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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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I have to say, I thank everyone for the support during the last 4 months!

I initially started this blog to test my writing abilities. Despite the randoms from the last 2 weeks telling me I suck and 'get the characters' wrong, no doubt sent over by an art accounts call-out post. I'd say the slew of compliments over the last months say otherwise in terms of writing.

Writing has been immensely fun. Rewarding even! I really didn't expect my fics to do so well. I also wondered if long fics would be appreciated in a fandom that mostly does fun headcanons (I used to write them and vigorously read them, so not throwing any shade, they are fun reads)

To my surprise (and yeah, no duh I wasn't the only long fics writer) long fics were appreciated! It was also a pleasant surprise to see many start to get a lot of notes in a short amount of time! that was incredible!

I'd dabble in writing here and there but never took it too seriously. So the fact I was doing so well at this warmed my heart.

To people, please let writers write what they want. They don't have to write for whatever gender they don't want to. They really don't lol

About my post losing my cool. Yeah, I did lose my cool. I was getting harassed for weeks from legit randoms asking me to do male reader.

Look, I NEVER said writing for male reader was wrong. It's wrong for people to ask me because I just don't want to write it. I never clogged the tags with my fics in the male reader tag.

I couldn't do slasher x male reader justice. I think it's funny though that my words of "Tag me in Male reader stuff so I can reblog it if you male a DILF slashers fic" went conveniently ignored lol I guess because it didn't fit the narrative some went for.

I've said multiple times, "I'd love for someone to write a DILF Bo x Male Reader" and encouraged it, never got a tag for it to reblog :(

Death threats to whoever is never justified for the fics they write or won't write.

I find it alarming those in the fandom for men who murder (in Billy's case it's heavily implied he R*ped that girl they found outside and he did terrible things to his sister) people, are shocked and flabbergasted when people write fics corresponding to these attributes (killing, voyeurism, stalking, JAY WALKING, holding people hostage) that these characters have.

"Yeah, but she (she being me) deserves it (being told to choke) for writing rape fics"

Gosh, what pleasant people we have in the fandom/s You also can't turn around and go "She does deserve to get told to choke...BUT THAT'S HOW I FEEL! Don't get upset at ME!"

People, telling someone to choke over fiction is incredibly heedless and ill-manured.

This person was young, so I'm sure more growing up is to be had. Past 18, age isn't an excuse to dismiss alarming comments, that said, we are always growing as people. Do we say terrible things when we were young and in haste? yes, do we regret it when we are older, most people do.

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About mid-August, I just wasn't feeling fic writing anymore. I kept going, hoping it would continue to make me happy again. The last few fics I wrote I did genuinely enjoy writing, especially Professor Brahms, and Librarian Brahms did well too!

I totally understand if AUs are not everyone's cup of tea, I get it. That said, I encourage the other writers to experiment with AUs.

Oh, and Yes, DILF Bo will always be the TOP AU, always. It just really suits Bo lol

I will apologize for being upset over 'lack of engagement' that wasn't cool of me. I 100% get why people are shy! Writers do like the engagement, but I get why some don't engage. I get that way too with the blogs I followed and loved. Don't ever feel pressured to interact with a writer if you feel uncomfortable. Sorry if I made anyone feel that way. Engage with your favourite authors on your own time when you are ready.

...okay I will say if you do end up reblogging a fic, just add some nice tags, even an "I loved this" is enough of a morsel to a writer lol

To the nice comment in my inbox, I got before I rightfully turned off my inbox, thank you! I am glad you enjoyed Professor Brahms and that it hit just the right spot for you.

Please respect writers and their preferences in terms of what they write and how. Writers do tag their shit properly. They do, we all see them do it lol don't all of a sudden act like Polyphemus.

Again, thank you to all who have been kind. Be kind to each other. Bullying those out of the fandom for online brownie points serves no purpose, you just end up getting anons coming to you, thinking you'll 'fight the good cause' again and start more drama.

I have no clue what the future holds in terms of...well...whatever lol But I'll be posting my fics to ao3, where writing preferences and subject matter don't attract crazies from my understanding.

I am sorry I deleted most of my fics from here. Again, they'll be posted to ao3 in due time (when I get an account)

I hope everyone has a great Halloween! You celebrate Channukah, Christmas...whatever, have a good one!

This has been a fun way to test my abilities (I didn't mean to quote Itachi) and I am very grateful that many liked my writing and I hope my fics in some way brought you comfort and brought all the good levels of horny.

Thank you, everyone, again, who has been kind and for all the support.

To my Besties (you all) Love ya!

#Thank you #Rabbit speaks #Slasher Rabbit #Will I come back?#Maybe #Also writing in second perspective was getting limiting #For me #that's not a diss to anyone who does #I mean shit it's what I was doing #seriously though #thank you for the support to those who do #Be kind in the end #Write what makes YOU happy #Also just because the slashers are dark #you don't have to make the fic dark #just readers please don't be shocked when a fic is dark lol #I wish I had more to say #Bye Besties

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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I just had some little meshuggener get fucking saucy with me lol

"Well maybe if you didn't tag Male reader in your stuff blah blah blah we wouldn't see it in the tags."

WHAT

The only time I've tagged Male reader was to give free rein to MALE WRITERS to write some DILF Slasher stuff where the DILF slasher is into doing the fucking nasty with a dude.

I still haven't seen DILF Slashers x Male reader (or maybe y'all just haven't tagged me cause I will reblog it)

what the fuck is up with men and being so fucking snooty?

I don't tag my fics male reader. All I did was ask for the requests to stop.

ALSO. Don't get me fucking started on something. Okay, I'll start. you wanna know the fics that had (this was when slasher fics were just starting to become a thing on tumblr) NO fucking proper tags and NO title indicating the gender???

Take a wild fucking guess!

MALE READER stuff

The number of fics I'd come across just to find out I had a penis all of a sudden is too damn much.

Y'all know how annoying it is to have someone with a scrotum come whining to you to write a fic for them and their bussy? It's annoying.

Edit - I gotta give props to tho those who send hate off anon, have fun being blocked lol what the fuck you think I was gonna do?

#I will continue to block #LOL #I swear y'all #I even made a post GIVING AWAY prompts #and I get little scrotum havers poppin off #I'm poppin off ffs #Leave female or female identifying authors alone #Y'all are obviously in the fucking female tags looking for writers to bug #How else y'all be buggin us #sorry if I sound anti men #Obviously I'm not #and the guys who are bugging female authors are obviously young #don't come for me and you have no age in your bio

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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Oh, rabbit 😫

My professors are kicking my ass, any thoughts on Professor Brahms x student reader?

