includes: michael myers, thomas hewitt, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair
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Thomas Hewitt
It takes a while for Tommy to realize. Luda-May had said you went to town this morning, and that was what she genuinely believed — she hadn’t seen the note either. He goes on with his house chores, waiting patiently to hear the front-door open and your sweet voice call through the house for him.
That’s the part that breaks him; how normal everything had felt to him until he went down to the basement and just happened to see the folded paper in the chair you liked to sit in. Your pink sweater Luda-May knitted for you this past winter was still hanging on the back of it — Thomas spent hours sanding that chair so you wouldn’t get splinters.
He unfolds the paper carefully, large letters inked onto it reveal themselves. You know he has trouble reading, so you used words he would understand. “My sweet Tommy,” it started, and his heart dropped. “I love you, but I’m leaving.” The whimper that leaves him is horrific, he falls to the floor and re-reads the letters several times hoping he read it wrong, but he knows better. You spent the entire summer last year teaching him to read and you taught him good.
The grief is so large it hollows him out, he has to set the note down, so his tears don’t stain the little proof he has of your existence in his life.
Vincent Sinclair
Vincent doesn’t find the note immediately either, too busy at work to go searching for your absence. Usually, you’d be sitting with him while he works, but you had said yesterday you’d be busy, so he doesn’t ponder on it too long.
It’s midnight when he finds the note, folded neatly on top of the bed he was expecting to share with you tonight. Vincent reads it once, expression unreadable beneath his quiet stillness, but grief settles into him slowly — each word tears a new wound in his heart.
You even knew him well enough to leave several polaroids of yourself on your — his nightstand, all different angles with love notes written on the back of them. You knew he’d hole himself away and make sculpture after sculpture till he got your features right, so you figured you’d make it easy on him.
He never explains your absence to Bo, but he gets the hint. Vincent will never move what remains of your items.
Bo Sinclair
Bo reads the note standing up — BIG mistake. By the second sentence, he’s pacing, trying to calm himself, but by the end of the note? He’s livid. He’s standing in your shared room, left hand dragging against his face as an irritated sigh leaves his lips. “What the hell is this?” He yells, eyes locked on to your mug from the night before as if it’s you.
He shakes his head then rereads it, jaw locked so tight it aches. Then again. Then one more time like maybe he misunderstood, because you don’t just leave. Not like that. Not after everything he’s done for you, not after building a whole goddamn life together.
He is quick to tear through the house looking anyway. The kitchen, bathroom, outside — Hell, even the chapel down the road because maybe you’re just hiding somewhere waiting for him to cool off and everything will be fine.
But eventually, reality settles ugly in his stomach. You’re gone and he can only pray on his knees you’ll come back.
Michael Myers
Michael notices immediately, and not because he’s read the note, but because the house smells different.
He makes his way to your room and stands at the entrance for a little too long. He sees the note folded on the bed, but he can’t bring himself to go and read it. I mean, he already knows what it says, your room is nearly bare.
You’re gone, and the word settles strangely in his mind. He’s used to people being gone, he’s usually the one that makes them gone, but you aren’t supposed to be gone. You should be sleeping soundly in that little bed of yours like always.
He doesn’t understand why something that belonged beside him suddenly isn’t there anymore. You don’t get to decide when you’re gone, he does.
He will track you till the ends of the earth.
Bo Chow x reader who’s a baker 🧁 Bo needs some sweetness and some smut
Sweetheart
Summary: When a new bakery opens up a few doors down from Bo's shop, he decides to check it out. He finds himself enjoying the sweet treats but he loves the sweeter baker even more.
Pairing: Bo Chow x baker!reader
Warnings: flirting, kissing, clingy Bo, Bo being a munch, oral (fem receiving), piv, smut, MDNI 18+
A/n: I kinda rushed through the smut part so I apologize 💀
During his break, Bo was in the mood for a little something sweet. Nothing in his shop could satisfy his cravings, no, he needed something sweet, warm, and fresh. Luckily for him, a new bakery opened up a few doors down from his shop.
"I'm gon' check out that new bakery that just opened up, you want anythin'?" He asks his employee Jimmy. When Jimmy shakes his head, Bo nods, "a'right just watch the shop."
He steps around the counter and exits through the front door. He waves to a few familiar faces who have visited his shop a few times on the way. When he opens the door, a bell rings and he's immediately hit by the delicious smell of baked treats.
You walk out with a tray of freshly baked cookies and smile at your new customer. "Hi there! You let me know if you need any help okay?" Bo nods with a smile as you begin putting the cookies out on display.
Bo crouches as he looks at everything you have to offer in the glass displays which showcases an abundance of bread, biscuits, cakes, pies, and cookies. Everything looked really good, it was hard for him to decide. He watches you set the freshly baked cookies down in the corner of his eyes. "I'll get some of those actually." You look up as he points to the chocolate chip cookies you're holding.
