#bo x reader

[threadsun]

Z Anon Asks: "Hoi, I was wondering, (Skip this if you've already done this) , how would the SDJ boys + Barry and Bo react if they swap body with MC for a day or so? Like I imagine Jean, Bo, and maybe Barry and Ian being pervs lol. This been in my for quite some time now.

<3 ~ Z"

Content: body swapping, masturbation, blackmail

Jack:

The first thing he does is explore your body. Not for any weird reason, he swears! He just... wants to learn how to best please his Sunshine. What better way to know which spots to touch and tease than to try it out when he can feel exactly how your body reacts to it?

Other than that, it's mostly frustrating for him. He forgets that he's not as tall or as strong as he usually is, and he keeps having to use more force than usual to do things.

Ian:

He's spending the whole day in front of the mirror. Mostly touching your body, feeling every inch of it. Half in a horny way and half in a deeply smitten way. He's also admiring the way you/he looks! He's not really sure why it's so appealing, but he likes this new him!

He doesn't want to fuck anything up for you, so he's too scared to do anything else. And he's terrified you'll find out what he did with your body, so he tries to make sure there's no signs when you swap back.

Shaun:

Look, Shaun's not gonna be normal about this. None of them are. But, getting weird with it isn't his first impulse. No, first he's frantically looking for a paper and pen to write this down because holy fuck would this make for a cool horror movie concept!

Then he's seeking you out, presumably in his body, to ask if you wanna fuck like this. Because, come on, how many chances do you two have to see what sex is like from the other's perspective?

Nick:

He'd be crazy to pass up the opportunity to learn more about your body! He wants to know everything. Sexually, of course. But also what things look like through your eyes, how things taste on your tongue, what things sound like to your ears. Just everything!

He's another one who looks for you. He wants to see what he looks like and sounds like to you. He wants to know how it feels for you to hug him and be held and kissed by him. It feels so... intimate.

Joseph:

He's terrified. Not because he's not in his own body, but because he's so worried you'll get upset if he does anything at all. So for a while he just stares at himself in the mirror, stock still, waiting to turn back into himself. It takes a while to resign himself to being you for a bit.

Once he's less nervous, he'll try to find you as soon as he can. He wants you to guide him, tell him how to be you, what you want him to do. And... maybe... get permission to touch himself in your body...?

Jean:

The absolute first thing he's doing is figuring out what makes your body feel good. And what makes it feel bad. He wants to know the exact things that'll make you melt for him, and the best punishments for when you're out of line. He considers it research.

Then he wants to find you and keep an eye on you. He can't just let you run around in his body, can he? No, that wouldn't do. He'll find ways to distract you, keep you inside and doing what he wants!

Rory:

He's gonna spend a nice, lazy morning in bed just touching himself. Honestly, he didn't even notice the swap at first, this is just what he does every morning. But once he realises it's your body and your hands... well, that's not gonna stop him! It feels good, regardless.

After a good number of orgasms, he'll wander off to look for you. He likes the look of you in his body, and honestly if you're up for it, he's down to have some weird kinky sex in each others' bodies!

Barry:

Weirdly enough, sex isn't the first thing he goes to. No, he puts on his best impression of you and goes around trying to find out information he can use to blackmail you later. He's not sure what he's going to find, but he's ready to get as much dirt on you as possible.

And then once he's gotten it, he'll sit back and enjoy knowing he has you in the palm of his hand. That's when he finally lets himself indulge in your body. He makes sure you ache when you swap back.

Bo:

Listen, he needs a moment. Not having ears and a tail is a pretty big adjustment. Not to mention how bad your sense of smell is. And your eyesight? Everything is so crisp and sharp. It's weird and uncomfortable, getting used to these new senses and everything...

But once he's sort of settled into it a little, he's just excited to have full control over your body! He's touching himself, getting to know every inch of you, trying to figure out all the things your body can do~

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[yanderelovlies]

Note: THIS IS 18+! SMUT WITH NO PLOT.

Your back arched off of Jack's chest as your head laid back on his should "your doing so good sunshine." He kissed your neck as his hand moved around to tangle his Fingers in Bo's hair pushing the blond closer to your core. Taking his sign Bo's tongue delved into you drinking your essence from the source greedily.

Jack's other hand found its way to your breast squeezing it before playing with your nipple. He continued to leave kisses and bites on your mumbling praises into your skin. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten at their menstruations. "I-Im gonna....!"

With his arms still around your thighs pulls you closer making you slide down Jack's chest. Your legs wrap tightly around him as the knot finally snapped causing you and Bo to moan loudly. The blond drank was all you had to offer.

As you tried to catch your breath you could feel Jack adjust himself before trying to pull you up again. Still trying to lick clean you lr overestimated hole Bo growled trying to bring you closer to him again.

With his hand still in the Blond's hair Jack gripped the roots pulling him up to look at the two of you. Bo's eyes showed nothing less than lust and possessiveness as he glared at the man behind you baring his fangs. "Now now Bo Sharing is caring." You could feel Jack resting his head on your shoulder the arm fondling you before now wrapped around your torso. "And I'm sure you don't want to be left out of the fun part...right?" You couldn't see his face, but you could hear the cold smile in his voice making you shiver.

Letting a quieter growl Bo reluctantly moved away from you. Jack let go of Bo's hair petting it "Good boy." As Bo's hands moved away from your thighs down your legs you noticed the bruises his desperate touch left behind. However, you didn't get to dwell on it too long as Jack bent the two of you grabbing your legs in each hand "Now let's reward that good behavior hmm sunshine?" He sits back up lift your legs with him and fully exposes you to Bo's greedy eyes. "Go ahead, and take your reward."

With his tail wagging wildly behind him Bo began to unbutton and pull down his pants throwing them somewhere forgotten. You watched as he pumped the thick base of his cock before lining it up with your entrance. As much as he wanted to plunge himself into you he also didn't want to put you through any pain. So he looked at you for confirmation.

"Please, Bo...I need you!" You whined trying to move closer to him. Bo's hands replaced Jack's as he folded you plunging his Dick into you till his hips touched yours.

"Be gentle now Bo. We wouldn't want to break them just yet." Bo tried to keep that in mind as he began to move inside of you. But the way felt around, the way you moaned and call out his name flipped a switch. His grip on you tightened as his thrusts got rougher and faster.

You leaned hard against Jack finding purchase in Jack's shirt as you looked up at him. He looked down at you adoration and lust clear on his face. "You're taking him so well sunshine." You let out a moan in return. Jack kisses the corner of your mouth smirking "Do you think you could take two?"

"P-please...I wanna feel you too Jack."

Now, who was he to deny such a sweet plea "Bo be a good boy and pick sunshine up, will you?"

Bo's thrust became slower till he stopped altogether making you whine. Bo leaned down and kissed you. His tongue evades your mouth as his grip moves from the back of your knees to guide your legs to wrap around him as he wraps his arms around you. He carefully lifts you as he stood on his knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck trying to cling to him.

Not long after you felt Jack's no naked chest against your back as one of his hands run down your body. He kissed and nipped at the other side of your neck as he gave his dick a few pumps. He pulled away for a bit to spit into his hand using it to lube up his dick. Taking two is already risky he didn't want to push it.

He guided his dick to your entrance, and inside. It was odd feeling Bo's dick against his own, but once he was fully seated in you his opinion changed.

The kiss between you and Bo had long broken due to your loud moaning and whining as Jack entered. "Mm...'m so full.."

With labored breaths, the three of you waited for the pain to subside. Jack tilted your head back so he could kiss you. All the while Bo's hands moved down to grip the fat of your ass cheeks. You pulled away with labored breath and lust-filled eyes "move...please."

Using his grip began to gently move you up and down making all of you moan. The pace was slow and calculating trying not to hurt while chasing the pleasure this brought. Trying hard to keep it that way Bo bit down on your already bruised and marked shoulder drawing bits of blood and making you tighten around the two of them.

"Fasterrr..." your head fell back on Jack's should. Your body feels hot and fuzzy yet unsatisfied with the pace they set.

"Anything for you puppy." Without confirmation from the clown behind you, Bo began to move his hips with his movements helping him quicken the pace.

Jack matched Bo's movements causing all the air to leave your lungs in a silent scream. You have never felt so full in your life, and with the two of them, they were hitting spots never hit before. You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as they slowly lost all sense of self. All they cared about was chasing their own highs.

Bo was rougher than Jack pounding his hips into yours as his grip became bruising. He once again bit down on you as he growled out your name.

Jack was somewhat gentler matching Bo's rough pace. Jack preferred to praise you than leave any more marks and bruises. "You're doing so good sunshine."

"Perfect...'n tight!"

