#billy the kid drabble

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Ice Cold Lemonade

modern billy x farmers daughter reader

When your dad hires a charming new ranchhand, it’s not your fault he won’t stop looking at his bosses daughter. But it is your fault for looking right back.

part 1 of Ice Cold Lemonade

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We are so back

Levi jeans. a taupe, sleeveless shirt. cowboy boots tucked under said levi's and scuffed from well-use. a navy hat smushing his hair to his slightly-sweaty forehead, but letting the dark locks at his nape curl.

Not to mention blue eyes that keep on finding their way over to you.

It's been a week since your dad hired him. You hardly even know his name, your dad just calls him Kid. Makes sense, seeing as the rest of the hands are pushing forty. Maybe he's a kid in comparison. But looking at him now, sipping the glass of lemonade you fetched yourself from the kitchen, he was all man.

He looks back up at you from where he's mending the wire fence to the cattle pen. You divert your eyes.

The heat was almost oppressive, you had the perfect excuse to wear the tiniest jean shorts you could find in your drawers and the flowiest white camisole. On the other hand, there wasn't a single excuse to be sitting out on the porch when you could practically get 3rd degree burns by touching the wood railing. Who cares? Wasn't like the Kid was gonna come up and ask you what you were doing, besides watching him bust his ass.

It's hardly your fault the man a good handful of yards away makes hard labor look good. Even from here you can see his large arms, skin tanned from working outside. His hat shades his eyes, but from the quick glimpses you've caught of him from behind your father's back, they're blue like the sky above. His broad shoulders raise and flex as he reaches for a nail to hammer the barbed wire into the fence post.

Maybe it's your fault for paying such close attention, actually.

He hadn't dared approach you. Your father's anger was a force to be reckoned with, he was smart enough to get that. You wish he was just a little bit dumber, little bit ballsier (you could clearly tell he had them, you thought to yourself with a grin, you hadn't spared his belt any glances). Though you'd just drop dead seeing him saunter up to you, all shoulders and chest and--

The lemonade glass meets the wooden side table with a clink, the rocking chair you were seated in is on a pendulum as you stand. You can hear Angharrad clawing at the screen door, she must've been getting antsy. You throw the new ranchhand a long look over your shoulder. Just as you move to step inside, he lifts his face, shaded eyes meeting yours.

You blow the air out your cheeks, looking back at a whining Angharrad. Jesus.

You rifle through the dish at the entrance table for a hair tie, pushing the keys to your father’s pickup and some loose change around the ceramic. Catching your own eye in the mirror, you put your hair into a high ponytail. Having hair on your neck in this head was a death wish, but more than that, you were careful to make sure it looked nice. You’ve never cared much about your appearance on the property before— but you guess that was before there was a new hire to try and impress.

Angharrad pushes her head into the side of your knee, her nails clicking on the hardwood as she pads twixt the screen door, and you. You tighten your ponytail, words coming out in a sigh, “I hear ya, baby, I hear ya,” You shake your head, watching the dog (a Great Pyrenees, a cattle dog bought by your father to work on the farm— though she spent more time on your heels than herding cattle,) bound outside the moment you open the door.

And right to the new ranch hand.

Who is leaning against the railing of the porch from the other side, his face twixt the wood posts, reaching through to scratch twixt Angharrad’s ears.

An easy smile rests on his face, his eyes creasing with it, and though it’s probably directed to your dog, his expression doesn’t falter one bit when he meets your stare.

Holy shit.

First words out his mouth don’t register in your brain. You shake your head a little, lifting your brows, feeling dumber than ever. “What?”

“I said, s’a cute dog.” The new hire chuckles, giving you a toothier smile. God, is he handsome. And his voice— it’s masculine and accented and now you just gotta keep him talking.

A smile parts your lips, too, one that you hope looks more shy than stupid. You settle back into your rocking chair, crossing your legs. “Thanks. She clearly thinks you’re cute too.”