"Oh a'right then. How many?"
"Mmm" Bo deciphers whether he should get some for his employees or not. "A dozen? Is that a'right?"
You smile happily, "more than a'right!" You grab a container and begin picking out a dozen cookies. Once you're done, you bring them to the counter and ring him up.
As Bo walks out, he brings one of the cookies to his mouth. His eyes widen and he stops in his tracks to turn to you, "this is delicious! I'll be comin' back again."
You chuckle, "I'll see you then!" Bo waves with a happy smile with cookies crumbs on his lips before leaving.
Bo meant it when he said he'd be coming back. In fact, he came by every single day during his lunch break and every day, he'd buy something different. You had a whole variety of treats to choose from after all.
The two of you would strike up a conversation each time he'd come by which would be cut short when he remembered he has a job to do and so did you. It became a daily routine to see him and you found yourself getting excited and anticipating when he'll walk through that door when the clock strikes 1 pm.
You weren't sure when he started doing it but he'd call you "darlin'" whenever he entered and left your bakery. Sometimes he'd even let "sweetheart" slip from his lips too. Your heart skipped a beat everytime he said it. You questioned whether he meant it in a friendly way or possibly more.
Your questions were answered on a fateful day when he walked in with that charming smile and those gorgeous eyes which you've grown very fond of over these past few weeks. "Hey darlin' anything new?"
"You know I always do Bo," you reply with a joking eye roll and sass sliding off your tongue like melted butter. He chuckles and you smile back as you list off the new items of the day. When you ring him up as usual, you notice his shift in demeanor. His mouth opened and closed slightly as if he was trying to say something. "You a'right Bo?"
He chuckles and shakes his head at his own nerves. "Yeah I'm good it's just– d'you wanna grab dinner some time? Like on a date?" Damn he felt like a teenager with a crush all over again. It's been years since he's felt this way about someone.
You froze in your spot after he asks. The question was so unexpected but as soon as you snapped back to your senses, you didn't hesitate to say yes. "A'right how does tomorrow night sound?"
"Sounds perfect," You smile giddily.
"Then it's a date." He picks up his bag of treats and winks at you with that usual charming smile before stepping out to go back to his store.
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Bo's head lifts up from the notepad on the counter when he hears the bell above the door ring to greet his customer. "Welcome in– sweetheart!" He smiles widely when he sees you standing in the door way. "What're you doin' here?" He rounds the corner of the counter to meet you. You wrap your arms around his neck as his goes around your waist to pull you in.
"Just wanted to come by with some treats." You dangle a paper bag in front of him and his smile widens. He takes the bag and places it on the counter to see what goodies you brought him. "Ever since I hired Elizabeth, I can do that now."
He looks up at you with his face stuffed with the chocolate chip cookies you just baked. "And praise the lord for that." His voice is muffled as he talks and you just giggle at him.
"Don't eat all of 'em Mr Chow. Save some for your coworkers." You shake your head at him as you place your finger to swipe up some of the melted chocolate on the corner of his lips and bring it to your mouth to suck it off. You don't notice the way his gaze darkens at the gesture, his eyes narrowing in on your lips.
He clears his throat, "d'ya mind following me to the back for a bit?" You nod and take his hand as he guides you to the back room. Once you're in, he closes the door and locks it before slamming his lips onto yours. The force of his kiss forced you against the door he previously shut.
Your hands weave through his dark hair. You taste the sweet chocolate from the cookies on his tongue.
He greedily grabs your ass and the back of your neck as he devours your mouth. He lifts up your thigh to hook it around him. You use the leverage to pull him impossibly closer. You gasp against his mouth when you feel something hard.
"You gettin' needy for me Bo?" You tease and he just groans in response before kissing you again.
He pulls away irritated when he hears someone call his name outside. "Oh for fucks sake." He throws his head back to stare at the ceiling. You take advantage and start leaving soft kisses along his neck, smiling when you feel his Adam's apple bob up and down.
"I'll be back," he kisses you once more and you move to the side so he can unlock the door and leave the room. While you wait for him to return, you start fixing your appearance from his greedy fingers to look presentable again.
When he returns a few minutes later, he looks at you with excitement. "Now where were we?" He tugs you back to him and moves to kiss you again but you move your head back. You smile and stroke his cheeks when he pouts, upset that you dodged his kiss.
"I should get back to the bakery, my lunch break ended a while ago and I don't wan' leave Elizabeth alone to deal with the customers."
Bo let's out a whine like groan and pulls you even closer. "Noooo stay here with me!" He drops his head on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses along your neck in hopes that he can seduce you to stay.
