vince.." Bo spoke.

Vincent nodded along, he felt the same way. he hated that they kept their sister locked inside a room in the museum..

Vincent and Bo sat in silence in the littelr room for hours, before Bo got tired and shuffled out back to the house. Vincent wasn't far after, giving his siters wax figure a gentle stroke on the head before leaving and locking the door.

______ Lester pulled up into the house, a confused look on his face after getting a text from Vincent telling him to come to the house. He stepped out of the truck, his older brothers waiting at the steps for him.

"so what's up?' he asked, leaning on the truck

"were bringing (Y/n) back into the house" Vincent signed.

Lester looked confused at the news "yer bringin er into the house? why?"

"because we can, and your gonna help" Bo snapped, fixing his cap and making his way to the museum. Lester watched the older twin walk off glancing at Vincent who only waved his hand as if to say ' don't worry about him'.

The two followed Bo, stepping into the museum and up the stairs to her little room.

Vincent unlocked the door, the three of them stepping in. It had been so long since Lester had seen his baby sisters face, never liking seeing her in the state she is, but he was..happy to see her.

"me and Vince are gonna do the heavy liftin' , you be our eyes" Bo told Lester, rolling up his sleeves with Vincent in tow.

Lester nodded slowly, watching the twins behind the carefully lift the wax figure, their movement precise and careful as they carried the corpse down the stairs slowly and out of the museum.

The wax figure of their sister glowed in the sun...making her look mor alive than ever and for a moment, it felt like she was. that she was alive and just sleeping as they carried her into the bed of Bo's truck to drive er up to the house.

Once she was in the truck bed, they stared at her. Her body didn't move with any breaths, hair didn't move with the wind and yet..

The sun and lights made her look alive, like she was just resting with a book in her hand as she always did.

Lester got into the truck bed with her to keep her stable as they rolled up to the house. His eyed never leaving the waxed corpse of his siter, it made him wonder if they were ever wrong for what they did to her, of memorializing her for their own benefit rather than giving her a proper burial in the graveyard by the house.

He'd never say it Infront of his brothers but it always came across his mind when thinking about her.

Finally, they began the hardest task, getting her inside the house.

The doors and halls were smaller than the museum so it was more strenuous to not break or drop her.

And finally, finally they got her into the old bedroom. carefully setting her on the bed just how she left it...

The three took a step back from wax statute.

She looked at home now, where she properly belonged.

And thats where she stayed..

murder after murder

day after day

night after night

She stayed in the home with them as if she never left, as if nothing ever happened.

Always told good morning and good night by the twins, a quick hello and goodbye from Lester. and sometimes a soft lick from Jonesy if she snuck into the bedroom only to be ushered out by Vincent, gently, or Bo, a quick (but gentle) whip to her flank with his cap for snooping.

Now that's here (Y/N) resides, inside the Sinclair house. forever immortalized for the family.

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A/n: tada! here it is! hope you liked it!

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names for the school

so. I've started working on the draft of the resident evil fix but I need a name for the school, here are the options

Blackwood University

Krausburg University

Valkoinen University

universitatea Dragomir (Dragomir University)

Voting ended onFeb 16, 2025

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chucking snowballs at him

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Dad Body (Arthur x fem! Reader) *there will be smut in this*

Arthur would never believe you If you ever told him He'd leave his gang behind. Hell he'd probably laugh in your face and tell ya to scram..

But it happened. And he did it more willingly than he thought he would. When he met you in the gang, He never thought You'd look his way.

Never thought You'd say yes to that first date. Never say yes to being his.. Never thought he'd leave with you so willin'

All of it.. because of you. Because of your love. The promises of happiness, the way you opened his eyes to Dutch's madness, how you stayed by his side through thick and thin, through arguments, through the good and the bad.

When you all had left the gang after beaver hollow, Arthur would have never thought he could be so happy. To be so willing to live a civilized life with you on a ranch.

But here he was, working hard on the ranch you two owned, his two boys running around laughing as you sat on the porch watching them as you sent smiles his way.

He loved it...loved all of this..

Except the added physical weight to his domestic life... ______ He was getting ready for bed that night, unbuttoning his shirt as you laid in bed reading and waiting for him.