Well, doesn’t that one make you proud. You work another laugh out of the Kid, he shakes his head and adjusts his hat on his dark curls. Now, you can get a serious look at his eyes. And it’s suddenly real difficult to tear yourself away from the brilliant azure of them. “M’ Billy,” he winds a hand around a post of the railing, the muscles of his arm shifting under his sweaty skin. Billy.

You give him your own name in exchange, and his brows lift. He dodges Angharrad’s sniffing snout— she really is head over heels for Billy— to call out, “Pretty name. It fits for a pretty girl, y’know.”

A laugh, clear as a bell, sends your head tipping back a little. You had to give it to him, he was charming as all hell. You peer at him over your glass of lemonade, shaking your head just a bit again. Billy’s eyes dart quickly over you, not long enough to make you uncomfortable, but he isn’t exactly hiding it.

“D’ya know who my dad is?” You grin at the way his lips turn downward in a dramatic, so what? expression. He nods.

“M’boss.” A shit eating grin cracks across his face.

“Your boss.” You agree. You watch him take off his hat, wiping his brow with the back of his hand as he walks to the stairs of the porch. Walking straight to you.

Now your stomach really does get fluttery— here was this handsome, no, gorgeous man, broad and even larger than you expected him to be this close up, looming over you and pointing to the half-full pitcher of cool lemonade.

“I don’t guess a sweet girl like you’d spare a glass of lemonade for a tired, workin’ man?” The grin on Billy’s face was just as clear in his words, the joke eased off his tongue with a natural charm that he clearly had in droves. You nod, that’s all you can get out, standing to your feet.

“I’ll grab you a cup,” you mutter, ducking away from him and hurrying inside, pushed by nerves. Weren’t you barely just gawking at this man from across the property, and here he was, calling you pretty, saying you were sweet?

Well, if you’d looked over your shoulder, you’d see an only slightly confused, and extremely enamored cowboy. When you returned back outside, Billy was sitting in the other chair, on the other side of the coffee table— his hat was in his lap, he was trying to ruffle some life into his hat-hair. Waiting ever so patiently for his boss’s pretty daughter, even reaching to scratch your dog’s ear again.

When you crossed over to him and began pouring him a cup, you could feel his eyes on you. It wasn’t uncomfortable, not at all predatory— by the time you met his eyes, handed him the glass, there was a certain twinkle in his eyes. Charming, but not over the top. Not pushy.

Your hand grazed Billy’s for a moment longer than necessary, he drawled a low, “Thanks, miss.” You fell back into your chair, huffing through your nose as you watched him down the lemonade. It really was hot out here, you couldn’t blame him. New Mexican summers were no joke. And he was doing manual labor under the sun on top of it— though you didn’t feel entirely bad, he looked damn good doing it.

“I ain’t my dad, you can call me by name.” You jest, earning you another grin. You watch him rock back and forth on the chair, one leg pushing himself, his fingers fiddling with his belt— you shouldn’t be looking down there!

Billy hums and repeats your name in correction. It seems like he just sat down, but here he is, pushing himself to his feet and standing in front of you. He pushes his hat back on, you get a glimpse of his large arms, his defined biceps— maybe the heat is what’s making you feel dizzy.

“You ain’t got a guy, d’ya?” Straight to the point. Your eyes dart back down— damnit— to see he’s hooked his thumbs over his leather belt. When you meet his stare again, there’s that devilish smile. You shake your head no to his question. “Makes sense. If y’did, I don’t think he’d take kindly t’how y’been starin’ at me.”

The easy way it falls from his lips— you’re practically clutching your pearls. “I have not been—“

“Oh, yes you have, miss,” Billy interjects with a warm, rumbling laugh, his brows lifting in good fun. Clearly he found it funny more than anything. You find yourself a bit distracted by the crease of his eyes when he grins, the sun-kissed pink to his tan cheeks. His broad shoulders, revealed by his sleeveless shirt. Maybe you get a little ballsy, faced with all this in front of you.

