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I finally have the balls to request something! This can be hcs or whatever, but how would Bo react to his (gn) s/o being really fixated on his hands?? Like always wanting to touch/trace/hold his hand, getting flustered sometimes even... can be sfw and/or nsfw :]
Sorry if this is an odd request, the man just has some really good lookin hands and I just want them to be on me at all times š¤š„“
š ty if you can (i love your bo fics)
So glad you got the balls to request something Anon because hot DAMN is this SOMETHING! And hell yeah you can get this, honestly thanks for the request, it is a good ass one! This isnāt odd at all, everyone is into Boās hands, there is a reason basically EVERY Bo thing I have ever written has some fingering in it, I am on the Bo hand simp train. So letās get to it! (And cāmon Anon you should know me better by now, itās GONNA get NSFW.)
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Bo Sinclair's Hands Headcanons with GN! Reader.
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Rating. Explicit. Warnings. Implied Murder. Fingering. Rough Sex. Choking. Cum Play. Dirty Talk. Possessive. Manhandling. Bo Being A Bastard. The usual.
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-So the very second you meet him in Ambrose you notice his hands. Mostly because he offers it up, friendly and with a that lopsided smile, an offer of help and shit you couldnāt help it. You looked, longer than you should have, he deff noticed, his hand was strong, rough, a working mans hand. When you finally did tear your gaze away you looked up to him and you could swear you caught a split second of a smirk.
-Your friends pulled you away from him, figured youād make yourself busy around town while he worked on your car.
-At some point you lost track of your friends, got separated and the next time you saw his hands they were wrapped around your friendās throat.
-So most people who stumble into this kind of situation wouldnāt end up with their captor. Most people arenāt you. After your friend was dealt with he heard you starting to stumble out of the room and he was off, right behind you, one hand closed on your wrist and you were tugged into him. His other hand on your face, fingers traced under your jaw as your gaze was forced up to look at him and he felt you stiffin, could see your eyes widen and your breath catch.
-Oh yeah he was right about you.
-His fingers ran down, hand closed on your throat similar to how he did to your friend, his hand was warm, the rings he had on were cold in comparison, he was staring down into your eyes but his tone was thick and syrupy as he uttered, āYou aināt gonna say anythinā about this, right?ā
-A beat before you leaned into his touch closer with a slight shake of your head.
-So he decided to use how into him you were to his advantage and decided to keep you. What can he say? He loves the ego boost of how you look at him, talk to him, how easy it is to fluster you.
-He will humor you often whenever you want to touch him and instigate touching you often, itās good entertainment. The way you will be holding his hand, fingers tracing over him, getting your fill, enjoying yourself so innocently before he will squeeze your hand and it pulls your attention to his face and heād ask with that all too smug attitude, āHavinā fun darlinā?ā
-You were.
-His hands will almost always be on you when you are together. Hip, lower back, thigh, whenever and wherever he is gonna be on you since you are unable to hide how badly you are into him.
-He knows that you like his rings too based off how often you fiddle with them, heād find it annoying if you didnāt look so good, eyes fixed on the gold as you bit your bottom lip, clearly lost in whatever that moment's current fantasy was.
-His fingers will end up in your mouth. Often. You perched in his lap at some point, one strong hand on your lower back, pressing you so close to him and a few thick fingers forced in your mouth, you sucking on them, spit collecting around them, spilling down your chin when his fingers force your mouth open, pressing down on your tongue, like he was inspecting your mouth, searching for something.
-He would push them deep and love to make you gag, wants to see your eyes roll back, make you taste the metal of his rings because of course he would leave them on. He once made a move to take them off but saw that look in your eyes and asked, āAwe, you want em on, dontcha?ā And he MADE you say it. Made you tell him that yes you wanted that. Seeing you stutter that out was one of his favorite memories with you.
-After you are a mess, drool leaking out of your mouth, that is when you are put on your knees,donāt worry he will keep touching you as you pleasure him. Will hand his hands on both sides of your face, holding you as he fucks into your mouth, hand still wet with your spit as he cradles you.
