#low libido

i was the one who requested feminine reader and i just read it :)))) literally everything i needed after coming home from schoolll you really hit all the points :3

u said u want requests so i'll gladly fulfill the wish (nsfw ofcccc) !!

think about bo sinclair with a reader who doesn't make much noise in bed. just the occasional huff, and sigh-- maybe a mewl if they're cumming. no matter what. (this also connects here cause im lowk projecting) reader who needs work and time and long foreplay to get wet, and even then, it takes a while to cum.

i know people suffer w this like me and it's the best ever to read a fic that includes us girlies who struggle

xoxo im literally your most loyal follower after this

a/n: omg heLLOOOO!!! i want u to know i squealed reading this cuz this means ive MADE IT! im so glad you enjoy my writing and come back for seconds!! i appreciate you so very very much :3

i love this idea alot, especially since im on lexapro, and now its EXTREMELY difficult and tiring iykwim 💔 so youre not alone!!! i havent written for bo yet so omg YAY FIRST BO REQUEST YAY!

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Bo Sinclair x Low libido!Fem!Reader𓂃ෆ˚

warnings: none!

tags: smutt >:3

Small drabble before the headcanons below :3

w/c: 1,680 <3

Your efforts proved futile.

Rutting your hips softly against your fingers in bed- you've been at this for at least an hour now. No climax, hardly any pleasure. It was miserable.

It'd been like this as long as you could remember. Looking back at other people your age and being so envious they could just orgasm with a few tricks- Why did you need to work so hard for it?

You let your fingers slip from your heat and rest against the sheets instead. Your arm was sore; wouldn't doubt you had carpal tunnel now from just how repetitive you were moving for anything. Sometimes it was like your body purposefully did shit to piss you off.

You didn't let it get to you. It was how it's always been- but this was supposed to be your break. Your opportunity. Bo at work, you left home by yourself- it should've been nice, but it wasn't. You felt like a chore during these times. Too much work for something that might've not even been that worth it.

But Bo didn't see it that way.

So, when you're downstairs, fingers freshly washed as you put together a small meal, you don't know how you didn't notice Bo getting home. You were honestly still seething at the lack of climax, too lost in your thoughts to hear his truckle rumble to a stop outside.

You perked your head up when he shouldered the door open, boots tracking dirt in (that you'd have to clean up later, yay). He tossed his hat onto a small, cluttered table, wiping his hands with a rag as he approached you.

"Hey, sugar." He grinned; coveralls stained with grease and other substances you'd prefer not to touch you. "Hi, Bo." You murmured, walking past him to put the plate down on the table. Perfect timing.

He didn't appreciate your lack of interest in him.

"What's got you sulkin'?" He grumbled, walking up behind you, pressing a fleeting kiss to your temple. His breath reeked of beer.

"'s nothin' Bo. Just tired."

You looked over your shoulder, seeing the way his brows furrowed. He didn't believe it, you know he didn't. Your shoulders slumped, letting out an exhale. "Just...eat, okay? We'll talk later."

A few silent moments passed between you, filled with mild concern. He wanted you to be honest with him- it's what he prided you on.

He sighed, leaning away from you, picking up the plate. "Fine."

You stopped him, just for a second longer as you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "And shower too, please?"

He cocked a brow. "You're bossy tonight." He muttered, walking over to the couch. You were fondly surprised he didn’t pry you open like a damn walnut— making demands like he usually would’ve done. Maybe he was tired, too.

Or hungry. But, y’know. Either one.

~

You only went back downstairs to clean up after yourself (unlike some people).

Bo is on the couch, still laughing at the same repetitive sitcom. Seriously, how do people find that dog crap amusing?

You only go over to him to put his plate in the sink.

He glances at you but doesn't say anything more. He still hasn't showered, or, if he did, he just went through another 10-hour shift in the span of one hour. Oh well.

By the time you finish the dishes and making your way to the stairs, he whistles over at you; as if you're a damn dog. You looked over your shoulder- confused. He made the gesture with his hand for you to sit next to him. "C'mere real quick." (Which usually meant it wouldn't be quick).

You sighed to yourself, trying to prepare whatever would come from this upcoming conversation. Him trying to convince you something you said or did four months ago is still relevant- or the way you were 'bossy' earlier; how you were a hopeless cause in bed-

Wait a second, you're still focused on that?

You mentally scolded yourself for being so obsessed with this idea he somehow didn't like you. Bo was one of the most straightforward men you knew- so, yeah, if he had a grievance, he would definitely make it known.

So why were you still so sure he didn't?

You shuffled over to him, already planning out the heartfelt apology in your mind over the way you hadn't cleaned up his mud tracks yet.

"I'm sorry about the mess. I'll clean-" he shushes you quick, which leaves you surprised. Your eyes widen before he places a hand on your hip, already tugging you into his lap.

"I don't give a shit about some mud, doll-" he rasped, one hand resting on your hip, the other on your thigh; the laugh track still playing in the background. "What I give a shit about is why you're so closed off, baby. C'mon, look at me-" he muttered, tilting your chin to look down at him. "What's the matter with you, huh? I do something? Is it 'cause I haven't showered?" He joked lightly, leaning in close until your noses brushed.

You were trying to figure out how to vocalize your running thoughts as he subtly ran his hands up and down your waist, his fingers firm. He was usually handsy, which you were used to— but you lost your train of thought when he shifted his hips underneath yours. Now you were getting distracted, and he smirked at the knowledge of that. "I just..." You trailed off.