“So what if I have?” You retort, the flirting filling you with a strange, overpowering yellow, from head to toe— a kind of excitement that you didn’t feel often, not from any guy. “You work for me, y’know.”

“Thought you said you wasn’t your dad, sugar.”

You stare at eachother a long, long few moments. You’re huffing, beat. He’s shifting his weight, putting forward a boot on the porch, glancing you over again. The gumption on this man was gonna send you up the wall, all-right.

It takes a while for you to find your words, and they come out in an astonished laugh. “Get back to work!” you half-jokingly shoo him off even though you want nothing more than for him to stay, sit back down, keep your jaw dropping, keep your chin tipping back with laughter.

“Cruel, cruel woman,” he mutters without any bite, his eyes falling to Angharrad spread out at your feet. He only smiles at his own joke when you giggle. And Billy turns, shakes his head at you, looks over his shoulder atleast twenty times, waves once and curses himself twice, even though he wants the exact same.

If you’d want him to risk his job to sit and tell you the worst jokes he has, drink up your lemonade, drink up the sight of you— he would. In a heartbeat, honest, he would, even just from that quick interaction. Even if your father came after him with a shotgun and ran him off this ranch, he has half the mind to slither right back in and sit at your steps. It’ll get to that point, all-right.

You’re gonna get this boy into so, so much trouble.

[lqveharrington]

New Life | W.H.B.

summary: a new life for you and Billy, away from all the ruthlessness you’ve encountered.

pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

includes: just fluff and comfort, small argument, billy calls you treasure

a/n: I have a list of fics I wanted to write, so we’re tackling those a slowly but surely. I finally got something out!

When you and Billy left your old life behind, you wanted all of your past adventures gone and locked away for good. All the different kind of trouble he got himself into or all the people you’ve fooled would be nothing but distant memories from a life long ago. You would start a new life. One where you and Billy didn’t have to live in constant fear of dying of being sent to jail.

A life full of new opportunities.

So you moved to a quaint town deep in the east of New Mexico. You settled and found a home a little further away from the town, but not too far. From your bedroom window, you could still see the church bell.

Your new house wasn’t small nor extravagant, but it was perfect for you and Billy. The front porch was decorated with wood chimes, the small patches of green had wildflowers growing, and the tiny stable in the back was the perfect for Billy’s horse.

It felt good to be free with no immediate danger knocking on your front door. You and Billy could just live a normal life for once.

Even if it took some adjusting to.

Billy leaned against the door frame of the porch, arms crossed over his chest while continually switching his gaze from the bottom of the staircase to his horse grazing outside. You were taking your sweet time dolling up when all you was just going into town to pick up groceries.

Billy would never understand your nature of looking your best everyday.

“Treasure, I’m gonna leave in five… four… three…”

“I’m here, Billy!” You rush down the stairs and quickly slip on your boots, nearly toppling from the how fast you were moving. Smoothing your dress down, you let out a puff of breath and grab your coin purse. “Cut the woman some slack.”

He snorted and shut the door behind him as you both left stepped out of the house, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. “I have to admit, you do look beautiful, Tres.”

“Thanks, figure it was warm enough to wear pretty dresses again.” You grant him a small grin and scratch the underside of Ivory's chin, Billy's Camargue horse. You cooed at her before steadying yourself on the buckle, tightening your hold on her leather straps.

“Need help gettin’ on?” Billy’s hands hovered by your waist, ready to hoist you onto the horse if you needed help.

“I got it.” You heave and pull yourself up, patting Ivory’s side before Billy hopped on in front of you, your body tilting to the side to face him properly. You smiled and leaned forward, small strands of hair that wasn’t tucked away framing your face. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Billy responded with a kiss—feeling you smile the more he pressed quick kisses onto your lips. He separated and adjusted his hold onto Ivory’s reins, your arms circling around his waist. “Holdin’ on?”

“F’course.” You murmur as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and put your chin on his shoulder after he clicked his tongue, ordering Ivory to begin the trek to town.