Yes, that is Spencer...But it has Professor Brahms Vibes.

Professor Brahms? I'm In love!

Professor Brahms x Female Reader

Part 1 (Part 2)

2353 words

NSFW mentions but it is brief.

Brahms paced the floor as he rambled. He went on and on about the classics. Jane Austin, Thomas Hughes, Mark Twain, or as he said, 'The only good American author.'

"What about Patricia Highsmith?"

He snapped his attention to the voice in the pews.

"Excuse me? Patricia who?" Brahms knew who she was, but was shocked someone would offer a correction to his lesson.

"I just mean, she is a great writer, Strangers on a Train, and-"

"Listen, just because her works were made into movies, no matter how well-received, doesn't warrant praise." He took in how his student reacted to his abrupt interruption. The corner of his lips resisted the urge to pull into a smile as he watched her straighten herself in her seat.

"It's not just the movies, her work does warrant praise. Just like many other American authors."

"Care to elaborate?" Brahms leaned against his desk, hands in his pockets as he took her in.

"All I'm saying is that American authors, be it their works from the last seventy or eighty years, deserve the same amount of respect for say, Jane Austin. You can't cherry-pick based on British classical standards."

Brahms clicked his tongue and ran a hand over his curly hair. "You sure have a lot to say, Y/n. We can discuss this after class if you will, better yet, I'd like an essay on the subject, in fact, I'd like an essay from all of you!" Brahms ignored the chorus of groaning with a smile, "five thousand words should suffice. All on the subject of what makes an American author a classic."

"Oh, class look at that," He pointed to the large clock above the door reading two-thirty, "Time for you to be off and writing those essays." He laughed as the anger behind everyone standing up and whipping their bags over their shoulders.

Brahms watched with a sick delight as the students walked past you with waves of disgust and anger, venomous words under their breath as they passed you.

He stood still with his arms crossed over his chest, watching as the students shuffled out the door. Save for you. You stood in front of him, a wild look in your eyes, jaw tensed, hand clutching your bookbag. A student shot you an insult, a flinch before you had composed yourself. Brahms took note of this.

He waited as everyone was gone, leaving just you and him. A thick silence hung in the air as Brahms let you stare him down, your eyes narrowed, mouth hung slightly ajar as if the words had yet to form.

"Well, may I help you?" Brahms unfolded his arms and placed his hands on the edge of his desk, "Don't you have an essay to get writing?" He bit the inside of his cheek to hide his smile.

"About that, Brahms. Please just chancel the essay for everyone and leave it for me, just me. Don't punish them for my," You paused as you mulled over the next word, "outburst."

Brahms rubbed his chin, "Outburst? How mature of you to admit to such a violent and disruptive action," He laughed despite himself, "Well, I can accept your half-baked apology. But if one fucks up, the rest of the class suffers."

"Sir,"

Sir? Oh, Brahms felt his cock twitch when it slipped out of that pretty mouth,

"Is there anything I can do, to absolve my classmates for my mistake?"

Brahms tapped his chin with his index finger, "Well," He pretended to give the allusion he was mulling over his next few words, "There is something."

He took careful steps towards the door, his back turned to you. His lips swiped over his bottom lip as he locked the door. If he had hearing like that of a rabbit, he'd swear he could hear your heart stop the moment the lock clicked.

Brahms turned to you, his hands on his hips as he walked over, careful steps, precise in nature as he stared down at you, "Oh?" Brahms lifted a finger to your front, his index lingered over your chest, "You have something on your shoulder." He plucked a piece of fur off your sweater, "Cat? Dog?"

"Cat, roommatess."

Brahms bit his lip at how you answered, voice monotonous. "Hm, the cat a nuisance?" Brahms was never one for animals, not that he was allergic, he just could never appreciate the art of gaining a cat's trust and disliked how stupidly loyal a dog could be at a first meeting. It was a trait he enjoyed in people.

"Why don't you and I go somewhere together to let the little rascal get a break from you?"

He laughed, a booming laugh that echoed in the large classroom. Your eyes were wide and your mouth hung open.

"Well? How does that sound?"

"You are actually going on a date with Professor Brahms?" Your roommate held her orange tabby close to her chest, "You know how hot that is?"

You rolled your eyes as you sat on your bed, "It's unethical, is what it is."

"You dumb bitch, you aren't under eighteen and it's college, not high school."

"It's an abuse of power." You corrected.

She sat her cat down as she went back to rummaging through your clothes, her eyes scanned your tops in pursuit of a perfect top for the date. "You know, if you felt that way, you'd have said no."

You pet the cat as he jumped onto the bed and pushed his head into your hand, "If it gets my classmates off my back, I'll do it. And it's the only reason why I'm doing it."

She turned to you, her face ripe with disbelief, "Yeah, just for that reason. Not because he's the hottest Professor, not because he's in his early thirties and still single, not because he's already rich thanks to his parents being old money."

You drowned her out as she continued to ramble. Her cat, Firepaw, nestled himself into your lap. His purring soothed you, your thoughts threatening to get this best of you. It wasn't enough though as you heard your roommate mention Brahms and how his forearms looked when he'd roll up his sleeves.

Fuck, she was right, he looked good like that. Sleeves rolled up to show his lean forearms, his muscles taught as he crossed his arms over his chest. And the way his biceps flexed under his thin dress shirt.

"And don't get me started on his Blueish green eyes!"

'Don't get me started' you said to yourself. The way he looked at you just hours ago made the blood course through you, heating up your cheeks as he looked down at you. Those unique coloured eyes held a hint of mischief and unbeknownst to you, a desire.

"I have it!" Your roommate dashed off and returned just as fast as she left with a little black dress in her hands. "Ta-da! I'll let you borrow it!"

"You sure? I mean you wore that whe-"

"Yes, I'm sure! It's the magic whore dress! You where this and any man will bend themselves to your will."

She's a fucking idiot. But she's your idiot.

That little black dress is what she wore one night at a club, and how she had hordes of men buying her drinks. They were drunk, she was drunk and the dress is partially see-through.

She stood in front of the door with the dress held out in her hands, She shook it, indicating for you to take it. She raised an eyebrow as you hesitated, handshaking you snatched it from her.

"Oh, and you better wear it. I don't care if you wear black underneath to make it less fun, regardless, you're gonna get what you want."

Brahms toyed around with his stress balls. His knuckles blanching as he squeezed the green toy.

"You feeling okay, Brahms?" Norman sat down next to his colleague. He opened up his lunch bag and pulled out an apple, "Your face looks all tight."