"You just what?" He snorted, "You're just tired? Sick? Upset?" He sarcastically listed, hands trailing down your waist to your hips in a morbid caress. "You can tell me, baby." He cooed, two fingers trailing the waistband of your pajama pants.

He'll make a mess of you, once he gets you in the mood.

Which— you've been in the mood for the last four hours. A helpless mood.

Bo liked helpless.

So, he's especially excited when he finally has you beneath him, his hand nested comfortably between your thighs. Hes spent the last ten minutes coaxing his fingers in and out of you gently, slick coating his fingers and dripping between your thighs. He’s not trying to get you to cum just yet— he’s just trying to get you to open up for him.

“This what you wanted, huh?” He teased, letting his fingers slip back inside of you again. He curled them softly, thumb circling your clit gently. You didn’t realize he could be soft like this— so gentle. It was unlike him. You didn’t mind though— why would you? He was taking care of you.

You only let out a huff in reply, no moan— even when he’s hitting a spot with his fingers that have your thighs quaking.

He pulled his fingers away from you. It would, should, leave you disappointed— but you were used to such a feeling. Not being close, not feeling complete or finished.

You let your head rest against the couch cushion, maybe accepting the fact he thinks youre tiresome, or not worth the effort— but then hes pushing your thighs apart, leaning over on the couch to nuzzle his face between the plush fat.

Your breath hitches when he flicks his tongue out, tracing up and down, tasting you. He groans against your heat, holding your hips in place. You didn’t expect that— he must’ve been feeling generous tonight.

He sucked on your clit, grinning when you tried to rock your hips back against him; his grip on your hips left you motionless. Fine, you’d let him take the reigns tonight.

Without realizing it, you were actually getting wetter. Your thighs enclosed his head, not trying to suffocate him— but your head tips back a little bit when he brings his hand to your core again. He liked being encased in your sweetness like this, you knew he did by the way he ravaged your cunt with his tongue, keeping his pace on the slower side.

A movement of his fingers, deep inside your core- it had you seeing stars for a moment. You let out a half-choked breath, brows furrowing. You reached your hands down and tangled them in his hair; that’s how he knew he was doing good. He leaned back off of your heat, saliva and slick messily dripping down his lips. “Aw, that feels good, don’t it?” He teased, making you blush.

You nodded, and he chuckled, his hot breath fanning over your inner thighs— making you shudder. “That means you want me to keep going, huh?” You rolled your eyes, taking your hands away from his hair.

Bo was amused, but his smile fell when he realized you were on the brink of just giving up. Either stop or keep going— so he kept going. “Don’t need to be a brat about it, was jus’ teasin’.” He mumbled as his lips returned to your cunt. Your hands flew back to his hair— tugging a little too harshly, which, and unsurprisingly, had him rolling his hips against the couch with a groan.

You were getting close— and he could feel it with the way your hips bucked desperately against his mouth. Finally— finally finally finally some fucking relief.

You let out a shakey sigh when the cord finally snapped, tugging on his hair once more. He didn’t stop immediately; instead letting his tongue lap up what slick you produced. He was eager— like a damn dog.

You actually had to shove him away since he was beginning to make you overstimulated. Your thighs were shaking, breath coming in short pants. It wasn’t an eye opening orgasm— but it still felt amazing after such disappointing day.

He crawled atop you, cupping your face with his hands as he leans down to kiss you. You taste yourself on his tongue, the slick smearing between you both.

You know you’ll have to clean this mess up after, and you know you’ll have to pay him back one way or another.

But when he pulls away and smiles down at you, you’re not opposed.

some nice headcanons :3

When you and Bo first ever had sex— he was weirdly concerned you weren’t feeling good. How much experience do you really think this man has? He’s not really the most sociable guy, despite probably being the most normal out of the brothers.

Usually, he’s not up to the task of getting you off. It’s a nice surprise when he decides he’ll get his wrist sore for you— but you gotta give him the favor back. It’s only fair!

But…he will eat you out for hours. Even if you’ve already cum, he will keep going to get another few out of you.

He uses the noises you rarely make as a sign he’s doing something good. If he goes a bit too hard he’ll know when you make noises you wouldn’t. A whimper maybe, and he knows he’s thrusting too hard.

He’ll usually make you beg for him to keep going, especially if you guys had been at it for a while. He doesn’t have a problem with getting you off with his cock— but he starts shooting blanks at somepoint.

If you’ve been snappy that day, he’ll get back at you by edging you and not letting you cum by the end of it. You’d have to beg real pretty or let him spank you for him to finish you off.

When you’re not in the mood, you’ll let him use your thighs to get off. It’s how he usually spends his nights after a long shift.

a/n: so sorry for not getting this out sooner :( and im sorry if its mediocre. for some reason the words just werent coming easily. ill do better, promise :3

^ High Libido Flag : high libido

^ Libidoflux Flag : fluctuating libido

Low Libido Flag : low libido

This is something really personal, and I’ve chosen to keep this very private with people that know me in real life, but I need a safe place to share this.

I had a miscarriage three weeks ago.

The pregnancy wasn’t planned, but the loss has been so hard to cope with. Some days I hold it together okay. Some days I’m a weeping, falling apart mess. Also my libido has been so incredibly low since the miscarriage and I honestly just don’t feel like myself sexually right now.

STOP FORCING YOURSELF TO HAVE SEX WITH YOUR PARTNER BECAUSE YOU WANT TO PLEASE THEM WHEN YOU DONT WANT TO

a relationship should be fitting both you and your partners needs together, not at the expense or detriment of one or the other

Everyone my age is excessively horny and then there's me who would rather be asleep than have s*x ANYday. Just take away what's between my thighs.