You could tell they were both getting close as not only did their pace increase but words and growls became nothing more the moans and whines blending with your own. With a final hard thrust you could rope after rope of cum fill till it was pouring out of you.

Your body went limo as Jack and Bo kept your body up. "Bo keep sunshine company......i-im going to run a bath." Slowly Jack pulled himself out of you causing more of their mixed cum to spill out of you.

Bo moved his arms to securely hold you before gently lowering you down on the bed. Bo refused to pull himself out of you whining "We can't let it got to waste puppy." It wasn't until Jack came to collect you that Bo had reluctantly left you. It pained him greatly making him whine all night till the three of you went to bed.

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[cherryskyies]

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Bo Sinclair x reader

Word count: 600

This is probably shitty ngl not proofread or nuffin but it’s all i got this writers block is out of control.

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Your eyes glance over the familiar scenery, nothing has changed on the outside, but you’re sure their wax collection has grown.

The whole drive to Ambrose you were worried they may have left, more specifically he had left, but one look around told you the three of them were still here — the fresh tire tracks leading to Bo’s old truck giving it away.

It’s an odd feeling you notice, standing so uncomfortably in the place you once called home so confidently.

His voice comes out of nowhere, direct and full of shock. “What are you doin’ here?” he asks, standing a foot behind you with a look of desiderium — not that you notice when you turn to face him. “You swore you’d never come back.” he reminds, sounding more stern.

You feel foolish in your response as regret begins to pool in your chest. “Came to see old friends.”

It sounds silly now that you’ve said it out loud and you can’t help but to step back in response to Bo’s rapid strides. “You didn’t bring the police on over with ya? If you did I swear“ he threatens, finger pointed in your face as his eyes bore into your own. “Tell me right now woman!”

You stumble over your words, this isn’t the Bo you know; or should say knew, reminding yourself you don’t know him anymore. “I didn’t — I swear I’d never do something like that.” you respond, hands shaking. But you can see he is still on edge, seemingly no trust in you or your words.

Bo steps back with a grunt, his voice much rougher when he speaks. “Guess time will tell.” but the look of pure hate doesn’t leave his eyes and it makes you uncomfortable; all of this anger was once love and the man standing before you is a stranger you knew so well.

“Would it be better if I left?” you ask, wondering why you showed up at all. “I didn’t think this through.”

He sighs, running his hands through his hair. “You never really do,” he responds, voice calmer as he watches your face heat up. “I’m sure Lester and Vincent would love to see you.” he adds, gesturing to you to follow him towards the house.

The house has remained a picture perfect copy of the last time you saw it which you found cute but unsurprising. None of the boys liked change. “They wouldn’t admit it to me, but I know they’ve missed you.” and in a way it feels as though he is admitting he missed you too and he curses himself for being so open with you. “It’s been quiet.”

You smile, moving from the entry towards the worn couch. “Not much has changed” you note, eyes landing on a polaroid picture sitting on the coffee table. The four of you were standing in it smiling, your arms around Bo’s waist. “I shouldn’t have come” you mutter apologetically, eyes tearing away from the photo and to the man in front of you.

But he’s glad to see you and he knows the others would be as well; he’d never admit that though. “You’re right,” he agrees, words betraying thoughts. “But you can leave tomorrow, you can’t drive in the dark.”

Bo remembers the two times he ever let you drive at night and neither ended well — one truck later he swore to never let you drive in the dark again.

You’re hesitant to accept his offer, nervous for what it would mean. “I’ll be fine, I’ve gotten better y’know.” It’s a lie and he doesn’t need to know that, but somehow he sees right through you and snorts at the slim possibility.

“Like I said,” he begins, eyes locking on to your own, “You can leave tomorrow.” and you nod.

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[halloweenbitch2764]

hello😊

could you please do 1-6-10-14-15-24 with Bo x fem reader?

For sure!

1- Grinding 6-Car Sex 10-Oral on Him 14-Hickies 15-Choking 24-Loud Sex

Bo Sinclair x Fem! Reader: Car Sex

You and Bo had decided to go out for the night to a local diner, which was a couple of towns over. However, the ride was doomed from the start. You had felt the familiar lust beginning to creep in but brushed it away, not wanting to ruin your date night and figuring it would go away. You two got in his truck and headed out. You had picked a nice knee-length dress, but he made sure you opted out on the underwear.

You didn't get far out of town before it set in worse. Now you were throbbing and almost sure a wet spot would appear any moment. Still, you kept quiet. You crossed your right leg over your left and watched out the window. Inconspicuously, you tried to grind against your leg to relieve the building pressure.

In reality you weren't being noticeable. Well, to anybody but Bo. Bo picked up on your little problem quite quickly. He noticed the glances you'd sneak. You eyed his lips and crotch with intensity he recognized. His cock throbbed with excitement at the thought. It didn't take long for a tent to form, his pants tight and uncomfortable.

He pulled onto the side of the road and gripped the wheel before turning his head to look at you. You were already looking at him, confused as to why he pulled over. His pupils were blown with excitement. "Get in the back."

You didn't need to be told twice and climbed in the back. He grabbed your dress and pulled it up as you moved to climb to the backseat, licking up your slit teasingly before smacking your ass and letting you move. He got in the back and sat on the seat, undoing his belt and then his dress pants. His cocktail sprang free from its confines, precum dripping down his shaft.

Your cunt ached at the sight and he pulled you onto his lap. You balanced yourself on the car seat behind him, your lips rubbing against his shaft. He let out a low groan at the small bit of contact. He was clearly VERY ready. His hands hugged your hips and he started to move your hips up and down, not letting you slip in. Not yet. You moaned softly at the friction, your clit sensitive.

After a bit he moved you off and smirked at you. "Now lick yourself off of me." His cocky grin never left. You nodded and he held your hair while you took his tip into your mouth, quickly moving down the shaft until he was fully in your mouth and you were barely avoiding gagging. He let out a moan and bucked his hips, making you gag and lift up to catch your breath. After a second you were back, your cheeks hollowing out as you sucked on him. Your tongue moved around his shaft and your head started to bob, deeper and teasingly before bringing your head back up.

His moans grew increasingly louder before he grabbed your throat, lifting you off of him. He kept his hold on your neck and moved, so he was hovering over you. You could get just enough air but still felt the restrain. His other hand moved between your legs. He teasingly rubbed your thighs, his fingers dancing on your lips before moving back to your thighs. Your cunt ached and drooled with want and a soft whine managed to escape. The smirk on his lips only grew.

His hand moved from your neck to brace himself on the door. His thumb dipped between your lips and ran down, getting your wetness on it before he let it skim over your clit. A louder whine left you. In response, his lips met your neck. He found a spot and started sucking, his teeth skimming over the spot. He pulled away when he was satisfied, and a dark bruise was left.

His finger slipped into you, moving forward and back slowly to tease. He knew your pussy was more than ready but he wasn't ready to let you have it that easily. He pulled your dress off and found a new spot on your breast to leave another mark. In the meantime, he added another finger. Your moans grew with the addition, which only made him more prideful of his work.

His fingers pumped inside of you and when he left his second mark, he couldn't take it any longer. His cock was leaking with excitement and he wanted to fill you up. He pulled his fingers away and you whined softly before he licked the fingers. He rubbed his cock between your lips and smirked down at you.

You were about to say something when he pushed into you. A moan left your lips, a bit louder than previous ones, as he stretched your pussy. "Ah~ F-Fuck~" The words tumbled from your lips. Bo smirked before he started. His cock moved in and out of you at a faster and faster pace until he found a pace he liked. It was fast but allowed him to bottom out inside you at the same time. His hand moved to your clit once more and started to rub at the swollen nub.

Moans became louder from both of you as his pace quickened. Neither of you watched your volume. There was nobody around the witness it after all. Your hands gripped at his shoulders, desperate for something as you got fucked and your thoughts became foggy. "You like that?" He asked, a moan nearly interrupting him. You nodded, too fucked out to verbally respond. "Hm?" He mocked. "I didn't quite catch that."

You simultaneously hated and loved his cockiness. "Fuck~! Yes I do!" You moaned out. He smirked and kept his pace. You noticed him move slightly and his pace became quicker. You knew he was about to finish and you were close to. His pace on your clit became rougher and more steady. It didn't take long for him to send you over the edge and he soon followed. Loud moans reverberated in the inclosed space and soon the only noise was the two of you catching your breath.

"Alright. Ready for food now?" You asked him playfully and he laughed.

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[blushing-ghost-stories]

Bo Sinclair X Reader

Reader heads down to the garage to flirt with Bo, but a misunderstanding nearly ruins their relationship before it can even begin.

WC: 2819

Genre: Hurt/Comfort?

Content Warning: toxic behaviour, abuse, violence, self destructive thoughts, Bo calls the reader Bitch and Whore, Bo Sinclair should be a warning in himself.