-He will finger you often. He loves seeing your face twist in pleasure as he buries two or three fingers in you, dirty talking to you all the while about how you take it ā-so fucking good.ā
-Wants you to ride his fingers too. You might try to hide your face but he wonāt allow that, if you want to use his hand to get off you have to let him see those pretty expressions you make.
-After you cum on his fingers, once or twice or until you are a sobbing mess you best believe you are going to have to clean them up. He will taunt you on that too, asking if you like the taste.
-Will fishhook you while fucking you from behind. Strong chest to your back, fucking into you so hard, two fingers hooked into your cheek so you drool obscenely and make the best little lewd sounds, makes you a total mess. Afterwards when you are too weak to hold yourself up with your own arms and he has stuffed you full of cum he will wipe his wet fingers on you, face, thighs, ass, wherever gets to you the worst.
-Loves to see how you respond to him holding you, spanking you, will leave hand prints and has caught you on more than one occasion admiring the bruises and marks his hands have left behind.
-One of the things that you love best is sitting on the couch with him, one of his arms around your shoulders, hand hanging over your chest and you hold his hand, fingers laced together with his other hand on your thigh as you watch a movie in the dark.
-Also.
-Youāve heard of cockwarming, get ready for the same concept but he will sit with just his fingers inside you. Try as you might to entice him, squirm and try to fuck yourself on his fingers but he is strong as fuck can hold you down no problem and make you take it.
-Will hold you down hard by your throat, choke you as he pounds into you. Or will force his thumb into your mouth and let you suck on it, moaning wet and muffled around it as he takes you.
-Point is there is SO much to do with someoneās hands and he always indulges you and in turn by doing so, himself. Selfish bastard is ultimately about pleasing himself at the end of the day.
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Could you write something with Bo and a shy girlfriend please?
o worm?
loves it loves it LOVES IT
bitch??? LOVES IT
cannot emphasize that enough
this smug motherfucker - not only does he love to fluster you oh so easily, not only does his ego get a nice boost when you croon with the simplest smirk thrown your way, but it plays into his inner need for a powerplay
heās got you wrapped around his finger - he loves the feeling that he gets when he can affect you so easily - and he loves the feeling of control over you it gives him
lives for flustering you
if your face aint heated up heās not doing his job
āBoā¦ stop teasing meā¦ā /Ā āNot a chance, sweetheartā
wonāt let oyu bury your face in your hands either, heās got your wrists in one hand while the other cups your jaw so he can take in every bit of your expression
he eats the shy, submissive look on your face right up
still loves showing you off
wouldnāt push you out of your comfort zone (too much) - not enough to make you cry or something, but enough that as you walk down the streets youāre clinging to his arm
youāre just the cutest, sweetest lilā thing, how can he notĀ show you off? heās just gotta show everyone what the hell theyāre missinā out on
not that he ever wouldnāt be handsy, but with a shy partner expect that shit to get cranked up to 11
hands everywhereĀ all the time - especiallyĀ in front of others
loves seeing you get all embarrassed or shocked, giving out lil yelps when the hand that was resting innocently on your back wanders down to squeeze your ass
Bo!Ā youād try and scold, smacking his chest with your hand - not that feels it, but itās cute of you to try - and heād just pin your hands to his chest and pulling you into him lips for a silencing kiss
loves to amp up the PDA when visitors come to Ambrose - that REALLY makes you flustered
introduces you as his lilā missus (even though you never actually got married, but one doesnāt question Bo Sinclair) and gets right to letting his hands blatantly wander across your body as he makes idle chit chat with the new-comers
def pulls you in for a full on make-out session when you walk up to him, and kisses up and down your neck as the visitors awkwardly try to explain what happened to them and they need some help, Mr. Mechanic, if you could just-ā¦. stop that for a second-
everyone is uncomfortable except for Bo, who is having the TIME of his life
bruh itās even better in the bedroom
the bo sinclair motto
only thing better than playfully teasing you in public is teasing you between the sheets - and not in the edging kind of way
loves how no matter how many times you do this, you seem so meek and shy to reveal your gorgeous body to him, or how red your face gets when he sings his praises against your skin, or how you bury your face in your hands on in a pillow when he worships your body as you wriggle beneath him
Still so shy for me, baby girl? How many times have I seen this pretty, wet pussy/cock already? Heād question teasingly as he kissed his way up your thighs, making you moan in embarrassment all the louder
loves to give you lots of gifts !!!!
