a break before the next kinktober drop.
includes: michael myers, jason voorhees, the grabber, thomas hewitt, brahms heelshire, hannibal lecter, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair.
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Michael Myers
Michael’s yearning is strange. He doesn’t yearn like most — the way he needs you is like rot under painted wood; invisible, but dangerous. He doesn’t focus on why he lingers outside your window, how he knows the sound of your footsteps, or why he wants to keep you rather than kill you. Michael just knows you’re different to him. It isn’t love, not even close. It’s something worse — older, darker, a pull he can’t unlearn. Its devotion twisted into obsession.
Jason Voorhees
Jason’s yearning is heavy. He’ll follow you through the forest with silent excitement like a hunter after their first doe of the season. He tries to make himself smaller, softer in an attempt to not scare you, though his size and silence do anyway. Jason leaves offerings like bait; flowers, candy, whatever he sees and thinks you might like. He loves you the only way he can — by protecting you. It’s worship.
The Grabber
The Grabber’s yearning is an illness dressed in silk. You feel it in the way his voice softens when he says your name, the way his bare hand rests around your throat — not to hurt, but to remind you that he could. He watches you with that damned mask hiding his truth, pretending control, but you can feel it each time he speaks; the desperation lacing his voice. He doesn’t understand love, not in the gentle sense that someone as soft as you deserve. His is a dark possession that aches, a distressed urge to keep you where the world can’t touch you. Every time you flinch, he whispers, “I don’t want to hurt you.” and part of you believes him. You are the only softness he’s ever craved, and he needs you to stay.
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas’s yearning is slow, patient, and devoted. He can’t say what he feels, so he builds it instead. Little gestures stitched into every day; a gift a thought you’d like and waiting for you to join the table before eating. You’re the one thing that makes him believe there’s something gentle left in him — how could he let that go? He watches you with soft eyes, adoring every feature like it’s the first time. His yearning isn’t loud, but it speaks volumes.
Brahms Heelshire
Brahms’s yearning is frantic. Like he’s drowning and you’re the air he’s desperate for. His affection comes as whispers through the walls, gifts he leaves where you’ll find them, and the way he trembles when you say his name — God, he loves the way his name sounds on your tongue. He wants you to see him, to never, ever leave. His love is unbalanced, fevered, but achingly sincere. You can tell how badly he wants to be good for you, even if he doesn’t fully know how.
Hannibal Lecter
Hannibal’s yearning is an art form. He is precise and utterly consuming. You are his muse, his fascination, the line between devotion and destruction blurred into something so beautiful. He doesn’t starve for your body so much as your soul, the way your mind moves. His love is a sonnet written in blood and expensive wine. When he looks at you, it feels like being studied, painted, and devoured all at once. You’ll never know if he wants to kiss you or consume you, maybe both. He has paintings of you on his wall. To be yearned by him is to be owned.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent’s yearning is quiet. You see it in the way he sculpts, how every curve of wax mirrors you with precision. He doesn’t speak his love, but trust that he shows it. His hands that glide across your face and skin, memorizing every inch, the polaroids of you that adorn his workspace — the man spends every moment thinking of you, replicating you with wax. He loves like an artist loves their masterpiece.
Bo Sinclair
Bo’s yearning is dangerous. He’ll tease, flirt, and pretend he doesn’t care, but his hands always find you. He’s the kind of man who says “you’re mine” like it’s a threat and a promise all at once. He’d sit and watch it all burn for you because he doesn’t know how to be gentle, but when he’s with you, the edge softens just enough — like wax. You consume him in the worst way.
Bo sinclair that has an extremely patient significant other with him has me in a chokehold. We all know how Bo has a temper and his fuse does at time shortens, saying things he doesn’t mean, throwing and breaking items within the house, but his s/o? Just wits for him to cool off and come back to them to look at them with a guilt stricken face knowing he fucked up and has to talk about it despite him struggling through his way to apologize. But he knows you’re there to let him try the way that he knows best. Might not be the way that typical people do or say, but it’s his way, it’s Bo’s way. Sighing, grumbling, scratching the back of his head embarrassed.
