c.ws : mdni! , outdoor sex , cumplay , unprotected piv , doggy style , exhibitionism , hunted down if you squint , cnc , faint predator+prey themes , cum eating
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lester who has your body pinned against the ground, surrounded by the trees as he tears at your clothes
lester who hisses at the sight of your wet heat, his hands working to roughly squeeze at your ass, spreading you for him to see you even better
lester who teasingly sticks a finger in, only to lean over you and make you watch him savor the taste of you on his tongue
lester who sloppily fumbles with his belt and jeans while the other one holds you open, enjoying the sight of you
lester who sits up a bit just to shimmy his jeans down to his thighs, his hand wrapping around himself as he gives it a couple pumps, his groans ringing throughout the woods
lester whose too excited to even give you a heads up as he moves to raise your hips up, quickly lining himself up before roughly slamming in
lester who sounds like he lost his breath as your walls clench around him, making him pant like a dog in heat as he goals to desperately lick at your neck, savoring the taste of your sweat from being chased by him before he caught you
lester whose thrusts only get sloppier with each one, no rhythm to it as all he cares about is how deep he can get, before moving a bit to bend his leg on the side of you, letting him angle himself in even more
lester who even though is caught in his own pleasure, still needs to make his pretty girl feel good as his hands trail from your hips to your core, gently rubbing at your clit with each thrust
lester whose babbling out how good you feel, how you take him so well, how he’s so close to cumming
lester whos reaching his point when he hears your breathy moans, mewling out his name as your fingers scratch at the ground, your hips pushing back to meet his, the faint view of a tear slipping from your eyes making him hiss
lester who quickly pulls out, pumping his load on your back as he whines at the sight of you covered in him
lester who cant help but to reach out, and slip his fingers in his cum as he brings it your lips, smiling as you obediently clean them
lester who cleans the rest of you up with his shirt, helping you get up and change back into your clothes, before the two of you head for his truck, not without a slight slap to your ass as he watches you get into the passenger seat
lester who loves it every time you let him hunt you down
hello house of wax and slasher community, today I bring you…my very own Lester Sinclair ita bag!! I still have some more things to add (I’m planning on using animal bones I’ve found to make keychains like he does in the movies!), I’m also going to make photo cards for both Bo and Vincent, thank you for coming to Ted talk.
I would like to ask for slashers with a blind or hard of hearing (or both your choice) GN reader if that's alright with you? With Vincent Sinclair and Thomas Hewitt if possible, if you want to add any other slashers too that's fine! Just something fluffy and cute would be nice
How the slashers would react to the reader being hard-of-hearing(๑﹏๑)
includes : Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair & Lester Sinclair
with GN!reader, SFW
A/N : Hii, thank you for the request! I decided to only go for the hard of hearing reader, since I didn't really have a lot of ideas for the other, sorry!! Hope you'll enjoy it :)
Jason Voorhees
➛ Jason understands almost immediately before you tell him, because he notices what you respond to and to what you don't.
➛ The sounds that make you turn around, the sounds that don't.
➛ Jason spends most of his life observing, it's how he survived, so he learns your patterns quickly.
➛ Once he does? He suddenly adapts completely.
➛ And I mean suddenly. Like, you don’t even think he knows about it, yet one day you wake up and out of nowhere he’s acting the exact way you need him to so that it’s easier for you to live.
➛ The interesting thing is that Jason rarely relies on words anyway, since he doesn’t speak and the little he knows how to write he barely uses, most communication between you happens physically.
➛ A touch on your shoulder, a nod, a look, a hold of your hand.
➛ If you're separated in the woods, he becomes very aware that grunting loudly for you may not work, which means he starts using other methods. Like visual signals, or a flashlight. Anything that guarantees you'll notice.
➛ The thing Jason hates most is seeing you get frustrated with yourself, because from his perspective you're fine. Nothing about you needs “fixing”.
➛ So whenever you start apologizing for asking people to repeat themselves, Jason just stares at you like you've said something ridiculous. Then immediately redirects your attention elsewhere.
➛ Conversation over.