You giggle and continue to pet his hair, "you're seeing me later." You remove his face from your neck and kiss him. "I promise." He seems content with that and gives you a small smile.
"Fine." He kisses you once more before reluctantly letting you go and moves to the side to let you out.
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"Hey sweetheart," Bo bites his lip as he tugs you toward him. He walks back just enough to shut the front door before trapping you against it. "I missed you." He connects his lips with yours, the softness surprising you a bit.
"You saw me earlier" you giggle.
"Still. I wanna be with you all the damn time." He nuzzles his face into your neck and you throw your head back against the door to give him more access. "You cloud my thoughts every single day."
You raise a brow and smile teasingly. "Oh yeah? What kinda thoughts?"
You feel him smirk against your neck and pulls away to look at you, "why don't I just show you?" You give him consent with a nod and bite your lip as he picks you up.
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Bo hums against you as you tug at his hair while his head is between your legs. "You taste so good baby," he mutters against you. "Sweeter than any baked treat you can give me." He practically moans against you with an eye roll as if he was the one being pleasured, and in a way, he was as he ocassionally grinded against his mattress. "I could eat you out all fuckin' day."
"Bo–" you whine out.
"But I know you need me." He gives your clit one last harsh suck before moving back up and kissing you. He slaps his tip against your clit, making you squeal and flinch away. "Sorry baby, can't help but tease a little longer."
"I swear to God if you don't fuck me right now, I'm burnin' your next batch of cookies." You threaten with gritted teeth and a harsh tug to his hair. He just chuckles and lines up with your hole before thrusting all in. "Fuck!" You let out a loud moan as he slowly starts to move.
"Not so talkative now are ya sweetheart?" He pulls out until just the tip is inside before slamming in again. You can't even snap back as he bruises your g spot over and over again.
You dig your nails into his shoulders but he doesn't mind the pain. "So fuckin' good!" He lets his eyes flutter shut as he revels in the pleasure you're giving him. "You were made me for me sweetheart."
Groans and pants start falling out of his mouth, dripping down into your ears and filling your brain which thoughts of just him. All you could think of was the man on top of you right now making you see stars.
"I love you Bo!" You whimper out. You clench down on him when he starts rubbing your clit.
"I love you too darlin.' You gon' cum for me sweetheart? Cream all over my cock?" His thrusts become shorter before he ends up grinding on you instead.
"Please!" You beg him. "Please I wanna cum for you!"
"C'mon baby give it to me! C'mon!" His thrusts become harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes around his bedroom along with your moans and his grunts. "Fuckin' give it to me!" He rubs your clit frantically as your nails dig into him, your back begins to arch off the bed, and you clench harder on him.
You let out screams of pleasure when you finally reach that long awaited peak. Not long after you hear Bo start to fall apart. His hips become more erratic and messy. His jaw is slack and his eyes are fluttered shut. He opens his eyes when you brush a few strands of hair from his face and he practically melts from how beautiful you look.
A few more moans spill from his mouth before he stills and you feel him fill you up. His whole body shakes from pleasure before he collapses next to you out of breath. He takes your hand and brings it up to his lips, leaving a trail of kisses up your arm, to your neck, then your cheek, and finally your mouth.
"Did so good for me sweetheart," he breathes out, "so damn good."
If you could, could you do the Sinclair brothers headcancons with a fem reader that is the complete opposite of them? Like opposite style, personality, hobbies, etc. Take your time and no rush!!
I tried to make these opposites as accurate as I could. I wasn't too sure on the styles but I hope I got them down properly! Sorry if my writings lazy, I was tired. 😔
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《 Sinclair Brothers with an Complete Opposite Reader 》
Bo Sinclair |
Style Opposites:
☆ You had an alternative style compared to Bo, as he was more country. Whether that would be goth, punk, riot grrl, grunge, scene, metalhead, emo, ect. (Ik most of these are music based and politic based, you are this way politically and you listen to the music.) You felt comfortable and that’s all that mattered to him.
☆ Bo never really minded anyway. I mean, some of the music he listens to; My Chemical Romance, Deftones, Marylin Manson, proves that he's more on the alternative side, at least. He just doesn't express it in the way he dresses.
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Personality Opposites :
☆ You were more of a tentative person, very hesitant about things. Especially talking with Bo. You weren’t ever confident in what to say or do unless strictly instructed or told. It was even worse when Bo would flirt, or give you compliments. You always failed to flirt back, it was a mess. Stumbling over words, stuttering, saying inaudible words, mumbling, and then you'd just shut your mouth—feeling embarrassed. Or when he'd give you a compliment, it was a similar situation where you'd try to return it and say something random like,
"I like uh...your skin?" Or other things like that. It left both of you confused, moving on or just ending the conversation.