Saw a clip of house of wax and I am hooked all over again😭
Tw: murder, blood, thunderstorms, mention of yelling and fighting, mention of Bo getting beaten up
“I need you.”
You stop at the sound of Bo’s desperate voice. “What?”
Bo tossed his hat to the side, not caring where it landed. “I need ya, darlin’,” he took careful steps towards you and stopped before you. Slowly, he fell to his knees. “I think about you, night and day. You consumed my thoughts, waking nightmares, and th’ stupid dreams—normal dreams—of livin’ a life worth having.” His blue eyes were heavy as he met yours. Something was burning he didn’t understand. “I need you.”
“Bo, I—“
“Jus’ think ‘bout it, yeah?” His calloused hands took your hand, clasping it as if it was an injured bird. “Just say you’ll think about it.”
There was no malice in his words or hidden messages. There was no darkness behind his blue eyes or blood in his teeth. Bo, the prideful lion of Ambrose, was kneeling before you, begging for you to think about the notion of loving him. He looked like a man, a human, a boy in love.
You closed your eyes as his hands squeezed your hand. “Alright, Bo,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. It was as if you you telling him a secret that will only be shared between two lovers. “I’ll think about it.” Your free hand combed his wild curls, and his eyes fluttered closed and leaned into your touch. He grunts and shudders as if he was feeling an ice cube, but did he love it. “I’ll think about it and give you an answer after rain season.”
And so you did.
You thought about it when it was raining and he was coming up the drive in his muddy truck with bodies in the back, fresh for the museum, but he stopped and caught your eyes from the window. His shy wave was almost too cute not to love. The rain stuck to his skin like bees to honey, making him glow in the Louisiana breeze and mist.
You thought about it when he kissed you gently before leaving for “work”, promising to come home in time for dinner. Bo did come home on time that night, and he had a fist full of wild flowers. He kissed your cheek then lips before going to wash up before sitting to eat.
You thought about it when Bo fell asleep on your lap, resting his head on your thigh. The night was alive with the bayou songs and lullabies, and it set something for you. A life could be well lived with a man mad in blood, murder, whiskey, and cigarettes. But you were the center of his world; he’s reminded you again and again.
You thought about it when you woke up screaming from a nightmare. It was loud enough to cause Bo to jolt and race to your room with a knife in hand when he threw open the door. He looked at your with worried, angry eyes, but softened when you opened your arms and cried for him. He dropped his knife and scooped you in his arms, his strong and sharp arms. He stayed with you for the rest of the night, protecting you from any nightmares that came.
You thought about it while hiding in the closest with your and over you mouth and tears running down your cheeks. You could heard Bo fighting the visitors, the three of them, and Bo was losing. You could hear fists meeting skin and the sound of Bo chocking beside his strength gave out. He told you not to make a sound, not to move, but it felt different. You felt different. Crawling out of the closet as soon as they ran out, you cradled Bo’s battered head in your arms. His shaking hand reached your cheek and thumbed over your lips. “I’m okay,” he breathed, his voice cracking and hoarse. “I’m okay.”
You thought about it when venom left his lips, yelling at you in the car garage. He was yelling at you over something that you couldn’t remember, but he was angry. His blue eyes burned in hatred as he called everything under the sun, and he only stopped when thunder shook the garage, causing you to flinch and stiffened.
“Darlin’,” there was regret in his voice. “Sweetheart, ‘m sorry—“
But you didn’t stay for his apology as you ran out, tears mixing with the rain. You didn’t see how he threw a wrench across the room, cursing at himself for doing that. He’ll do better, he has to do better! He couldn’t become the monster his father told him he’ll be. He couldn’t let that son of a bitch be right. He would never allow it!
You almost stopped thinking about it that night. When he came home, he hung his hat and took his boots off at the door. He knelt in front of you as you hugged your knees on the couch. His hands rubbed your knees as apologies after apologies rolled out. For the rest of the night, you allowed him to hold you in his arms, head against his chest, as he protected you from himself, from his words, and his poison.