He let out a sigh as he stared at himself in the mirror.\

"I've gained weight..." he muttered to himself, in almost distain.

He hadn't meant to say it out loud or even for you to hear it. Not until you spoke up.

"Excuse me?" You were looking at him with a soft frown, your book now closed and discarded to the bedside table.

Arthur glanced back at you, frowning "I said I've gained weight. and I hate it." he huffed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You moved to your knees, hugging him from behind with your chin on his shoulder. "what do you mean you hate it..you look good Arthur...better than I've ever seen you before.."

Arthur scoffed and looked away, unable to believe you loved his body. "i don't see how, look like a stuffed hog-ow!" his words caused you to swat his bicep

"don't you ever say that again Your as beautiful as the day I met you and I'm so damn happy you got weight on you, It means were livin' and not just survivin' ". You spoke, a firm look in your eyes that mad Arthur's resolve weaken.

"i don't see how you could love this...I got..I got a damn Dad body" he huffed. You couldn't help but laugh "well, you are a dad so" you teased as Arthur chuckled after you.

"touché" he smiled

"so does that mean i got a mom body?' you teased him, he shook his head smiling "your perfect, Darlin'" he muttered, turning his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

"so are you...and I'll prove it to you" you spoke, moving from behind him and in-between his legs. Arthur flushed instantly at the sight of you on your knees for him.

"D-darlin-" he started, only for you to shush him, working on his belt.

Art hr couldn't help the growing arousal burning in the pit of his stomach and working its way down to his groin. His eyes darkened as they watched you tug his breeches down and off, humming at the sight of the tent in his boxers.

"all for me?" you purred, palming the bulge that caused your husband to give a small groan of satisfaction. Arthur let out a soft groan, eyes fluttering just a little as he leaned back down on his hands.

Arthurs hand shook as he hesitantly slipped them into your hand, fingers threading through the locks as he watched you.

you smiled up at the man, sending him a wink before slipping the boxers down and off, tossing them behind you. “Mmm..still a hard as ever huh..?” You purred.

What Arthur lacked in length he made up in girth along with his balls being a little bigger than most men, giving the impression that he was Very fertile (he is).

Arthur groaned as you began placing soft kisses along his shaft, licking the thick veins that stood up. “D-damn it, please sweetheart. Don’t tease me..” he groaned.

You snickered, smiling as you swirled your tongue around his tip, moaning just to tease.

Arthur growled, fingers tightening around your locks and before he could think he had forced your head down to take him, makin you gag just a little.

but he couldn’t care right now, he was too pent up from the teasing to care. His hands forcing your head up and down his cock, facefucking you.

But you didn’t care either, drooling and smiling around your husband as you let him use you as he pleased. It was nice to see him so…forceful. Arthur growled as he kept it up, his balls slapping her chin as he fucked her throat, head tossed back “fuck..goddamit it baby..” he groaned.

you moaned around him, eyes blurry with tears but you didn’t fare pull away. Taking the pain with the pleasure.

“fuck I’m gonna cum, you want me to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours baby?” He growled, you nodded around him best you could. Gasping when he pulled you off.

“open wide, sugar” he growled, fisting his cock over your face as you knelt before him, mouth open with your tongue hanging out.

Arthur’s voice turned to growls and groans as he fisted his cock before snarling as he came, ropes of cum shooting into your mouth and a little on your face and chest.

He panted, staggering a little as he looked down at you, immediately feeling his heart ache at the sight of you so messed up.

face covered in his seed, tears drying on your eyes. God he couldn’t stop himself sometimes.

You panted as your wiped your face off. “Feel appreciated now?” You purred.

Arthur blushed, only for the arousal to burn back in his stomach again like a switch and he was immediately ready to blow you.

“maybe once I’ve fucked that pretty pussy of mine, I will be” he growled and picked you up, slamming your body into the bed so you were on your stomach.

You gasped as he tore the thin fabric of bloomers off you, his head dipping in to lick at the slick dripping.

“n-ngh! Arthur..” you whined but he didn’t listen, growling as he got a taste before pulling away and slapping your ass a few times and squeezing.