If I've missed something that should be warned about above in this piece, please let me know.

SFW but MDNI

“Well, well, well, looks like the lyin’ whore is finally showing ‘her true colours.” Bo’s eyes were filled with a cold fury, you could see his jaw tensing up and a vein in his neck pulsing. He wasn’t angry with you, no, he was furious.

You weren’t too sure where things had gone so wrong. Your day had started normally enough, you had woken up to the sound of Lester stomping around getting ready for his day, and you had gotten up too. You had got ready for the day and then you headed down into the kitchen to make coffee for Lester before starting on breakfast for you and Bo. Your interactions with both of them that morning had been cordial enough, being a ‘guest’ in Ambrose for the last 3 months you had started building more trust with them, and murder aside you truly enjoyed being in the town, it was the change of pace that you had needed.

After Bo and Lester had left for the day you had cleaned up a bit before you decided to do something stupid brave. You had been dancing around your feelings for Bo for quite a while, when you had first met him he was charming and you couldn’t deny how attractive you had found him. Things had changed a bit after the truth of Ambrose had come to light, the friends you had been traveling with were dead, and you didn’t explore the town much, even with the freedoms you were given, too afraid to walk into a building and seeing them staring back at you. So for the first month you had pushed down your attraction to Bo, after all, he was rude, and had a hair-trigger temper that you were still working on understanding. But then as time went on you began seeing more sides of the Sinclairs, you had seen how sweet and caring they could be underneath, you had seen how they truly cared for one another, and you desperately wanted that too, you wanted to be loved and cared for, and you knew that despite everything that had happened, you were still attracted to Bo, and you thought he might be interested in you.

And so, after psyching yourself up you decided you were going to go down to the garage and chat with Bo a bit, and maybe if you felt stupid brave enough, you’d flirt with him a bit, see if his attraction to you was real or if it was all in your head.

And that was what had led you to this point here, Bo gazing at you with barely restrained fury, looking like he might cross the garage and attack you at any second. 

“What?” You flinched backwards as he took a step towards you, barely finding your voice enough to squeak out a confused response. “I don’t understand”

“Don’t understand?” He crossed the shop faster than you had thought he was capable of, and in an instant he had your arm in a bruising grip, pulling you towards him as he got in your face, “What’s there to not understand darlin’? I was wonderin’ how long this lil act o’ yours was gonna go on for, and I guess now I know.”

“What act, I don’t - I don’t” You were finding it hard to find the words, it had been months since you had felt this amount of fear, you didn’t understand why he was so angry with you, coming down here had clearly been a mistake, now you just wanted to get away from him and get back to the house, back home, you could throw yourself into chores and avoid Bo for the rest of your life, yes, that seemed like a reasonable plan, you just needed him to let go of you, he just needed to let go. 

“Ya don’t, ya don’t what?” He was yelling so close to your face you could feel spit hitting your face as he practically frothed at the mouth in anger. 

When you didn’t immediately answer he shook you violently, nearly throwing you to the floor. That was when the dam broke, you started sobbing, unable to stop yourself, barely keeping yourself upright. You could only stand there, trembling and crying as he shook you, demanding an answer to a question you didn’t understand.

“I-I, I’m - I’m - I’m, s-” You couldn’t get the words out, barely being able to talk through the sobs wracking your body. You just wanted to get the words out, apologise for whatever you had done wrong and get out of here, but you just couldn’t.

In the back of your mind you could hear him mocking your sobbing stutter as you struggled to get the words out, he was getting angrier as time went on, you just needed to get the words out. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please,” you nearly collapsed, his bruising grip on your arm practically the only thing keeping you upright, “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He finally let you go, and you nearly dropped to the ground, luckily you were close enough to the counter that you were able to brace yourself against it to keep yourself upright. You wanted to put more space between the two of you but were scared that if you moved he’d come after you again, so you just stood there, trying to get control of your breathing, staring at the ground, trying to focus on anything other than Bo. 

“Yer damn straight you ain’t gonna try that fuckin’ shit again, ya got that.” He stepped back, giving you a bit of space, “Knew this little act of yours was too good to be true, comin' in here, thinking ya can flirt your way out of here. Well, I got news for ya, you're here for life, and that doesn’t have to be a long time darlin’ so think carefully on how ya wanna act.”

The pieces started to click into place, he had thought that you were only flirting with him to get out of Ambrose, but that wasn’t the case, maybe if you explained it to him, then he’d understand, and things would be okay.

“That’s not what I was trying to do,” you wiped your face, tears still streaming down, but not as badly as before, you were hopeful, you could make him understand and then it would be okay, “I don’t want to leave, I want to stay here, I just wanted to hang out with you, I like you.”

As it turned out, that had not been the correct thing to do, reasoning with Bo when he was this angry was near impossible, the smarter thing to do would have been to just shut up and accept what he had said, move on with the day and never bring it up again. But you had just had to try and fix things. The sudden stinging sensation across your face had your ears ringing and took your legs out from under you. You didn’t even realise that he had backhanded you until you were on the ground, hand on your cheek, looking up at him in confusion.

This was too much, you wanted to go home, he was even angrier now and you were truly scared for what was going to happen to you. And then the bell to the shop rang, and your saviour, Lester, arrived. 

“Wha- what’s goin’ on in ‘ere?” He was at your side in an instant, helping you up, bringing you away from Bo, towards the door, towards freedom. He stopped short though, letting you go and turning back to Bo after he said something, “What was that?”

“I said that lying whore is trying to leave,” Lester looked back at you in shock, you tried to shake your head, to tell him that it wasn’t true, but shaking your head hurt and made you dizzy, and you were scared to speak again. 

“Tha- that can’t be true, she likes it here,” he looked to you for confirmation, and you nodded as well as you could, “See Bo, whatever is going on it’s jus’ a lil misunderstanding, tha’s all, just a lil misunderstanding.”

“That bitch came in here, trying to flirt with me, thinkin' I’d let her go if she batted her lil eyelashes and looked cute.” Bo turned away, walking to the other side of the garage while Lester followed behind him, at a safe distance, trying to comfort his brother.

Lester turned back to you, a look of betrayal on his face, “You said you like it here, you said you was gonna stay with us,” the look on his face nearly broke your heart, it hurt so much to hear how little they actually trusted you, how quickly they’d turn on you, and that was enough to make you start crying again.

“I’m going home,” You barely managed to croak your declaration out through your renewed sobbing, “I’m going home.”

And with that you turned and ran, tears blurring your vision as you ran from the garage, toward safety, towards your home. You could hear Bo and Lester yelling after you, but they didn’t give chase. By the end of your race back to the house you were nearly out of breath, practically hyperventilating as you walked in through the door.

“You’re so stupid, why are you so stupid?” You were muttering to yourself, needing to voice the thoughts in your head, you were scared, but you were also angry, angry at yourself for being so stupid, “Why would you think anyone would ever care about you? You’re so useless, so fuckin pathetic.”

You broke down again, crying on the floor of the entryway. You were so caught up in your turmoil that you didn’t even notice Vincent sitting at the kitchen table, eating lunch silently. He didn’t know what was going on, but you looked like you needed someone. 

He quietly walked over to you, Jonsey trailing silently behind him, curious as to the disturbance. You were startled and a bit embarrassed when Vincent crouched down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You leaned into the comforting touch, Vincent always seemed to be there for you when you were at your worst, a silent yet comforting presence. You looked up to him, giving him a weak, watery smile, trying to reassure him that you were okay.

Not wanting to be left out Jonsey quickly muscled her way in, shoving herself between you and Vincent, silently demanding attention, attention that you were more than happy to give her, sinking your fingers into her coat, giving her the pats she was demanding was a soothing experience, plus it gave you something to focus on, anchored you helping you begin to calm down.

The three of you sat in silence for a while, until you finally risked breaking it, shattering the tranquil moment.

“Why am I so stupid?” You weren’t quite sure if you were asking yourself or Vincent the question this time, but it was the only thing you could think of to ask.

Vincent just tilted his head in response, giving it a little shake, it was clear that he was confused at your question.

“I’m so stupid,” and with that, the tears came again, “I-I thought that he could like me, but that’s so stupid, so so stupid, why would he like someone as pathetic as me?”

Vincent looked even more confused, and gestured for you to wait a moment, and he quickly left you, taking off into the house looking for something. He returned with a pad of paper, he communicated with his brothers through sign language, and while you were still trying to learn you were having difficulties and couldn’t understand him most of the time, so when the two of you talked he would write for you instead.

“I don’t understand, why are you saying those things? Who upset you?”

“I told Bo I like him, it was a stupid thing to do, why would someone as great as him want to be with someone like me?”

