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bloodskipper · 4 months

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Bo Sinclair x reader | Hell or High Water | Pt. 18

CONTENT WARNINGS: kissing/making out, sexuality, cigarette smoking

Sneaking in and out of Bo’s room became your new favorite pastime.

In-between your daily boring duties, you and Bo would tacitly grab each other’s attention with a wink or a smile or quite deliberately brushing past one another’s hips on your way to separate destinations (he’d always turn to watch your ass as you left). Sooner or later, you knew you two would end up in an empty house, Bo’s bedroom door cracked open, a mix of sweat and hands and breath enveloping you.

Bo’s fingers were forever stained with motor oil, but it never mattered, especially when he was frantically unbuttoning his shirt, his lips still focused on yours. Pinning you against the wall with one hand while the other crept inside your shirt, your back arching in response. A devious smile would spread across his face while he ran his tongue along his lips.

“I know what you need, baby…”

Before you knew it, your clothes were scattered on the ground, you and Bo gripping each other in a frenzy. Pleasing you seemed like second nature to him as he knew when and where to lay on the pressure or barely graze your skin.

Keeping your secret wasn’t difficult, but you played the part well.

One particular evening, you were washing dishes in the kitchen sink when a pair of arms snaked around your waist, grabbing you tightly.

“Hey, pretty thing,” Bo whispered, his warm lips quickly moving down to kiss your neck.

You grinned and wriggled from his grip. “Be careful! What if-”

“Y/N!” Lester called as he plodded in, work boots leaving a trail of mud through the front of the house.

Turning with a wince, you whined, “Man, I just mopped!”

“That’s why I was calling your name, honey-bun.”

He nodded his chin toward the mop bucket and slipped out of his shoes over to you and Bo.

“What do we got goin’ on here?” Lester’s eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean!?” shot out of your mouth.

Bo slid a toothpick in between his teeth and cooly leaned against the counter. “Ah, I was just tellin’ Y/N a little bit about cars, in case we ever want ‘em to fix up the truck.”

“Hmm,” Lester breathed. “Well it just so happens a headlight’s out. Ya get that far yet?”

“No, sir,” you chuckled, turning back to dry a plate.

Lester slapped his knee and hollered, “Hoo-wee! Now that’s what I like to hear. I always like an open mind.” He peered out the window and turned to you.

“Looks like we got a little bit of daylight left. I can take ya out front and give ya a pointer or two, just you n’ me.” He batted his eyelashes and shrugged cutely.

You dried your hands, shooting Bo a questioning glance; he replicated your look and shrugged.

“Sure, why not.”

Lester grabbed two beers out of the fridge, handing one to you and leading you out of the house. He popped the hood and got out a flashlight.

“Here, hold this,” he instructed.

You snorted. “Tch, you sound like a dad.”

“Just do it.”

He reached inside to disassemble the necessary components, explaining every step in excruciating detail.

“... so here’s the bulb. See? The filament’s busted. It ain’t good… Y/N, are you listening?”

“Yep, got it.” You swore you had just fallen asleep standing up.

Lester sighed. “I’ll take care of it tomorrow. Say, did you finish your beer?”

A few drops of liquid swished around in the bottom of your bottle. “Yeah, almost.”

“Need another?”

Red flag: why was Lester being nice to you?

“No… I’m good.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels. “Okay, well… if ya ever wanna learn more about cars, ya know my number.” He nodded with an earnest smile before heading back in.

Your head swam for a moment as you looked back at the truck’s hood, Lester’s tone uncomfortably mixing with the sight of the oily machinery. The sound of a lighter flaring caught your attention.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Bo took a drag off his cigarette and kissed your cheek from behind. Crickets chirping and Bo’s presence always made nights feel extra-special.

“Learn anything?”

With a confused expression, your eyes darted around the machinery within the front of the truck.

“Uh… no. Not really.”

Bo scoffed. “Yeah, Lester’s never really been much of a teacher.”

“Then I guess I’m just stuck learning from you.” You scrunched your nose at Bo playfully. A cigarette between his lips, he pulled you into a sweet hug around your waist.

“That’s right, honey. Me, and only me.”

The inflection on his last sentence melted you deeper into Bo’s chest. He never missed a chance to rouse you, whether it be with his words or his touch.

“Should we… head up to your room?” you whispered against his neck.