☆ Although you didn't have the charisma Bo had, he was still attracted to you. He honestly found it attractive when you would stumble over your words. You attempting to flirt or make a comback from a compliment, why, it made him go head over heels for you. He acted like he wasn't, but he was. Putting on that annoyed persona he had that might never break.
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Hobbie Opposites :
☆ You weren't much of a hands on person. You prefered to have a hobby that didn’t require a bunch of moving, so when you had free time, you enjoyed art. (Painting, drawing, crafting, ect.) Now you were very talented in your art and had great ideas. That being said, Bo would get somewhat jealous. He was never an artistic man himself. He felt envy for you, as well as Vincent. Mostly due to his past. But when you would work with Vincent on a project or help him with the sculptures, it pissed him off. You and Bo were supposed to be hanging out. Not you and Vincent.
☆ Bo acted like he was heavily disinterested in you and your hobbies... he wasn’t. Now your hobbies weren't necessarily for him, but that doesn’t mean he won't remember every little detail you tell him. Bo tried to get you to try out his hobbies, mostly working on cars. Obviously you weren't much of a mechanic and didn't understand his instructions. Which intern lead you to fuck something up, making Bo mad. He told you to leave him.
"Whatever. Just leave, a'right. Get!" Bo pointed toward the door, treating you like a dog.
He did feel bad for it later on, knowing it wasn’t your fault, but he wasn't going to apologize.
Vincent Sinclair |
Style Opposites :
☆ You leaned more toward tighter clothes on your body. You thought you looked cute in clothes like that. Now Vincent's was opposite, wearing comfier clothes like his sweater, jacket, and baggy overalls.
☆ Vincent wasn't sure why you dressed the way you dressed, since it didn’t look comfy to him. But if you were happy, he was happy. That doesn't mean he didn't think you look good, quite the opposite actually. He adored how you looked in your clothes, cherishing you.
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Personality Opposites :
☆ You were a loud and extroverted person. You would always be yapping Vincent's ear off about something and he would always listen. Along with this, you would often get loud. Which did irritate Vincent. You noticed this, and tried to keep voice control. And when you would get loud, you'd be aware almost instantly and lower your voice. This made Vincent happy that you took this seriously. You tried to break Vincent out of his shell a little, which didn’t really work. Although you could tell that when he was with you, he was a lot more comfortable. Mostly after hard days with Bo, Vincent loved coming to you, to listen to you talk, getting his mind off certain situations.
☆ Vincent didn’t mind that you were more of an extroverted person anyhow. He prefered it honestly, he loved hearing you talk. No matter what it was you would say, he'd be listening, taking in every detail. Even behind his mask, he would smile sometimes. And you could feel it. Vincent felt warm around you; safe.
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Hobbie Opposites :
☆ When you weren't working around the house or killing anyone, you'd design clothes. You made all kinds of things; hats, shirts, suits, pants, dresses, skirts, ect. You were very talented in what you did. Sometimes you made stuff for the brothers as well, mostly making stuff for Vincent. You loved making him sweaters, sometimes with little pockets either on the breast or the hips for his tools.
☆ Vincent treasured what you made for him. He'd wear it almost every day if you'd let him, only you made him take it off to wash. Once you had the brilliant idea to make outfits for the sculptures Vincent made. Vincent was on board with it almost immediately. With your talents combined, the town would look amazing. The thing he loved most about about you designing the clothes, is that they were completely customizable. Vincent would draw quick sketches of what he wanted on the clothing and you'd make it. It was great.
Lester Sinclair |
Style Opposites :
☆ You wore more cute types of outfits. Lots of pinks, pinks and whites. Very measured and praticed types of outfits. Unlike Lester's which were messy and stained, no thought put into his outfits. Though he did love your outfits. Wanted to touch you, hug you, but you wouldn’t let him until he washed his hands.
"Common' babe, just this once?" He gave you his dorky smile. You allowed him to hug you but you made him turn his hands away.
☆ Lester got very touchy when you'd wear something nice. I mean look at you, he couldn't keep his hands away. You were just so gorgeous. Lester wasn't a very clean guy, but when it came to you? Oh, he was washing his hands more often. Although it was mostly with a bottle of water he had sitting in his truck, or a water hose, but its the thought that counts.
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Personality Opposites :
☆ You were a quiet person, very shy. You struggled to get a word out in a social situation. You mostly tried to stay silent, like you weren't there; hidden. Lester didn't let you do that though. He acknowledged you every moment, even stopping his work to hang out with you.
☆ Now even with Lester spending most of his time with you, you never really got over being shy. You did feel more comfortable around him, he just wasn't able to break that hard shell of yours. He did bring out a brighter side of you, whenever you were down he was always there to make corny jokes and cheer you up. He admired you and always did what it took to make you feel safe with him.