➛ No self-criticism allowed.
Thomas Hewitt
➛ Thomas understands before you ever tell him.
➛ Not because he figures out the medical reason, but simply because he notices you struggle and that's enough for him to investigate.
➛ Once he realizes you're hard of hearing, he becomes incredibly careful.
➛ Thomas is already a quiet person, unable make any sounds other than grunts and whines, and unfortunately he's also huge.
➛ Which means he accidentally scares you all the time… At least initially.
➛ The first time he walks into a room and accidentally startles you? He feels awful. Absolutely awful.
➛ You spend the next ten minutes trying to reassure him.
➛ After that, he starts making sure you know he's nearby.
➛ Heavy footsteps, stomping all around the house, a gentle knock against a doorway that grows louder until you turn around, a big tap on the table… Anything to announce himself and not scare you.
➛ One thing Thomas absolutely loves is when you're resting against him because then you can feel him.
➛ His movements, his breathing, his heartbeat… Everything you normally can’t hear, now you can with your touch.
➛ Communication becomes easier and he loves having you close.
➛ It's a win-win situation.
Brahms Heelshire
➛ Brahms notices because you don't react when he expects and wants you to, which immediately catches his attention.
➛ He's observant when it comes to you, almost obsessively so. Well, totally obsessively if we’re being honest.
➛ Once he realizes you're hard of hearing, he becomes fascinated. Not in a rude way, just genuinely curious.
➛ He asks a lot of questions, probably too many, most of which you don’t get because it’s hard to hear every words since many of them are muffled by his porcelain mask…
➛ That’s what he does at first. Then, he starts adapting surprisingly fast.
➛ The biggest change? He becomes much more expressive.
➛ More gestures, more facial expressions that you rarely see and more physical communication.
➛ Which honestly suits him!
➛ The downside? If somebody tries to make fun of you for it, Brahms takes it very personally.
➛ You are now witnessing the emergence of an extremely offended wall man.
➛ Thankfully, you don’t see that many people, so it doesn’t happen that much, but it somehow always does when you do see someone.
➛ Even if the person didn’t do anything to offend you about it, he’ll still attack them and swear to you he saw them mocking you or be annoyed by it.
➛ Good luck…
Bo Sinclair
➛ The first thing Bo notices is that he has to repeat himself.
➛ Not constantly, but enough that he starts narrowing his eyes every time you answer a question wrong or flat out don’t even answer.
➛ At first he thinks you're ignoring him, then he thinks you're messing with him… Then he realizes you've genuinely misheard him three separate times.
➛ The realization hits him like a truck and out of nowhere, it clicked in his mind randomly
➛ And suddenly, a lot of things make sense.
➛ Why you always preferred sitting on a certain side next to him, why you looked at his mouth whenever he spoke, why you got startled sometimes when he entered a room even thought he came in yelling…
➛ The moment he understands what's happening, he immediately becomes hyper-aware of it.
➛ Will he admit that? Absolutely not. Instead he'll start making sure he's facing you when he talks.
➛ Not because he's helping, but because "it's easier for him."
➛ Sure, Bo. Whatever helps you sleep at night.
➛ One thing that genuinely pisses him off is when other people get impatient with you. The second somebody starts doing the whole; “nevermind” thing after having to repeat themselves only once?
➛ Bo is already irritated because now YOU look embarrassed. And he hates that.
➛ So suddenly he's snapping at them instead.
➛ "The hell's your problem? Just fuckin’ say it again!"
➛ He becomes surprisingly good at getting your attention without startling you, usually by tapping gently your back to turn you towards him or flicking a light switch quickly if there’s one.
➛ He learned to do it the nice way since the first time he accidentally scared the absolute life out of you by walking up behind you.
➛ He felt horrible.
➛ You never find that out, but he did. He even had a hard time sleeping because of it, kept cursing himself out while you were sleeping peacefully next to him.
➛ Bo is surprisingly patient and soft about it, even if it does frustrate him sometimes. Mostly because he’s scared of you not hearing danger coming, like a tourist escaping and trying to attack you to escape.