You thought about it while washing the dishes with him. You washed while he dried. The radio was playing softly as the rain poured and hammered against the window. He talked about his day and going to the town over to get Vickey more art supplies and new clothes; his favorite work pants was getting torn beyond repair. You told him about your day and the little chores you did around the house, and you agreed about him getting a new pair of pants. The scene of domestic life, living slow and steady. It almost felt perfect and normal.
You thought about it when you kissed his scarred lips and he no longer flinched or growled in warning. Instead, he closed his eyes and murmurs something then met your eyes. He looked at you like a ruby in the sea. “You love me, yet?” He asked, teasing you with a charming smile. Your answer was a gentle smile, and he’ll work hard to see you smile again.
When rain lifted and slowed, he met you on the porch, hugging you from behind. Rain season was at its end, and it was just as pleasant as ever.
“Thought about it?” He asked, the morning voice deep and thick with honeydew and coffee. He rested his head on top of your shoulder.
After the memories and experiences, the rain and how it washed away whatever was left of him…it felt right.
“Yeah, I’ll stay, Bo,” you said, your hands rubbing his arms and wrists. “I’ll stay.”
Hi, I don't know if your requests are open. But you would ask me what the slashers would be like (thomas hewitt, hannibal, bo sinclair and any other slasher if you like). with a mute s/o (who does not speak and only communicates by signs).
I love your blog
Hey darling, I hope you'll enjoy these little thoughts for the three slashers you mentionned.
It was my first time writing for Hannibal (I used the one from the series, hope it's okay!) and it was a lot of fun 🥰
SILENCE ISN'T WEAKNESS (gn!reader x Thomas Hewitt / Hannibal Lecter / Bo Sinclair)
Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of bullies in Thomas' headcanons but he is there to protect you, violent and abusive/abused!reader in Hannibal's headcanons, mentions of a toxic family, killer!reader, cannibal!reader, mentions of murders and Bo being an ass (as usual), let me know if I forget anything.
Thomas Hewitt
When you arrived in town, you were still a child. You had cried so much and you had begged your parents to not move out from the town you had forever known.
Back there, you had struggled so much to get friends, because of your mutism, so you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to befriend anyone else.
People weren’t always nice to you, and they often forgot about your existence because they couldn't hear your voice to remind them you were there. You were also an easy target for bullies.
Thomas spotted you right away obviously.
And the first time, he stood up against bullies was for you. He couldn't stand that someone like you could get hurt.
You grew up together and you never left each other's side. Not even when his family decided to kill people to survive, and he was so grateful for that; he would have been completely lost without you.
You both enjoyed the silence full of love and tenderness between the two of you.
Actually, because you knew each other so well, most of the time, you didn’t even need to fully sign a word or a sentence for the other one to understand what you meant.
Your complicity and love for each other turned into something more than just friendship pretty naturally as you became adults.
Thomas truly felt blessed to have you in his life, because he knew someone was able to understand him and to be on his side no matter what. And vice versa.
Once a man moved in front of you while you were waiting in a line, and when you tapped on his shoulder to let him know you were there, he faked not understanding you and he laughed at you for not being able to speak.
It upsetted you quite a lot. You talked about it to Tommy because it was unfair for someone to treat you that way. Thomas simply asked you what the man looked like.
And the next day you found the man kneeling on the kitchen floor, begging for your forgiveness. His nose was broken and his face was already swollen from the hits he received from Thomas.
The Hewitts let him go once you accepted the apology. After this event, no one ever mistreated you.
You were happy among the Hewitts, Hoyt enjoyed your silence, Luda Mae enjoyed how soft you were to Thomas and Monty enjoyed how sassy you were when people were turning their back to you.
Hannibal Lecter
You grew up in a very poor and abusive family. Violence was the only thing you ever know. You quickly learnt that the people who should have taken care of you, would easily forget about you.
You had to learn another way to express yourself; a cruel and rough way. You couldn’t count all the time your knuckles got raw and bloody after you had beat someone to almost death.
Well the “almost” disappeared at some point. You were a hungry beast who didn’t trust anyone or anything. You knew that one day you were going to die in the street or die in prison, but truly you couldn’t care any less.
You killed a man twice your size one night. He had stolen and eaten the food you just bought. It was the only meal you might be able to afford this week, so you had gone absolutely crazy.