When you and Billy used to live down by Santa Fe, you couldn’t even step into town without someone cursing you out. Now you had the freedom to exist without fault or doubt nagging at you with every breath you took. The only thing that remained was a small whisper of your past.

The ride to town was quick and efficient. You and Billy spoke mindlessly about whatever you could come up with. You brought up the proper way to make bread rolls while he brought up you stitching his wounds from after every brawl.

You truly talked about everything and anything.

When you entered the small, bustling town, you were instantly met with all the chatter between the townsfolk. You were still quite unsure about the new environment—wary if anyone would notice who the two of you were and then turn you both in for some cold, hard cash. Fortunately, Billy sensed your discomfort and rested a hand on one of yours, glancing back at you briefly.

You give him a reassuring smile and kiss his cheek. He would always find a way to clear your mind from all your worries.

Billy squeezed your hand before hopping off Ivory and tying her to a hitching post by a tin drinker. He carefully took your waist and helped you down, guiding you underneath the sun covers before addressing the mental grocery list.

His hand laced through yours, “What do we need?”

“Loads.” You answer quickly and step closer in his direction, unaware of how close Billy was to the small stands of fruit at the front of the mercantile. “We need to restock on all our kitchen supplies. We used the last bit of bread last night—Billy!”

“What?” He whipped his head up immediately and looked around for any potential danger. You gave him an unimpressed look and gestured to the apple in his hand—his taut face softening into one of relief.

Billy stuck the apple out toward you, “Want a bite, Tres?”

“No, I don’t want a bite—!” You try to reprimand him with a whisper before plastering a smile as a woman and her daughter passed you, the young girl in awe of your dress. The family smiled at you as you rushed out a quick good morning before turning back to Billy—a frown tugging at your pretty lips.

“We moved here to start a new life, Billy.” You remind him and shake your head softly, fingers messing with one another.

Billy—only just finishing his apple—threw the core somewhere behind him and wiped his hands on his jeans, shrugging his shoulders back. “Everyone does that here.”

“Well— We are not everyone.” You huff and take the wicket basket from his hand, taking a small step to enter the store only to stop and meet his gaze again. “I don’t want you goin’ back to jail or someone figuring out who we are.”

“Treasure…“ He tried to reach out but you already entered the store with a fake smile etched into your face—never daring to look back knowing you would instantly fold under his gaze.

Billy rubbed his mouth and jaw in frustration, looking out toward the town to try and calm down. “Fuck.”

For a moment, Billy was debating whether or not to immediately follow you. But he knew that you needed a second to breathe before speaking to him again—it was how your relationship worked. You would talk it out, but only after a small session of silence ensued.

Just as Billy was about to enter the small store, he was stopped by an older woman—perhaps in her late thirties, early forties. She smiled softly at him when he met her gaze, reminding him of his mother.

“Couldn’t help but notice your squabble.” She gestured to where you were just standing momentarily. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“‘M’fraid not.” Billy let out a small chuckle to release some of the tension building up in his chest. “Just needed a breather.”

“That’s alright, most folks needa cool off, especially now that the sun is burning all our skin off.” She spoke softly and averted her gaze toward the dirt roads when a group of kids shouted at one another with their wooden toys—pretending that they were sheriffs and robbers.

The woman shook her head in amusement before clasping her hands together, catching Billy off guard. “I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Kayla May.”

“William Bonney, ma’am.” He instantly tipped his hat down in respect and glanced down at her dress, eyebrows raising at how intricate the details were.

The dress was a gorgeous shade of dark blue and white, each piece of lace and tulle sewed together perfectly. There were embroidered designs covering the bottom of the skirt and the ends of the sleeves. Billy knew that the design would’ve taken ages to complete and that whoever made it was proud to have someone finally wear it in public for everyone to view.

“My girl would love your dress.” Billy commented.

