-you’d Start Off Helping Him Out And Quickly Move Up The Ranks Until You’re His Direct Right Hand

Let’s play a game of Laster tag!!!!!!!!!

You In or not???????

By the way I can’t imagine Hannibal lecter ever playing a game of laser tag but it’s fun to imagine.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Listen, listen LISTEN

Imagine Bo as a kid, using a chair to reach the kitchen counter just to make Lester his favourite snack. And like Lester is at the door checking their parents aren't coming.

AND HE STAYS WITH LESTER UNTIL HE HAS FINISHED EVERYTHING CAUSE HE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE'S AT LEAST EATING SOMETHING SINCE THEIR PARENTS TEND TO FORGET ABOUT LESTER.

And he likes LISTENS TO LESTER WHEN HE RANTS ABOUT THINGS HE LIKES ECC CAUSE BO KNOWS HE DOESN'T HAS MANY PEOPLE PAYING ATTENTION TO HIM

AND EVEN NOW THAT THEY'RE GROWN UPS BO STILL REMEMBERS WHAT'S LESTER FAVOURITE SNACK AND EVERYTIME HE VISITS HE MAKES IT FOR HIM AND KEEPS DOING THE SAME THING OF LISTENING TO HIM

HE NEVER FORGETS ANYTHING LESTER SAYS AND NEVER MAKES HIM FEEL STUPID OR ANYTHING. LIKE HE GENUINELY ENJOYS SPENDING TIME WITH HIS LITTLE BROTHER

Bo is the best big bro ever, anyone who disagrees can CATCH THESE HANDS

YES BO IS SO SOFT FOR HIS BROTHERS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

and making snacks for Lester? as kids and even adults?? especially Bo of all people, who constantly had trouble with his parents anyway???

like, I also think that Lester always brings Bo and Vincent snacks when he goes out grocery shopping

they all know each other's favourite snacks and foods and tbh Vincent will totally listen to Lester rant while doing art too, and Bo and Lester let Vincent show them his new works - maybe not the wax figures, but more personal things definitely

👋 I like your shoelaces.

I would immediately ask him the stupidest questions. “Did you have toilets back then?” “Do you know what an oven is?” “Things must’ve been great before guns were invented, huh?”

Uncommon Intimacy

Black Noir x Female Reader

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Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) 

Dirty talk, praise kink, male and female masturbation, phone sex/sexting, descriptions/mentions of oral (m and f receiving), sub/dom dynamics, established relationship, some fluffies, ASL usage.

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A/N: Baby baby BABY I MISSED YOUUUU

Also, thank you @thesleepingmusicneek for beta-reading 😊❤️

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“Noir, baby,” Huffing out a dramatic breath, you toss your head back. “Please.”

Pathetic in nature, both your small sound and theatrical movement, you know it does nothing to win him over. Noir’s shoulders jerk slightly, rising and falling from the humor he finds in your current state. But he doesn’t judge you, he adores you.

“Baby, can I take off my panties?”

Lifting your head, you’re met with the incredibly erotic sight of him, yet again. Sitting in that black office chair, surrounded by nothing but the basic amenities of his hotel room. As usual, that second skin is on, his hardened suit and sleek, black armor. Although, one piece is missing. 

“Please?” Asking again, your eyes focus on his hands, watching intently.

He’s made himself comfortable, laying back in the chair and slouching slightly as he touches himself. Noir always started out with a gradual pace, fisting himself with long, slow strokes. He looks so full, and if you watch for long enough, you’re sure to see him throb. His tip is already leaking, small droplets of precum sliding down his shaft in a way that makes your mouth water. And you stare openly, wantonly; you’ve missed him far too much to be shameful of your needs.

“Don’t you want to see me?” You plead, breathing heavily. You’re rubbing your palm over the space between your legs, he’d allowed that much. The only fabric between you and your hand is that of your panties and it makes you ache, the wet spot on the very center of them only growing with each passing moment. 

