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😭
Idk exactly what you write but about Bo, I’d really love any headcanons, relationship headcanons, anything with him really:)
Bo Sinclair Headcanons
Bo with Victims:
Bo has two types in his women:
the fighters, the ones refusing to listen, spitting in his face, cussing him out to all hell, biting, scratching, screaming
he finds them fun to break down, he loves to watch the fire die out when they realize how screwed they really are, that no ones coming to save them
the other type? the innocent ones. terrified, begging, obeying. Bonus points if you pray. the way they look up at him with glossy eyes, tremble like a little fawn
he takes his time with them, giving them false hope, letting them think he might just give them mercy
then he rips it out from under them, quick, without a second thought
he likes to kill most of his basement victims pretty, simple.
hands around the throat, watching the life leave them. its pathetic really how little they struggle after any more than 10 seconds.
maybe if he was a better man he'd find a way to feel sorry for them. but hes not.
bo with an s/o:
it took a lot for him to even entertain the notion of having someone stay
he doesn't believe for a moment you truly love him
you have to be afraid of him, that's why you're here, you'd never love a monster like him.
his love is still twisted, he'll never be a prince charming
he owns you more than he loves you
you're his doll, his thing, his possession, his.
he's rough with you, hand too tight on the arm, arm around your waist in bed so hard you can barely breathe.
but his kisses are gentle, his words can be too
he will compare you to his mom, no matter your gender
his jealousy goes too far sometimes and he's willing to remind you of where you stand and who you belong to by giving you another week under the gas station.
somewhere he can do whatever he wants to you
he shows you his polaroids of what happened to his 'lovers' before you when you act up
if your AFAB he'd knock you up and hardly be responsible for your kids (sorry, but its true)
he'd always find a way to backseat parent
"Yer too easy on him, he's gon' grow up spoilt."
"raisin' my son to be a fuckin' pansy"
he's jealous that you weren't his mommy though
if your AMAB, he'd probably talk shit about how you can't give him kids if he's in a bad mood
"no good for nothin' but a hole to fuck" he'd grumble under your breath
INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA FOR DAYS
he doesn't know how to handle wanting to fuck a man, loving a man
I can't believe it has been ten months since I have posted, but here I am! Hopefully it is decent, college has been eating me alive.
Was supposed to be a one-shot, but it is too short, so it is hdcs. Plan to expand on it later and post another with the rest of the slashers.
Warning: Foul language, reader is female, but it can be read as GN.
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Your hand falls through your hair, pinky finger catching on a knot. The nervousness surrounding the situation makes you hesitant to speak. “I feel like I'm giving too much of myself to you, Bo,” the words flow out before you can stop them, but it is the truth. “My innocence, my morals… You’ve ruined me, Bo, you know that right?”
The words sting as you say them, the realization that you will never live a normal life with the amount of blood staining your hands hits like a ton of bricks, but Bo does not bother to look up from the car in front of him, eyes inspecting a cracked coolant hose. “I didn’t ruin you darlin,’ you did that all on your own; I don’t need no credit.” he mocks, finally making eye-contact, “Can’t blame me for the lives you’ve taken.”
You feel anger rise within you, the betrayal of his words sinking in. “Hard not to when you’re the one that made me do it. I never wanted to kill,” you pause, eyes searching his face for an ounce of empathy. “— even Lester knows this. Says a lot about the ‘love’ you have for me when you don’t even listen to me!” You spit, feeling as if Bo is the worst thing that has ever happened to you. “I hate you,” and you swear you have never been more honest.
Bo slams his fist against the side of the car before angrily pointing a finger in your face, spit flying with every word he says, “Then leave,” he seethes, face contorted in anger. “Leave and never come back to this fucking town!” and he swears he has never told a bigger lie; he does not want you to leave, but his anger is its own animal, and it consumes him whole. “Never want to see your ungrateful ass again,” he adds, much quieter as the weight of the situation settles on his shoulders.
You pause at his outburst; all your fights were never this bad. If your mother had raised you any weaker, you would have begged for forgiveness right then and there, but neither of you dared to back down. “I don’t know how or why all of this love turned to anger, but I do know that you are a nasty man, Bo.”
You will leave, he will not follow. Bo will be damned if he is going to chase you and beg you to stay — even though he really wants to.
He simply cannot help it. Bo is not the kind of man that can apologize, at least not right away. Guilt will follow him, but he will convince himself he was in the right.
In the end, life will go on and your picture will remain on his night stand. You will never see each other again.
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.
- massive fan of horror movies, particularly the really gory ones. Would absolutely love Saw.
- an alright cook, as mentioned in my Vincent post. Emphasis on alright. The stuff he makes isn’t as bland and depressing as Vincent’s, he uses more salt and spices than his brother, but it’s still not great. Still, someone has to stop Vincent from eating Kraft Mac n Cheese three meals a day seven days a week.