Stomping out his cigarette, he looked at you with a smirk. “A little eager, ain’t we?” He chuckled and gave your hip a squeeze. “No. I got a better idea.”

Your hand soon found its way in Bo’s, and he led you down the driveway into the middle of Ambrose. The power was off in the town for the night, making the sky’s dark background pop against the glimmer of stars. Your pace gradually slowed until you were at a full stop, gazing in awe at the beautiful sky above.

“Wow,” was all you could quietly say.

Bo stayed silent, draping an arm over your shoulders, lightly tracing circles on your arm with his thumb. Pulling you close, he rested his lips on your head to pepper in a few tender kisses.

“Mmm, it’s nice to see this… with somebody else.”

The humid summers of Louisiana were emphatic with nature, the chirping of frogs and crickets blending into the buzz of cicada wings. Bo surprised you with a spin and a dip, softly whistling “Southern Nights” by Glenn Campbell. Time in Bo’s arms was always perfectly spent; the energy that radiated from him during your secluded moments filled the space around you with nothing but comforting bliss.

With another glance up at the sky, he turned back to you. “It’s gorgeous, but it ain’t got nothin’ on you.” You laughed as he started burying kisses into the curve of your neck, pulling your hips closer to his.

“Now who’s eager?” you giggled. “We’re in the middle of town. How obvious is that?”

“Just a liiiittle longer, honey pie...”

Bo eased you backwards onto the front door of the mechanic’s shop, its darkness especially enticing, considering that’s where you had first met one another. His lips met yours in a sugary kiss laced with more desire than you bargained for. One of his hands pinned you against the door while the other found its way to your lower back, over the stretch of your hips. You couldn’t help but close your eyes as they rolled further back into your head, your tongues circling the other’s. Bo slowly licked the inside of your lips and looked at you.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

He ran a hand through his hair and stared at you.

“Darlin’, I don’t know what I was doin’ here without you all this time.”

You grinned and planted a kiss on his jawline. “You don’t have to know.”

He returned your smile and went right back to work, his touch encouraging chills across your body. It was impossible not to let your hands wander around Bo with sweat dampening his work shirt and hair.

With a swift reach for his keys, Bo unlocked the shop’s front door and led you inside. Bright moonbeams glowed through the back windows, barely illuminating the outline of the room’s fixtures. Obviously Bo knew every step in and out of that shop as he insisted you up against the front counter.

“Maybe we can finally finish what we started back at the House the other night.” Eyes softening, he brushed the tip of his nose against yours.

Truck lights briefly flooded the shop through its large front windows, causing you and Bo to freeze in your tracks.

Bo haphazardly shoved his shirt back into his jeans before smoothing down his hair in the process of meeting his brother outside.

“Hey man, what’s goin’ on with you?” Bo shakily called out to him. Lester’s expression was painfully cloudy.

Bo watched him as he stepped out of the truck and slammed the driver door.

“There you are!” Lester’s voice held the slightest tinge of annoyance.

Clearing his throat, Bo took a few steps toward him. “Where else would I be?”

Lester frowned, shrugging off his brother’s weak attempt at a joke.

“Listen, I need to talk to you about somethin’. It’s Y/N.”

Wow wow wow!!!! Lester is thinking up something... but where's old Vince in all this?

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair house of wax #bo sinclair fanfic #bo sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #slashers #horror #house of wax fanfic #house of wax 2005 #house of wax imagine #cw kissing #cw making out #cw sexuality

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lily-janus · 1 year

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I Want To Kiss- Kill... I Want To Kill You

Summary: Janus is a cold hearted assassin. No attachments, no emotion. Only guns and targets. Until one beautiful stranger messss it all up. Or - Janus gets gay-panic on a plane and can't seem to shake it off.

Pairing: pre-romantic Roceit

Warnings: guns, mentions of killing and death, assassins, kissing, making out, sorta enemies to lovers I guess. Let me know if I missed any.

Word count: 2,216

For @roceit2023 day 2 - assassin

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Don't get attached.

That's the first rule for being an assassin.

At least, that's the first rule Janus' father taught him. When Janus asked why that was the first rule, he told him that a few months after he was born, he was ordered to kill Janus' mom. They were short of money so his dad couldn't afford to turn down a job. He lost his edge after that mission, never being able to kill again.

Which is why Janus was tasked with keeping their family's reputation.

