#boshusband

!SFW!

warnings: none, this is really specific to people who have been wearing glasses for an extremely long time but STILL forget to take them off before falling asleep (aka me)

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it was around 2:45 am, bo walked into the living room after a long night in town. he had sent you back up to the house after you dozed off and nearly fell off the stool. he loved having you in the shop to help with the cars but you pushed yourself too hard sometimes.

after he took a long look at you on the couch, he smiled at your still body and shallow breathing. you were comfortable, and that’s all that had ever mattered to bo. although he noticed somethings was a but odd, until he realized you still had on you glasses and the frames were bent all out of shape while you slept. bo sighed and softly took the now fragile specs off of your face. you stirred a bit due to the feeling on your face. when you opened your eyes, vision blurry, you saw a familiar figure. reaching your arms up, bo knew exactly what you wanted. as he walked up stairs, your arms clutching his neck while he carries you bridal style, he spoke warmly.

“i’ll get vincent to fix up your glasses tomorrow, darlin’ ”. with a simple nod, you fell back asleep when you hit the bed you shared with bo.

now around 3:15 am bo finally got in bed after his shower. thinking you were dead asleep he slipped into bed without a sound. “night hun, love ya”, you mumbled turning your face into his chest. “yeah, love ya too”.

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prompt: “are you going to hurt me ___? like something you can’t take back”

warnings: NSFW, typical violence, harsh language, bruising, choking, slapping, hair pulling. kind of a longer fic

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there you were, bent over a strangers counter, being ruined by a man you’ve known for 20 minutes. “shit, your tight, that boyfriend of yours ever fuck you darlin’ ”. you could practically see the grin on his face as he forced his cock in and out of you. you could care less at the moment because he was right, randy barely ever fucked you. you didnt know why either. was it because your on the heavy size? or is it because he just isn’t into anymore? all you knew is that you felt so fucking good.

the mans hand snaked around your body, rubbing harshly at the most sensitive part if your body. you let out quite the seductive moan and he loved it. smacking your ass hoping to get an even better reaction, growling when you made even more lewd noises. skin to skin contact, moans, and aggression is all you could hear flowing out of his garage.

you were getting close and you knew he was too, you could feel him loose his rhythm. “f- fuck, im gonna cum”. you stuttered out. “shh shh shh, better be quiet before they hear what a slut your being for some dumb hick”. he recalled the words from your friends, with much more venom in his voice. his words made you shiver in embarrassment, knowing how the group would react to a person like him. “go ahead cum for bo darlin’ ”. bo, that name suited him well. you did as you were told, dripping for the greasy mechanic. “look at you, a mess, just for me”. you could feel him twitch inside of you, he gripped you hair, hard. your neck was strained as he dove his tongue into your mouth, covering your moans as he spilt his seed, filling you more than you could hold.

- (time skip until later in the night because im lazy)

you were running. where? the hell if you knew, you wanted out, away. you heard the last scream of your friends. that sent a deafening ring through your head. you stopped, behind a sign of one of the shops in the beginning of town, you could care less about being seen now. everyone you had was gone, randy, jesse… everyone. you had just caught your breath, but then you heard a whistle. for being a simple noise it was extremely horrifying. “where ya at darlin’? come on i ain’t gonna hurt my pretty little slut now am i ?”. this situation really fucking sucked considering your panties were still soaked from his cum dripping out of you all day. you flushed at the thought of earlier that day, are you stupid?? thinking about that right now. thinking about being railed by the man trying to kill you.

you wanted to try something, and holy fuck if it didn’t work. you stood from your current position behind the sign, hands up. “bo? im over here!”. this was so dumb, why would he spare you, huh? because you were a good fuck? you doubted your movements but went along with them. “there you are sugar”. he came around the bend with a sweet smile on his face. he was covered in blood, but what looked like his own due to the injuries covering his tense and sore body. you slowly approached the man, not wanting to startle him. “are you going to hurt me bo? like something you can’t take back”. he chuckled. “no, im not gonna kill ya, i actually wanna keep ya, make ya mine”. you wanted to shutter at his words. make you his? like a pet? why you? “let’s go up to the house, okay”. he sounded very calm as he snaked his arm around your waist to lead you.

bo was on top of you, you were both sprawled out on a rickety old couch. soft hums from him and breathy moans from you. you lost count of how many hickies he was leaving, you were sure you looked like a dalmatian now. you had lost all shame you felt when he pushed you through that door. you heard a car door, but both of you were too deep into the kiss to care. until a large thud and slamming of a door rattled the house. “what the hell vincent!”. bo screamed knowing exactly who it was. vincent seemed scattered and worried. little did you know he was worried bo would be mad about him loosing a victim. although you were the victim he was missing. bo jumped up and took vincent into the connected kitchen. you could hear mumbles but nothing coherent. when you popped your head over the back on the couch they both looked at you, bo with a smirk and vincent with a head tilt.

“hey bo?”. your voice was soft, nervous to make any real noise or to say anything wrong. “what’s up darlin’ ?”. his icy blue eyes staring at you. “you got any floss and a needle?”. you wanted to clean him up, and you already knew how to suture cuts because of randy. he had gotten into one too many fights. “yea i think, why ?”. while vincent was still confused as to why you were here bo had moved closer to you waiting for a response. “well theres a couple deep cuts on you and those can get extremely infected without being closed and i can stitch you up real nice”. you smiled and it looked like he was about to melt. Bo had never really had anyone who wanted to help him, other than Vincent of course.

Vincent reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a small pill bottle, he walked over and handed it to you. Pointing and making a small grunt to tell you to open it. There inside sat a needle and green thread. you looked up at him and thanked him. he nodded and walked off to what you assumed was a basement. you had turned to bo and he was already seated at the dinner table, which was placed in the kitchen. you walked over to the sink, feeling bo’s eyes never leave your body, and turned on the hot water.

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- (tiny, itty bitty fic because i cant help myself)

bo and you were sitting on the couch, watching whatever he had put on previously. focused on the tv you start to hear little hums from behind you. then you realized bo was playing with your hand, fingers interlocked and being stroked. you look up at him with a soft smile. bo never realized you noticed. your voice was small, timid. “hey bo? why do ya like my hands so much?”. he broke his gaze from your hand, but he didn’t stop the actions with your hand. “yer hands are the only soft thing in this stupid fuckin’ town darlin’. please lemme jus’ hold em’ ”. he focused back onto your hand. “of course bo”. you returned your gaze back to the tv, you both sat there for the rest of the night.

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you walk in on him doing his little performance??? yea he wont talk to you for a week or until you promise to never bring it up ever again. (he’s sensitive 😉)