You turned away from Vincent, almost ashamed for having said it aloud, that you liked his brother, what if he reacted like Bo and Lester, what if this was the end of your stay in Ambrose? You could hear him scribbling away on the pad, hastily writing a response to you.

“My brother is stupid, he’d be lucky to have you.”

You took your time reading his response, it confused you, why was he saying that?

“But even Lester agreed, when I said I liked Bo, when I flirted with him, they both acted like I was trying to run away, but I don’t want to leave, I love Ambrose, I love you guys, I don’t want to have to leave.”

Vincent gently rubbed your shoulder in a comforting gesture again, before doing something that completely took you off guard, he wrapped both arms around you, drawing you into a hug. The first hug you’d had since arriving in Ambrose, and it nearly made you break down in tears again, your emotions were just so frayed.

After a moment longer he gently released you, patting you on the back as he picked his paper back up, beginning to pen another response.

“A lot of tourists, especially women, try to flirt with us, with all of us, to try and get us to let down our guard, to let them go. I don’t think that’s what you were trying to do, but Bo probably did, and I know he likes you, he must’ve felt betrayed, that you were trying to manipulate him. It doesn’t excuse his overreaction, but he’s got a bad temper, let him settle himself down, and then you can talk to him later.”

You nodded at Vincent, “Okay, I’ll try that.”

Both of you were startled at the sound of the door crashing open. Turning around you saw Bo, still looking pissed as hell standing in the doorway.

“Well, well, ain’t this cozy,” He took a few quick strides towards you, ready to grab you again, only to be blocked by Vincent standing in his path. “Well, looky here, flirtin’ with me didn’t work so you ran right off to my brother, smart choice, he’s the better one, he’s the good twin, I’m just the monster.”

Vincent began signing something, you couldn’t understand what he was saying to Bo, but you could see Bo’s face going through a multitude of emotions.

“Whatever, you don’t know shit,” Vincent signed something else to him, Bo just scoffed in response before turning to you, “And you, the fuck ‘re you doin' here? Thought you wanted to go home, that's what you were shouting before.”

“I am home.” You hadn’t expected your simple words to affect Bo, you had expected more anger and derision, for him to storm out leaving you with Vincent, instead, you saw his features soften, just a bit, but enough to be noticeable. 

“Home, eh?” He smirked at you, walking around Vincent to kneel by you, bringing his hand up to cup your face, eyeing the bruise forming on your cheek, “That’s right, this is your home, and you’re not goin' anywhere right doll?”

Not trusting your voice you nodded, leaning into his touch, softly shutting your eyes. You had no idea how you were able to be so calm with him now after what happened not 30 minutes ago, but Bo had a knack for making you feel safe, though you were going to have to be more careful around his temper in the future.

“Did ya mean what you said then?” You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face, “You said you like me, is that true?”

You nodded, leaning into his touch even more, “I do, I like it here, I want to stay with you.” You looked over to Vincent and added, “With all of you.”

Bo shifted, sitting next to you on the floor, pulling you into him, into a somewhat awkward hug, but a hug nonetheless, and you felt yourself relaxing further into his embrace.

“‘M sorry, I know I got a bad temper,” He was speaking so softly, almost as though he didn’t want people to hear what he was saying, he sounded so soft, so vulnerable, it wasn’t something you thought you’d ever say about Bo, “I’ll work on it, promise.”

You knew it’d be a hard promise for him to keep, that temper of his was bad, but you’d never heard Bo apologise before or admit to any wrongdoing, normally just justifying his temper and reactions. But you wanted to trust him, to believe him when he said he’d work on it, you could help him, you could be happy with him, you were sure of it.

#slasher x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo x reader #house of wax x reader #HOW x reader #house of wax #bo sinclair

[littlemissclandestine]

Soft!Russell Adler x Reader pt.2

Note: Hello again my fellow Adler enjoyers! Just thought I'd add some more hcs because tbh this list is endless. He knows exactly how to treat a woman and you can't tell me otherwise. Look at him! GRAHHH!! Enjoy my lovelies... - Star ✰

🤎 Soft!Adler who has a habit of doing everything for you and you tell him to stop but he says that you've been a strong, independent woman all of your life and that it's one of the reasons he fell for you but now it's time for his girl to relax and enjoy life a little, and for you to let him take care of you

🤎 Soft!Adler who has the cutest pet names for you such as sweetheart, darlin', doll, honey, beautiful, gorgeous, tiger, princess etc

🤎 Soft!Adler who loves calling you his girl and gettin' all possessive

🤎 Soft!Adler who stands behind you while you're in front of a mirror as you're almost ready to go out, putting the necklace that he gifted you on for you, planting kisses on your neck, his hands tracing the outline of your body as he looks at you both in the mirror, in awe of you

🤎 Soft!Adler who always picks up your favourite things when he's out shopping and you're not with him, your likes and dislikes ingrained in his brain

🤎 Soft!Adler who understands your needs, both physical and emotional and fulfils them in a way that makes you adore him even more everyday

🤎 Soft!Adler who craves intimacy but denied it for far too long because of how his last relationship ended and underneath all of that bravado, America's monster needs to be reminded he is, in fact, human

🤎 Soft!Adler who takes time out and makes a conscious effort to visit your family when you finally introduce him even though it's something that makes him slightly nervous but he does it for you whether they like him or not

🤎 Soft!Adler who buys you flowers, chocolates, bath bombs etc. when you least expect it

🤎 Soft!Adler who makes you breakfast in bed during slow mornings, insisting he cleans up the plates and you have a nice soak, coming up to massage your scalp, scrub you gently and read a book to you as you hang your arms over the edge of the tub, your chin resting on top of your hands, listening intently

🤎 Soft!Adler who catches a whiff of your scent on his shirt or jacket at work, smiling to himself, leaning back in his chair as he remembers how you wore it the day before and he closes his eyes, inhaling it once more before getting back to his job

🤎 Soft!Adler who lets you apply his war paint for him on missions

🤎 Soft!Adler who offers to give you massages, claiming he is an expert and nobody would pass up on it, not even Woods or Mason

🤎 Soft!Adler who secretly loves skin on skin

🤎 Soft!Adler who picks you up bridal style or throws you over his shoulder whenever he feels like it, carrying you around the house

🤎 Soft!Adler who kisses every part of you that you don't love and cherishes it because he knows the pain of low self esteem and in his eyes, every inch of you is beautiful

🤎 Soft!Adler who opens car doors and pulls out chairs for you like a proper gentleman would

🤎 Soft!Adler who playfully smacks your ass when nobody's looking as you're boarding a heli or getting into a SUV if you work together

🤎 Soft!Adler who admires you for who you are and feels inspired by you, making him want to be a better person, not just for him but for you

🤎 Soft!Adler who won't get up and move when you've fallen asleep on him, even if his limbs are feeling numb, out of fear of disturbing you

🤎 Soft!Adler who's only vulnerable with you

🤎 Soft!Adler who tells you how you make him feel alive again after all of the trauma he has endured over the years due to the requirements of his job and the toll it takes on him, no matter how much he denies the extent of it

🤎 Soft!Adler who always wonders if he's doing right by you, how he managed to pull a girl like you in the first place, if you'd stay in his life no matter how long he's away for, how hard it gets and if you'd accept his hand in marriage when, not if, the time comes

🤎 Soft!Adler who lets his tears fall when he finally gets to see you walk down the aisle

dividers by @chachachannah <33

#Star writes headcanons! ( ˃ᴗ˂ ) ✰ #russell adler #russell adler x reader #russell adler x you #adler x reader #call of duty x you #bo x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod x you #black ops x reader #cod hcs #cod headcanons #adler headcanons #russell adler hcs #russell adler headcanons #call of duty adler #cod #call of duty #black ops cold war #call of duty black ops #bocw #call of duty black ops cold war #cod bocw #cod cold war #cod x female reader #cod x f!reader

[a-l0v1ng-str4ng3r]

Workday with Bo

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SFW Content. THIS DOES NOT MEAN MINORS ARE ALOUD TO READ THIS. PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ARE NOT ALOUD TO INTERACT WITH THIS COMMUNITY.

For those who ARE above 18 you may continue reading

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You worked at home which meant that -without fail- you were bothered by Bo every ten minutes. It doesn’t sound that bad, but when you have a whimpering dog in your lap looking up at you with those puppy eyes. It sometimes gets annoying.

You rested your hand on Bo’s head fondling his hair and ears. He began to whimper knowing you were absently minded doing that to him. It had only been three hours since you had gone online. You were currently working on a project which meant you would probably spend another five to six hours on your computer.

“Bo, I know you don’t like when I work but I need you to stop whimpering.” You ordered gently. You looked down to see the poor dog, man, thing(?) staring back at you putting his puppy eyes at work. His bright blue eyes practically pouring into yours. Once he realized you were having any of his shit his body tensed up.