And keeping it he did.

Janus was a master at not getting attached, not letting his missions and his growing number of body count affect him in any way. Emotion had no part to play in his lifestyle.

Suffice to say, Janus was one of the top assassins in the business. With his cold and calculating demeanor and his sharp shooting, there wasn't a target beyond his abilities.

Until one flight changed it all.

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He got on a flight to his next target's location. Janus was pleased to find no one else sitting in his row when he got on. No screaming children or strangers falling asleep on his shoulder this time.

He put on his headphones and relaxed back into his chair, humming along to the music. Then, someone decided to tap his shoulder.

Reluctantly, he took off his headphones and turned to look at the stranger. He gulped a little when he met eyes with the cutest guy he ever laid eyes on.

He had short, brown hair with bangs that fell neatly on his forehead, drawing attention to his green eyes with a touch of blue in them. He was smiling at Janus, showing perfect, white teeth and unnaturally soft lips.

"Hey there! My seat is on this row too, do you mind letting me pass through to the window seat?" Asked the pretty stranger.

Don't get attached.

Echoed in his mind as all Janus could do was nod and get up to let him pass. He was about to put his headphones back, desperately trying to keep his cheeks from burning bright red, when the stranger decided to engage in small talk.

"So why are you going to London?" The stranger asked, still smiling.

"Why, to meet the queen of course." Janus snarked in response.

The stranger snorted, the sound making Janus smile a little as well. "Are you now? Am I required to bow to you?"

Janus raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't be opposed." The stranger laughed.

"I'm Roman." Roman said, stretching out his hand in greeting.

Don't get attached

Echoed faintly in his mind as he shook Roman's hand. "I'm Janus." He introduced himself, "what is your business in London?"

Roman shrugged, "just personal stuff I need to take care of." He said dismissively.

…too dismissively.

The kind of dismissive tone Janus himself used at times when he bumped into nosey strangers during his missions. It was an effective way to help you seem both uninteresting and interesting enough that makes the stranger's curiosity sated enough to leave you alone.

Janus met Roman's eyes and they both shared a flash of understanding.

Well, that was an interesting development. It's not often that you meet other assassins in this business, but Janus supposes it's not impossible.

Janus smirked, "I see, good luck with your personal stuff, then."

Roman smiled, "thank you, I do hope luck is on my side for this one."

Then, a thought struck Janus. "You don't think your personal stuff is similar to mine, do you?"

Roman shrugged again, "I don't think so, my situation is pretty unique, crazy family stuff I really don't feel like getting into right now."

Janus relaxed a little, "oh, good."

…

"I'm in position." He said into his earpiece.

He was lying on his belly on a building's rooftop, his sniper rifle positioned directly at the edge. It was the latest model, his dad got it for him after his last mission, a brand new M40A5. He was waiting to test this baby out.

"Good, our info says the target should enter the building any second now, it can't make it through the door." His dad replied in his ear.

"I know, dad." Janus rolled his eyes.

"Be careful, Jan, this target is known to be tricky-"

"I got it, dad, this isn't my first rodeo." Janus cut him off with a huff. "I got this."

He heard his father sigh, "knock 'em dead, son."

Janus smirked, "I always do."

After a few minutes, he spotted a figure walking towards the building in front of him.

"Target sighted." Janus said into his earpiece, adjusting his position and aiming his rifle, squinting his eye to look through the crosshairs of it, directing the + directly to the target's head. "Taking aim."

He took a steadying breath and held it in to keep his chest from rising and falling. His trigger finger started slowly putting pressure on the trigger when-

Footsteps coming up to the roof.

They were faint, any normal person wouldn't have heard them. But Janus' instincts were sharp.

He had to act quickly.

He repositioned, aiming to shoot the target before dealing with whoever's coming, but before he can pull the trigger, a warning shot went just past his left ear.

He cursed, he wasn't quick enough.

"Jan? What was that? Is everything okay?"

"I've got company, I'll call you back." He tapped his earpiece to hung up the conversation before his dad can protest.

He stood up, taking out his hand-gun from the hidden holster underneath his clothes, and shot at where he estimated his little guest was from the warning shot earlier.

"Come out, come out wherever you are." Janus tried teasing them out of hiding. Holding his gun in front of him, he walked towards the entrance to the roof, senses on high alert and heart beating in his chest. "These are your final moments anyway, don't go out like a coward."