➛ But now he has an excuse so you never leave his side, so there’s one positive for him at least.
Vincent Sinclair
➛ Vincent notices almost immediately, mostly because Vincent notices everything.
➛ Tiny habits, patterns, how you unconsciously angle your better ear toward conversations with his brothers, the fact you watch people's mouths or the way your expression changes when you miss a word.
➛ He figures it out long before you tell him.
➛ When you finally explain it, his response is simply; ‘I know.’
➛ Unlike most people, Vincent never gets frustrated when he has to repeat himself, for obvious reasons.
➛ Communication difficulties are something he's lived with for most of his life before him and his family learned sign language, which was surprisingly late.
➛ If anything, he becomes the easiest person to talk to.
➛ He's incredibly patient, the patience of a Saint.
➛ Never makes you feel bad, never acts annoyed and never rushes you. He knows how it feels, and he never wants you to feel like that, especially not because of him.
➛ And if somebody starts talking over you because they assume you're not smart or trying to understand? Vincent immediately gets irritated.
➛ You can physically see it, even with his mask on. The glare alone could kill.
➛ Honestly, being with Vincent is probably one of the most comfortable relationships you could have.
➛ Half your conversations end up being nonverbal anyway, even if you take out the sign language.
➛ A look, a gesture, a touch, a scribbled note…
➛ Over time, you have invented your own little language through gestures that only the two of you understand.
➛ Sometimes entire conversations happen without a single spoken word, which is relaxing for the both of you.
➛ He doesn’t have to fight to be understood without being able to speak, and you don’t have to tire yourself trying to hear or read his lips.
➛ A match made in heaven !
Lester Sinclair
➛ Lester finds out because he accidentally spends twenty minutes telling you a story you only heard half of.
➛ And when he realizes, he feels SO bad.
➛ Not because you're hard of hearing, because now he's wondering how many times he's accidentally made things difficult for you.
➛ From now on, expect a lot of; "Can ya hear me alright from there?", "Need me ta repeat that?", "Hold on, lemme come closer!"
➛ He doesn't treat you differently, he just adjusts naturally.
➛ Honestly, after a while, he even stops even thinking about it.
➛ If he notices you're struggling to hear somebody, he'll casually repeat what they said straight into your hear without making a big deal about it or even thinking about it.
➛ The thing that bothers him most is when you apologize for it because Lester genuinely doesn't understand why you're apologizing.
➛ To him, repeating himself is such a tiny thing.
➛ So every time you say sorry, he looks confused.
➛ "For what? You can’t help it!"
➛ Nobody has made you feel like it was such a normal thing, so much so, he even manages to sometime make you completely forget about it!
➛ Out of habit, you even turn towards him every time you miss a word, which makes him feel all warm in his chest from pride.
But most of that time is spent taking off your clothes. You'd rather take them off yourself and set them aside for later- because if he catches you, they're getting covered in mud and ripped off, and you won't have anything to ride home in
You make less noise without shoes on either. The debris of the forest floor hurts the bottoms of your feet, of course, but you have better chance of sneaking around that way
But he can smell you.....you KNOW he can. He crouches so low to the ground- almost crawling on all fours. Knife in his hand at the ready
The worst part is how easily you lose sight of him. Even if you manage to catch a glimpse- within seconds he's gone again: swallowed up by the forest- the colors of his hat and buttonup blending perfectly with the foliage
Your breathing probably gives you away. You can't help but shudder and shake at the thoughts of what he'll do once he catches you.....
It's not long before his fingers slither around your neck- knife poking at the vital pulse points. You feel his bulge pressing at the small of your back-
written with plus-sized readers in mind, but anyone is welcome to read it <3
here’s your warning, +18 only: smut with a smidge of plot.
contains: dry humping (no actual penetration sorry lol), car "sex", mentions of smoking, mentions of some verbal abuse towards Lester (by Bo), very stinky smelly pathetic man in a very stinky smelly truck, established relationship, no gender is specified for reader, no use of Y/N, use of "pretty" as a nickname and Lester calling reader "beautiful", I got WAY too into this and barely added any speaking parts.
not my first smut fic, but it’s been a very very long time since I’ve written one so please do be patient!!
anyways I’ve yapped enough lets get into it!