Brahms brought his attention to Norman, "Ah, yes, I am fine." Brahms twiddled the green ball between his fingers. "It's not too harsh of me to punish all my students for one's mistake, am I?"

"I'd say so."

Brahms playfully scoffed, "Isn't that nice of you, thanks for being frank."

Norman took a bite of his apple, quickly chewed and swallowed, "Well, knowing you, I'm sure there is an ulterior motive. So, who is she?"

Brahms wished he was eating an apple as he'd use the opportunity to take a bite to hide his growing grin. "I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Oh, I mean you are around beautiful young women all day, only natural one would catch your eye."

"Actually...well yes she is fairly pretty, she's young of course, but I admire the fact she spoke up. Not many do." Brahms knew why too. He was a hard ass, it was his way or no way. He preferred it that way, it's how he grew up, it's how he expected the rest of his life to be.

There was something about a woman putting him in his place, albeit even a slight disagreement stirred his loins. To so brazenly contradict him and had the guts to do so in front of one's peers.

'I wonder how much she'd disagree in bed?' Brahms brought his attention back to his stress ball. He squeezed it, over and over again to quell the string ache in his pants.

"Oh, Brahms, Sir, please teach me a lesson!" Your lithe body under him, his cock working itself into you at a breakneck speed. "Sir, I'm so sorry, just don't stop. Keep fucking my cute little pussy."

"Brahms?" Norman called out, waving his hand across the table, "You with me?"

"Oh, hm, no, not for long, I have a date to get to."

You shifted in your seat, eyes of the other patrons glanced over to you, a look of pity in some, a look of amusement in others.

"Miss, are you sure you wouldn't like to order a drink?"

You dismissed him with another wave and a curt smile. He eagerly ditched to another table, hollow "How are things going? Enjoying yourself?" It Rang in your ears.

What you want was "So sorry I'm late, I was held up!"

You swore you could hear him, his posh accent easily flowed through you.

"Y/n?"

Brahms laughed as he placed his hand on your shoulder, the tips of his fingers dug into the fabric on your dress, pressing them into your shoulders. He let his hands linger as he watched your eyes flicker in his direction.

He flashed a dazzling smile, "I am so sorry, I was held up. Waiter! Water for me and some wine for the young lady."

The urge to correct him on using the term young lady came and went. You were in fact a young lady, but you felt adult, very adult. A date, whether it is real or not was up for debate, but the fact you sat in an 'adult' get up in a fancy restaurant that only the rich could afford made you feel like a real lady.

"Enjoy being called a young lady while you're young," He assured as if listening to your thoughts, "We are only young once."

When you pulled his hand away from your shoulder, it immediately felt cold from his absence.

He removed his jacket and placed it on the back of his chair, a fresh new dress shirt and bow tie, crisp and clean. He flashed you a charming smile as he sat across from you, "You agree? Or is that something you'd care to challenge me on?"

His game was obvious, you smiled despite yourself, "Only if it means a nice dinner at a swanky restaurant."

"Oh, what happened to that steadfast student, ready to challenge her professor?"

"About that," You quickly thanked the waiter he placed your wine on the table, you quickly sipped, "Look, I'm sorry about that." You took in his scowl but continued, "Please, leave the one essay to me, don't punish the rest of the class."

Brahms took a sip of his water to hide his frown, "Well, I could do that, but again, one flounders, the others must feel the weight of their classmate's actions."

"Please, Sir,"

Brahms felt his cock throb. He wanted more of that.

"I understand all have to suffer for one's actions. But one can do the right thing and...make it right."

"the wine good?" Brahms took another sip of his water.

"Yes?" You looked down into the deep red drink, "Did you?"

Brahms slammed a fist onto the table, the patrons around jumped and stared wide-eyed at you both, "Did you think I spiked it? Got the waiter to drop a few tablets of E?"

You shifted, hands pulling at the hem of the dress, "No, I."

He leaned forward, "Cause I did."

Your heart skipped a beat, mind raced. Your body wanted to hurl itself out of your seat, the only problem was you felt like lead replaced the blood in your veins.

"Love? Haha, you can't be for real?" A similar booming laugh like one from earlier in the day, "Why on heavens would I do such a thing? You take me for that kind of man?"

A wave of relief coursed through you, a flash of embarrassment came to the surface. Your eyes flickered to those around you, snickers and eye rolls as their attention is on you.

"I'm so-"

"No, no. It's natural to be on edge over such a scenario. Now, the waiter is coming."

The waiter placed the menu on the table, a small smile to the both of you before he departed again.

"You should get the bouillabaisse oh, and add the Pumpkin Ricotta Gnocchi with Pancetta and seared Radicchio."

"That, Uhm, sounds like a lot."

"Oh, it is, will take a while, but it gives you plenty of time to come up with ways to save your classmates before I do."

#self reblog #might be silly but I'm proud of myself for actually writing and finishing both parts #lol #heavy smut next chapter #another fic that wasn't meant to turn into something this long

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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-That can drive creativity down. Especially if the original writer noted or told others what they planned to write.-

Ain't that the fuckin truth.

This is probably ignorant to ask, but if writers have time to plays games and reblog, why don't they have time to you know - write?

Nonnie, I hate to say this. This isn't probably ignorant. It is ignorant. And I'm going to assume you aren't a writer because you wouldn't ask this if you were.

Your question. Why don't they write?

Time and energy. You need both to create. Some days, people don't have enough to devote to it. There are people behind the blogs that have families, jobs and other things to worry about.

Lack of engagement. Some writers are pulling back because they have worked their asses off to produce and get nothing to show for it, typically after so many have demanded more behind the anon button.

Similarities. Writers have tossed fics completely because they're too similar to what someone else has recently posted. That can drive creativity down. Especially if the original writer noted or told others what they planned to write.

And some days...people just don't want to write.

Playing games, reblogging and simply engaging with others is a nice break from the mold. Not sure how many times it needs to be said that blogs are not fic machines.

If this was directed specifically at me and you're only following me for my writing, I suggest following my sideblog instead. If this is a general ask for other writers, please be kind to them. You don't know what's going on in RL. If anything, be more supportive and celebrate when they DO post.

Thank you for the ask.

#I hope you don't mind if I reblog this #You sum it up so well #it can be crushing writing a chaptered fic for no one to care #Or writing a request for it to flop #and rarely do they thank you for writing their request #props to those who do thank the writer!

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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gosh i just love all the school related au’s you do

college au with the sinclair’s (my fave), the jock au, dilf professor vincent, the high school one you did with the sinclair’s (the one where a brother liked an other brothers s/o)

i just love them all (and the sinclair’s)

Thank you!