He heard a faint laugh at that and aimed his gun towards the sound.

"You're the one to talk." A figure holding a gun emerged from the shadows and into the faint moonlight.

Janus recognized that voice.

"Roman?" Now that he can see his opponent's face, it was clear. Roman made him fail the mission, and he was going to try and kill him.

"Hello, Janus." He spat the name like it was a curse, all the pleasantness gone from his voice.

"You did have the same target as me, I knew it." Janus accused Roman.

Roman laughed again, "not quite, The Slither, my target… is you." He said, using Janus' assassin nickname that he took from his father. "Or rather, not you personally but we were informed about an assassination attempt on my brother so of course, he asked me to help him."

"Aww the target's hiding behind his dear brother, how cute. How very noble of you to help him, even though it's entirely his fault for getting mixed up with the wrong people." Janus said, stepping cautiously closer to Roman, "this has nothing to do with you and I have a reputation to keep so how about we-"

He was cut off by another warning shot, narrowly missing his shoulder. "You talk too much."

"You love it." Janus teased, ignoring his racing heart that had nothing to do with the dangerous situation, he was no stranger to those. But Roman was still so goddamn beautiful, so unfair.

Don't get attached

"Oh, so your ego is as big as they say." Roman said, a light smirk tagging on his lips and damn that smirk sent Janus' brain to a spiral.

What was with him today? He's been attracted to random men before but never like this! He knows better than that… doesn't he?

"Do you always clean up after your brother's mess?" Janus ignored Roman's comment. Neither of them tried shooting the other yet. They both had their guns pointed and were waiting for an opening.

The question seemed to have struck a nerve as Roman's shoulders slacked ever so slightly, gun still pointed directly at Janus. "What do you know? You're from a family of killers. I kill to protect my only family, you do it for money and reputation." Roman said, obviously avoiding answering Janus' question.

"Is your brother the only reason you became an assassin?" Janus asked with a raised eyebrow, "did he rope you into his mess? Doesn't seem like he deserves your protection to me."

"Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion then." Roman growled.

It then occurred to Janus, even if he gets his opening to shoot Roman… he's not sure he would.

He sighed. "Look, my window closed, I failed the mission, I'm not going to get anything from killing your brother anymore, there's no reason for you to kill me, you did your job." Janus said truthfully.

Roman barked a laugh, "sorry, I don't trust Slithers."

Then, Janus did the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life, he let his guard down… literally. He lowered his gun and dropped it on the ground, kicking it towards Roman. "Kill me then." He challenged.

"W-what? What the hell are you doing?!" Roman yelled in surprise.

"Um… surrendering? Wasn't that obvious?" Janus said, sitting down on the roof.

Roman squinted his eyes at him, "do you have another hidden gun or something?"

He laid down on his back on the cold roof, putting his hands under his head, "nope."

"What game are you playing here?" Roman asked, desperately trying to figure out what was happening.

"No games, Pretty Boy, you can kill me… if you want to." Janus said, looking up at Roman and winking at him.

It was hard to tell with just the moonlight being the only light source, but Janus thought he saw Roman's cheeks flush a little. "I… Of course I want to! I have to, that's the only reason I'm here!" Roman said, although it sounded more like he was talking to himself rather than Janus.

Janus shrugged, "then do it, nothing's stopping you."

Roman took a deep breath and aimed his gun again. Janus braced himself as he heard him click the safety off… but nothing happened.

"Ugh what's wrong with me today?! I've done this enough times! It shouldn't be so hard!" Roman groaned, lowering his gun and sitting down next to Janus.

Janus let out a sigh, "you and me both, pretty boy."

"Would you stop calling me that? You should be long dead, you know. You're lucky you're so…" he trailed off, looking away from him.

Janus smirked, "so… what? So charming? So handsome? So funny? So smart?"

"Annoying, is what I was going to say." Roman said, though he didn't sound much annoyed.

Janus snickered, "right, of course."

There was a long moment of silence before Roman spoke up.

"Sometimes… sometimes I wonder how I got here." He said, sounding tired. He then laughed softly, "I thought I was going to be an actor."

"So what happened?" Janus asked curiously.

"My parents died… and Remus needed me. He had his own ways of coping… not legal ones but he wouldn't listen to me. One thing led to another and… here we are." Roman said, sounding sad and regretful.