When the police found you, covered in blood, they thought it was just another homicide in the poorest neighborhood of the city. That was until they saw that the man was missing a leg… and that you deliberately cut him into pieces, to cook and eat him.
Your case didn’t go unnoticed by Hannibal. He quickly used all his relations so he could get you as his patient. He wanted to meet another cannibal like him.
When he saw you for the first time, he didn’t get disappointed. Of course, you looked so ill because of the absence of food but he promised himself he was going to take such good care of you.
You didn’t understand why the man was so careful with you, so gentle even. He didn’t know a lot of ASL but he learnt more for you.
He carefully and patiently coaxed you into talking to him. The fact he brought you food all the time helped a lot, of course. He was the first person who used a soft voice to address you, he was the first to look after your wound, he was the first one to gently touch you.
You started to fall in love with him, and once he was certain you were hooked, he revealed his true nature to you and you only loved him more for it. You understood him, like he understood you.
He never felt so much happiness when you eagerly ate the meal he prepared for you, while knowing where the meat was coming from.
Bo Sinclair
At first, Bo thought you were going to be a very easy prey. After all, you couldn’t scream for help and he noticed that your group of friends weren't checking on you as much as they should to keep you safe.
But because of your mutism, you were listening and observing people very well. Your friends were under Bo's spell but it was obvious to you that he was no good. Something in the way he looked at your friends when they weren’t watching made you wonder.
You also noticed someone moving from the corner of your eyes when you were visiting the House of Wax. You felt in danger until you used ASL to answer your friends. It was as if the shadow lurking in the dark couldn't hurt you anymore.
You did your best to never stay alone with Bo or in the House of Wax, no matter how much he tried and flirted with you.
Bo was quite dejected you weren’t falling right into his arms. He wasn’t used to that, so it quickly became a new challenge. He started to get interested in you because clearly you were a smart person.
At some point, he made a slight misogynistic remark about one of your friends and you sent him such a full of rage and venomous look that he shut up. He thought you were incredibly hot and he wondered if you might be as dangerous as his twin.
He started to sign to you as a peace offer and you were surprised he knew ASL. He told you about Vincent and he noticed it changed a lot of things for you. You started to get less impatient with him even if you didn't trust him
It didn't save your friends though. You mourned their death in the Sinclair's house.
You hated to admit it but talking with Vincent helped you a lot. You felt understood and you slowly stopped being afraid. You didn’t really have a choice anyways.
Bo never stopped trying to seduce you and it slowly started to work.
With you, the man was different. Your silence was bringing him peace. Your presence was casting his demons away. Your eyes were the most breathtaking things he ever witnessed. Your touch was driving him absolutely insane.
And maybe you were enjoying the silent and yet complete power you held over the man.
Hi I didn't know who else to ask but I like your blog alot and was wondering If you could do Slashers with a lover who in their sleep subconsciously pats their back repeatedly like a baby while hugging them with brahms, Thomas hewitt, and the sinclair brothers included please🩷
a/n: thank you so much and thank you for the request <3 i'm sorry that it took so long, i've just had A LOT going on over the last year and have had barely any time for writing. and since i've been gone for so long, i will admit i'm a bit out of practice so i apologise in advance if this isn't to the standard you were hoping for
mentioned: brahms heelshire, thomas hewitt, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair
brahms heelshire
brahms has always liked to cuddle with you at night. in fact, before you both started routinely sleeping together, he would sneak into your room at night and simply hold onto you for comfort
he knows that you're not against cuddling, so when he wakes up with your arms locked around him, he isn't surprised
but he is slightly surprised to find that you're patting him on the back as though he were a baby
in all the time that you've been sleeping together, not once have you ever done such a thing
it's a nice surprise, because brahms loves nothing more than physical comfort. your palm lightly tapping against his back calms him, eventually lulling him back to sleep
thomas hewitt
thomas has always enjoyed any form of physical contact with you. since he rarely speaks, physical contact is the only form of affection he can rely on
when he wakes up with your limbs tangled around his body, the first thing he notices is your hand gently patting his back. he can tell that you're asleep from your usual deep breathing so he doesn't have to check whether you're awake
althought this is a new thing that he knows you definitely haven't done before, he doesn't think much of it
instead, he welcomes it and simply allows himself to fall back to sleep, your hand patting his back bringing him nothing but comfort
bo sinclair
when you and bo first started out, he wouldn't so much as let you sleep in the same room as him, so when he feels your hand gently patting his back one night, it's safe to say he's in a state of both annoyance and shock
he knows you know not to be too intimate with him when you're in bed together, so why the hell are you currently patting his back like he's a damn baby?