The college series has an ending, I just haven't written it lol Vincent wins in the end but reader-chan doesn't :(

Tbh, to me, the college series isn't as dark as I wish I had taken it in terms of the chapters I have written.

I wanted to write Bo just absolutely Gas-Lighting the reader. I also wanted to have a scene where Vincent does the same thing.

Both brothers are absolutely brutal to the reader. They 'love' her but the main goal is to make sure the other doesn't have her.

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Ah, the high school one! I got a lot of requests for a part 2 and that was one where there was never going to be a part 2.

That was honestly just a test to see if I could write three short stories.

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College professor Vincent!? Ah, glad you liked it! He didn't hit as well as DILF Bo did but I'm glad people do like it. Don't worry, he's still our scary and possessive Vincent, even if an AU

I have a professor Brahms coming up! Two Parts at 6185 words!

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I have like lore for the Jock AU lol That's how deep I am.

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Thank you so much for sending this is! Made me smile! :)

#anon speaks #anon asks #Thank you anon #seriously these are so nice #:)

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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i LOVE your writing, it gives me enormous comfort and your aus/fics have helped me in difficult times, don't mind those people who are sending you hate, keep doing a great job! 💕

Have they helped?

That makes me happy to hear :) Thanks for loving the AUs and the rest of the fics.

The more one's account grows the more the hate grows frequent.

It's even funnier when someone accuses you of sending them hate lmao

Thanks for the kind words! I have more fics coming but I haven't written since Friday I believe.

The queue has stuff but mentally I can't bring myself to write!

Not because of anon hate! lol More so personal shit going.

Keep doing a great job too, ash90s

#Thank you!#anon speaks #anon asks #I'll try to get the will to write #try

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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Yo, legit?

AWW Thank you!! :)

So glad this fic got this kind of love!

I love your writing <3 If you are still doing the prompt thing, can I request 2 or 37 (or both ^^) for Bo Sinclair, please? 🥺

Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

Thank you for loving my writing!!

Bo's had enough of feeling like he does everything around Ambrose. He could ask for help, but that's not what the head of the family does. He has only one place he can go just to let off some steam.

Underthecut - NSFW, Daddy Kink, Fluff, Fingering, Oral (female receiving) Creampie, Spitting.

2. running fingers through hair

37. putting their head on the other’s chest

Bo stormed into the house, tossing off his hat and slamming the door behind him. The sound of the plate dropping muffled by a loud fuck emitting from him. You hopped away from the mess. You didn’t have to look at Bo to know just how angry he must have looked. No doubt huffing, puffing, jaw clenched and grumbling to himself.

“Fuckin’ idiots. Fuck stupid idiots making me do all the damn work.” Bo stormed into the kitchen, Your eyes went wide, mouth slacked, Bo’s shitless chest heaved, a thin layer of sweat coating him “And where the hell was you?” He placed his hands on his hips asking with an accusing tone.

You shook your head slowly, mouth dry, eyes trying to remain anywhere but his torso. “You said..”

“What, what the hell did I say?”

“To stay home in case things get out of hand.” You choked out, feeling his eyes bore into you. He sneered and licked his lips.

“Maybe that should change, huh?” He walked over to you, wiping his sweaty hands on his blood-stained jeans. You swallowed hard as he stood over you, the layer of sweat on his forehead dripped down onto you. You raised a hand to wipe it away when Bo caught it, his large one squeezing your smaller one. “It’s like I fuckin’ do everything around here. Talkin up these bozos that come into town, gettin em all comfortable, having to take them out if Vincent doesn’t get to em. But, it’s mostly me, that freak doesn’t ever leave his workshop.”

You let Bo ramble, you wanted to counter everything he said. He certainly didn’t do everything. It was always a team effort to get people into Ambrose and the killing part. He also never let Vincent leave, even when you pleaded and begged him to let you take Vincent into an actual town for a day.

“Ah, what is it, Baby Doll? Got something to say?” He leaned down to get right in your face, he tilted his head and gave you a mock smile.

“No, Bo.”

“Excuse me?”

Damnit. You tried your best to hide your bashful smile behind your free hand, “No, Daddy.” You looked into Bo’s baby blues, they held you in, like always, shining soft and dream-like. His mouth went in a hard straight line, you could see his jaw clench before he slammed his face into your chest. He let go of your hand and wrapped his muscular arms around your back, pulling you into himself. It was...awkward, he leaned down into you, holding you as you went on your tippy-toes to try at a better angle. “B- Daddy?”

He murmured a “Just fuckin’ hold me, alright.” You wrapped your arms around him, enjoying the way his back felt under your soft touch, sweat and all. He shook as you held him, nuzzling his face into your chest, “Fuckin’ people.” You looked down at him in your arms, not wanting to prod him of information, knowing this was his way of telling you how he felt, what he was going through. You hated why he got like this but loved it when he was this soft.

Bo always had to be ‘Mr. Alpha’ the top dog of Ambrose, the main man, the patriarch of the Sinclair family. Nothing ever got to Bo, according to Bo. Not when that one victim decided to be sweet on ya. Especially not when he knows that victim could give you a better life than he ever could. Not when you hurl insults at him for being a little too flirty to the next female victim. No, Bo tells himself he didn’t do anything wrong, he never felt like shit afterward, so he tries to tell himself. Never bothered Bo that one time someone kicked the shit out of Lester. Just told his brother to toughen up. He didn’t spend the rest of the next kicking himself for not keeping his little brother safe. Not like the one time he caught Vincent making you a valentines card. He just laughed in his little brother's face, “Like you have a chance with her.” Bo didn’t rush to make you a valentines card and made sure you got his first. Honest.

You ran your hands from his muscular sweaty back to his equally sweaty hair, not caring anymore of how sticky it was going to feel later. You messaged his scalp and he returned the gesture with a low moan. You leaned in to kiss the crown of his head, licking your lips and tasting his sweat. He had a rugged taste and smell to him, like a hot summer's day mixed with hard labor.

“Keep doin’ that.” He mumbled into you. You sighed and continued with your ministrations. If it got Bo to calm down, you’d do it. Not that you didn’t mind when he was riled up, he could be very...fun but getting soft Bo was a chance you were not going to pass up. You hummed as you felt his hands trail up and down your back, his fingers messages up and down on you. He’d give the occasional squeeze the lower and lower he got, chuckling when he got you to your ass and you yelped.

“Bo…” You caught yourself, “Shit, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

Bo snaps his head up at you, “Oh, Doll, I think you got a little too comfortable, haven’t ya?” He lifts his head from your chest and places a soft kiss on your forehead. “That’s the last bit of your soft Daddy you’re gonna get.”