your reaction is all the payback he needs in return, he assures you
though, all your grateful little kisses you dot his face with arenāt too bad either
vastly prefers when you wear skirts and dresses
not only does it play into his little white-picket-fence-50s-style-nuclear-family fantasy, but you bet heās gonna give you lots of dirty compliments about how gorgeous your legs look in those clothes
not to mention the easy access it gives him to your sex
bet your bottom (badumts-) that heās gonna sneak pinches all throughout the day - at least until his patience wears thin and he pins you to the counter, pressing into you from behind as he flips the skirt fabric up to reveal yourself to him
when you get all pouty and angry at how much he teases you? that just encourages him, lol
you look??? so cute??? asjdhskjhg, you trying to be threatening???
Sorry, darling, youāre about as scary as a kitten.
it just makes him wanna pinch your lilā cheeks!Ā
aw!! look at you, all flushed and pouty!
his thumb is gonna tease your jutted out lower lip, and if all thatās not enough to get you to forgive him, then heās just gonna have to take that lip of yours between his own and work harder, now isnāt he?
a real man will go the whole mile to appease the missus, after all
the only - and i mean ONLY - time heāll let you hide your flustered expression is when you use him to duck your head against
your hands? no. a pillow? no. turning around? no.
burying your face against his chest, or the crook of his neck? Big. Fucking. Yes.
his arms immediately wrap around you as he holds you close, inhaling your scent as he presses a kiss to your head - he doesnāt want you anywhere else
The babysitter and the dad are the only sane ones. Donāt want to look after kids? DONT FUCKING REPRODUCE! That becomes your goddamn job for life! Canāt do it? Donāt breed and fuck outta here!
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o did you mean me?also k so i mean i always understood size kink as like a dick thing, but iām now also aware thatās just what people call liking a partner physically bigger, so iāll just do hcs for both those things - which means smutty shit under the cut! take care!!!
loves it. he loves it. he loVES I-
he likes anything that gives his ego a boost and this sure as shit counts
itās 100% a powerplay and plays both into his power fantasyĀ along with that good olā need for the Classic Aesthetic of him being the big strong man of the houseā¢
now has extra motivation to lean over you, especially if youāre trapped against something and canāt move away when he steps closer
he just towers the fuck over you, smirking down at you in a way that is both infuriating and utterly sexy
thatās just bo in general tho, aināt it
and teases you like he doesnāt know exactly what heās doing to you, the little shit
Whatās the matter, darlinā?
youāre stupid fucking face is the matter, lean the fuck down so i can kiss it you bastard man
big,,, Hands,,,,,
they will be on you constantly, youāre gonna feel them, the way one of them covers so much of you as he presses against your lower back to guide you around
his hand wrapping around your wrist and fingers easily touching each other
the way his hands look when he wraps even just one around your pretty little throat - not needed or wanting to squeeze, just the sight of how easily he wraps around you nearly completely is enough for both of you
nuts - and i mean absolutely fucking NUTS - when he sees you in any of his clothingĀ
you drown in that shit motherfucker!!!
goodbye pyjamas! you only wear his shirts from now on!
and honestly thereās probably not much keeping bo from just throwing away your entire wardrobe so you haveĀ to wear his shit at all timesĀ
his shirt prob goes down to your knees or just above, and itās the sexiest thing he ever did see
seeing you sleepily come join him in bed in his shirt, rubbing your tired eyes?
or seeing you in the morning in just his shirt cooking breakfast for the two of you, his shirt rising up as you reach for ingredients on the top shelves he definitely didnāt place there on purpose-
loves to straight up manhandle you, picking you up and moving you around as he sees fit
itās just so easyĀ to do!!!!