your face is buried in his chest so he can't tell if you're awake or not so he decides to carefully untangle your limbs from him to get a better look. and to his surprise, you're asleep
he isn't sure what to do, because although he's uncomfortable with it, he also finds it to be oddly comforting. and you're not exactly conscious so it isn't like there's any reason for him to feel awkward, you don't know what you're doing, you don't even know that he knows
in the end, after A LOT of unnecessary deliberation, bo finally decides to just allow you to keep patting his back with your arms locked around his body
he enjoys it, although there is no way he will ever tell you that
vincent sinclair
when vincent wakes up to you patting his back one night, he's confused. especially because a lot of the time, the closest the two of you get when sleeping is when he holds you from behind
so when he wakes up with your face crushed against his chest and your limbs wrapped around his body, his immediate response is to feel a little uncomfortable
he isn't sure if you know that you're currently patting him on the back like he's a baby but he doesn't want to check either in case you're asleep
so he just lays there for a long moment, painfully aware of your hand against his back
he isn't sure whether he likes it, he also doesn't want to stop you
in the end, he decides to just ignore it and go back to sleep
he'll decide if he liked it in the morning
lester sinclair
when lester wakes up to find you're gently patting him on the back, he doesn't even have to think about it before deciding that he loves it and would love for you to do it more often
lester had never really experienced much physical affection before you, so he could care less that your body is currently wrapped around his, with your palm gently beating against his back. he'll take whatever he can get
he loves you and he loves being as close to you as possible so he lets you keep patting his back and eventually drifts back to sleep, content with the fact that you're both so close, in every sense of the word
hi, darling! id like to request fem!reader giving bo a blowjob. hope youre doing well, take care of yourself!! <3
Pairing: Bo Sinclair x reader
Smut blurb
Contains: oral (m receiving), cock worship, praise, surprisingly fluffy, I hope this is good I just saw the request and started writing.
“What’re you doin’ down there?” Bo asks, his eyes glinting in the light as you settled between his legs on the carpet. He had a beer in his right hand and had been watching some rerun of something you didn't care about on the tv. Vincent was down in his basement and Lester was off probably doing god knows what to that pit of his, so you had Bo to yourself for the moment.
“Just thought since we had a moment alone, maybe I could show you some appreciation.” you mumbled as your fingers moved to the button of his jeans, he smirked widely and instantly sat his beer to the side, moving to help you. He was already starting to get hard from the thought of your pretty lips around his dick, those pretty eyes of yours staring up at him as he makes you gag on it.
“Fuckin’ hell, babe, you already got my mind wanderin’” he groans out as he lifts his hips and helps you slip his jeans down, his hand instinctively comes to stroke his length, staring you down as he did.
“You gonna beg me like the slut you are?” that shit-eating grin on his face tells you he’s more than just enjoying it.
“Please, Bo, let me suck your dick?” you try and he shakes his head, cocking a brow.
“Pretty, pretty, please Bo? I really, really wanna suck you off… make you feel good… please?” you try and he tilts his head as if considering it.
“I reckon you're far too clothed to deserve it.” he says, his eyes trained on the swell of your breasts under your shirt, you feel your face flush with heat and you hook your fingers under the hem, tugging it over your head, freeing your breasts.
“Please?” you whisper and he nods leaning forward, his hand comes out and grips the hair at the base of your neck, pulling your head back as he presses a passionate kiss against your lips.
“Go on, Baby… you've earned it.” he says, pressing another chaste peck to your lips before sitting back, his arms come to rest on the back of the couch, his legs spread, and dick standing proudly erect. Its a fucking erotic sight. He looks so effortlessly, so simply attractive.