Bo yanked your shorts down, dragging your panties along with them. You squirmed as they got to your knees. Bo gave you a sharp look, you relented and let him take them off, he grabbed your panties and slipped them in his pocket. He trailed his hands back to the hem of your shirt, lifting it slightly, placing kisses on your lower belly. You keened and he laughed, “Baby doll like that?” You mewled and he lifted your shirt. Bo tossed it aside and took in your bra, “Shame you still wear this, especially when you know Daddy’s coming home.” He reached around and tore it off, kissing your collarbone as your tits were grasped by his calloused hands.

You placed your hands on him, enjoying the way you could feel his hands work on you. You kissed his forehead, taking in more of his sweaty taste, giving the occasional lick on his temple. Bo kissed you, moaning into the soft kiss, he trailed his hands to your ass and hauled you up onto the counter, knocking shit out of his way. Your ass was inches from the edge, he spread you wide, “Don’t you fuckin’ move.” he snarled. You shook in place, legs spread wide on the counter to give him a full view. Bo lifted your ankle and placed wet and sloppy kisses down your leg, biting hard as he got your inner thigh. You bucked into the bite, feeling special as you watched Bo give you a sly smile.

You sucked in a breath when his lips rested just above your glistening pussy. “Daddy, Please. Please kiss my pussy.”

He smirked, “Tell Daddy you need him.”

“I need you, Daddy, please Daddy I need you to suck my cute clit.”

He gave you a wolfish grin, “Well, because Baby Girl asked so nicely.” His tongue went flat between your folds up to your needy clit. You sighed and wiggled your hips at the feeling. Bo chuckled into you and he plunged his tongue into your cunt. Lapping up every bit of you. Bo moved his right hand down your thigh to the edge of your pussy, pressing in slightly as his tongue flicked lightly over your clit. You whined, two fingers slipping in your wet hot hole. “Shit, Baby, so fucking tight and warm.” Bo sucked hard on your clit, making you buck into his mouth. You ran your hand through his hair, pressing hard into his scalp.

Bo groaned and snaked his other hand to his crotch, palming his erection. Bo looked up and caught the glint in your eye, “Does Daddy’s girl just get him too worked up?” He snarled, releasing your clit from his mouth, his lips covered in your slick. “Kiss me, Daddy!” He sneered and pushed his fingers further into you, scissoring them inside your wet channel, loving the noise it made.

“Baby girl just had to go piss off her Daddy, huh?” He placed a kiss on your lips, laughing as you used your tongue to lick at him, wanting to taste yourself on him. “Aw, Baby Girl just needs to be a bit more patient.” You shook as Bo quickened his pace in you, your legs struggling to remain on the counter, feeling heavy and strained. “Just a little more, come on, will you cum for Daddy?” You sobbed and nodded, mouth slack. Bo watched as your body quivered, loving what he was putting it through. He pressed his thumb onto your clit, giving it harsh swipes. “Cum for Daddy now.” You stilled, Bo grinned as he knew.

“Shit, Daddy, ah!” You squealed as you felt warmth wash over you. The thrill of it all sending tingles throughout your sensitive parts. You collapsed on the counter, head hitting the cabinet with a thud, head too full to feel any pain.

Bo watched as your body spasmed, your pink pussy glistening and juices dripping onto the counter. He brought his wet fingers to his mouth and suckled, yanking your head back up to watch him, “Daddy loves how his Baby Girl tastes. Does Baby want a taste?”

You nodded, tongue out wanting to taste. He chuckled and brought your head closer to his, “Keep your tongue out and you can have a taste.” Bo swirled his tongue in his mouth and spit onto your tongue. “Taste that.” You eagerly obeyed. Bo groaned as he watched you swallow. “Good girl.” Bo undid his jeans to free his cock, sighing as it sprang free from the tight confines. Bo held you by the neck while the other hand grabbed the base of his erection, “Daddy doesn’t even have to ask if you want this, can see your needy little cunt begging to be kissed by my cock.” You nodded at him, panting.

Bo slid his cock up and down your slit, pretty wet folds hugging his cock, “Daddy…” You keened. Bo flashed you his baby blues and slammed in. You screamed and he grunted, his free hand resting on your hip, thumb close to your clit. Bo gripped your neck, nails digging into your thin flesh. He watched you, watched as you tried to stay up, tried to remain composed as he fucked into you relentlessly.

You squeaked and squealed as Bo slammed up into you, body feeling hot, your already sore cunt coming undone at his large cock fucking you up. Bo moved his thumb over your sore clit, “Daddy, no, it’s sore.” He gave you a dark chuckle and pressed his thumb in giving it the same harsh treatment as before.

“I know Daddy’s girl can take it.” He leaned into you, placing a kiss on your cheek, “She can take it right?” You whispered out a babbled ‘yes’ feeling delirious as you rammed into you. Bo took his hand off your throat and reached into his pocket, “Here, take these.” He shoved your panties into your mouth, “Just in case you get too loud and Vincent notices. Can’t have him coming up and joining again, can we?” He winked at you while you felt tears roll down your cheek.

Bo’s pace into your wet pussy, his circles over your already sore clit, the harsh grip on your waist, his baby blues staring at you with a mix of lust and despite his teasing words and harsh actions, adoration. You licked your panties, droll spilling down your chin, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek, the sound of Bo’s cock fucking in and out of you, he caught that look in your eyes.

“Cum, Baby Girl.” A few harsh flicks on your clit you tensed, arms reaching out to wrap around Bo’s back. You let out a muffled whine as you felt your pussy clench around him. Bo felt your pussy hugging him tightly, “Shit, Do-” He cut himself off with a strangled cry. He fucked you hard for a few more thrusts till he exploded within you, “Shit, baby, your pussy milking me. Huh.” He slowed his thrusts, grunting and moaning as he felt himself coat your pink pussy with his seed.

You groaned as he pulled out, feeling his seed drip out of you onto the wet counter. “Remove the panties, Doll.” You attempted to remove them but he snapped away your hand in impatience, using your panties to clean the mess he made. “Get dressed.” you slid off the counter and followed his orders. You fumbled with your panties, legs too weak to hold you up. Bo scoffed, “Damn, always needing your Bo, huh?” He practically dressed you, huffing as he slapped your hands away from yourself.

You shivered as you felt the wet, semen-covered panties on your cunt under the shorts. You looked up at Bo, eyes soft, he ran his rough hand over your cheeks to wipe away your drying tears. “What, Doll?”

You pointed at the broken plate on the floor, “Can you help me clean that?” You giggled as you watched him give you a nasty scowl.