“ass up baby girl, you wanna make daddy feel appreciated dontcha?” He grinned. You blushed red and nodded, arching your hips so your ass was raised more.

once you did that, It was game on for Arthur. He pulled yur hips roughly against his own, grinding his hardened cock between your slick folds, groaning as it covered his cock in s glistening sheen.

”ready for daddy, baby?” He asked, making you nod ad you bit your bottom lip.

He smirked and spread your ass with his hands, lining himself up before slamming in. He was rough and fast with his thrusts, not really caring about how mean he was when bullying his cock into you.

You moaned out, biting down on the sheets as he pounded from behind, God he was Iike heaven, like living in heaven and you never wanted to leave, never wanted to let him leave.

“Fuck fuck fuck..” you moaned into the sheets eyes rolling back as his shaft pistoned inside you, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

”thats right baby girl, moan for me, Make daddy feel appreciated” he growled, his hips snapping like a whip.

Your eyes rolled back as you moaned and cried into the sheets.”yes yes yes! Arthur don’t stop!” You cried.

Arthur smiled, not daring to stop, he felt too good, too loved, too everything.

“I aint gonna last much longer if you keep squeezing me baby” he groaned, feeling you clamp down on him like a vice.

You cried out, head tossed back as he kept hitting that spot over and over

”close baby? Yeah? Gonna cum for me” he growled in your ear, biting and sucking on the skin around your neck.

You moaned and nodded “yes, fuck yes”

“good, I’m almost..fuck..I’m almost there baby..” he groaned, feeling his own end nearing.

The bed creaked loudly with his movements , soft groans and moans leaving the Two.

”fuck I’m cumming..!” She cried out.

Arthur snarled, snarled not that far away.

He gave a few more hard thrusts, slamming himself full inside, releasing himself inside and causing your own climax to hit.

The two of them lied in bed, panting.

”how..how do you feel now..?” You chuckled, smiling tiredly over at the man.

Arthur chuckled weakly, wiping the sweat off his face “better…” he smiled.

“Thank you..for making me still feel so loved and..wanted” he spoke, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder as he cleared you up.

You could only smile as he did so, too worn out to give him your usual quips.

Once he was done cleaning the two of you up, he slipped into the bed beside you and tugged you close, sighing out softly as he did so.

“I love you..” He mumbled.

“And I love you, even if you were to get old and grey, or fat and jazzy, I’d still love you, Arthur..” you smiled, kissing his lips gently.

Arthurs eyes softened as he kissed back, savoring the feeling in his chest at your words. God what did he do to deserve a woman like you..

Maybe it was okay he had a dad bod, and maybe it was okay that he gained weight. After all…you still loved him and thats all that matter.

~~~~~~ A/n: wowie, kinda my first time writing real smut in a while. But I hoped ya liked it! This has been sittin in my drafts for a while and i decided why the hell not! Anyways, requests are open so feel free to ask!

[messy-gemini1]

Hello, I was just wondering if you could do a Sinclar (House of wax) little sister one-shot about how she had died back when she was a teenager, because of a stalker who was obsessed with her short and innocent nature. Possibly SA'd too if you feel comfortable writing that, and it all happened because Bo just didn't want to pick her up, or just forgot to pick her up from school late in autumn. She had been outside for a really long time, and eventually the Sinclair family got worried since she never was out that late. Eventually the police gets involved, and they find her corpse dumped in a road kill pit, as if she was too trash. Of course the brothers are devastated, especially Bo, even if he dosen’t exactly show it. And even though nobody had said it yet, Victor just puts all the blame onto Bo for being a horrible brother. And years later, when Vincent had made their sister into a wax statue, and displays her in her old bedroom. A victim manages to find the wax statue, about to touch it, only to get killed by Bo. And Bo checks the overall condition for his dead sister, he ends up hugging it whilst sitting on her old bed. (The wax statue is sitting on the bed as if she was reading a book). Whispering to the corpse of his sister in a mumble; "Its okay. Your safe now. Big brother is here, big brother is here..."

why am I Only now just seeing this!?!?! This is so good wtf! Anyway here you go! and again sorry for not getting to this! Warning: !! meantion of death, SA and use of the word rape ______

Having three older brothers should be a good thing right? you got three men who'd Lady their lives for you, brothers who'd help you with anything.

So why didn't BO do this for you..a small task.

It had been around autumn, your favorite time of year. the colors, Halloween, the weather. all of it.

You wanted to go to one of the football games the school was having. You had saved up your own money from chores and what not to go, all you needed was someone to pick you up.

Vincent couldn't for obvious reason, Lester would be working too late so that left big brother Bo..

"please please please! I'm beggin here bo!" you whined to your older brother, hugging his arm. Bo groaned, a unlit cigarette between his teeth. "fine whatever! just get off my back!" He scowled. You smiled wide and hugged him "thank you!"

And with that you got ready to head out, a friend picking you up.

You gave your mom and dad a kiss on the cheek, saying bye to Vincent and bye to Lester as he left for his nightshift and then finally bye to bo as you headed out the door.

Bo rolled his eyes, getting a text soon after from one of his flings, a girl he'd been fooling with. He grinned and immediately headed out, telling his brothers he'd be out.