The two of you had been driving for quite some time, nowhere specific of course, just anywhere that wasn’t the town.
Bo had been chewing Lester out all day, apparently he "couldn’t do anything right." not by Bo’s standards at least. So Lester took you, and his truck, and started driving. You would only be a couple of hours, besides, it’s not like his brothers would notice anyway.
Lester had his window rolled down, one hand on your knee, the other on the wheel, and a cigarette between his lips. The radio was on a random station, not that it mattered though, the music was barely audible behind the static anyway, let alone how low it was set due to the broken volume knob.
He would sneak glances at you, laying in the seat with your feet rested in his lap. He listened as you hummed along to what little you could hear of the music, your head resting against the window as you closed your eyes.
As he absentmindedly rubbed circles on your skin, he couldn’t help but wonder how or why you chose him of all people. You must have been crazy to look past, well, everything. Everything about his family, about him. He was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of your voice calling his name, he always loved how it sounded coming from you. "Lester, baby…"
He looked over to you for a moment, trying not to look away from the road for too long. You had your hand over his know, slowly dragging it higher up your own thigh, out of instinct he squeezed it, the soft flesh was thick in his grip as it seemed to almost pour out from between his fingers.
Lester choked out an almost distressed sigh, looking between you and the road with wide eyes. He cursed himself for already starting to get hard so quickly just from this as he found a secluded spot to pull over his truck. You always did have a way of riling him up in just a matter of seconds, and who could blame him.
Having finally pulled over, Lester eagerly placed himself on top of you, not wasting a second in getting his lips on yours.
As your hands moved up, rapping around his neck, his moved down, finding their way across your whole body not willing to miss a single inch.
Lester loved your body, it was so plump, so full, so squishy, if he wasn’t careful he could almost drown in it; though it’s not like he would complain if he were to do so. He might as well have been drowning in you, it was a tight squeeze between your plush thighs considering you couldn’t spread them far in the truck with the position you were in.
Lester wouldn’t have it any other way.
He was lost in your scent, in the sight of you beneath him, in you. He was obsessed with you, and you knew it. Lester hadn’t even realized he had been grinding against you, nor for how long, he couldn’t help but let out the smallest whimper as he clung to you, humping you like a pathetic mutt. His face was buried deep in your neck, if you didn’t know any better you might think he was trying to get inside your skin.
His world almost shattered to pieces when he heard his name fall from your lips, it sounded like a prayer; "oh god, Lester… please, please…" you could have ripped his jacket with how hard you were gripping it, "faster, baby, faster…"
And he obeyed, of course he obeyed, the man would do anything you asked of him no matter how impossible or insane it was. You were everything to him, he looked at you like you were the creator of his world, and in a way you almost were.
He was almost sad when he felt himself getting close, he never wanted this moment to end. That feeling disappeared as quickly as it came when your broken moans and whines swatted it away.
He had to make sure you came before he did, he always makes sure of it. Lester finally spoke up, "you’re doing so good, pretty, please. you gotta cum, please."
He was begging for you to cum. He needed to feel you arch into him, feel your nails dig into him one last time, to draw blood from under his skin just for your own satisfaction. He didn’t stop when you finally did cum, your head hitting the window as you threw it back, mouth hanging open.
You were like an angel to him, especially as the setting sun casted an orange halo around your head from behind the window. He tried with everything in him to keep his eyes on you as he came, but in the end he gave up, eyes shutting tight as his head fell against your chest.
Lester’s hips sputtered, rhythm completely lost as he gasps, whimpers, and mutters things you aren’t even sure are words. With a final thrust, he collapsed, still clinging to you like his life depended on it as he shakily kissed any part of you he could reach. "you’re so beautiful, I love you…" he mumbled between his kisses, practically melting when he felt you plant a kiss to the top of his head before you whispered, "I love you too, pretty boy."