“I am needed for damn near everything here, huh?” He gave you a small smile and kissed the top of your head. “Get the dustpan, Doll. Let’s get started.”

#reblog #Yo this was so nice to read!#Thank you!#Like legit compliments like this SLAP #fic writer

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww!

Today you have been visited by the shameless hoe fairy, I’m here to spread love and all the good vibes 😎

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Love ya byeee

Thanks for spreading love, Bestie! 💗💗💗

#Anon speaks #anon asks #for the tags #Wah #Buttercup!!!#Thanks Bestie

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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I would understand that anon if you actually did tag ur works xmale reader and didn't write for male readers.... but?? You literally don't???

I read both female and male reader and your work isn't on the male reader tag at all?? So that anon just makes no sense..

Like there will always be more fem!reader than male, but there's still a lot of blogs that they could've went to, to ask for male reader

>I would understand that anon if you actually did tag ur works xmale reader and didn't write for male readers.... but?? You literally don't???<

Thank you!! Cause I knew I didn't tag shit as male reader!

I can't recall if I mentioned it before but I suspect they were the same anon who was upset with me cause I hadn't written male reader stuff "You gonna write for male reader? I feel left out!"

There used to be like one or two blogs back then who wrote male stuff but now? Yeah, there are a lot more!

I'll add, I have also said "Hey, you guys can write DILF Bo with a male reader" and Have also made a post GIVING AWAY prompts before and any gender can be used. But NOOOO they gotta channel some dumb bitch energy to bug female writers to write for them.

Oh to anyone who does, Tag Me! I'd love to read it and reblog it!

>they could've went to, to ask for male reader<

unfortunately, it's just easier for them to be entitled.

#Thanks!#Anon speaks #anon asks #not anon but for the tags #Legit knew I didn't tag male reader

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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Stepdad Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

The reader is someone in her early to mid-20s while Bo is in his late 40s. Please go look up pictures of Brain Van Holt as he does now, the man is a snack!

The Reader was 19 when her mom married Bo and met him at 19.

Underthecut - NSFW, Daddy Kink, Voyeurism, Cheating, Unprotected sex, porn being watched, Stepdad and stepdaughter dynamics.

Five years since he had come into your life. Five years of watching your mother go from being the happiest woman in the world to being an absolute mess of a woman.

Sweet goodbye kisses turned into snide comments. Dinner dates went from every Friday to once in a blue moon.

Flirty touches in the mornings turned into, huffs and vile stares between her and your stepdad.

Bo Sinclair.

You never took his last name, already too old for that nonsense.

"You know, your name with my last name does slip off the tongue."

His comment and the way he smirked, his blue eyes lit up as he took you in had made you grin and, feel something deep within your core.

Five years since that comment you had grown closure to your stepdad.

It was Bo who rushed to pick you up late from work, "Good thing I wasn't busy, huh?" His southern drawl quelled your tears as you hopped into his truck,

"Sorry I'm all wet, I didn't know it was going to rain." You giggled and wiped your cheeks off the last remaining tears. "I'm sorry." Your tone was more apologetic.

"Ah, darlin, it ain't no thing. Can't have a pretty little thing like you walking around late," He reached over to rub your shoulder, "It's dangerous out there."

You caught his wink and salacious smirk.

"Now, why ya cryin?"

It was dumb, "No one could give me a ride home. I'm fuckin scared of walking around so late. I just spook myself is all."

He chuckled, "Understandable. And y'know, you ever need me to do this again, I'll be there. Or do you want me to have chat with the manager to get you some better shifts?"

Your cringe turned into a small smile, "No, it's okay, I mean to the manager part. Her rules."

"Ah," he clicked his tongue, "I think you just want me to pick you up late from now on."

"Beauregard, can you please go to the basement and grab some drinks."

Bo cringed. His full name and it was coming from his wife. "Yeah, I'll fuckin' get it."

"Don't you swear at me." Her tone was curt.

Bo shook his head as he walked away, not caring to get into it with her for the third time that day.

"Oh, and leave Y/n alone, she's studying for her final, she can help later."

"Yeah, sure."

Every step down the basement stairs creaked and groaned under his weight.

He grumbled as he finally made his way down, grateful the rickety plants didn't snap. He was meant to fix them, but like a typical husband, it fell to the wayside.

"you like that baby?"

"yes, Daddy!"

The blood in his veins ran cold. His mouth parted in a small o, his eyes bugged out. He remained frozen in place,

"Gonna cum on daddy's cock, baby girl? Gonna make a mess of my dick?"

"Ooh, yes daddy!"

His gaze turned down the hall to the right, a sliver of yellow light shining from the cracked open door.

Your room.

Bo strained to hear more as he gingerly made his way down to the hall.

"Fuck, what a tight little pussy you have. So warm for her Daddy."

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Daddy, fill up my pussy, make a mess."

Bo rubbed his growing erection through his jeans, the friction did little to satisfy his growing need.

He stood at your door. His mind raced with perverse thoughts. The strong urge to peek in and his morality pleading him not to.

"Fuck...Bo, Daddy, I want you."

'Fuck it' He peeked.

Shit.

You sat on the bed, laptop placed in down around your feet. Your hand working delicate circles around your sensitive nub.

Your eyes glued to the screen, the woman, though not similar in look to you was being fucked by a man who looked more like your stepdad.

Any morality within you was long gone with each little stroke over your clit.

"Get ready to take daddy's cum, baby girl!"

You sobbed and threw your head back, your orgasm made you quake, toes curled as you fell back against the bed. "Bo, more..."

Bo watched as you shook on the bed, your delicate fingers dipped into your sodden cunt. Your moans and whimpers filled your room.

Bo bit his lip and gripped his cock through his jeans. The thought of slamming his cock into your wanting pussy, growling and snarling above you as he fucked you.

The way you moaned his name stirred that deep primal ache in him.

You wanted him. Fuck it, he wanted you.

He pulled himself away from your room, the perfect view, the perfect image forever ingrained in his mind.

'Studying...heh...' He thought to himself, 'She sure is studying...'

He shouldn't have done it. Really, he's a married man.

"Bo, fuck me, fuck your cock is so huge."

"That's it, getting your cute pussy fucked by daddy. Wanton little thing like you craves this shit."

You ran your hands through his brown hair, pulled at his roots, he hissed in response.

"Yeah, fuck I want you."

He fucked you on your bed, another porno playing in the background on your laptop. Your moans mixed with the woman on screen.

You threw your head back, exposed your neck to Bo. A wail was ripped out of you as he nipped and sucked on your pulse, "Shit, baby doll, such tasty little thing." He licked up your neck to nibble on the shell of your ear.