“But puppy!!! I want you to focus on me! I want you undivided attention, and don’t say in a few minutes because we BOTH know that you’ll be on that computer for more that ‘a couple of minutes!’” He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. He was so jealous of that computer of yours. If he could he would smash it into a million pieces but he knew that you would get furious with him and go get another one anyway! Believe me he’s already tried once.

You sighed, “I know, but it’s what pays the bills does it not?” you continued with your work once more moving files here and there. He was beyond irritation now. He could just break that computer once more. He stood up and slammed that computer with your hands escaping the scene as quickly as possible. 

“Bo? I need to do my work.” You glared at him waiting for him to release his hand on the computer. He certainly did return that glare, even growling a little. His look was full of annoyance, want, and impatience. You sighed. You supposed work could wait a little bit.

“Fine, what do you wanna do first?” you pushed your roll-y chair back as you saw your favorite boy pipe up. 

“W-Wait seriously?!” He smiled ear to ear, his tail knocking things over on your desk. His heart swarmed with happiness. You were finally his now. He had your full attention. He was so happy he could start jumping up and down if he didn’t care if he would be embarrassed after.

He flung towards you, jumping on you. He couldn’t help himself. Wrapping you in his big arms he lifted you up and sprinted you towards y’all’s bed. He was now commissioning a cuddle session. 

He laid you down and went over to your chest of drawers. He grabbed fluffy socks and headed to the bathroom. The rustling of machines could be heard and then your hair dryer was turned on. He had seen you do it for him for when he had gotten sick. You put the entrance hole of the sock on the smaller side of the hair dryer and got it warm. 

He finished the task successfully feeling accomplished he came back to see you getting redressed in some comfier clothes. Specifically your onesie that you got to match with him. It was a dog themed suit, with a tail and everything. 

“Hey puppy! You match me!” He chuckled, pulling you into a hug from behind. He showed you the socks he heated up for you.

“I got you these so you don’t get cold, not that you should get cold from me cuddling you for the next few hours.” He smiled snuggling into your neck. He pushed you and him down onto the bed once more. “Here, as a token of my love~” he practically purred, giving you the socks, smiling a little smugly. You snickered and put on the socks taking your other ones off, throwing them off somewheres in the room to be forgotten until morning. 

He curled up on you; warmth spreading across almost every inch of your body. You were in between melting and freezing up. You soon rested in his arms as he began to play with your hair whispering sweet little nothings in your ear.

“Oh God, you really don’t understand how much you mean to me. You’re so beautiful, and so soft. I'm so happy that I get to have you in my arms.~” You looked up to see the blue blush of his flushed across his face, his eyes droopy laced with love. He kissed you. His lips interlocking with yours, your leg reaching over his body growing closer to him. He pulled away and looked down to meet your eyes.

He loved you so so much. He didn’t know how else he could explain it to you without making you a mess for him. Although the sight was nice, seeing you all mush for him. But today would be a little different.

He littered your face with kisses not a single centimeter was kept untouched from his lips. He could see how much of a wreck you were becoming just from that alone. He smirked. Today would be the day where he shows you how much he appreciates and loves you without making you a thoughtless mess.

#dachabo #dachabo x reader #Bo #bo x reader #Bo dachabo #snaccpop #short story #oneshot #fluff #mdni #18+ #OMG THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE AHHHH #legit 888 words #VERY SHORT

[ghostsofold]

Y/N: *talking with Bo casually sitting on the bed device in hand. Then innocently press the middle button when Bo blushes*

Bo: "If you touch me like that...…I get to touch you the same....deal?"

Jack: *before they answer jack comes in after hearing the whole thing, and yanks the device out of y/n's hands. He forces a smile at them while he speaks through gritted teeth* remember sunshine... too much screen time can be bad for you. Why don't YOU and I go do something?

*Bo was left on the counter whining and barking while jack took y/n out. it was then Bo swore revenge on the stupid clown*

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #swwsdj #dachabo #x reader #somethings wrong with sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack x reader #bo x reader

[chubbyreaderchan]

Y/n: Good news babe! I got my oil change while I was out!

Bo: Why didn't you just ask me to--

Y/n: It was a great deal too! Only $400.

Bo: What?! How much?! Tell me where you got it done right the fuck now, Y/n! *Pulls on jacket and grabbing shot gun*

Y/n: *has to run and stop him before he goes on a killing spree in the next town, over a prank*

He would be so pissed.

#bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair imagine #bo sinclair x reader #bo x reader #house of wax headcanons

[free-for-all-fics]

Joy Ride and House of Wax crossover prompt! This started as a silly little idea shared with my bestie @tinalbion but it just hit me hard and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of these ideas and I’d love to read it! 🛻💙

You were forced to take a detour and accidentally ended up in Ambrose while on a road trip with your friends after you got lost. What the hell is this town? It wasn’t even on the map. Bo sabotaged your car and broke your fan belt while you were all asleep and camping out in the woods. He also destroyed your CB radio so you couldn’t call anyone for help since there’s no cell reception out here. Bo was so confused as to why you even had that anyway, since you don’t drive a truck. The friends you’re with are so naive and gullible. They soak up every word Bo says as he tells stories of Trudy and Victor, their boys, and what this town once was. Your idiot friends take it all at face value, honest to God believing he’ll help them. You’re the only person who doesn’t buy his friendly mechanic shtick for a second. You try to catch him in a lie or call out his bluff. He does look handsome in his mechanic outfit and he does know a thing or two about cars, but he’s so full of shit.

He and his brother, Vincent, chase after your friends and kill them one by one. Vincent then takes them to his workshop to be made into wax. But Bo has a very hard time with overpowering and subduing you. You’re feisty and strong with a high endurance. You know how to fight back and use your surroundings to your advantage. You get the drop on him and Bo is lowkey impressed. Damn, baby! Are you a professional survivalist or something? You fuck him up good and barely flinch when he lands some kicks or punches. You must have a very high pain tolerance - that could be kinda kinky 😏. Bo thinks you’re hot, even if you make him bleed. But what really shocks him is when you kill your own friend before he can. Wait, what?

You tell Bo they weren’t really your friends. Just a bunch of randos you met that day or the day before. You offered them a ride and played nice so that their guard would be down. You boast that your daddy taught you everything you know about huntin’ and killin’. You also warn Bo that he fucked up big time when he wrecked your CB radio. Your daddy gave you that CB and made a strict rule to always call him at least twice a day, once in the morning/afternoon and once at night. He’s gonna assume the worst if you miss a call: That something bad must’ve happened to you, his only child and baby girl. He’s gonna come looking for you and will do unspeakable things to anyone who may have hurt you. If Bo thinks his truck is big, he ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Despite the unusual circumstances, you really like Bo. His brothers, Vincent and Lester, are also really nice and have their own interests and hobbies which they’re eager to share with you. You spend time with each of them. Vince has made a cozy spot for you to sit and relax in his workshop so you can watch him while he’s making new mannequins or sculpting new objects for the museum. You and Les find animals to hunt and skin, or pick up animal remains to throw in the pit after you collect cool bones and teeth, etc. And Jonesy is an absolute sweetheart! She is best girl and can do no wrong in your eyes. You love this dog to pieces and spoil her.

You admire what Bo and his brothers have done here, how they’ve made their kills into art for their wax museum. You’re not even mad he tried to kill you. Instead you praise him for the valiant effort and feel flattered he finds you pretty enough to be made into wax and put on display. Damn, Bo thought that you were smoking hot when you were fighting him and kicking his ass, but now that he knows you have a murderous side, he finds you irresistibly sexy.

You start dating and when your dad finally shows up in Ambrose to find you, Bo nearly pisses himself at the size of your dad’s truck. Holy fucking shit that’s the biggest, scariest looking rig he’s ever seen in his life. You leave Bo’s side and run to your daddy’s arms to give him a big bear hug. Meanwhile, poor Bo is frozen in sheer terror. He’s never been afraid of another man before, not even his own father. Hell, he killed Victor himself. But your father is Rusty Nail, and he’s a mountain of a man. A behemoth. He makes Bo feel small when he blows a puff of smoke from his cigarette and looks him up and down before offering a firm handshake. Bo can’t tell if his hand is sweaty from the southern heat or his nerves, but he knows Rusty could’ve broken his hand just from that handshake if he wanted to. Rusty stays in Ambrose with you and the Sinclairs so he can get to know them all, especially the boy that stole his darling daughter’s heart.