“Don’t you want to see how wet you make me?” 

At this, Noir tilts his head. You should know taunting doesn’t work on him. 

With a defeated and aggravated sigh, you throw your head back again. Even when you’re not looking at him, you can hear the subtle squelch as he moves his hand. Using his gloved thumb, he spreads the clear liquid around his head, taking advantage of the natural lubrication as he speeds up his motions, drawing your attention again. 

“Baby…” 

Reaching down with his other hand, Noir cups his scrotum, rolling the tender flesh in his palm while his head drops back with a light groan. He does this while he continues to fist himself, his hips bucking slightly from the stimulation. 

Tonight’s call started with just a few small texts; you telling Noir how much you missed him, asking about the conference and what he had been up to. 

Shifting slightly, he readjusts in his chair, slouching back more and in turn shoving his hips closer to the screen. His head is still back, both hands continuing to work his most sensitive parts. And he does it all through his laptop, touching himself while you watch through your screen. 

You’re aching for something and still, you wait for him, you’re always such a good girl for him. Whatever he asked of you, you did. You touched him just how he liked, when he liked. You undressed yourself when told to, you touched your tits when told to, you pushed one and then two fingers past your slippery lips when he told you to. And when you’re like this, it makes him proud. 

Helplessly, you whimper, inadvertently pulling him back to the most magnificent memories. You’d been apart for weeks and on nights where you fell asleep before he came back to his hotel room, they’re all he was left with when allowing himself release. He never liked to look at any pictures or videos that weren’t of you. There was one specific memory that he’d gone back to far more than the others; the night you had together before he left. He’d stripped you bare, cupping your tits until he nodded at you, telling you to lay down and play with them. It intrigued Noir, seeing how you liked to be touched. He grabbed your thighs while you did it, wrenching them apart before his fingers played with your lips. Specifically though, he’s thinking about what happened before this, just before he’d pulled you into your bedroom to have you. When he got home that day, you were already waiting for him. You’d been dressed in a simple, black lingerie set he’d bought you a while back; it’s his favorite one, it looks stunning on you. The sight alone made his knees weak, and when you took him by the hand to lead him over to the couch, he all but crumbled at your feet. He sat back, legs spread wide while you removed the armor around his pelvis. One of your best sexual talents was oral, he’d never met anyone who swallowed him like you do. And you loved to play with his balls, too, not dissimilar to the way he’s playing with them now. You loved to hold them while you sucked on his tip, fondle them with your fingers and palm while going down on him. One of his favorite moves was when you lowered yourself to suck on them, jerking him off in your hand while staring up at his mask. That always made him cum, and thinking about it now makes his hips rut up into the hole of his fist.

Noir can see the dampness on your panties when he lifts his head, groaning when he watches you rub yourself again. It seemed a little oldschool, but Noir loved doing this on your laptops; it gave him the quickest opportunity to send a message if and when he wanted to. Which he does right now.

Wider.

“Yeah? You want to see more?” Tilting your head with a small, almost bashful grin, Noir watches as your legs shift. But they don’t spread.

Impatiently, he releases himself, now using his hands to communicate with you. He often did this when becoming irritated, at least in these situations. He wasn’t asking anymore, he was demanding. And while Noir lacked the ability to offer facial expressions, using his hands to communicate could still be effective in certain instances. Repeating the word with his physical motions, Noir brings both fists toward each other, his pointer knuckles extended a bit. His left hand is then sternly dragged away, almost as if he were pulling an invisible string straight across his chest.

It makes you shiver, seeing his biceps bulge from it, those gloves fingers wrapping around himself as he settles down again. Doing as he says, you part your legs, now wide enough for him to fully see your dripping secret. And as soon as you do it, he’s grabbing himself with both hands, chest tightening from your promiscuous act. Running two fingers down your center, you can practically see Noir’s moan, can see the heavy dip in his chest as it runs up through his throat. He then takes one hand away, keeping one on his cock while gently squeezing the tip.