"Daddy, more."

He growled in your ear, the primal noise sent a shiver down your spine.

"Daddy will give you more, just beg for me, slut. Huh, you a slut? Your cunt sure feels like it."

"Yes, Daddy." You whimpered and sighed in response, your eyes closed tight, white sparks filled your version, "Fuck, Bo, I'm g-gonna cum."

"Again?" The elation in his voice turned into a mocking tone, "Of course you are, gonna cum on daddy's cock again, ain't cha."

You nod, lower lip trembled, "Shit!" you wrapped your arms around Bo's neck, nails dug into his shoulders as your cunt clenched and came around his cock.

Your muscles went slack as Bo pistoned in and out of you, "Good, girl, good girl, shit fuck," His cock throbbed, "Gonna cum again, Take it, take daddy's cum! Fuck!" Bo grunted, a pitched moan as he emptied himself within you.

He collapsed on to you, made sure not to crush you under his weight by propping himself onto an elbow. His sweaty chest pressed against yours, his breath heavy and ragged in your ear.

"You," He kissed your cheek, "Are just too fuckin perfect." A deep kiss on your lips, "Now, did I ruin other men for you?"

You giggled as he raised his brow, "Did I ruin other women?"

Bo smirked as he wrapped his arms around you and rolled to his side.

"Maybe...do you think she'd be mad?" A tender kiss on your forehead.

You frowned. The realization hit you, making your heart sink.

"Bo?"

He silenced you with a kiss.

"Later, darlin, worry about it later."

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slasherrabbitmadness · 3 years

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Jock Bo Sinclair x Female Reader

-On Repeat-

Medias Res - College baseball Player Bo -Yes, a sports AU-

Bo Sinclair is a rising star in the university baseball scene, full-ride scholarship to boot. A tight sorority acting has surrogate brothers and party enablers, Also, resident fuck boy known around campus. Bo doesn't need anyone tieing him down, he earned his shot to be cocky and get with anything in a skirt.

He didn't think one girl was gonna put a wedge in his party lifestyle.

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Underthecut - NSFW, fingers, Oral -Female Receiving- Creampie

Bo hated the idea of wasting his day helping someone move into their new apartment. Hated the fact it made him feel like a pack mule. Hated that he'd probably be paid in pizza and cheap beer. He could be at practice instead.

"Gosh, Bo, you are a lifesaver, do you know that?"

But her voice ran through his ears like a sweet siren's call.

"Ah, I had nothin better to do." He drawled and gave her a wink.

Lie but if it made her happy, he'd gladly be Mr. Fib.

Her apartment was small, her bedroom had enough for a bed, nothing more. Her living room could fit a loveseat, coffee table and TV, nothing more. The kitchen didn't have a lick of counter space. She didn't seem to mind.

He watched as her eyes lit up as she spun around, her pet cat in her hands, the poor thing looks less than thrilled to be spun judging from its narrowed eyes.

"You should put that thing down, darlin' she might get dizzy." It's not like Bo to overtly care for cats but he'd be equally pissed if he was in the cat's fur.

"Sorry baby girl!" The cat was placed gently on the floor, she ran off to hide in the closet-sized bathroom.

Despite feeling like a pack mule, there wasn't a whole lot to move in, no space anyways. The love seat was easy enough, shocked she could handle going up the stairs with it. Double shocked she hauled the mattress up on her own as well.

"Just a few more boxes, Bo and we are done!" She clapped her hands together, her bright smile reached her ears, Her eyes lit up and softened as she looked at him.

'fuck, she is something else.' Bo cleared his throat, "Yeah, then you owe me some beer and pizza...I guess."

Her hand grabbed onto the back of his arm, she squeezed, causing him to flex in response. "Just some beer and pizza, gotcha!"

The neighbours were pushy. some might call them friendly but the questions they were asking had Bo feeling some kind of way.

"Oh, what a cute new couple moving in! George! come meet the new couple!"

Awkward would be an understatement as Bo held the final and box in his hand as you made small talk with the old lady.

"Couple, uhm, well we-" She cut you off with a wide grin and jubilation to her voice,

"It's so cute to see such a young couple strike it on their own! Oh, t takes me back!"

"Yeah, you know we just figured to give our mom's and dad's a break and get out of their hair," Bo spoke up for you, he shrugged his shoulders.

"I may not understand you couples doing this unmarried but times change! You must come and visit later! Oh George, hurry up and say hello!"

You felt Bo's presence, a looming and foreboding shadow over you. He leaned down, 'We gotta go.'

It was rude not to meet George, "Ah, we can meet George after, my cat has a shitting problem, I gotta help her out."

"Well, I had a cat that had that problem once."

'Of for fuck sakes' Bo cut in, "Look, Lady, we gotta go, we'll stop by later."

She smiled and waved you both off, you just managed to catch the sour look in her eyes as she shut her door.

"That was kind of mean."

"Darlin' she was gonna talk our fuckin ears off if we let her. I had a neighbour growing up just like that. She would have kept us all night." Bo snorted and shot you a quick look as he ascended the stairs.

He was right. She was nice but you wanted nothing more than to get inside and reward Bo for being such a great guy. He didn't have to help you move in. He probably had other things to do, like smoking a bowl or practice.

"Beer and pizza, hey and some edibles!" Bo held up a beer and the gummy. Bo leaned back into the new IKEA love seat, "This shit is stiff, ya need to break it in."

Your laugh put a pit in his stomach. "Break it in?" You scoffed with a smile, "How many girls have you used that on?"

"Just the ones where it worked."

Bo keeled over in mock pain after you playfully slapped his arm. He sat the beer and gummy on the used coffee table to run his hands on your feet. His rough pads tickled on your bare feet.

Your giggle and playful attempts to fight off his tickle encouraged him further.

"Bo! No! St-stop!"

His hands slip slipped up your leg, he shuddered as the contrast of your soft flesh against his rough hand urged him further, further up your fleshy thigh.

Bo licked his top lip, his baby blue eyes flickered from under your dress, to your wide eyes. He held your gaze as he inched his hand upwards, the tips of his fingers settled on the crotch of your cotton panties.

Bo's gaze left yours. He saw the sudden flash of apprehension. He didn't want to see it. Didn't want to think of what was going through your head. His comment, "Just the ones where it worked" is the common knowledge amongst others that he fucks around like a dog in heat.

He has every right, he's single he can do what he wants.

Every girl felt hallow, every girl satisfied his base level instinct for the night. Every morning he'd wake up feeling like he had a pit deep within his soul.

Bo snapped back to the present as you whimpered at his touch. His knuckle pushing into your panties as his thumb rubbed your bundle of nerves.