When he and Bo have one-on-one time, Rusty shows his true colors. He shows Bo the goods that he’s hauling in his trailer: Weapons, torture devices, death contraptions, trophies from his past murders, etc. (There might even be photos of you and Rusty from when you were growing up decorating the interior of the trailer. Y’know, just cute family photos of daddy and daughter celebrating her first kill, etc. Normal stuff.) When more people come into Ambrose, Rusty introduces Bo to his dice game. He ties up two victims and explains the rules, then makes Bo watch as he forces them to roll. Or maybe Rusty intimidates Bo into participating and dealing out the torture himself. But Rusty is firm in that the snake eyes kill is all his. Bo may not have much of an issue with doing as Rusty says; he’s no stranger to blood, gore, or violence.

But Jesus Fucking Christ when one of the poor sons of bitches rolls snake eyes. Watching Rusty murder is unlike any death Bo’s ever seen. Your father is the most sadistic and petty man he’s ever met, but he’ll still laugh nervously at Rusty’s dad jokes and puns while he’s torturing victims or after he completes a kill. The damage you laid on Bo when you first met is nothing compared to what your dad could do to him. Rusty could absolutely fuck him up six ways from Sunday. Bo isn’t suicidal, so he would rather not get on his bad side.

Rusty actually really likes Bo and thinks he’s perfect for you. He’s shared cigarettes and beers with him, played card games with him, etc. He’s had lots of time to sit down with Bo and bond with him. He’s gotten to know what kind of man he is through long talks on the porch, etc. He already knows the eldest Sinclair will treat you right and make you happy, so he approves of your boyfriend. When the time comes, he’ll give Bo his blessing to marry you - He just might play some “practical jokes” on him first whenever he finally works up the courage to formally ask for your hand. Rusty thinks it’s hilarious to see Bo so scared of him and nearly shit himself. Bo asked him what his real first name was once and his reaction when he thought he crossed a line was comedy gold. Even if you ask your dad to go easy on Bo, he can’t help but fuck around with him a little bit and keep him on his toes! It’s just his love language!

Bo @ Rusty Nail like:

#slashers x reader #bo sinclair x reader #bo x reader #bo sinclair #sinclair brothers #rusty nail #Rusty nail and daughter reader #joy ride 2 dead ahead #joy ride #joy ride 3: Roadkill #joy ride and house of wax crossover #crossover fic #pls tag me if you write this #i’d love to read it #random prompt #random fic ideas #fic prompts #fic prompt #fic ideas

[anna1306]

After watching House of Wax I had to write something. Maybe I'll write more, but I need to think of ideas

Sinclair x Reader with a scar

Bo

Let's be honest, at the same time that he is attentive, he doesn't pay close attention to details.

Like, of course he noticed the way you stood with one side turned to him or how you shunned away from touches or how your smile was more nervous. But at first he didn't think of it much, more concentrated on plans they had for you and your friends. Anyone would be anxious about getting lost in the middle of nowhere with broken car. Nothing special.

But some time after Bo got the message from Lester about you. How you were softer than your so-called friends with their rude and offensive jokes. How you were almost shy, not looking straight into the face of others. How you were just different. Bo thought Lester went soft and was too fixated to find someone for his brothers. Like they needed it.

But when he left the group to 'finish his business before helping the group', he started noticing it, watching you from the shadows. How you stood more to the side. How the whispers of others made you fix your hair and hide yourself behind it. Bo suddenly understood that he really didn't see one side of your face. He realised what his younger brother was talking about. And he wanted to know what was going on.

His plans were slowly changing.

You were really softer than others. You were kinder. Also this friendship wasn't very strong. You were naive to the point where you believed him when he said that he didn't know where your friend went. And that was why it was so easy to detach you from your group.

He didn't even have to grab you with force or use the chair. Sinclair just lured you back to the garage and to the basement, saying something about getting the tools he needed for the car. You had to look around the basement one time before you turned around in panic.

That's when Bo saw it.

The scar, that was on the side of your face. It was faded, pale, but he could see it clearly, from your cheek, spreading through the corner of your eye and to the forehead.

Scars weren't rarity, especially not to him, not to his family. It was everything that he saw in you, besides the traces of something bad, that made him anxious. Even if he grew numb to feelings of the visitors, this was way too... Way too reminiscing of his brother that was victim of stupidity and rudeness of others. Way too reminiscing of his own faults and bad things. And the way you always covered it, hid it, muttering some apologies while at it... Like you were in fault of others stares or discomfort.

It seemed that now you too became more scared of the fact that he saw your face, than of the whole situation around. You immediately pushed hair to your face, but this movement made Bo snap out of his thoughts. In a moment he crossed the gap between you and grabbed your hair, tilting your head back. You shut your eyes, instinctively grabbing his shoulder.

If I see one more time that you try to cover it, I will cut your hair and tie you down, understood, babydoll?

You opened your eyes and looked at him. Something inside his rotten chest shivered at the mix of concern, surprise and something warm, like a glint of hope in your eyes. He slowly let go of your hair, putting a hand on your neck. Bo didn't choke you, but put enough pressure for you to stumble back under his persistence. Only when you sat on the chair he stopped, looming over you, but making no attempt in tying you down. Some voice in his head told him he had enough of seeing traces of pain on you.

Now be a good person and sit right here. Don't you dare go somewhere or try and find a way out. I will lock you up here and come for you later. Before that sit still. I know that you can do that for me without me forcing ya, right? You better not disappoint me, darlin.

Vincent

He was afar. Like always. Watching from the shadows, ideas of future scenes and clothes for sculptures and other things already playing in his head.

Bo's show always let him make up his mind of who would go where at the house. One by one, it didn't matter to him how people would go down. He almost had a list in his mind, that he mentally checked.

You were one of the figures he placed on the scene in his mind. It didn't matter that he didn't see you up close, the wax would cover every flaw there was.

But Sinclair was more attentive than his brothers. Immediately he noticed your body language. Tensed up, trying to be smaller than others, with one side always hiding from sight. With a hood on, even if it was hot summer in the street. How you didn't look at others, how your laughter was almost strained. Some of it he had seen in his brothers since they were kids and that's how he knew that something was wrong. He had to know what exactly, so he could make a great scene. He wanted to make you a perfect doll.

Vincent got distracted by his chores for some time. One by one new 'canvas' got into his basement, whether by his own hands or by help of Bo. But as his twin got busy with one of others victims, he remembered your figure. And the screams of someone his brother had tied to his chair not so long ago.

He had his own secret path to the basement of the garage. Bo didn't have to know about this, Vincent let him think that he has some privacy from him, even if it was a mere illusion.

When one of the dark walls moved, you whimpered louder, especially when tall man with a mask covering his face showed up through the gap.

Vincent took in your tied up figure. His mind was still fixated on placing you in the right scene in the House. But something on your tear-streaked face got his full attention.

He went closer to you. With one hand Vincent slowly pushed hair from your wet forehead, opening your face to him. And immediately he froze on his spot.

There was a scar. Near your eye, a nasty one, old scar. It was spread on your cheek and forehead. Paler than your skin, making it hard not to notice, even if he could see the attempts to hide it with the makeup, the residue of powder still lingering on it. More so... It was on the same side of face as his was.

He touched your cheek with the tips of his fingers, feeling the scar. You shivered under his eyes, staring at his expressionless mask. You couldn't know what to expect from him or from this place anymore. Vincent absent-mindedly touched his own mask, looked into your teary eyes and raised his knife, making you squeal in fear.

With one swing he cut the tape on your wrist, then on the other one. He didn't dare to cut the restraints themselves, being too afraid of Bo's reaction. It took him couple of minutes to free you from them. You were shivering the whole time he did all of this, as you couldn't understand what he wanted from you.

Vincent took you to his secret path. He didn't let you walk, obviously, keeping the tape on your mouth and legs. He just threw you over his shoulder, walking with you through the tunnels, filled to the brim with strange mix of emotions and thoughts.

You didn't dare to move, clutching his back as you were bouncing on his shoulder with every step. You were too afraid to try and run away or kick him. Your legs were still tied up, your head was pounding from your hysteria from earlier, and your heart was beating out of your chest.

Finally you found yourself in some kind of a workshop, and you couldn't help but feel panic rush over you again. He was definitely going to kill you, you were sure of it.

Vincent dropped you on his bed, turning away from you, looking for something. Frantically you reached for the tape on your legs, pulling it away, trying to set yourself free, panic making you anxiously do at least something.

It took him a minute to notice your actions, he growled something shortly and returned to you instantly. Not listening to your whimpers, he forcefully took your hands in his. In a matter of minutes you were chained up to some pipe.

You struggled against the handcuffs, but the man offered little to no comfort. He grabbed your face with one hand making you freeze in place. He slowly touched your scar, brushing your hair away. Again. And then reached for something on the floor near him.

You heard him shuffling with something, but you couldn't see it behind his figure. Finally Vincent turned and showed you a paper with big, black, bulky letters scribbled on it. They formed simple words.