~~~~~~

His phone kept ringing but he was too busy sucking faces with the girl. He shut it off each time, groaning each time.

It wasn't until hours later when he was getting into his truck to head home did he notice the time. He cursed and turned his phone on, seeing all the text from you.

He cursed and scrolled through the texts seeing them all.

"bo?" "hello?" *missed call* *missed call* *missed call* "are you coming? its getting late" "Bo please answer, my friends have already left" "I'm catching a ride with a classmate" He sighed, at least she had a ride. but now he felt like shit. He had promised to pick her up but here he was, fucking around with some girl. But he guessed shed be okay with the friend she was riding with..right? ~~~~~~ (do not read if you are sensitive to the warning above) You hummed in the passenger seat of your classmates care, the radio playing. He kept sending you glances but you ignored them. The car slowed to a stop on the side of the road, making your brows furrow as you turned to look at your classmate. "just thought we sit, talk a little" he smiled, hand on your knee.

"oh um..I really need to get home. mama will worry." you spoke softly. "oh cmon..I know you (y/n). sweet thing.." he slide his hand to your knee, making you uncomfortable. "please stop.." you spoke and moved his hand, he growled and grabbed your wrist. "oh am I not good enough for you? not trashy enough? I've been watching you for years, why haven't you noticed me!?" He snapped

You yelped, biting his hand and darting out of the car and into the woods.

"YOU WHORE!!" he screamed and gave chase.

you ran as fast as you could, tears filling your eyes at the thought of what could happen. But you were never the fastest girl..and he easily caught up.

Screams filled the woods as he assaulted you, grabbing, tearing, doing anything he could get away with, you sobbed and screamed for him to stop. but he didn't only doing as he please.

Once he was done, he grabbed a rock and beat her over the head again and again until she stopped moving. he heaved in anger and grabbed her ankle, dragging her body back to the car and into the truck.

He drove to the kill pit and tossed her body into the pit, spitting on her face as if she was trash. He took a souvenir, her ruined tattered panties, shoving them In his pocket with a sneer before driving off... ~~~~~ (If you skipped you can read here now)

When Bo got home the only one awake was Vincent, sitting in the living room sketching. His head lifting up before he signed "Wheres (Y/n)?" Bo looked confused "she ain't home yet?". Vincent shook his head, eye squinting behind the mask "Thought you were picking her up?" Bo looked guilty "I lost track of time and forgot, but she texted and said she was catching a ride with a classmate." He said. Vincent only nodded and went back to sketching.

Bo went to bed, tired as all hell.

When he woke up, You still hadn't came home and it worried your mother to death. She was already in a fragile state but to know her only daughter hadn't came home worried her. Their father grumbled about 'girl probably stayed the night at a friends' and it seemed to calm her a little..

Until one day turned to two, then three.

their mother frantically called the police and put in a missing persons report, it was a small town so everyone heard about your disappearance. The police quickly began searching from the last spot she was seen at.

It took them two weeks to find her..

When they got the call, everyone was stunned. Their little girl, found dead and raped in the pit. her clothes torn and bloody. Her eyes staring lifeless at the sky.