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Hobbie Opposites :
☆ Now you were more of a gardener, sticking to a nicer hobby than a gross one. Lester, doing roadkill cleanup, wasn’t all that great for you. You couldn’t stand being around dead animals. Humans were another thing, but animals? No.
☆ Lester had you come with him on one of his runs, oh, it was horrendous. It was a mutilated deer, countinously being eat from the inside out from maggots. The stench almost making you throw up. He never took you on a roadkill run again. He did like you gardening. All the pretty flower you planted around the town, the smell they brought throughout it, making the town more lively. Sometimes you'd take your flowers and give them to Lester. He'd keep it in his flannel pocket, no matter how wilted they got, they'd always be there.
Please give your opinions on my writing and if I need to change anything. Give me constructive criticism if you feel it's needed.
Warnings : Heavily implied Stockholm syndrome, mentioned violence
Maybe its been one or two hours since Bo left, disappearing once after closing that door. You've been staring at it ever since. He usually locks it, you know that much but something seemed off about it with the lack of a firm click. In the past you would've bolted to it the moment he left to jiggle the handle in hopes that one day he'll forget to lock it, as long as you distracted him just enough. With time though you eventually gave all that up, the more he beat you down, spat on you as he belittled you, the less you bothered. It used to hurt, everything did from your wrists to your ankles, nowadays its all so numb it's like your nerves just fizzled away. As the pain eventually numbed down with endless counts of torture filled nights, so did your mind. Your brain so numb at times it might as well been lobotomised at his hands. Those cruel, unloving and yet so comforting hands you've come to miss in time. During the days when hes absent, you could imagine yourself taking those hands and breaking his fingers all the way from his thumb to his pinkie. During the nights however when he was around, you could just melt into those hands as he cupped your cheeks and let you know just how little you meant to him as a human being. He'd continue speaking down to you in such a dehumanising manner even as he'd sharply pull your hair back in a fist and pushed you down to your battered knees and yet all you could do is let him, as long as it resembled affection. Sick, conditional affection you couldn't help but crave and despise at the same time.
You knew something was wrong with you the moment you began to miss his presence, as soon as you started looking at him as something more than just a sick piece of scum. The door creaked open and you proved it to be true as you focused your gaze on Bo, stood in the doorway with a momentarily thoughtful look before breaking into a shit eating grin.You wanted so bad to slap it off his face until he came into the room, finally locking the previously unlocked door behind him. All he had to do was put those filthy hands on your body and all of a sudden you were the filthy one, locking your lips with his in a moment of desperate want. That attention you wanted so badly, a hole in your heart that only bo could be the one to fill.
Ngl I love your Sinners fanfics since they're the only ones that are closer to getting Cornbread content. I do have one request in mind right now: Since you did one on the reader getting jealous how would the vampires react to being jealous themselves?
Cornbread
Cornbread sees it and sighs like you’re giving him extra work. “Oh hell no…don’t make me get up.”
He tries ignoring it for a minute. He wants to avoid the effort. But when the flirting continues? He stands, cracks his neck, and strolls over with the slow confidence of a man who knows everyone should be scared of him.
“Move along,” he says simply.
If they don’t? He steps closer. Too close. “I said: move along. Champ.”
Then he puts an arm around your shoulders and grumbles: “Why people always gotta go after what’s mine…? Should I tattoo my name on your forehead for ‘em to get the fuckin’ point?” Proceeds to kiss said forehead and you both walk away.
Stack
Stack acts amused. That’s how you know he’s jealous. Some guy at the bar buys you a drink? Stack starts grinning like he’s watching a comedy special.
“Oh this is adorable,” he says, leaning back. “Lil’ man thinks he has a chance.”
The stranger gets cocky and touches your arm. Stack’s smile disappears instantly. He stands slowly, walks over, takes your drink from your hand, downs it in one go, then wraps an arm around your waist.
“Lemme help ya out, buddy,” he says pleasantly. “That one’s taken.”
The guy scoffs. Big mistake. Stack leans in close enough for his eyes to flash red. “Now walk away before I stop using manners.”
Afterward he’s all smug—pulling you into his lap, kissing your shoulder, muttering: “People got real bad survival instincts around you, baby.”
Mary
Mary gets real mad real quick. You’ll be chatting happily with someone and suddenly realize Mary’s gone quiet beside you. Very quiet. Then she smiles politely at the person flirting with you.
And somehow that’s worse.
“Oh sweetheart,” she says softly, “I think you’ve misunderstood the situation.”
The room suddenly feels ten degrees colder. The flirt nervously laughs. Mary doesn’t. She steps beside you, smooth as silk, and gently fixes your collar like she owns you.