"That's why being an only child rules." Janus said, attempting to lighten the mood.

Roman snorted despite himself, "are you incapable of being serious?"

Janus shrugged, "no, I'm just uncomfortable with it so I use sarcasm to deflect, made you laugh though."

Roman laughed, "can't argue with that."

Another moment of silence in which Roman switched from sitting next to Janus, to lying next to him, mimicking his position. They both stared at the dark blue sky for a while.

"What are we going to do now?" Roman asked softly as if trying to maintain the peaceful moment.

Janus rolled to his side to face Roman and he did the same.

"I guess… we go on with our lives… right?"

Their eyes met, Roman's eyes glittering in the moonlight, making him look even more unreasonably beautiful.

Don't. Get. Attached.

The voice in his head insisted. But, for the first time in his life, Janus ignored it.

He leaned in closer, testing. When Roman didn't pull away, he took his hand and used it to tag him closer until their lips met in a hesitant kiss that grew more bold as neither of them pulled away.

They broke to catch their breaths.

"This… this is crazy, right? I mean… just minutes ago we were trying to kill each other! You're only here because you were going to kill my brother!" Roman said, trying to process how fast they were moving.

"Romantic, isn't it?" Janus teased and Roman snorted again. Janus was starting to get addicted to the sound. "You've liked me since our flight, haven't you, Romeo?"

Roman was definitely blushing now. "...no."

"Liar." Janus smirked, pressing their lips together again in a quick peck.

But, before he could pull away, Roman cupped the back of his head and pulled him closer to a hungry kiss that never seemed to end.

Soon, they'll be forced to figure out how they'll move on from here. But, for now, they get to enjoy each other's company.

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sageispunk · 3 months

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thinking....

#nsft link #fontaine #carmen berzatto #this is so nasty #in the best way #cw making out #cw spitting

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stil-lindigo · 9 months

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bite of winter.

a comic about a princess who died in the snow.

creative notes:

all my other comics

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bluegiragi · 20 days

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underground fighter au goes crazy (inspired by this threadfic over on twitter)

early access + nsfw on patreon

#I read that thread blacked out and woke up to this finished #brainworms…#I’ve already gotten permission from the og thread author to make more…so maybe one or two comics…#oh and um #cw: suggestive #hehe #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #giragi art

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notherpuppet · 3 months

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Lucifer and Alastor as floormates

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#this was gonna be a comic but then I wanted to draw too many frames #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel fanart #radioapple #hazbin lucifer #appleradio #my doods #literally the worst thing luci can do to alastor is help him out #I wonder if them being floormates is going to help al curb his narcissism or just make it infinitely worse #al helped luci with his absentee father problem lol #btw headcanon is that al definitely does NOT stop fucking with the interiors lol #cw blood #fanimatic

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hyunpic · 29 days

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#hyunjin #skz #stray kids #bystay #staydaily #gifs #cw: flashing #more like district ate.. am i right.#im making noises like a lawnmower that’s out of fuel but someone is still trying to start it desperately. wroomgfhhhbrrr wroommgrbhhhrrr

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floweroflaurelin · 3 months

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Please undo what I’ve done, Lord. I will never ask anything of you, ever again, if you just give me back the life of Gideon Nav.

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The Descent of Gideon Nav, inspired by the statue El descendimiento by Virginio Arias ✨ Prints are available here! ✨

#the locked tomb #tlt #the locked tomb fanart #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth #griddlehark #kiriona gaia #gtn #gtn fanart #htn fanart #htn #floweroflaurelin art #worked on this a little bit at a time between commission stuff :D #now that HC s10 is out though I want my ‘between comm work’ painting to be something for that hehe so i finished this wip up to make space #genuinely beige is my favourite colour scheme to work with nobody does it like her #cw blood

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puppetmaster13u · 3 months

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Prompt 179

“Pa, there’s a weird lookin’ cat outside!”