Bo felt sick to his stomach when he saw her body. so pale and dirty, Her normally clean hair covered in blood, a large gaping wound in he head from where the bastard stuck her , once pretty eyes cold and staring at the sky, bruises and marks on her neck and arms, Her clothes torn and ripped, missing a shoe. her underwear missing, probably from the bastard that did it..

Bo felt like he could die then, he wanted to, God did he want to..

The police didn't care, called her 'Sinclair trash'. they gave the body to the family and that was that. They did find the sicko that did it, a classmate that had been stalking her, she had made a few indications she was uncomfortable around him to the school but they did nothing. The boy got a 20 year sentence, ended up only serving 8 when he got stabbed in prison by an inmate, a call Bo gave to a buddy of his.

At home, it was a mess. Victor yelling at Bo until he was red.

"What the hell is wrong with you! you had one fucking job and that was to protect your sister!!" he growled. But bo didn't listen, flashes of his sisters Body in his eyes..

Lester had been crying the whole time, Vincent shutting himself away in the basement. and their momma..poor woman cried to herself over and over

they embalmed her Body in wax not long after, her mother and Vincent making her look more alive than ever. A book in her hand as they posed her in the house of wax. Never telling a soul it was really her under the wax and not just wax.

Bo held that guilt for years, he wanted the man dead. the one who took his little sister, the sunshine that was the Sinclair family.. They locked her room up, never touching a thing just as she had left it that day..

~~~~~~ *years later*

The guy shuffled around the room in the home, opening a pristen looking room, It was a girls room by the decorations around. His eyes caught sight of a wax figure sitting on the bed reading, a soft smile on her lips as it stared at the page.

The man reached out to touch the wax, but a hand grabbed his; snapping his fingers causing him to scream.

Bo snarled and dragged him into the hallway, talking the screwdriver and stabbing the man over and over again until the screwdriver was too wet to hold onto

He heaved, hands shaking in anger as he shuffled into the room checking the figure over, making sure nothing was wrong before cradling it

"i-its okay, (y/n). Big brothers gotcha, ain't no one gonna hurt you again, big brother bo's here..." he mumbled, rocking. His eyes burning with tears as he held the waxed encased corpse in his arms.

He never let another person touch his sister, he'd never let someone take her innocence again...

______ A/n: so sorry it took so long to write, idk why I never got a notification for it. But I hope you liked it! it was my first time writing a darker fic, especially with one with SA! But anyways here you are!

[messy-gemini1]

Okay okay! idea for an reader x Lady d story

private school resident evil story? I got some ideas I wanna but I want yall's input. Obviously I got mother miranda as the headmaster and the lords as the teachers.

Lady D- music or literature teacher Donna- home economic or Psycology Morea-Science or biology Heisenberg-engineering, history, science or gym teacher

and reader would be maybe a coach for the private school? maybe a new teacher who also teaches like math or something and Lady D's daughters are on the team and so shes forced to talk to reader outside of work sometimes, which she hates cause the two are polar opposite

[messy-gemini1]

more rdr2 incorrect quotes

(sorry it short, I sick :( )

Sadie: *Gives a bouquet to Micah* Micah: You know I'm allergic. Sadie: That's the point. ______ Dutch: What did you get on your shirt? Reader: Rust. Dutch: From what? Reader: Weapons. Hosea: Time for more adult supervision. ______ Hosea: Where are you going? Dutch: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one! Hosea: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday! Reader, knowing full well that Hosea got Dutch an engagement ring: *eating popcorn* _____ Reader: My aesthetic is "would be suspected of witchcraft by small town citizens." ______ Reader: What’s your biggest fear? John: I am incredibly arachnophobic. Reader, under their breath: You don’t want spiders to get married? ______ John: What are you two arguing about this time? Arthur: They’re always using common phrases incorrectly! Reader: Cry me a table, Arthur. ______

Arthur: Here are two pictures. One of them is your Tent, and the other is a garbage dumpster. Can you tell which is which? John: John: This one is the dumpster. Arthur: They’re both your tent!! _____ Reader, making a cup of tea: Yeah, get into that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce. Arthur: Hey, do you take constructive criticism? Reader: I absolutely fucking do not.

[messy-gemini1]

*sigh* I miss my wife(Alcina), tails. I'll be back