Because she does.
“You’re wasting your time,” she says sweetly. “They’re already spoken for.”
Then she takes your hand and leads you away with perfect elegance while the poor soul behind you reconsiders every life choice they’ve ever made.
Bo
Bo gets OFFENDED. “Are you kiddin’ me right now?”
You’re just standing there while some stranger flirts. “Nah, nah, hold on. I leave ya unattended for FIVE minutes and suddenly folks think there’s applications open?”
He marches over, grabs your waist possessively, and points at himself. “Do I look dead to you? ‘Cause I’m standin’ right here.”
The stranger awkwardly apologizes. Bo just laughs humorlessly.
“Damn right.” Then he turns to you with narrowed eyes. “And you. Smilin’ all pretty at people. D’ya enjoy seein’ me suffer or somethin’?”
Meanwhile his hand never leaves your hip the rest of the night. Not once.
Bert
Bert gets jealous in the funniest possible way.“OH this motherfucker’s flirting.”
You almost choke laughing because he says it with genuine betrayal. The stranger tries to introduce themselves and Bert shakes their hand aggressively.
“Hi. Husband. Existing husband. Current husband. Permanent husband.”
The person leaves almost immediately.
Bert turns to you, offended. “Did you SEE that? Right in front of me! The nerve!”
You’re laughing too hard to answer. He grabs your face dramatically. “Baby. How dare ya?! I’m sensitive. Delicate. Frail. I demand kisses! Now!” Proceeds to kiss you all over your face.
Five minutes later he’s over it and asking if you wanna get fries.
Joan
Joan’s jealousy is terrifying because she remains perfectly composed. Someone flirts with you at a bookstore café and Joan simply watches from across the room.
Calm. Elegant. Deadly.
Then she closes her book, stands, and glides over.
“Darling,” she says to you warmly, completely ignoring the stranger at first. “There you are.”
She kisses your hand. Only then does she acknowledge the other person with a small glance. “…Still here?”
The flirt stammers something awkward.
Joan smiles faintly. “How persistent.”
You can practically hear the person’s survival instincts activating. Joan loops her arm through yours and walks away without another word, entirely confident you’ll follow.
You do. Obviously.
Annie
Annie gets clingy when jealous. Someone compliments you and suddenly Annie is attached to your arm like glue.
“Oh wow,” she says brightly. “That’s so sweet! They are beautiful, aren’t they?”
You can already hear the danger underneath the cheerfulness. The stranger nods nervously. Annie smiles wider. Then she kisses your cheek. Then your jaw. Then your temple.
One after another until you’re laughing.
“Annie—”
“What?” she asks innocently. “I’m just loving my partner.”
The stranger excuses themselves almost immediately.
Annie waits until they’re gone before hugging you tightly. Then she asks for cuddles as compensation for her suffering.
Remmick
Remmick notices immediately.
Doesn’t matter if someone just smiled at you for too long or touched your shoulder in conversation…his head snaps towards it. At first he tries to behave. He stands there with his arms crossed, jaw flexing, eyes narrowed into slits while he watches some idiot laugh at your jokes a little too eagerly.
Then you smile back. Oh, now he’s suffering.
He lets out the most wounded sigh imaginable and mutters to himself:
“…Aye. Fine. Cool. Great. Love that.”
You don’t even realize he’s crossed the room until suddenly he’s behind you, chest against your back, chin dropping heavily onto your shoulder.
“Hi,” he says loudly with a large fanged grin.
The poor soul flirting with you goes pale immediately because Remmick is staring at them like he’s mentally measuring their coffin.
You try not to laugh. “Remmick—”
“No, no, continue,” he says sweetly, smile stretched too wide. “Don’t let me interrupt ye flirtin’ with me beloved.”
The person says. “I wasn’t flirting.”
“Mmhm.” He does not believe them. One arm snakes around your waist possessively.
“…D’ye mind?” he finally asks them. “Yer seconds away from becomin’ dinner.”
They leave QUICK. The second they’re gone, Remmick turns to you with narrowed eyes.“Did ye enjoy that?”
You grin. “Maybe a little.”
“A little?! Oh, that’s cruel. Yer cruel.” He clutches his chest dramatically. “Flirted with another man right in front o’ me beautiful giant eyes.”
“I smiled at him once.” You tried to justify yourself.
“TWICE.” Then he proceeds to drag you away by the hand so he can sulk in private. Except his sulking mostly consists of him wrapped around you like an overgrown bat while grumbling into your neck. “Should bite people who look at ye too long. Would solve a lotta problems.”
You laugh and kiss his cheek.
He immediately softens.
“…Alright,” he mumbles. “Maybe not bite. Maybe just hiss at ‘em. Very loudly.”