You lean forward on your knees and press soft kisses up his length, admiring the way it twitches and pulses from your attention, before you take him in your mouth causing him to let out a small hiss.
You swirled your tongue around the swollen tip of his dick, before you bob your head to take more of him with your tongue flat against the prominent vein on the underside. His hand finds your hair, tangling in it as his head falls back against the couch, his hat falling off and landing on the floor behind the couch.
“Fuck, you're so good at that.” he groans out, his hand gently gripping your hair and attempting to guide you at a slightly faster pace, you allow your jaw to go slack and focus on breathing through your nose as you allow him to use your mouth, you occasionally wiggle your tongue around him or hum.
After a while you can feel his thighs tensing and you bring a hand up to gently fondle his balls, to which he lets out deep groan.
“Keep that up and I'm gonna cum in this pretty mouth of yours.” Bo practically whines, your eyes meet his and he sucks a sharp breath through his teeth and closes his eyes.
“You look too pretty like that, fuck, I can't look at you or I’ll bust.” he says, you push yourself further up and try to relax your throat, you carefully bob your head a few more times before youre able to deep throat him.
“Jesus, I’m cumming.” he moans, pressing your head down, your nose touches his happy trail and you feel the salty, thick liquid coat your tongue. You pull back coughing and gagging and he sits dazed for a moment. When you're both finally composed he smirks at you.
“I’m gonna eat you out so good tonight, princess.” he says, leaning forward and pulling you into another kiss.
Contains: Thomas hewitt,brahms heelshire, Billy lenz, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair & Lester sinclair
Thomas hewitt
Tommy adores it when you just wanna latch onto him and never let go but he does have things to do and so do you!
He's always in bed after you so you as soon as he sits on the bed you surprise hug him from behind and he just accepts it lol. You stay like that for a bit before you realise he's actually dosing off.
One time when it was a stressful day and the texas heat was getting to Tommy. You wanted to just smother him with hugs but when you went in for one he snapped and shrugged you off, huffing. I mean you were hurt but you let it go and went back inside , Tommy realised what he had done and went after you and for the rest of the day you were hand in hand
He likes it when at the dinner table your hand finds it way onto his thigh and you look up into his eyes with a smile full of love. He loves you so much!!!!
Brahms heelshire
Well isn't that fantastic because he's also extremely touchy!!
Your going back and fourth, your hands on his hair? Well his hands are on your waist! There is never a moment when you two arent touching
One time you yelled at him for being so childish and he sulked into the walls and didn't come out. You layed in bed hugging a pillow trying to picture it as him but you just couldn't so you gave up. You found yourself walking into the kitchen to find brahms sat at the table eating some toast. "Brahms can you come to bed with me? I can't sleep without you..." you sheepishly said. He stood abruptly and walkedover to you hugging you tightly. You both said sorry and cuddle eachother up in bed. Getting tangled in each other.
So basically what I'm saying is that you two are glued by the hip.
Billy lenz
He appreciates the physical affection. Like EXTREMELY, for example if you pat his shoulder he would cream is pants..... that's how touch starved my man is.
He's pretty aggressive and doesn't realise he's squeezing you instead of just a nice hug. You have to show him the ways and hekk soon get it.
When the sorority girls are out and your the only one left inside the house you listen carefully for the attic to open and a giggly man to appear at your door. He's like a cat,he'll curl up in your lap and lays there while you pet him.
He does unfortunately makes everything sexual, if your on your bed ontop of him he will thrust up into you trying to get some sort of relief.
Bo sinclair
He does tense when he is touched. He just doesn't know when your being genuine. You can understand why he reacts badly to physical touch.
He likes it when he's sitting on the couch and you plant yourself on his lap and start to play with his hair. He leans into you while your doing this.
He's not as touchy so when you start climbing all over him he does get frustrated. He's his own person and needs space too.
But at night he does enjoy being the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you and chuckling to himself when he feels you fidgeting with his hands. He just can't deny your cuteness.
Vincent sinclair
Similar to his brother. He needs space especially when he's working. He doesn't want hot wax to spill onto his partners soft delicate skin! But when he isn't doing anything he's busy holding your hand and letting you drag him along.