-Said by a sleep deprived Danny Phantom while in Clockwork’s Lair, about a hero displaced in time. Clockwork is in fact amused. Batman is simply confused about the entire situation.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #Danny uses the fact that other ghosts are afraid of CW to get some peace and quiet #Clockwork is happy to hold and snuggle his ghostling #He’d get out and visit his little baby ghost more but there’s these annoying speedsters in all these different timelines that keep making #knots that he has to detangle before his paid vacation time can start #Danny looks tiny compared to Giant Ancient Clockwork #Ghosts continue to grow with age and Never Stop as long as there’s space #Seeing as they control the amount of space in their lairs…#Batman is going to have the craziest time travelling incident ever #Clockwork decides that he’d make a GREAT babysitter #Here’s the list for the seven children and he’ll come pick them up once he fixes the speedsters mess thanks #(Said after Danny gets his nap and CW gets him to bring his sisters & friends)

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zan0tix · 1 month

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Workplace Malpractice 🫶

Every day i get closer to drawing jake in drag 🙏 one day

#cw suggestive #THIS ONE DEF IS LOL #dirkjake #my art #jakedirk #dirk strider #jake english #homestuck #Dirkjake are guys who could come up with 1438294039 scenarios as excuses to make out for hours. Number one stupid freaks.#Dirkjake are the most in character when theyre weird and stupid. bless up 👍#I dont ask for much. but guys i wana see more jake english fem gay mannerisms. Dont be shy Make him a walking pride flag Its just canon 🫶

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bloodskipper · 1 year

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Bo Sinclair x reader | Hell Or High Water | Pt. 17

WARNINGS: romance, sexuality, kissing/making out

Following a dark and uncomfortable walk back down to the House, you wordlessly found the feather duster you'd previously used and got back to work. You turned purposefully to fully face the opposite wall as Bo. He pulled out a rag stained with motor oil and began to dust with you, also making a conscious effort not to speak.

As you polished the wax figures in front of you, you became clouded in your thoughts of how the conversation between you and Bo would finally start. Saying the first word felt like a bold decision, but you weren't sure where to start; the incoming conversation was obviously looming over the both of you.

Feeling the tension coming to a head, you polished your current piece a bit TOO well, causing its index finger to snap off and fall to the floor. You gasped and turned on your heel to face Bo, covering your mouth with your hands. He raised his eyebrows noticing the broken digit in front of you.

"I'm - so sorry," you said, words muted by your hands.

He tilted his eyes up to yours, and stifled a laugh between the toothpick he'd been chewing on. It took you a second, but you realized he wasn't mad about your little incident - in fact, he found it funny. You started giggling, mirroring his expression, moving your hands down to your stomach as you both got lost in the ridiculousness of the situation, breaking into heavy laughter.

"Don't worry," he assured you, biting the toothpick, "not like it ain't happened before."

Bo strolled over, removing a small tube from his pocket. He bent down a few inches away from your body to pick up the waxed finger from the ground. He popped off the tube's cap with his teeth and dabbed a few dots of super glue onto the broken end of the figure, and gently placed it back on.

"Nothin' a little glue can't fix," he said, standing back to his full height, still very close to you.

"Oh, thanks," you replied with a hard swallow, pretending to get back to dusting.

"Hey," Bo started.

"Hm?" you feigned.

He pulled his hat down to slightly cover his eyes with embarrassment and back away a few steps.

"It was me who got you into this mess..."

"And it was me who stayed," you finished his sentence.

"I want you to stay," asserted Bo, raising his eyes to meet yours.

Almost instantaneously, you and Bo met in a tight embrace, closing your eyes into each other's shoulders. Bo picked you up off the ground so he could hug you tighter.

He set you down to gaze into your eyes before his hands cupped your cheeks, leaning down to gently kiss you. Feeling each other for the first time gave you both a special kind of exhilaration; slowly, the kiss grew deeper, and he wrapped you closer with his strong arms. Scents of aftershave and cigarette smoke filled your senses before you suddenly broke away.

"Whoa, what are we doing?" you frantically whispered. "Your brothers? What will they do if...?"

"I know."

That was not the answer you were expecting. Your brow furrowed in a rush of anxiety.

"You know?"

"They ain't gonna like somethin' like this. It's always been the 3 of us - just the 3 of us."

"And what's that supposed to mean?..." You trailed off, beginning to convince yourself of the worst.

"Hey, now, it ain't like that," Bo comforted. "You're mine, and I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep it that way..."

Taking a deliberate breath, you closed your eyes before Bo pulled you into another tight hug.

He continued, "... which is why we're keepin' this quiet."

