I'm In Love With a Slasher- Slasher/Reader OneShots

"Who Hurt You?" - Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair/Female Reader

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rompt: "Who hurt you?"

Trigger Warning: 

Berating, posessiveness, mention of molestation, rage, blood, darkness, arousal, sadist/masochist elements, DD/lg elements, arousal, kiss, mention of torture

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"I knew this wasa bad idea…," Bo groused, pacing back and forth in the living room. "Sendin' a woman ta shop, bah… " 

"Well, if yer so worried 'bout 'er-," Lester began, but was interrupted.

"I'm not worried 'bout her , I'm worried 'bout that li'l bit o' hard-earned money she's out blowin'!"

"If ya didn' trust 'er with it, why'd ya send 'er?" Lester persisted, Vincent quietly motioning for him to drop it from the stove in the kitchen area.

"'Cause she said she was a good bargain hunter!" Bo snapped back at him, waving his hands in the air. "I thought maybe she could get what we needed cheapa. Maybe she could save us some money. But she's been gone too long fer that, I--!"

"Hey! Y/N!" Lester greeted with a grin as you tiredly opened the front door. "We was jus...what happened ta you?" You sighed as you turned to them slowly, a trail of blood trickling down from your hairline on the left side, your bottom lip bloody, and your body bruised up and sore…

"Ran inta some trouble," you replied with a thin smile, even Vincent turning to look at you with worry in his eye. Darkness shrouded Bo's gaze as he strode right up to you, lifting your head gently with his thumb and forefinger on your chin.

"Who hurt you, babygirl?" It wasn't so much of a question as it was a demand, the growl in his voice sending excited shivers up your spine. You reached out and gently gripped onto his sleeves, trying not to get lost in those devilishly dark eyes of his that were burning with possessive rage.

"I had a li'l car trouble down tha way...pervert thought he could get one ova on me tryin' ta 'help' ," you explained slowly, his eyes somehow darkening more…

"Did he--?" He started, but you quickly broke back in.

"He touched me, yes, but he didn' get no fartha than that," you reassured gently.

"Did you kill 'im?" Lester asked, but you couldn't even look over at him for the grip Bo had on your face, and the intensity of his eyes…

"Betta," you gave Bo a little smile, his brow furrowing. "I hit 'im in the head with a big rock...got 'im in tha trunk, tied 'im up, and brought 'im home." The dark smile that cracked across his lips had you shivering, a bit of heat igniting in your veins, pooling between your thighs.

"Good girl," Bo crooned, his lips on yours, hungry. It stung a little, because of the cut, but it only made it that much more intoxicating… And his praise had you all giddy. "Imma take this bastard down ta mah shop fer a while...show 'im what happens when ya mess with what's mine …" He growled low in his throat and you all but melted into him. "Get Y/N fixed up while I'm gone." His hot tongue seared up from your chin to your lips, dominating your mouth again briefly before he was pulling away, the screen door crashing into the frame as you were left a little dazed and confused with a funny little smile curling at your lips.

"So tha's what it means ta be kissed silly," Lester commented teasingly, and heat flooded your face.

"Oh hush," you huffed, gently popping his arm as you made your way over to the couch to sit. Lester chortled, Vince coming over with a first aid kit. He set to work bandaging you up while Lester teased you all the while, making you grin like an idiot. Never had you felt so at home...like you'd found your place in the world. A family. And a man who could do things to you like no other could...

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