“Baby, I love watching you do this…” 

For someone that didn’t speak, Noir was surprisingly good at dirty talk. The messages he sent you made you wet for him daily, and it also helped with getting to know what he liked. For instance, you know he likes when you play with your wetness, showing him what he’s done to you. He likes seeing the clear strings connecting your fingertips to your pussy when you finally pull them away. He loves seeing your ass, seeing it move and jiggle, watching you bend over and feeling it slap against his pelvis when you ride him. Noir also liked when you whined, he told you how tiny and helpless it made you sound. 

For just a second, Noir lifts his dominant hand, leaving himself completely unattended. His erection sits against his armored stomach, twitching once while it waits. Briefly, you wonder what he’s doing, but then you hear him spit. The sound is forceful and wet, and when his hand returns, you can see the saliva on his glove. Your airy moan hits the air when he does it, watching his fingers wrap around his swollen length once again. But then he sighs, the end of it turning into a dark groan. Moving backwards slightly, he allows you to see him fully. While he’s still entirely suited, there’s something different about seeing all of him on the screen. The breath he inhaled is released slowly, firmly, his head tilting down as his eyes zero in on you. The air of your encounter shifts. 

“C… can I?” You repeat, this request more timid than the ones before. His gaze is no less than terrifying and intimidating. 

Noir waits for a moment, and so do you, before he finally nods. All at once, relief and excitement flood your body. While pulling your legs up you also reach down, grabbing your panties and sliding them down your legs. You make a little show out of it, your happy smirk visible as you remove them slowly, much slower than he would have done himself. And when they’re off entirely, you plant your feet on either side of the keyboard, displaying your center perfectly. 

Beneath his mask, your lover’s teeth dig into his bottom lip. You’re fucking dripping for him. Your lips are shiny and pink, and he knows you must taste like heaven right now. Usually, you smelled like it too. 

“Thank you,” Comes your breathy expression of gratitude, fingers swirling around your little, reddened bud.

At this point, your eyelids are dipping, only able to focus on the screen while pleasure and excitement begin to consume you. And you know exactly what he means when his next message comes through.

Let me see it.

The laugh you exhale is light and playful, keeping your eyes on him while dipping a single finger inside. And as soon as your expression changes, he rolls his eyes, head lolling to the side.  Removing your finger, you slide them over the seam of your sex before pulling them away, showing him the glistening strands. Christ, you looked so magnificent like this.

“Baby,” Your sudden whine prompts his head to shoot up, looking directly into your eyes. “I miss you, miss having you in my mouth.”

At this, his hand picks up again, moving quicker than before. His deep groans and shallow grunts now begin filtering through the speakers of your laptop, a subtle prompt for you to continue. 

“Love the way you taste on my tongue…” Gently, you rub yourself, applying light pressure in the exact way he would. 

And it’s true, having Noir in your mouth made you satisfied like nothing else. The taste of him on your tongue, his girth weighing heavy as it leaked into your throat… his smell just beneath your nose, thick patches of curls tickling your face whenever you choked. And more often than not, he’d hold you there, only needing one hand to keep you in place. 

In a display of weakness, of emotional vulnerability, Noir whines. His free hand lifts, pointing to his chest and then his chin, before extending that same finger out to you. And inside, your heart bursts for him. He misses you.

“Tell me, baby.”

I mis ur beautifl mouth

His words make you grin - you know when there are errors in his typing, it just means he’s losing focus, getting too wrapped up in the moment, in whatever wondrous activity he’s doing with you. In your mind, it’s almost like he’s stuttering. 

“Ugh,” With soft motions, you sway your hips, sliding a second finger inside and trying to reach as deep as you can. 