I don't know about you but im a sucker for puppy eyes and i really love your writing i adore it so just wondering. How would Sunny day Jack or Dachabo react if they did find an Mc which could be easily won over with their puppy eyes? and how would they use this to their advantage? thank you love you <333
Note: I saw this and couldn't get it out of my head cause it's so adorable.
Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, DachaBo
Character(s): Sunny Day Jack, and Bo
Pairing(s): Sunny Day Jack x Gn!Reader, Bo x Gn!Reader
Sunny Day Jack
Jack's first tip-off of your weakness was an interaction with your dog. How easily you were to give in to the adorable pooch when she begged for a treat or a bite of your chicken.
At first, Jack thought himself silly for even thinking about testing out this theory. Surely it only works because it's your dog. However, one night, while trying to convince you to go home and spend time with him instead of having drinks with your coworkers. He gave you the best puppy dog eyes he could muster with the promise of cuddles and watched you folded IMMEDIATELY.
At first, he was surprised it worked so well. Even to the point that he didn't fully believe it until he tried for a second time and once again watched you instantly fold to his whims.
Once he learned of this, he used it not only to keep you to himself but as a manipulation tactic. He tries to do subtly so that you won't catch on that he is using it to manipulate you.
Wanna go out? "But sunshine." 🥺 "Don't you want to stay home, cuddle, and watch your favorite show?"
friends want to come over? "I thought we were going bake together today?" 🥺
As you're sitting on the couch cuddled up to Jack and your dog, you begin to wonder. What happened to all my other friends?
Bo
You tipped Bo off immediately when the two of you first interacted. Not only did you coo and gush about how adorable he was, but your room had an adorable, and sweet asthetic.
So he didn't even really have to test it out like Jack did.
One day, you mentioned having to go to a friend's birthday party. You were gonna leave his device behind. You didn't want him to say something to tip someone off after all, right?
Well, Bo didn't seem to think seem to agree. At first, he tried to talk you into it. Promising he won't speak out of turn or to your friends, and that he just wanted to be close to his puppy!
When you still refused to give in was when he pulled out the big puppy dog eyes followed by a whine. That was it all it. He was at the party in your hand, getting the admiration of all your friends with all his neat tricks. While also making sure there aren't any "threats" around.
After you confirm to him your weakness, he takes no shame exploiting it to get what he wants. It does it so naturally due to his dog qualities that you can't even tell he is using it as a weapon. You thought that's just who he was.
Are you trying to leave him in his device alone? Please don't leave me alone, puppy 🥺 let me go with you
A friend who clearly wants more from you wants to hang out more? Puuuuuupy! 🥺 You said that since you had left me for work, you would spend extra time with me!
Once he gets out of his device? Forget it. Either your never leaving your house again because he is breeding you over and over, or he is attached to your hip growling at everyone who comes near.
You were out in the town, having a fine day. The sun was shining, but there was a subtle breeze that made it somewhat bearable. You needed to pick up a few things for dinner…so you decided to go pay your husband’s store a visit. He had plenty of necessities and food ingredients, so he was the best option for just about anything. Plus, you just wanted to bother him.
Bo was looking out the window, it was a bit of a slow day for him after all. He saw you walk up to the store and he quickly formed a smile. When you walked through those doors, he spoke up.
“Good afternoon. What cha need, honey?” He leaned forward over the counter, palms against the flat surface of the sturdy wood. Looking at you so softly, like you were his everything. You chuckled and pressed against the counter. “Just needed to pick up a couple things for dinner tonight.” Bo quirked an eyebrow at you with interest, a sly smirk replacing the warm smile on his fave. “You cookin? What cha got planned?” You shrugged your shoulders and played dumb.
“Dunno yet. And it’s a surprise, I’m sure you’ll like it.”
Bo scoffed at your feigned ignorance and stood up straightly with arms crossed against his chest. Tilting his head at you.
“So I’m just gonna have to wait and see, huh?”
“Yup.”
“Whatever, go get what ya need.”
He leaned over the counter to press a kiss against your lips. His lips were soft and had a subtle sweetness to them. Like he had been previously eating some candy bar before you stopped by. He kissed you softly, yet passionately—and you kissed him back, equally as soft. Then you broke away the kiss—and he tried to chase your lips again. A small smirk formed on your face at the thought of something…Unable to hide your smirk of mischief. “Actually…could I talk to ya for a moment? Privately?”
You subtly pointed your gaze towards the supply closet behind you. His expression shifted into confusion for a moment, then into curiosity. He took a look around for a second…he supposed nobody had been coming in super often. They could go without someone in attendance for a small moment. He then nodded.
“Uh, sure.”