OH MY GOD I GOT SO LOST IN THIS
but it also feels shorter than I actually wanted it to be
I kept putting this off and not even starting it, I’m so glad to have this done
anyway, I really hope that this was good!!!
please consider liking or reblogging if you enjoyed this 🖤
Lester sinclair headcanons for how he'd act in a mlm relationship?
Ooh thank you for the good food, anon 😋
Lester in a MLM Relationship:
Warnings: language, slight homophobia (they're in the south 🥀), NSFW mentions towards the end, nothing explicit.
Lester is initially scared of his feelings towards you. He's always had gay thoughts, but never actually thought it was what he wanted. Always convincing himself that he HAD to like women because thats what his big brothers would want. Bo's constant homophobia, and even his parents before they died. Never helped the man. He just assumed every man felt curious at one point.
He finally comes to term with things, especially if you make the first move. He's even happier if he knows you reciprocate the feelings. Rather than him just assuming he was weird for even thinking about it.
He needs a lot of reassurance when you both first get together. He's convinced he's doing the wrong thing at first, but if you show him love and kindness, he's quick to push those feelings back. As long as he knows you feel the same, or even more in love. He's convinced this is where he was meant to be.
He honestly doesnt understand why he didnt just accept his feelings sooner. The longer the two of you are in a loving relationship, the more he realizes how miserable he was in his past. Single, or with his flings. Since he never really had a proper relationship before you came along.
If his brothers make any comments, he's quick to bite back. Normally the younger sinclair is quick to shut up and obey to his brothers. Not when it comes to you, though. You're his saving grace. You could do no wrong in his eyes, and he'd be damned if he let his brothers try and tell him otherwise.
If either of them upset you he's even more pissed. He can tell when youre in a mood, and if you even so much as hint that Bo or Vincent were rude towards you. Whether it be just because, or because you're his boyfriend. He's storming into their place of rest or work. Sleeves rolled up with a sneer on his face.
"Whats the big idea! What, since you're miserable I gotta be too? They're the nicest thing to come to this town and ya gotta open your big damn mouth!" He'd snap at Bo.
Vincent He'd be a little nicer with depending on the scenario. Vincent normally argues back signing "I dont trust them!" Or something along the lines. Lester normally just glares and tells his brother to watch what he says to you. (Personally, I like to think when Bo and Lester argue. It's more with their words before physical violence. Vincent is quick to make it physical, though. Which is why Lesters cautious.)
Lester loves taking you out for dates. Which consists of wandering the forest or fishing, since there isnt a whole lot to do. Or drives around the country. Sometimes he takes you with him into the town over, without his brothers knowledge.
Bo and Vincent do end up growing fond of you. Bo was initially skeptical of his brother dating a man, but he pushed his toxic masculinity aside for his brothers happiness. Vincent was just scared you were going to hurt his baby brother. Or that you were taking advantage of him to get out of their town. Both of them were pleasantly surprised when it seemed like you were put there just for Lester.
He constantly thanks you. For being his partner. For showing him who he was. He loves you so much more for it. More than he even knows how to describe. He'd spend the rest of his life with you if you'd let him.
NSFT:
When the two of you finally get to the stage where its getting hot and heavy. Lester is honestly open to trying either position. He's very open in the fact he's barely even had any experience with girls. Let alone with guys. So you'll have to help him a little when it comes to showing him the reins.
He actually finds that he loves it when you take care of him. He ends up being a switch, but he's puty in your hands when you take control. He's never had any one do that for him, and he loves it.
Hi hi !! May I request fem reader x Lester Sinclair ?
There are no posts of him having a knife play kink and I ohh so yearn for a fic of him and reader doing the diddle, and he whips his Bowie out for funzies (all consensual)
If you're not comfortable writing this I'm so sorry. Feel free to ignore it 😅
I am like one of the BIGGEST advocates for Lester Sinclair with a knife kink, and I KNOW he goes crazy with it. In a fun, consensual way.
I'm sorry this has been sitting in my ask box for literal AGES, but I promise you. I have been thinking about it since the day you sent it fr. I just needed to get my creative juices back.
