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sanguine
bo sinclair x afab!reader
rating: explicit
word count: 9.5k
In them, you see yourself. Another girl who wandered off the path, leaving your trail of breadcrumbs dribbling out of your basket so that you could find your way back later. But the breadcrumbs are food for hungry birds, and your trail disappears. You end up here, in the heart of the forest.
You’re alive, for now.
Packed to the brim with illusions to fairytales. A cautionary tale that never really ends.
Please mind the tags on AO3! This fic is extremely miserable and icky. He’s very vile.
VERY WEIRD and abstract prose, heavily focusing on the deteriorating state of the reader’s psyche and derealization. Features: orgasm denial, a heavy lean on horror elements/imagery, emotional manipulation, and SO much pain and misery! He’s canonically such a piece of shit and we are putting a piece of paper under him and the poor reader and trapping them under a cup. To study them.
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#like. pls read the tags#I pull no punches w/ this one. he is very terrible and I hate him a lot !! that's why I write this bizarre shit lmao#this shit is vile vile and I'm postin it :) hehe. drinking that fucking die juice that makes u fuckin die :)#bo sinclair x reader#my fics#THIS FIC IS WEIRD!!! IT'S WEIRD LMAO#can be read in conjunction w/ some of my other fics but can also just be a standalone idk#postin this n scuttlin away like a beetle#house of wax#bo sinclair#x reader#slashers x reader#slasher fandom
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YES HELLO I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS AND I HAVE JUST FINISHED READING THIS WITH MY CRUSTY ASS EYES
I am foaming at the mouth. VILE. SO VILE. BUT YOU'RE SO TALENTED IT'S SO WELL WRITTEN.
sanguine
bo sinclair x reader
rating: explicit
word count: 9.5k
In them, you see yourself. Another girl who wandered off the path, leaving your trail of breadcrumbs dribbling out of your basket so that you could find your way back later. But the breadcrumbs are food for hungry birds, and your trail disappears. You end up here, in the heart of the forest.
You’re alive, for now.
Packed to the brim with illusions to fairytales. A cautionary tale that never really ends.
Please mind the tags on AO3! This fic is extremely miserable and icky. He’s very vile.
VERY WEIRD and abstract prose, heavily focusing on the deteriorating state of the reader’s psyche and derealization. Features: orgasm denial, a heavy lean on horror elements/imagery, emotional manipulation, and SO much pain and misery! He’s canonically such a piece of shit and we are putting a piece of paper under him and the poor reader and trapping them under a cup. To study them.
read it here
#go give it a read yall#nasty mechanic man#but i still wanna run my hands thru his hair#hug my legs you evil little thing#postin this n scuttlin away like a beetle#<- i trap you in a cup and tie a string around you so you can fly around but cant get away while i scream#ventiswampwater#bo sinclair
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