Sometimes, Noir could be so sweet with you. He has a plentiful amount of loving nicknames that he used regularly with you. And when he was home, he was ever the doting partner. Everything you could ever want, he gave you. But more important than that, Noir gave you his time, his patience, his love. Things that ran low within him. But he saved every ounce of those traits for you, only you. 

“I need you.”

Soon.

Your lover’s moans then become louder, longer, pumping himself with a rapid fist while watching your fingers disappear between your legs. He can see the tendons in your arm flex when you curl them, the ripple in your thighs when they tense. And he wants nothing more than to grab them, squeeze your sweet flesh and smack your ass until it’s tingly and red.

“Ngh,” 

The sounds Noir makes force your heart rate to skyrocket, and you wish so desperately he were here to feel it, hear it. Noir loved to nuzzle into your neck, rub his nose over your pulse point and listen to your natural reactions with his heightened senses. Moments such as those created a safe space for uncommon intimacy between the two of you.

Want my mout on yyo

“I want that, baby. Fuck, I miss you. I want you so bad, Nori. I’ve really needed you.”

And when he hears these words, hears the emotion behind them, he almost can’t get to the keys fast enough.

I know baby. I know. I’m here, and I’ll be home soon

Home, the space you share with him, the space that lets your walls fall. Not just your own but his; that scary demeanor, cold and dark and ruthless to most. A terrifying shadow but to you, he’s your shadow, your protector and lover and everything good this world has to offer. When Noir is with you, it’s easy to feel safe and cared for; doting on you comes naturally to him.

“Promise?” 

In response, your love lifts his left pointer finger to his covered lips. Then, he brings that same hand down to his other, landing on its open palm in a chop-like motion.

“I love you.”

I love you sweetheart

And then, there’s a pause. The heavy rise and fall of his chest draws your attention, his deep breath, the way his fist tightens around his shaft. 

Now, let’s see my princess cum.

Thank you for ready lovelies!

Some noteworthy considerations...

I am very new to ASL (American Sign Language), but thought introducing it with Noir would be an interesting way to not only be more inclusive to my audience, but to challenge my writing style, too. Please let me know if I got anything wrong, or if you think I could have described something better in a different way! I want to be respectful to the Deaf Community and ASL users as a whole!

Lastly, all ASL interpretation pictures were made by me 😊

How do y’all write for slasher’s so easily? I could never… I’d hate to mess it up☹️

Breakfast In Bed

Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

This is the very first time I have ever written smut or anything sexual. Please please tell me what you think. (I think it's a bit cringy 🙃)

Contains: SMUT, somnophilia, cnc, oral (fem receiving), fluff, established relationship (you're married), everything is consensual.

This might be a little ooc but I'm a whore for soft Bo. I'm a whore for this man in general

The early morning sun was shining through the gaps in the blinds. The light woke Bo up, he looked at the clock that read 6am. Normally he would be getting up to start his day except you had both agreed to take the day off. Turning to lie on his back he attempted to get back to sleep.

An hour later Bo woke up again. The clock now read 7am, he tried to get to sleep again but no such luck. Sighing to himself Bo turned on his side to look at his wife, you were sleeping peacefully. Bo thought you looked like an angel the way the sunlight was casting over your face. You always had this good nature about you, something that Bo loves.

Bo slowly peeled back the duvet, planning on just getting up when he noticed your sleep wear. Which was one of his shirts that was oversized on you and red underwear. When Bo saw the red underwear that classic smirk immediately formed on his face.

Both you and Bo have a cnc kink and in your relationship whenever you are wearing red underwear it is permission or consent for Bo to do whatever he wants to do either when you're sleeping or if you're just doing random stuff around the house.

Bo shifts his body so he's hovering over you, placing a light kiss on your forehead he moved down resting between your legs. Your legs were apart from each other due to the position you were sleeping in.

He reaches up to slowly remove your underwear careful not to wake you. Spreading your legs a little wider Bo presses soft kisses along both your inner thighs. He then begins to lick up your folds. You stir slightly but Bo doesn't want you to wake up just yet so he shushes you back to sleep.