When you can't help yourself and just want to stick to him while he's working he does allow it only if your behind him. He does shrug you off when he's got to focus on something or when your getting too touchy.
I mean hes a bit brain dead, he doesn't know what's the difference between just wanting a hug and wanting to do more than that but when your hands start pressing against certain parts of his body he starts to catch on and drops everything.
He won't really admit it but he really enjoys being little spoon he likes it when you press yourself against him and sit your head on top of his. Plus it's a bonus for you! Because he can't escape your grasp at night and go over work himself.
Lester sinclair
Bros a pretty princess, he loves your hands on him. When he's luring talking to some city folks your next to him holding his hand tightly, hiding yourself into his side.
You and Jonesy shower this handsome boy with kisses and you continue doing this for the rest of day.
He doesn't like it when your near the roadkill pit. He doesn't want you slipping and going in!
At night he lovessss cuddles, he likes digging his face into your chest. Ofc jonesy is included x
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Pls request! I do appreciate it and it gives me a challenge:)
"Slashers with an S/o who cries when people shout at them"
Warning: cursing and a bit of angst
Characters: Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire
Bo Sinclair
You and bo have fights but never to the point he yells or shouts at you. This time he was really angry because a victim escaped.
"I TOLD YOU TO WATCH THEM FOR ONE SECOND AND THEY ESCAPED, IT WAS THAT SIMPLE"
You bite your lip refusing to talk back as you lower your head until he is finished.
He sighed and made you look up at him. You were crying, big tears flow from your eyes as you looked at him. Your lips quivering and you looked away.
You both stood there until Bo broke and gave you a hug
It wasnt like those apology hugs your mom made you do to make up with your siblings
It was very sincere and tight
"I'm sorry doll, I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry for raising my voice at you. " he whispered in your ear so soft and gentle.
He sat you both down while you're in his lap as he caresses your back. You both stayed there holding each other in your arms.
He told Lester to find the victim which he did and killed so it was problem solved.
From today on he never raised his voice when he got angry, you both communicated better and you two would make up pretty quickly.
If any of his brothers did the same to yell at you then he would be throwing hands
All in all he learned to be gentle with you which his brothers never ever thought he could do
Thomas Hewitt
Thomas already knew you cried when being shouted at
Hoyt was never really a good tempered person and will degrade your self esteem the chance he gets but you would suck the tears back up and wont let Thomas know what happened.
This time it was something different
"YOU FUCKING WHORE, ALL THE SHIT YOU DID WILL PASS THROUGH TOMMY BUT NOT ME"
You were shivering, Luda mae was not there to save you or beat this bitch and tommy was busy in the basement.
Hoyt raised a hand at you, as you squinted your eyes to brace yourself of the impact you hear..
"Aye tommy i-i was kidding.. hehe.. your little doll there was..AAAAA"
Tommy was standing in between you and hoyt , holding the man's hand back.
Tommy almost choked him to death if it werent for Luda Mae finally getting home.
Your boyfriend kept you in his arms like a baby as he rocks you.
He mumbles and grunts to give encouragement
He wont let anyone of his family yell nor harm you
Brahms Heelshire
You weren't the best of care takers. You always followed the rules so you wont anger Brahms.
But since Malcohlm was running late and you needed the groceries you have no choice but to go to the store
You planned to just have a quick trip so that when you come back Brahms wont even notice. But he did , he saw you walk out that gate.
Brahms is an impatient man, a minute of you gone it's been hours to him. But when you come back.
He stormed screaming at you
"YOU BROKE THE RULES, YOU DARE LEAVE ME ALONE LIKE MY PARENTS?! YOURE HORRIBLE "
You tried to explain yourself with incoherent mumbles as you shake. He towers over you going silent, Hes just looking at you!
You broke down and into a ball
Brahms started to feel bad, at least you came back for him.
He left you alone and slid your favorite snack over to you as he sits on the floor with you
In his childish voice he started to say sorry , patting your head gently
If you're both stuck in this house he might as well treat you better
He hugs you not letting go until you stopped crying
-Just a quick reminder that if you experience this in real life from a spouse its best to leave them, although fights are normal among relationships they shouldnt mistreat you either way💕