(also if you don't get it its incorrect quotes again and yes its Alot of Alcina x reader)

Reader: You need to be more careful! Alcina, who was dragged into Reader's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT- *sheaths claws* ______

Alcina: Are you drinking enough water? Reader: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth. ______ Donna: Who do we know that has handcuffs? Reader: Well Alcina and I- Alcina: *elbows Reader* Reader: ...wouldn't know. ______ Reader: Why do you keep a diary?! Heisenberg: To keep secrets from my computer. ______ Heisenberg: So we're gathered here today for a very special reason and I think you'll all agree with me here. Heisenberg: And if you don't well then fuck you. Heisenberg: I'm looking at you, Angie, you jealous mop. ______ Reader when they were 15: What if I lied this whole time and I'm actually 18? Mother Miranda: Reader, stop trying to get drugs. Reader: Don't suppress my interests. ______ Reader: Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death. ______ Heisenberg: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along? Donna: What did you just say- Heisenberg: Foetons! *Laughs* Donna: Wh-what? ______ Reader: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. Heisenberg: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station. ______ Daniela: I’m never donating blood ever again. Daniela: The second you walk through the door, it’s just one invasive question after another! Daniela: ‘Where did you get it?’ 'Why is it in a bucket?’ I mean, do you want it or not? ______ Alcina: *looks at Reader* Alcina: Baby boy/girl. Baby. Alcina: *looks at Heisenberg* Alcina: Manthing. ______ Alcina: I met this person (reader) on tinder and asked for their last name. They sent it to me and went “Doing a little background check? You might find out I’m a murderer, just ignore that” with a kissy wink emoji. Alright so I good sense of humour. Alcina: I looked them up, they were a murderer. Now were married ______ Donna: So, are you two dating now? Reader & Alcina: Yes. Donna: Why? Reader: I happen to find Alcina very appealing. Donna: Yeah, I can understand that. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with Alcina. Reader: HEY! ______ A random maiden about to be killed: You’re a horrible person! Daniela: Maybe. But I’m rich and I’m pretty, so it doesn’t really matter. ______ Reader: It’s time to turn this into a real business. Cassandra: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes? Daniela: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes? Alcina: I handle our accounting. and literally our who wine business Reader: and I love you for it my girlboss queen

[robinartblog]

hello, my new crush *licking the screen*

[mr-shimurka]

Alucard in the form of a large bat🦇

Most important doodles

[messy-gemini1]

Incorrect shit i think Hellsing characters (and reader) would say cause mamas bored

Alucard: *holds a gun out to Reader* Reader: I-I don't believe in guns. Alucard: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it. ______

Reader: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you... Alucard: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, honey. ______

Reader: I’m doing what I can to jog your memory. Seras: It’s jogging, I guess. Its tiddies are jiggling a little. Reader: Nice. ______

Reader: Go fuck yourself. Alucard, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch Reader: GET OUT! ______

Reader: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free Blood packets. Alucard: Marry me. ______

Integra: We'll talk about this later. Alucard: Fine, I won’t be listening. ______

Reader: *about Seras and Integra* They make a cute couple, huh? Alucard: They certainly are standing next to each other. ______

Integra: Seras, you'll be working with Reader and Alucard. Seras: Alright! My fantasy threesome! Everyone else: *blank stares* Seras: ...Of people on a team. ______

Reader: Bad news—Seras locked herself outta the manor Reader: Good news—we didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith. Reader: Bad news—Integra finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory(TM). I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned it was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute guys/girls/enbies. Reader: Good news—a cute guy/girl/enby saw me do it. Reader: Bad news—it was Alucard, and since they’ve already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, they’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. They know. ______

Alucard: Reader! I can't do this stupid math! Reader: What’s the math problem? Alucard: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply. Integra covering Seras' ears, while Reader smacks Alucard upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth. ______

Alucard: We have a problem. Reader: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

[deviika]

—Chris Mc Geown