and you can pout all you want but he knows you love it too, the power he has and how easily he can do what he wants to you - you love giving him that control
it also means getting carried a lot and thatās fun as shit, even though he teases you relentlessly as he cradles you in his arms and makes you duck your head in his neck
loves to gently cup your jaw and make you look all the way up at him
the way your neck cranes to get your eyes to look into his never fails to make him smirk
thumb loves to sweetly rub against your skin as he does soĀ
he loves being ableĀ to do what he wants to you, being able to see the potential power he has, but then treating you so delicately with the same big and powerful body of his
kisses to the top of your head always
also just scooping you up for kisses, dotting a bunch across your giggling face as you squeal as the way he sweeps you off your feet (literally) before ending with a passionate lip lock
pulling you onto his lap all the time
thatās your seat now, no substitutionsĀ
wants you to curl and cuddle up into him
loves having your presence with him at all times - itās a grounding comfort to him
and really loves the opportunity to carry your sleeping body upstairs when you fall asleep on his lap after you guys watch TV at night
basically will do anything and everything to draw attention to the size difference between youĀ
not just for his own ego boost, he loves to see how flustered you get at the sight of him
that really boosts his dick ego
loves your hands especially
comparing them to his, letting his fingers stretch so much farther past yours before closing his hand around yours and holding it lovingly
also seeing them pressed against his broad chest, the way that if he were to do the same his hand would cover so much ground while yours doesnāt even come close to matching him
Excuse - Iām thirsty for more pillow princess!bottom!Bo.... that imagine you did with him and Ash made my inner top real interested. Do you have any more thoughts on what it would take to make that nasty mechanic moan??
>:3c letās see what i can come up with(the reader is gender neutral~)
summary: on a roadtrip gone wrong, you and your friends end up terrorized by a large man in a mask. the last one standing, you manage to escape and run to a town nearby in search of help but you end up finding something much worseĀ
warnings: dark subject matter; all your friends are dead, and you get kidnapped :(, i meanā¦ ultimately you live which is uhh nice, but only because bo goes from thinking with his knife to thinking with his DĀ Ā
A/N: me? back on my bo sinclair bullshit? itās more likely than you thinkĀ Ā anyways i had a dream last night that for whatever reason they were making a tv series based on the 2005 house of wax which meant we all got more sinclair boys content and then i woke up and was more disappointed than iāve ever been in my life so now here we are with a fic to fix where reality has failed me
You were sprinting through the trees, the deep gash in your thigh burning with each step. There was blood all over you - most of it yours, some of it belonged to the friends that were butchered in front of you.Ā
It was just supposed to be a fun road trip; no final destination, just a car, your friends, some cash, and a date you all planned to be back home by.Ā
[Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Personās]
His hands were calloused, and large; and you were reminded of that all the more as one settled at your lower back, fingers spreading across a wide expanse of your skin as he pulled you close. His other hand perfectly cradled the back of your head to keep your lips against his.
He attacked you hungrily; you could feel each possessive growl he let out as it vibrated in his chest, which was pressed right against yours. There wasnāt an inch of you that wasnāt touching him, keeping your whole body on fire as he overwhelmed you with his presence. Your hands were uselessly clutching on the lapels of his church suit - as if there was even a chance heād pull away. The fine material between your fingertips a sharp contrast to the way he roughly attacked your lips with his, swallowing every moan and whine he could possibly pull from you.Ā
You wondered, in a brief moment of absent-mindedness as he pulled away for air, if his back felt like your neck did. Strained. He kept your head tilted up so you could both better experience the feeling of his complete and utter domination over you. It was heavenly to let go of control like that - so easily.Ā
āLegs up, baby.ā He grunted, lips brushing against yours as he spoke mere millimetres away. You obeyed without hesitation, although still moving lethargically in your haze of pleasure. In a flash, your legs were around him, his wide hands on your ass and gripping it firmly. You were overhead of him now, and wasted no time cupping his gorgeous face to tilt it up, and lowering your mouth down for another eager kiss. This time it was you curving yourself down to encapsulate him, to shield him with all the love you had to give, desperate to convey your affections.Ā
āHow ābout we go 'n christen the altar. Iām suddenly feelinā real worshipful.ā
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Hello, can i request 16 and 46 for the prompt thing with a S/o with low self steem with Bo? Please and sorry for my english š„ŗš¤
OOOH ANGST!!!! I love it thank you! and honestly your English is perfect :) Itās like these 2 sentences were made for a reader x bo scenario!