Mine. Stay here.

Lester

He noticed you from the start. He may seem like stupid redneck, and he was for the most part carefree, unlike Bo and not a genius, like Vincent was. But he noticed most of the things. Like how you were shy and almost hid from him behind your friends. Or how you smiled at his dark joke. Lester hoped you would go with him.

Your friends stayed behind, deciding to send you with "a creep" and not risk it themselves so his hopes were heard, and you sat next to him in his truck. Lester glanced at you from time to time, chatting about something meaningless. He didn't care that you didn't turn to him fully.

"I always forget that you can smell this in the beginning, got already used to it, y'know." Lester noticed your facial expression and laughed.

"It's fine. I lived with my brother, it was way worse than this, like someone actively was dying there for a year." He laughed at your joke, but still opened his window to let the air in.

"Is your brother with you here?" Lester asked out of pure interest. You were cute, but weird in your own way. He liked it a lot, but deep inside knew what was going to happen anyway.

"No. He left a long time ago, hasn't talked to him in years." You shrugged, looking around his car with a sad smile.

"Oh, sounds like shit." He scowled. Lester couldn't put on sympathetic face for the sake of it, being not too expressive. But you just shrugged it off.

"Don't think about it. He lives his own life now and I honestly think it's... Oh my god, is it a knife?" He glanced at you, noticing your stare at his hip. Lester grinned, licking his lips excitedly.

"Yap. My hunting knife." He took it out, showing it to you. You smiled and reached out to touch it.

"Can I look at it closer?" Lester suddenly noticed blush on your cheek and grinned. He gave the knife to you, glancing at you from time to time, enjoying your enthusiasm.

"This is so awesome... I like the blade, it's so wide." You looked at it with visible joy, turning it from side to side. Lester liked the view more and more with every second. You brushed your hair behind your ear to look closely at the knife and the man finally understood everything.

"Wow, what the hell is up with your face?" Even if this side was still more away from him, he could see the big pale scar very clearly from his spot. You stiffened immediately and lowered your head, hiding your scarred cheek.

"Nothing, sorry..." Your voice immediately grew duller and quieter. You turned away, returning him his knife, all joy of the moment gone.

Lester cursed at himself silently. He didn't want to ruin the mood. Usually he was the one that others laughed at. He was the one at the receiving end of jokes. He wasn't an angel in any way, but he didn't like hurting anyone nice to him. Even if only people close to him were his brothers. But Lester didn't know how to calm you or get your mood up, he wasn't very good with people or emotions. He chewed on his lip a bit and showed his hand to you.

"Tried to fight some dipshit and sliced my finger." Lester turned his most scarred finger to you. "Almost cut it off completely. I whined like a bitch for the whole day" He chuckled. Your face was still tensed, but your eyes softened.

"Does it still hurt?" You asked him quietly, raising your eyes at him.

"Nope. Yours?" He met your eyes, but you shook your head, anxiety slowly lifting from your shoulders. "Good. The other one on my ass though, hurts like shit sometimes."

"On your what?! How did you even..." You exclaimed in surprise, but was cut short when he suddenly hit the breaks.

"Sorry, forgot that this part of the road isn't available. But the town is just behind this corner." He looked over you again. The sudden thought about you was interesting. You were too sincere, too nice, too infatuating. He knew what would happen to you in Ambrose, but something inside of him didn't want it. Neither did he want you to leave. Sinclair climbed out of the car and opened your door, helping you out, while rethinking everything again.

"Thanks a lot. You are a miracle, Lester." You smiled and hesitated for a moment. But before the man could ask what was wrong, you kissed him on the cheek. His heart skipped a beat, watching your smile. You blushed, turning away and putting your hood on, while the man watched you go.

"There is a person, coming in the town for some car part. Please... Don't hurt them." Lester called Bo immediately after you turned the corner.

"The hell? Fucking smell stuck inside your nose so much you stopped thinking?" The reaction of the elder Sinclair was expected.

"I didn't stop thinking. There are other people not so far away from here, these shits are free to go, I'll send the coordinates. But they... They're good. They called me a miracle." The man smiled absent-mindedly, softening his tone. He heard a sigh on the phone.

"You definitely hit your empty stupid head... Fine." Lester scoffed to himself. He knew what tone was working on his brothers exactly. He rarely asked something of them, being the most independent one, and for him to ask something like that... "What they look like?" Lester grinned, starting the car again.

You'll know when you see them. They are perfect.

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[threadsun]

I got something wholesome!

How’d the boys react if they were carrying y/n to bed and as soon as they tuck them in. They get pulled down and be used as a giant teddy bear?

Is thrilled about it:

Jack - Sure, he'd rather have had a little time to tidy the apartment and whatnot before snuggling up in bed with you, but he's just so happy that his Sunshine can't let go of him, even in your sleep!

Bo - He's startled just for a moment at being dragged down into bed with you. But the moment he realises what's happening, his tail is wagging and he's happily curling up with you to sleep

Rory - Honestly, he was planning on flopping into bed with you to cuddle and sleep anyway. He's happy to know you have the same plan, even if it's subconscious. You're on the same wavelength!

Is flustered by it:

Ian - He's worried that if you find him in your bed in the morning you'll be upset with him. But... clearly you want him there to cuddle... and you're so soft and warm... He's overthinking it all while you hold him

Joseph - He does his best to tuck you in and squirm out of any clothing that might be uncomfortable for you to cuddle with. And then he lays stock still and tries to be normal as you hold him

Nick - Look, he's not really used to softness and romance like this. Most people don't want to do that sort of thing with him. It sucks, but he's used to it. So when you clearly want to cuddle? He's in heaven

Pretends to be annoyed but secretly loves it:

Jean - As a self-centred asshole that loves to have power over people, he's thrilled that you're clinging onto him. Good thing you're not awake to see the way his eyes soften and he relaxes into you

Barry - It's genuinely an annoyance to him. He could be getting some work done, but now he has to lay in bed with you. Don't think too hard about the fact that he could wake you and is choosing not to

Shaun - He only pretends to be annoyed for the bit. Moonpie's watching and he thinks it's funny to roll his eyes and give an exaggerated sigh for her benefit as he cuddles with you

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[yanderelovlies]

Multiple rounds from Bo? (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠) Reader just leaking from the amount of cum but Bo knows they can take even more

Note: smut without real plot 💙

Fandom(s): DachaBo

Character(s): Bo

You let out a moan as your body began to slowly fall back onto the bed Bo’s hands were still on your hips. You weren't sure you could take it anymore. Your abused cunt dripping with his seed as you feel Bo pull you closer with a whine. “One more…puppy please.” He had said that five rounds ago. As you tried to block out his whining you try to remind yourself how you got in this position in the first place.

You had come home to Bo practically begging for your attention. Of course, you couldn't deny his puppy dog eyes so the two of you ended up cuddling on the couch. As you were about to drift off you could feel Bo’s hands go lower and lower. Until eventually his hand was on your cunt. His hot breath on your neck as he let out a quiet whine.

“....puppy….” You could feel his fingers going past your lower lips through the fabric. Even through the barrier, he had no problem finding your clit. He began rubbing circles making buck your hips into his hand. “Please tell me your awake puppy……I need to be closer to you.”

Once again not able to say no to such a plea you found yourself below him, your pj pants thrown somewhere behind the couch, your hands holding tightly to the roots of Bo’s blond hair, and Bo’s face buried in your cunt. His nose bumped your clit as he vigorously ate you out.

“Bo! I-Im…close!” Before you could feel that wonderful euphoria Bo pulled away licking his lips.

“Sorry puppy, but the only time you gonna cum tonight is on my cock.”

It didn't take long for his dick to find its home in your warm walls. You could feel the head kiss your cervix as he tried to patiently wait for you to adjust to him. Your legs wrapped around his waist signaling to him that you were ready for him to move.

Without so much of a warning, Bo began going in and out of you at a rapid pace. One hand was above your head and the other held tightly to your waist. “Mmmm you are so tight! So perfect, and just for me!” It was long till he was lifting you with both arms to sit on his lap. Using his strength he moved you up and down on his cock chasing his pleasure. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”

You felt the warmth of his cum fill you as he pulled you close to him. The knot in your stomach is finally able to burst as you feel your euphoria take over.

As the two of you were trying to catch your breath, you could feel Bo pull out of you, and lift you in his arms. At first, you thought he was taking you to the room for some much-needed rest until he dragged you over the arm of the couch Your ass was exposed to him as he grabs your waist “More…” he panted as he slowly entered your already cum filled cavern. “I need to be closer..”

It was a process of getting to bed. He fucked you senselessly on the couch, holding you against the hallway wall, and even in the bathroom as you tried to clean yourself up. Until you eventually made it to the bed where he once again made sure to fill you up.