- this might sound weird but I feel like he used to have a habit of going around town counting all the wax sculptures before going to bed as a way of winding down. Then he started having nightmares about doing this and there being too few or too many sculptures and he had to stop.
- when there’s visitors around he keeps up the appearance of being a mechanic, but in his day to day life he mostly does repairs and maintenance around town. Sometimes he brings one of the victims’ cars to the garage and he messes around with it for fun (is it obvious I know fuck all about cars)
- feels pretty lonely, despite living with his twin and seeing him every day, and Lester dropping by pretty often.
- used to be interested in several different art mediums, but Trudy kinda killed all those interests. After her death he is slowly easing back into doing art for fun and not just to be good in his parents eyes.
- particularly likes photography and film. Has a genuinely good eye for that sort of thing.
- has filmed his day to day life in Ambrose. Someone get this man a YouTube channel
- has forbidden Lester’s roadkill food in the house (despite it being fresh and much tastier than his bland chicken and rice).
- has insomnia, and likes to pace around the house. If Vincent’s also up they just kinda pleasantly coexist, Vincent’s probably microwaving some leftovers at 3 am and Bo’s drinking orange juice. They don’t speak at all, just kinda vibe.
- has set up all the rigged stuff around town, the old lady and the lights and everything. He’s very good at stuff like that. He probably also fixed Vincent’s wax shower thingy.
- I like to think he genuinely worries for Vincent, who can get so absorbed in his art that he doesn’t eat or drink or sleep. He has on multiple occasions practically carried Vincent up the stairs to spend some time with the family and eat proper food.
I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while, but I'm not the best at writing.
How would Vincent or Bo react to an S/O that came into town and was just a complete southern belle ? Maybe a bit ditsy but overall well meaning patient and kind. Like grew up pretty rural as well but maybe ended up moving to the city for college and finding out it wasn't really for her, so she's on a road trip back home and maybe gets lost. Some accident happens and she ends up in ambrose. Kinda similar to what happens to Allison in Tucker and Dale vs Evil if you've ever seen that movie? Without her friends of course 😅.
I always thought it would be interesting to put them next to someone who just completely contrasts there personally. They do say opposites attract!
Can be ABO of you'd like ! I have no preference
(Ps. Sorry for how long and hyper specific this is I've just had this thought for a while)
Good question!
I always liked the "Opposites Attract" idea so I always think about stuff like this. I even made my main OC due to these type of thoughts 😌
I think Bo would get the most amusement out of this situation. As much as he abuses women and forces them to be with him (Like tying Carly up in his murderfuck dungeon) he would absolutely love to have someone come to him willingly. Would feed his fantasy of having a normal life with a normal lover that wants him and treats him like a person.
He would absolutely dial up the charm and get you flustered and would flirt outrageously. Soak in you helplessness and sweetness before the real horrors begin.
Vincent would still be extremely cautious. Learning from a young age that wolves hide in sheep clothing. that just because someone smiles sweetly at him doesn't mean they want to be his friend. Would absolutely wait for the other shoe to drop and will sometimes, if worked up enough, strike before you even get a chance to prove or disprove his expectations. Forcing you to be his muse and greet him with that same sweetness or else face his displeasure.
If he's in a better mood then he might even try to sway you with pictures he's painted or sketched, scripts of poetry scrawled neatly on the bottom, and wildflowers appearing on the hood of your car where you're sleeping or outside the door of the room in their house that was so graciously offered to you.
When Vincent falls, he falls hard, and nothing will change his mind about making you his in every single way he knows how. Almost taking advantage of your ditsy behavior and sweet demeanor to make you stay with him.
I feel like he’s be really into Devoiced Dad Rock™️. He definitely would be into all of it like Billy Joel and The Beatles and such but AC/DC would be his all time.
Jason Voorhees
Chuck Berry
We all know how Jason lived a very sheltered childhood with his mother. The only music he could listen to was whatever his mother had on vinyl and most of it was religious hymns and probably like Sesame Street or some shit. Chuck Berry would probably be one of the very few vinyls that weren’t the two mentioned so it was a nice break.
Billy Loomis
Nickelback
I have a feeling he would talk so much shit about Nickelback and hate/ironically listen to them but soon over time it would slowly grow on him. But he would never admit that he started to actually like it.
Stu Macher
Weezer
He would definitely unironically listen to Weezer (honestly same tho) and not understand why people hated them so much. He would also probably accidentally leave one of his CDs in the CD player and Billy would get pissed off when he goes to use it and his eardrums get assaulted by Buddy Holly.
Vincent Sinclair
MCR
EMO ALERT! EMO ALERT! He would definitely get bullied by Bo about it but he can’t hear him over the the absolute banger lyrics.
Bo Sinclair
Zach Bryan
Since Bo is a Country Boy™️, this man is definitely listening to Zach Bryan. He would also definitely post videos of his trucks/cars and or him crying about how sad his life is to Zach Bryan songs.