So I went a little wild with this thatās why itās a bit longer (1k plus words) but I really love how it turned out.. also Bo maybe saysĀ āI love youā for the first time when heās sober :o hope you enjoy šŖš
MASTERLIST
THE KITCHEN FLOORĀ
WORD PROMPT:Ā Ā āI want you to be happy... even if itās not with meā ANDĀ āPlease donāt say that about yourself. Please donāt believe that. Youāre so much more than that. Youāre so...ā
Today was just one of those days.Ā
You felt your mind weigh heavy on everything you did. It badgered you every second of the day, pounding your self-esteem lower and lower with every glance in the mirror and every tug of your baggy clothes. You couldnāt escape the constant hounding and you felt almost uncomfortable sitting in your own skin; as if bugs were crawling on top of you, and as if a fire was set beneath your feet and every moment you struggled to hold yourself away from the burn.Ā
Bo was at his dingy garage all day and Vincent was in the basement making more creations for the town, and honestly, you never knew where Lester was at any given moment but he defiantly wasnāt in the house. This left you all alone in the reticent home, just your thoughts and heartbeat. Sure you could go down to the basement to have company with Vincent, but he never liked to be disturbed while working, and you could go to the gas station but something was blocking you in the house; your demons wanted you away from the sunlight and easing voices of the people you loved, they wanted you all to themselves today. You let them win today for you didnāt have the energy to fight it.Ā
As the sun faded behind the native Louisiana wood that surrounded Ambrose the voices became deafening, and Boās absence was louder than the voices at times. Skull crushing and heart aching. You didnāt care if it was his yelling or large footsteps creaking on the hardwood, you just needed to hear something else besides the twisted thoughts that were burning, and chugging along like a freight train threatening to run itself off track and kill the engineers.Ā
Bo will never love you... Bo has never thought you were beautiful... Bo hates you... hates your body... hates your love... Bo just wants some skinny perfect woman... one from his trophy wall... one better than you... one to satisfy his every need better than you ever could...Ā Ā Ā
Tears stung in your eyes painfully, as you tried to make yourself busy with dinner. Every cut of a vegetable and every stir on the bowl was becoming a burden, you felt the lump in your throat build and tears spilled out in a stream much to your dismay. Anger, frustration, sadness and pain became all too much for your psyche to handle, and in an outburst you pushed everything off the counter, carelessly letting dinner go to waste and everything around you crash and clang against the linoleum.Ā Ā
Silent sobs sealed your airway and you sank to the floor slowly with your back scraping against the fridge, raking your shaky hands through your hair, tears falling wherever they pleased. Breathing seemed fleeting at this point, you felt as if you were drowning in the ocean, all alone, with sharks circling you, taunting your demise. The sobs began to become more painful and broken wails hung in the humid Louisiana air, the force and strain made it feel like you were vomiting but betrayed the fact that your throat was closing against the laments.Ā Ā
Suddenly there were heavy footfalls coming towards you, it was clear as day who they were from; the give away was that the gate was a little unbalanced from the apparent stiffness Bo had always carried in his right leg. The steps stopped for a moment as he was taking in your balled up shaking frame under the flickering fluorescents of the old house. Food, utensils, bowls and plates were all scattered around you like war zone debris, and you were the broken soldier in the middle waiting for the end. You knew he was standing there but you didnāt care; he was never one for comforting you, why would he care tonight?Ā
āBaby... Baby girl wha- shitā Bo stuttered but quickly came to encase you in his muscular arms, groaning as he sat in front of you, his legs caged you, feeling every sob, every painful sharp inhale. āShhh, shhh, baby itās okā he cooed, trying to be soothing though it went against his gruff nature.Ā
His warm body caging you and the unmistakable smell of gas, cigarettes, and some sort of sweet undertone to his cologne that you just couldnāt place, made your body ease enough to catch a deep breath filling your strained lungs. Opening your swollen eyes with a sting, you were somehow surprised to meet his worried stormy blues, eying you like a hawk; his intensity made you force your eyes closed, jerking your head downwards and off to the side, not wanting him to see you so broken. Stifling your cries by biting your lip hard enough to draw the coppery taste along the soft flesh, letting whine escape.