He used his free hand to push you back onto the couch, your head resting on the arm. He sunk low, his lower half off the couch and onto the floor, squeezed between the coffee table and couch. He smirked to himself as your breath hitched when he lifted your sundress past your bra.

Bo worked his thumb over your clit, small circles that elicited soft moans from your lips, that made your chest rise and fall, a sudden shake when he pressed hard enough.

"Is that good, darlin?" Bo kissed the inside of your thigh, "Uh, like when I play with your little clit, baby?" He groaned when he caught your nod, your eyes fluttering open to watch him.

"Yeah, Bo, keep playing with it." You bit your lip as he pressed again. His cock smile made your heart flutter.

He was always cute, handsome, and he knew it. He charmed girls like it was his lifeblood. They all fell for it, of course, they did, it was Bo. Flash his baby blue eyes, a confident smile and work a little southern charm and they fell right into his arms.

You keen as he pulled your panties to the side, his hot breath fanning your exposed sex. He let out a breathy 'fuck' before he glanced up at you.

"Ya want it? Want my tongue tasting you?"

The way you nodded your head, ran a shaky hand through his brown hair had Bo curse under his breath. 'Fuck, she looks so cute'

Bo's raw moan was muffled as he dived in, his tongue eagerly running past your warm folds. He pushed it deep into you, his warm muscle lapped at your spongy walls.

"Fuck, Bo, more."

Bo complied, your airy pleas encouraged him to continue tongue fucking you. He moaned as you tugged him by the roots, your hand-pulled in intervals. He growled and dipped his tongue in and out, in and out. He felt your walls flutter against his tongue, a yummy wave of your honey made his cock twitch.

The vibrations of his tongue made your back arch off the couch. You wanted to feel more, more than just his rubbing against your sensitive clit. You tugged him by his roots and ignored his growl of protest as you bucked your hips, your clit rubbed along his lips.

Bo got the message. He wrapped his lips around your swollen nub. His tongue curled as it darted over you, up and down, side to side, he smirked into his actions as ran both hands through his hair, your back arching and pitched moans filled your small apartment.

Your back bowed as panted, Bo's tongue at expert speed over your clit, "Yeah, Bo, more, fuck make me cum!" You fell back into the bed as he growled and pushed your senses over the edge. Goosebumps coated your flesh as the excitement coursed through you.

Bo pulled of with a pop, "Fuck, darlin," Bo dipped his tongue back into taste you, tongue curling inside you, you moaned in response. Bo pulled away, a half-grin on his face, "Taste so freaking good for me, fuck you're gonna get me addicted. Ya wanna taste, doll? Wanna taste yourself off of my tongue?"

You pulled him in by the nape of his neck, tongue licking against his as he pushed it past your lips. His tongue swirled over your, teeth clicked together he pressed the rest of his body against yours. You felt him shimmy his hand down south, the jingle of his belt buckle and zip of his fly had you bucking in anticipation.

A low whimper ripped out of Bo as he brushed the tip of his cock against your wet folds. He staggered as reality hit him.

"Shit, I don't have a condom."

His words brought you to attention.

"You don't carry one around with you?"

Bo cocked his head to the side, a sudden flash of annoyance in his eyes, "What? No, why wo-?"

"I don't have any!"

Bo looked down at you, his body shaking as his cock head was still nestled into your folds.

"Fuck it, I want you! Please Bo, please fuck me. I wa-"

Bo ripped a scream out of you as he shoved himself in to the hilt. He positioned in and out of you, his flesh slapping against your, an arm rested itself under your lower back, the other cupped your cheek.

"Like, that? Huh? Like my cock fucking you, fucking your cute lil pussy? Yeah, you do, look at you, eyes rollin in the back of yer head," He peppered your lips in kisses, "Little thing like you, ah-fu-fuck just need her little pussy stuffed full of cock and cum."

Your hands pushed up into his top, your nails dragged down his muscular back. Bo growled above you, his lips against your ear, "Well, my girl just loves taking me, making me up, huh?" Bo stuttered his movements are your cunt fluttered around him, "Oh, what did I say to make you do that?"

The heat rose to your cheeks, eyes squeezed shut as you whimpered out an answer, his cock fucking you deep left you blissful and open, "My girl!" You whimpered into his neck, "Call me your girl, make me call you it."

"Oh," Bo flashed you a cocky smile, "My girl? You are my girl, right now and, after you are my girl." Bo felt his cheeks go pink. Fuck. He's been wanting to call you that, his girl. Even as he held another, all he could see was your pretty face as he came. When he jerked off it was your name he was moaning, whimpering out as he shot his load into some tissues.

"Yours, Bo." You arched your back, front flushed against his. His cock filled you, better than another man, better than the new toy you had just decided you'd throw away if Bo was gonna be yours.

"All mine?"

"All yours."

"Atta girl."

Bo doubled his efforts, his cock worked itself into you, throbbed as felt your warm and spongy walls grip him like a vice.

"Gonna cum, my girl gonna cum on her man's cock?"

"Yeah, B-Bo, I'm go-gonna c-" You clamped your eyes shut, white sparks danced in your vision as your orgasm trembled through you, your cunt squeezed Bo. He growled as he shot out his release. Thick and sticky cum painted your pink walls.

"My girl, my girl," He repeated like a mantra, "My girl, ah-fuck yer my girl." Bo rocked himself to a halt, his body quivered as he stilled. With a reluctant sigh, he pulled himself out of you.

Bo rolled off the couch and stood up, his hands pulled you up. He dipped you, his lips sticky with your arousal as he made contact with your lips. Another long and heated kiss, Bo moaned into the kiss and pulled away, his cheeks red, his eyes lidded.

"My bed?"

Bo nodded in agreement and scooped you up into his arms, "Our bed." He laughed as you playfully pushed into his chest.

Three rounds and Bo had finally been spent. He rested his head on your fluffy pink pillow as he lazily traced circles on your arm. He held you close, firm against his side, your hand resting in the middle of his chest.

During the second round, in your cock dress mess, had asked Bo to move in. In his own blissed state, he agreed.

He tapped his heel into the bed, his breathing heavy, chest heaving, a lump in his throat was swallowed. He meant it when he said yes. Yes to moving in, yes to your question of "Am I really your girl?" after the second round. Of course, you were his girl, you should have been his girl from the start.

Right when he first met you at practice waiting for your cousin. Right after the first date at the small roadside dinner. Right after you, he had introduced you to his parents.

It took fucking you in on a whim of spontaneity for it to happen.

#self reblog #Y'all make me proud of this one #well the anons who sent in the love #or just the anon

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