It was hot out, the sun blinded him any time he looked too high up. His head swam with near-lucid thoughts, all cause of this damned heat. It made him sweat like a whore in church, and it just made him angry. Every little thing was pissing him off. The heat, his brothers, the new travelers that just came through. Everything.
You were the only thing keeping him going. All he could think about was how he got to go home to his darling angel. You came into his life like one, at least. Near swept him off his feet with your beauty. Your kindness towards him was just icing on the cake. He couldn't get enough of it either. You were all his from the moment he laid eyes on you. He made damn sure his brothers knew it too.
He remembered the first week of your guys' relationship like it was yesterday. He was a pent up man, and you indulged in damn near every fantasy he put on the table. Almost every.
You discovered quick that he was big into leaving marks on you. Hand prints on your ass and thighs, bite marks, hickeys. Anything to signify that you were his. He was giddy the first time you left a hickey on him, too. He squirmed, laughed even. He wasn't used to his neck being touched and it tickled, so of course he laughed. He flaunted the aftermath around like a trophy, as well.
Initially, this morning, and maybe even into the afternoon. He had plans of going straight to you when he got home. Pressing you up against the wall and persuading you to the bedroom. He had half a mind to do it this morning while you were asleep, but he didn't want to wake you. Not when you got to bed so late last night, from helping Vincent with his figures.
Almost the moment that he stepped through your shared home, though. He felt what little energy he had left leak from his body and into the comfort of the house. Those plans of railing you into oblivion left. And now all he could think of was a nap and maybe some food.
You had the house kept cold for him, even though he knew you complained when it was this cold. He could smell the aftermath from whatever you cooked up for yourself for lunch, earlier. The faint scent making him realize just how hungry he was after working non stop all day.
He looked up when he saw your guys' bedroom door open down the hall. His eyes lighting up when he met your face. "Hey honey," he called out, his smile growing as he dragged his feet across the floor.
"Hey, honey," you copied, giggling as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face into the crook of your neck. "I smell, m'sorry," he muttered. He took in your scent. He noticed how clean you smelt compared to him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, kissing his temple. "If you wanna take a shower, I'll warm you up some left overs?" You offered. He wanted to crumble in your arms. You took such good care of him.
"I love you," was all he could really manage. His brain still mush from the outside heat. He made sure to return a kiss to the side of your head before he made his way to the bedroom, then to the bathroom.
As the evening progressed, it wasn't long before Lester was trying to convince you to go to bed with him. Those same taunting ideas from this morning flushing back into his brain. "Sweet pea, m'tired," he'd tell you. Jutting his bottom lip out a bit as he tugged at your hand. "Come to bed with me?" He'd ask you, flashing a little smirk. You both knew what he was up to. He was terrible at hiding what he wanted.
"What if I'm not tired?" You asked, and he let out a sigh. Looking down at the couch between you both, before looking back at you. A smile on his face that made your heart race a little. "Fine, I can work with that," he chimed.
Before you could ask what he was talking about. He was on his feet and throwing you over his shoulder. Your hands and feet flailed while laughter left both of your guys' throats. You always forgot how strong he really was, and it never failed to turn you on when he used it to his advantage. A part of you wished he did it more often, honestly.
Lester walked you to the bedroom, tossing you down onto the bed with a grin that nearly stretched from ear to ear. He loved it when he got his way, and even if this didn't lead to sex. He still had you in bed where he could make you go to sleep with him. Either way, neither of you were leaving this room again until morning.
You huffed, faking annoyance as you stared up at your boyfriend. "Lester, I'm not tired," you pouted, sitting up on the palms of your hands. You jolted a little when he pushed you back down onto the bed. Now hovering over you with one leg propped up between your thighs. "How 'bout I tire you out, then, huh?" He asked, and you felt your heart race. You'd been with this man for over a year now, and he still knew how to make you hot.
He leaned down to nip at your ear, nudging it a little with his nose. "No answer, honey pie?" He purred, amused at how flustered he could make you. You were always like putty in his hands.