After he's sure you're asleep again, he begins to lightly suck and lick your clit. Working his mouth on you, you let out little noises of pleasure as he slips two fingers inside of you. He pumps his fingers in and out of your soaked pussy, his mouth sucking you a bit harder getting lost in your taste. You let out a moan as your orgasm approaches.

Bo doesn't hold back anymore as he stops moving his fingers and starts fucking you with his tongue. He knows that you're close by the way you are clenching around him. Your hands find their way into his hair holding on just before your back arches and your eyes shoot open. Bo's mouth was still attached to your pussy when you came, drinking in all of your juices like it's his last meal on earth.

You let out a small moan while Bo takes one last lick before removing his mouth. A small whimper fall from your mouth as his takes his fingers out, sucking them clean. He then moves up so his hovering over you again licking his lips he smiles "mornin' gorgeous, did ya sleep well?"

Smiling widely up at your husband "good morning baby, it was fucking wonderful"

Leaning down Bo presses a lingering kiss to your lips. He pulls back after a couple minutes leaving you breathless once again. One of your hands finds its way back into Bo's hair, the other placed on the side of his face. "As you've already had your breakfast, I would like mine now please."

"What were ya thinkin of having darlin?"

Pressing a kiss to his nose "you"

Every single fanfic writer that ever made Five be a sarcastic ass to his partner must be rolling like a bayblade rn because S3 literally confirmed that Five is a sappy old man who calls his wife "my angel" and cheesily says things like "come to me"

lol this dude is super sappy to his partner and there is no doubt in my mind he was a devoted and adoring husband to his bald mannequin wife😌

Hiccups and Cuddles

I'm still a little tipsy, I haven't been able to sleep. I've had a cup of tea, some biscuits and some left over pizza.

All I want is Bo so I wrote this.

Soft husband Bo looking after his drunk partner 💕

You and Bo were lounging on the couch. You had a couple of beers and were fine, it was only when Lester said you should all do some shots that it all went down hill from there.

Vincent and Lester had gone to bed a few hours ago so now it was just you and Bo.

It was when you started giggling at random things then you ended up with the hiccups that Bo knew you were drunk. Even when you weren't laughing and you were just sitting there your hiccups would start up again. Bo finished his drink in one swig before placing the empty beer bottle on the living room table.

"Come on darlin' let's get to bed"

"I'm fine *hiccup* Bo I don't need *hiccup* to go to sleep *hiccup*"

He half rolled his eyes at your drunken stubbornness "baby your literally fallin asleep on the couch and you've got the hiccups."

You began to pout at your husband's words "no i am not *hiccup*"

Bo thought your hiccups were adorable and was desperately trying not tease you. No that would be a job for tomorrow.

"I'll give you some cuddles and make you a cup of tea." Bo trying to make a deal so you would actually fall asleep in bed instead of finding you passed out in a werid and no doubt uncomfortable spot.

"Hmmm" you pretend to think about it, "ok, but you gotta carry me" Reaching your arms out with your hands moving in a gimme motion.

Bo chuckled softly at your actions. Picking you up carrying you on his hip, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck. He walked into the kitchen to make you some tea. "Ya want some biscuits darlin?"

"Yes please"

He finished making your tea, handed you your favourite biscuits then carried you and your drink upstairs to your shared bedroom.

Bo carefully dropped you on the bed, putting your drink down so he could help you get changed into your sleep wear. Which was just one of his shirts and some shorts or pajama bottoms depending on the weather. Bo stripped down to his underwear before joining you in bed.

You finished your drink, placing it on the nightstand. Snuggling up to your husband, you nuzzle your face into his chest to breathe in more of his scent. He tightens his arms around you, kissing your forehead. "Good night my love"

"Night Bunny" you fall asleep listening to the sound of his heart.