You tried to move out of Bo’s grapes only making him pull you closer “Be a good girl, and let me fill you one more time puppy….please..” saying no is what got you here in the first place, and it seemed it was only gonna lead to a sleepless night.

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[sunbitesworld]

Hiya sweetheart, I know some comfort is needed to freshen up sometimes.

Since your on Bo right now, how about some domestic fluff headcanons with him when he's out of his lil toy prison? He'd be such a good cuddler I bet <3

Tysm hun, I really appreciate it! I hope you like it <3

GN! Reader

Warnings: None

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After you had freed Bo from his little prison, your life had drastically changed.

You weren't used to all the attention he gave you, but you had grown to do the same.

Life with Bo was sweet, to say the least.

Sure he can be a little (a lot) protective at times, but you knew it was because he loved you.

You were Bo's everything, and he was yours.

Living with him was never dull, that's for sure.

It came with tons of kissing and cuddling!

He loved to cuddle, especially when it was raining outside.

He loved being the big spoon, but god if he didn't love shoving his face in your chest from time to time.

He also wasn't the best at doing chores around the house, but he still tried.

You always have to clean behind his back when he's napping on the couch.

You appreciated the effort he put in though and thought it was cute.

He was pretty bad at cooking too, so you had to teach him how to make a few things.

To your surprise, sometimes your mornings started with breakfast in bed!

"Good morning, puppy! I made you some bacon and toast!" He smiled, setting the tray on your legs.

"Oh, Bo. That's so sweet of you, you're such a good boy..." You whispered, rubbing your eye as you sat up.

The bacon was burnt, but hey at least he tried.

You ate it anyway, burnt or not it still tasted good and he made it just for you.

Bo does everything in his power, everyday you live together, to show you how much he loves you.

"...I love you so much, puppy."

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[wild-lavender-rose]

Person B has been overexerting themselves in training (or any type of physical labor). They’re covered in bruises and other small injuries. When person A sees this, they demand to help person B who is too tired and sore to protest. They carefully begin cleaning and bandaging any small wounds. They then slowly start massaging person B’s aching muscles and apologizing as person B winces at the pain. (Bonus— person A and B aren’t together yet, and both parties are trying to ignore how close they are to each other)

that with a duke boy? or both boys? reader taking care of him?

I am now determined to get caught up in all my Dukes of Hazard requests so here we go! I ended up doing a heat stroke-ish version of the prompt. I hope you enjoy, anon :)

Heatstroke

Pairing: Bo Duke x reader x Luke Duke (pre-relationship)

Warning- heat stroke symptoms

You and the boys had been working under the General's hood for a couple hours when Luke suddenly straightened and walked away, wiping at the sweat on his neck. "So damn hot," he muttered.

You straightened and wiped at your forehead, watching as Luke swayed unsteadily. "Luke?" You started towards him. "Bo,"

Bo looked up from his work.

"You okay?" You wrapped an arm around Luke's waist, surprised when he didn't protest but instead leaned against you.

"Too hot out here," he squinted against the sun.

"Come on, let's go sit on the porch." You felt Bo's hand on your arm and allowed him to take your place supporting Luke.

"Tryin' to get out of doin' your part on the engine, huh?" Bo's tone was playful as he helped Luke walk over to the porch.

You ran past, going into the house and emerging with a tall glass of lemonade and a bowl of water with a couple towels. Bo had set Luke down in a chair and was kneeling in front of him. He gave you a worried look.

"Here, help him drink this." You handed Bo the lemonade and set the basin down on the floor boards, dipping one of the cloths into the cool water.

"Don't make a fuss over me." Luke accepted Bo's help with the glass, drinking with large, noisy gulps.

"Slow down, darlin. Or you'll feel even worse." You began to run the wet cloth over Luke's skin, causing him to sigh in relief.

You ran the wet cloth over every inch of Luke's bare skin while he drank the rest of the lemonade. You then gently massaged his neck, earning a vainly concealed moan.

Bo smirked. "You should play sick more often, Cousin, if this is the kind of service you get."

"Shut up, Bo." You smirked back, while Luke simply tousled Bo's hair.

"How're you feelin?" You asked.

"Better." Luke caught your hand, turning to give it a quick kiss. "Thank you."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Of course," you muttered, smiling as your cheeks flushed pink from much more than the heat.

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[slasherscrybaby]

I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of Bo having a secret hideaway where he unwinds from stress when everyone's asleep and his s/o or y/n finds it or follows him to it, and then the rest is really up to you, just thought it was a cute idea. I love ur story's so fucking much

My hideout isn’t complete without you~♡

Bo x reader gn

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Y/n usually doesn’t get in Bo’s business of how he acts. Yes, they loved him with all their heart. Bo had been leaving late at night yes, it wasn’t non of their business but, curiously got the best of them. It was genuinely non of their business; they had to keep reminding themselves, but what if something happened when he went out and never came back? They groaned at the thought as they looked up in the bathroom mirror; it wouldn’t hurt to make sure then again Bo could take care of himself. He got shot with an arrow. Y/n slapped a hand on the side of their faces. “Ya okay in there, Darlin?” Bo asked with concern, hinting in his voice, “Yes, I’ll be out soon” y/n made up their mind tonight; they were going to follow Bo to be sure he was safe. He turned off the bathroom light and stepped out and walked towards the shared bed, and slipped into the covers before the light went out and Bo's arms wrapped around their waist, pulling them to their chest and kissing their neck “Goodnight,” he said “Goodnight Bo” Y/n said. A second turned into a minute, turned into Hours as they both lay in the dark, quiet room. Y/n was wide awake, staring into the dark void, not wanting to fall asleep and miss Bo leaving. It was cold and dark. Y/n was a little iffy about following him outside, but they had to know he was safe.

Bo unwrapped his arms from their waist slowly, not wanting to wake them up. The small sounds of Bo working his way through his things in the dark before tiptoeing past the bed and towards the door. As he opened the door, there was a slight creaking noise as he walked through the door. Y/n was tired, one A.M. Instead of complaining, I just put on their robe and followed. Y/n tip-toed past them towards the door. As they opened the door, there was a slight creaking noise. They walked through the door. They were walking down the stairs peeking down and seeing the front door close. They walked down and opened the door, and it was dark outside. Blue-yellow light came from Bo's flashlight, pointing at the ground. Wind busted through the branches of the trees, making the leaves howl in their symphony—the leaves crunch under Bo’s and Y/n's feet with each step. The wind howls in their face. Bo was wandering far home. Y/n started to study how the trees cast shadows on the moonlit ground. Where was Bo going that was this far from the house? Y/n debated if they should follow, but even if they couldn’t go back since it was dark, they never were the fan of walking in the woods of an unknown area with no light. Y/n continued to look as Bo figured before he came to a stop, and so did they. “Ah know chur fallerin' me,” Bo said, turning around flashing the bright lights at them. They squinted. I’m sorry Ah wasn’t tryin' to be nosy. Ah, swear Ah was just worried bout you,” you said when he pointed the light toward the ground as he continued to walk towards you. “Awe, Ya was worried bout Little ol' me?” He cued, “Awe aren’t ya just the cutest, Darlin,” as he placed a hand on your cheek.

“I'm sorry,” they said “I know darlin', it’s fine, but it was real fuckin' stupid of ya to follow me,” Bo said “I know. I’m sorry it won’t happen again, I promise,” Y/n said, kissing the palm of his hand before he removed it. “I love you. I do, but you don’t have to worry bout me. I can handle myself. How bout I show you my hideout.” He said, “Hideout?” Y/n said in confusion, “Yeah, I go there when ’m feelin' stressed a need to unwind, ya know?” He said as he gave you the flashlight to hold. He took off his sweater and put it around you. Then his arm pulled you closer to him as they walked together to his secret hideout deep in the woods.

A small wooden hut. Bo pushed open the door, moving to the side and letting you go inside first before turning the lights on.

Your eyes widen. It was absolutely beautiful “It’s not much, but it keeps me from murderin' Vincent and Lester. He said before taking pause. “A from lettin' my anger on you,” he said as you turned to face him. As he closed the door, walked over to the couch, and patted his lap, Come here. Ah bet chur tired,” he said; you nodded before sitting around and laying your head on his lap. “I love you, Bo,” you said “Ah love you too darlin', an, if you tell Vincent or Lester bout thus, all this? I’ll hurt ya,” he said as he bent down, kissing your temple; you smiled. “I won’t” you said as you felt Bo rub your arm. “Good, now get sum sleep, okay,” he told you nodded before you realized your body relaxed and helped you enter sleep land as Bo rubbed your shoulders as smiled down at you. You were all his and nobody else's.

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I hope you liked this I tried to make it sweet. Well good night ~♡

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