He stepped out from behind the counter and you followed him into the closet. You then closed the door and locked it behind you. “So, what’d you need to talk abou—“ You pulled him close and pressed your lips against his. The kiss was rougher—more passionate than before. He didn’t back out, only holding you by the hips to pull you impossibly close to him. The two of you chest to chest. He opened his mouth a little, allowing you to explore his mouth with your tongue. Letting out a satisfied hum when you did so. “Hmphh….” You occasionally licked his lips and swirled your tongue inside his mouth. Tracing the roof of his mouth and the inside of his cheeks. Then you pulled away and he took the opportunity to catch his breath and talk. “H-Hey…what if people are expectin’ me?” He didn’t truly care about that—honestly, he was too caught up with making out with you to care. You gave him a look. And he read it perfectly well.
“Right, right…”
He pressed his lips against yours again and moved one of his hands down to untie his apron—but you caught his wrist before he could. “Nah, keep it on.” He nodded his head obediently and guided you over to the small, but sturdy table. Sitting you down on it as he continued to kiss you. His kisses moving down from your jaw to your neck, softly sucking on your soft skin. Not enough to blossom into little bruises, however. You smirked and pulled away to take off your panties, sliding them off of you. Bo proceeded to tug down his suspenders and lift up the apron he wore—Hurriedly pulling himself out of his pants, aching and hard just for you. You leaned back on your elbows and watched him. You could see that there was a bit of precum already leaking out of him just from all the heated kissing. He then pressed the head of his dick against you—and slid himself inside you, holding your hip like he needed something to keep him grounded. A soft moan escaped from you, meanwhile Bo released a shaky sigh at the feeling of you around his hardened dick.
“Haah…(feels like heaven…)”
He began pumping his cock inside of you, holding onto your hip tightly with his free hand. “F-Fuckk Bo…” You gripped his shoulders tightly and moaned into his ear. He shuddered and twitched inside you from every little noise that escaped your lips. You smirked at his reaction and cooed into his ear. “Feel good, don’t it, Bo?” He nodded his head and ducked his head into the crook of your neck. Moaning unabashedly against your skin, thrusting into you faster and harder now. He knew he had responsibilities to get to…but he couldn’t afford to care. The fact he was doing something he shouldn’t be, made him even more turned on.
Before he knew it, he was on the brink of cumming already. He pulled his head away from your neck and looked at you properly. “Oh—! Baby, I think…m’gonna cum already. Feel so damn good!” You smiled at him cheekily and shook your head. Pecking a kiss to his lips before you spoke up teasingly. “C’mon…think you can hold out longer, hm?” You purred, raising a hand to trace his jawline. He whined and nodded his head, he slowed down his pace a bit though. Knowing if he kept it up, he’d definitely cum without you being ready to—And before you allowed him to. He kept fucking into you, deep…but not fast like before. Letting you feel every inch of him—feel the way his head nudged against your sweet spot. He dripped you harder, enough to bruise. It definitely hurt a bit but you didn’t mind it. The pain felt damn near pleasurable in the moment. “Ahh…that’s it, Bo. You can go a little faster for me.” He let out a breathless laugh as nodded his head. He took a shaky exhale as he thrusted faster into you, still trying his best not to release before you did.
You moaned at the feeling and pulled him into a deep and sloppy kiss. Grunting and moaning into his mouth at every deep thrust inside you. He perfected hit that sweet spongey spot every time. You raised one of your hands to grip at his hair, lightly tugging at the sweaty strands. He laughed and released more noises of pleasure at it. He let out soft moans and begs for you to let him have his release. Tears prodding at his eyes, needing to cum more than anything. You grew increasingly more sensitive to his thrusts, feeling a familiar sensation of tightness just below your stomach. You were close to cumming—“Ahh…fuck, so deep in me. Gonna cum soon..!”
Bo nodded his head in understanding and stayed with the pace he set. Knowing it was perfect for you. “Uhuh—I got ya, baby…f-fuck, can I cum too? (Please, baby. Can’t keep it in no more.)” You nodded your head and held onto him tighter. Your face burried into his neck, your moans coming out muffled against his skin. And you finally released—gushing around his dick with a poorly muffled yell of pleasure. He came shortly after you did. Hot spurts of sticky white shot out of his dick, filling you up with it. Softly nudging his hips to help through the intense pleasure. It…took a moment before it finally stopped, and he pulled out. The two of you caught your breath afterwards. Bo finally speaking up after god knows how long. “Hah…you felt so damn good, honey. Let’s…get properly adjusted, yeah?”
The two of you got dressed again, and Bo let you have some water. Cleaned up whatever sweat ya had on yourself and kissed ya sweetly. He didn’t exactly get all neated up like you did. He came out the room looking disheveled, while you looked as good as you did when you entered. And he proceeded to get back to work.