His rough fingertips gingerly caressed your wet chin, commanding you to look up at him; though Boās fingers were gentle, his blanketing dominance coated every movement he made effortlessly. Once again your eyes met; pain and concern clashing.
āAngel, whatās wrong?ā He spoke softly letting his cigarette stained breath ghost over you. The question brought a new set of tears that started to swell up, teasing to fall through wet lashes. Bo didnāt force you to speak and he just let you catch your breath and collect your thoughts, studying every part of your face as if it was new to him. Checking for any apparent injuries that might be causing the sobs; at least that he could fix that, but no, these wounds were behind the skin, in the deep tissues of your heart and brain, strangling them.
āBo... I just-ā You weakly strained against the lump in your throat. āIām sorryā pulling away from him you saw something dangerous flutter behind his eyes; Bo was full of his own troubles and insecurities too, and your choice of words fueled something under the surface of him, some deepness he wasnāt ready to face yet. His touch became a little tighter, slowly and agonizing like a python, squeezing the truth out of you. Your apology was out of your embarrassment for him having to see you like this, but he thought it was for cheating on him or harming someone he loved; ultimately resulting in your slow painful death.Ā
Before allowing his anger rise you quietly cried āBo, baby, Iām just having a bad day... the voices in my head just wouldnāt shut up... I-I just brokeā He relaxed his grip slightly and pulled you against his chest with a huff, relaxing around you. Bo was no stranger to the way you felt, he had ended up on the exact spot on the kitchen floor many times before, he was probably drunk when it happened, however, but he understood. In a strange way, you mirrored him like broken glass glued together.Ā
Clutching his coveralls like holding onto a lifeline you stained them with tears, as he moved his hand to cradle your skull closer to him if it were possible, carding his hand through your hair, and his other hand snaked around your waist. His warmth was welcomed but dangerous and painful, loving a broken soul like his hurt all too much; behind every kiss and pleasure, you couldnāt help but wonder if he was better off with someone else, and think about the day he doesnāt come home. Boās love was addicting and one day you knew it would be ripped away and you would be left scratching and clawing for any remnants that could be salvaged.Ā Ā Ā
āI- I want you to be happy... even if itās not with me,ā weeping and shaking you let your insecurities come to the light allowing Bo to see the sick but not unfamiliar thoughts. āIām fucking broken... Iām nothing you should have, just damaged goods... You can find someone much more beautiful and stronger... Iām not what you wantāĀ
Spilling your guts like a wounded animal begging to live Boās hands moved to your shoulders, now pushing you away to look at him with authority oozing off, it made you stop; thinking he was going to lose his temper, and you just waited for the yelling or for him to drag you to the bedroom. The yelling never came. The forceful grip of his large hands never appeared. Just his eyes hardened on you, the blue becoming dark and foreboding, like the black sea that has swallowed a thousand ships.
āPlease donāt say that about yourself. Please donāt believe that. Youāre so much more than that. Youāre so...ā He begged then allowed his fortified walls to come down for a brief moment worried you would shatter him completely, āYouāre my everything baby... Why donāt you see that?ā his voice broke at the vulnerability. The knights were down, off their posts and able to rest after 20 some years of being serviced, taught and berated. This was like a searing knife to his core, slipping between the bones and waiting for it to be yanked out and have him bleed out on the linoleum, alone. āI- I love you.āĀ
Those words, the three words he spoke echoed loud and clear in your brain. The only time he had ever said it was after 5 beers and sloppy sex. Bo was sober tonight and he was painfully aware of it. He said it without flinching or moving his gaze from yours. This is the moment you waited for, after almost 2 full years of rage, blood, tears, love, fights, and pain; it was out there crystal clear. Of course, you had hoped it would be on a scenic hill looking out at the night sky, with your fingers interlaced and shallow breaths matching each other in perfect harmony; not on the cold floor with glass and destruction around you, brokenly clutching one another. However, you were going to take what you could get.Ā Ā Ā Ā
Tears began to flow again but for a whole different reason, as you cupped his strong square jaw, running your thumb on the long jagged scar he carried with grace. āBo Sinclair, I love you too.ā He crashed his lips against yours, his hands were everywhere on you, he craved you, he needed you as much as he did the oxygen to breathe.