You nodded lightly, understanding full well what Vincent and Lester were capable of - the same kind of things Bo was. Running the risk of a secret relationship sent a jolt through your heart; severely exciting and the same level of dangerous. Although thrilled, you kept your enthusiasm to yourself for the time being.

"It was... hard to say what was on my mind."

"You can have a way with words when you want to," you chuckled. He admitted the same with a light sigh.

"When I saw the fire in your eyes, I saw somethin' different, somethin' beautiful." Bo held your shoulders at arms length and stared into your gaze. "You're beautiful."

This time, you were the one to lead the kiss and threw your arms around his neck, pressing the back of his head to increase pressure on your lips. At some point, this was inevitable, and now you could find some peace in this insane whirlwind.

Quickly mirroring your level of intensity, Bo held you with his palms on your back to get a better feel of your body. His touch felt so caring and conscious as you felt yourself get lost in him.

Before continuing, Bo did a quick sweep to make sure the doors to the House were locked to avoid unwanted encounters spoiling the moment. He soon returned, sweeping you up into another kiss. His thumb traced your jaw in a comforting motion, making you more at ease. Your muscles finally loosened with relief. Passion grew heavier, deepening the kiss, and he soon led you to the darkened kitchen counter where he pressed his against you, the heat and weight of his body giving you goosebumps. You unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on his shirt and ran your hands over his collarbone to the back of his shoulders while he hungrily took you in. Picking you up under your ass, he placed you on the counter and stood between your legs. You could taste the salt from his skin as you turned your head to kiss his neck.

The sound of machinery suddenly began humming softly under your feet, abruptly ending what you and Bo had just started.

"Hey, what's goin' on?" he asked, taking a step back.

You jumped down from the counter, eyes locked on the floor.

"Please tell me that's your air conditioner."

"No, that's Vincent. I reckon he's getting back to work."

Your forehead creased, perplexed in a moment of silence. You soon remembered the whole point of this town as you looked from wax figure to wax figure, somewhat recognizing the kind of complex process that went into this kind of 'business.'

"We can't be here, then." You solemnly looked to Bo.

"Damn right we can't," Bo agreed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "We can meet back at the house, but I gotta leave first - you know, appearances and all that."

As you picked up your duster, Bo continued, "Just wait a few minutes, and try to stay out of Lester's way when you come in." He gave you a quick peck on the cheek and left the House of Wax.

As you watched him leave, a light smile crept through your lips. Instead of cleaning, you idly wandered the museum, gingerly touching its wide collection. The work was made skillfully, albeit creepy; not only were lifeless human faces blankly staring across the room, but little oddities and seemingly made-up critters accompanied the crew. Thick with cobwebs, you swiped a few off with your fingers and wiped them on your pants, still roaming with a stomach full of butterflies when the door to the basement abruptly caught your eye. You put your ear to the door and heard faint opera music drifting from below. Curiosity almost overtook you as you reached for the handle for a closer look, but practically jumped back at the thought of being alone with Vincent. What would you talk about - if he would even talk back?

Shaking your head to free this thought, you turned off the lights and left to meet Bo.

You turned the knob to the front door of the brothers' house carefully as to not disturb the (fingers crossed) sleeping Lester. The living room was empty, noiseless. It was necessary to tip-toe in and up the stairs to Bo's room. In the middle of the staircase, you jerked at the back of your shirt being restrained.

"Hey, now!" Lester said to you with a toothy grin, clutching a fistful of your shirt. "Where do you think you're goin'? Ain't like we got a guest room."

A sharp gasp cut through your chest before you grabbed for an answer: "I'm looking for the bathroom."

Lester gave you a small yank, insisting you back down the stairs. He pointed down the dark hall way. "Have at it."

"There a light switch around here?" you asked, remembering your initial situation with the same hall.

"Nope!"

Lester bounded up the stairs and stopped at the top to address you.

"Hey, Y/N, you can always bunk with me." He finished with a wink.

You huffed in annoyance but couldn't deny the the flattery; you looked away before he had a chance to notice the pink that rushed across your cheeks. With a tricky cackle, he promptly stole into his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

It was finally sinking in; regardless of the once-thought outlandishness of your current situation, it was still your current situation, your new reality.

Now that the danger had died down, it was time to settle in.

I'm watching Ghost Adventures, and what in the damn ass is going on?

I don't know if stairs are canon but there are stairs here, in my story, which I am writing, with my brain.

Link to Pt. 16

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