"My little play thing, yer so pretty and quiet tonight? I thought you were gonna fight a little more?" He couldn't help but tease you before he leant down for a kiss. You did it to him in out-of-sex-settings. So, he felt he had every right. This was one of the few times he could make you speechless, it felt like.
You felt your body shudder as his hand snaked up your shirt. Quick to palm and grope your body. All while his other hand reached for something you weren't even paying attention to. You were too focused on his mouth on yours, and his hand that was making quick work down your pants.
Your own hands were making their own adventure. Tugging his shirt up his body that you knew he'd have off even if you didn't help him. He always got too sweaty to keep it on. It was just a matter of if he was going to give you the satisfaction of taking it off now.
He did. Pulling it over his head, staring down at you with a look you couldn't quite make out.
"Can I cut your shirt off?" He blurted out.
You knew about his infatuation with knives. He had a collection that he showed you like it was his pride and joy. A collection that he often cared to by cleaning and sharpening regularly. Of course it was only a matter of time before he brought them into the bedroom. You were honestly surprised he didn't do it sooner.
You felt your skin prickle with goosebumps. The thought of a knife being that close to your skin? In the hand of your partner? It excited you a lot more than you wanted to admit.
"Yeah," you nearly whispered to him. Nodding your head when he raised an eyebrow, as if to ask 'are you sure?'
Of course you were sure. You trusted your life In his hands, everyday. You actively adjusted your lifestyle for him and his brothers. Of course you trusted him.
"I love you," he blurted out again. You could see the excitement in his eyes. Echoing back his statement as you watched him reach for the bowie knife on the bed next to you. You hadn't even noticed he grabbed it.
You watched as he pulled the bottom of your shirt down. You watched with eager eyes as he readjusted on his knees and he held the blade of the knife to the fabric.
His chest was heaving a little. But his hands were steady, and his eyes were focused. He was careful, he couldn't risk hurting his babe.
The blade ripped through the fabric. Revealing your stomach to him first. His eyes darting around a little as he tore higher up. Soon reaching the hem of the shirt, where he stopped to look up at your eyes. He stared for a moment before he looked back to the hem and the blade. Pulling the fabric up with a bit more force.
He swallowed hard, his brain thinking about all the possible things that he could do to you with this knife.
All the things that he wanted to do to you. He's just been too scared to voice it to you, in fear you'd hate him for even thinking about it.
That fear was slowly leaving as he watched how you squirmed beneath him and his blade. The cold metal touched and teased at your delicate skin. His calloused fingers tracing over close behind.
"You're so beautiful," he lulled, leaning down to kiss your stomach. Scraping his teeth over the skin. He wanted to leave something permanent on you so fucking bad.
"I love you so much, I need you to know that," he kissed further up your body as he spoke. Taking in your scent as he went.
"Don't be scared of me either," he was almost whispering now. "I wanna cut you though, I wanna mark you up and I just," he huffed a little, leaning up to look you in the eyes. "I need you to be mine," he told you. A look that almost scared you was in his eyes, but you knew it wasn't towards you. A small part of you wondered if Bo said something about you to Lester. A small part of you applauded the older Sinclair for finally pushing your boyfriend, too. If that was the case.
"Please," you almost begged. Nodding your head a little more eagerly than Lester thought you would. The bulge in his pants twitching. "Really?" He asked, and you reached for the knife in his hand. Pulling it closer to your body.
"Les', I trust you, and I'm yours," that was music to his ears. It was enough to get him back on track.
His eyes darted back down to your stomach. His hands a little shakier than before. He couldn't help it. He didn't actually think you'd say yes. He was ecstatic. Lester let out a long sigh before pressing the knife down. Sliding up before raising his weapon to view his work.
He hadn't applied enough pressure to leave a gash. Only enough to split the skin. Little droplets of red prickling from the skin. Glistening in the little light that came from the lamp beside your bed.
He swiped over the wound with his thumb. Smearing blood around the opening, and a little on his finger. Lester looked up at your eyes before he brought it up to his mouth. Sucking it off with a satisfied hum as the metallic taste washed over his tongue.
It was like something switched in him. Your own satisfaction that seemed to come from this only fed the fire that was growing within him.
"Oh honey y'done got yourself in some trouble," he growled, reaching up into the nightstand for the zip ties he kept. He helped tug you up higher onto the bed. Wrapping the plastic around your wrists while attaching you to the bedpost. All you wanted was him inside you.
He got back to work quick. Somehow managing his pants off in the process of you getting tied up. You only noticed because you could feel his dick resting on your thigh now. A reminder of what you could be having if he wasn't such a - Your thoughts were cut short by the blade cutting your breast. A sting that made your back arch and a hiss leave your throat. An amused chuckled leaving his own.
He did this for a while. Leaving soft cuts along your body. It wasn't until you started whimpering that he stopped. Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him into you. He wouldn't let you, though. Smiling and laughing as you struggled. "You're so cute like this, honey pie," he teases, finally pushing the blade harder into your skin. A yelp leaving your lips. He looked up with an amused grin. Kissing the tear that managed to escape down your cheek. "Hmm, I think I'm done, or should I leave another?" He asked, the tip of his dick finally teasing at your entrance.
"Fuck me, please," you whimpered, trying to convince him, and he snickered. "That ain't what I asked, sugar pea," he pressed part way inside you. Just enough that you both could feel it. His free hand gripped tighter at your waist as you tried to pull him closer. "Hey now," he snapped, now pulling away entirely. "My terms or none at all, ya hear?" he narrowed his eyes at you, his smirk never leaving. "Now, should I stop," He asked, holding the knife on your thigh. "Or do you want more marks?" He asked, pushing his dick in you when asking the final question.
The moan you let out was almost enough to make him drop the act and just start fucking you. He was having way too much fun though. His thumb brushing over your clit with a smirk. "Answer me," you could only nod your head though. Until he started pulling out of you, "Cut me, please, Les'," you babbled, which was enough for Lester.
His knife dug into your upper hip. Instructing you to stay still unless you wanted cut deeper. He chanced it by moving his own hips a little though. A groan releasing from his chest at the sight of his blade biting you while he pulled out of you and then buried himself back into you.
He only left one or two more marks with himself inside you before he had enough. The knife was discarded to the side so both of his hands could grab your hips for better stabilization.
"God, yer so perfect," he praised you like it was all he knew how to do. His thrusts getting deeper and harder. He always got so frantic and wild towards the end. Practically laying on you in attempts to be as deep inside you as possible. "Made jus' for me, I swear," He rambled on, biting your shoulder while grunting. His hips smacking into yours with enough force to knock sounds out of you that you didn't even know you could make.
The closer he got to finishing, the tighter his grip on you got. His thumbs digging into your hips, making a point to dig into your fresh cut a little. All while bringing his face up to lock his lips with yours. Loud, almost feral sounds coming from the mans mouth as he pushed you into the mattress with each thrust.
Until he collapsed on top of you. His face now buried in the crook of your neck as he breathed like he ran a five mile race. His body shaking a little from just how worked up he got. His dick twitching inside you as his cum leaked deep inside you.
Once he was able to. He got up to clean himself off and bring back a rag to clean you off. Inspecting each cut he left on you like a trophy. While also making sure to bandage the two he left that were fairly deep and wouldn't stop bleeding.
"Can you unhook me?" You asked through a small sigh. Your eyes were fighting to stay open and he could tell. You were still trying to catch your own breath from the whole ordeal. He nodded his head with a little smirk, but he didn't move up.
"Hmm, after a drink," he slurred a little. Pushing your thighs open with a hum as his face dove between them. Before you could even protest, his tongue was on you. Lapping you up like a thirsty dog. He watched through half lidded eyes as your head lulled back when he focused on your clit.
The harder your thighs squeezed the more he kept going. Waiting until he knew you came again, and maybe again. It wasn't until you were shaking and babbling again that he finally sat up to cut the zip ties loose.
He fell back onto the bed beside you, too. Only to scoop you into his arms and pull you onto his chest. "Mm, thank you," he mumbled, kissing the top of your head. "My perfect little angel, ain't no one gonna forget you're mine now," he hummed, pulling you closer.