“Sewed it myself.” Kayla May smoothed out the front of her dress before she snapped her fingers and put her hands on her hips. “She a seamstress? We could use an extra pair of new hands in town.”

“Oh, she can sew. Patched up all my ripped clothes.” Billy showed off the embroidery covering his elbows and his knees—smiling softly at the thought of you taking time to fix his clothes. However, he remembered that you were still a little wary about the town, making him choose his next words carefully. “Not sure if she’ll want to be in town all the time.”

Kayla May tapped her finger on her hip, seemingly thinking about a solution that would work for both parties. Based on the designs she saw on Billy, she believed—no, knew—that you were absolutely handy in all things crafty. “I'm sure she doesn’t need to be in town everyday. Only for the weekends.”

He pursed his lips and slowly nodded, letting her words sink in. It didn’t seem like the worst offer he’d heard, and it would be a nice opportunity for you if you wanted to take it. “I’ll go an’ ask her then, ma’am. Would you join? She might not want to talk to me still.”

She gave him a reassuring smile and nudged her chin toward the door—following closely behind. “Lead the way, Mr. Bonney.”

Billy stepped into the store and did a quick scan of the area, eyes instantly finding you standing in an aisle with your thumbnail in between your teeth as you looked over two different kinds of sugar.

He shook his head in amusement before appearing at your side, “Tres, someone wants to talk to you.”

“If you’re referring to yourself in third person, I still won’t talk to you—“ You turn and stop talking, eyes widening at the sight of another person present. Your cheeks tint pink, “Hello.”

Kayla May nodded in acknowledgment—although stopping herself from chuckling at your fierce attitude. “Hi, Miss.”

“What can I do for you?” You clear your throat and glance up at Billy who shrugged in response.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come into town and be a seamstress during the weekend. The pay is fair and our head seamstress is such a hoot, she’d love a new face to talk to.”

Kayla May waved her hands around animatedly as she spoke about her job. It was clear she loved every aspect of her job—especially when her emotions got stronger with every word she spoke. She also seemed quite friendly, but you and Billy were fooled too many times with kindness.

“Uhm,” You look back up at Billy before biting your lip in thought, fingers tapping the wicket basket hanging on your arm. The opportunity seemed amazing, but you needed to be fully confident in what you were about to walk into. “Is it alrigh’ if I shadow for a while? Jus’ wanna see if it’s something I’d like to do.”

“Of course,” She nodded and handed you a wrinkled piece of parchment with the address and description of what the job entailed. “We’re the small shop down by the bank. You won’t miss it.”

You gingerly took it from her—looking over the contents like it was the book of life. “Thank you… I’ll definitely look into it.”

“You’re very welcome, Miss.” Kayla May tipped her chin down before smiling at Billy—whispering loud enough for you to hear. “You have a very beautiful and kind girl, Mr. Bonney.”

Billy chuckled and pulled you close to him by the waist, eyes twinkling in amazement when you were still flushed in embarrassment when Kayla May left. He kissed the side of your head and watched you snap out of your daze.

“You didn’t tell me that another woman was coming to talk to me!” You try saying as quietly as possible—avoiding eye contact from everyone but Billy. The weight of surprise and shock began to fill your mind, your gaze dropping to the floor. “I just embarrassed myself in front of her.”

“Don’t get mad at me ‘bout it, you were ignoring me.” Billy went up to the front of the store and paid for the groceries—biting back a smile at your half-hearted glare in his direction. “I tried to tell you.”

You wring your fingers together and quietly reflect on the offer as Billy stroked your side with his thumb, doing his best to keep you grounded. “D’you think I should go over tomorrow? See what it’s like?”

“If y’want.” He gave a wrinkled parchment to the cashier and gathered the basket once more, nodding when the man pointed outside. Billy led you outside, “We’re starting a new life, Tres, just like you said. You can do what you wanna do.”

“I guess I’ve always wanted a small job.” You murmur before looking back at Billy, your lips pulled into a straight line. “What about you?”

Billy tilted his head to the side and cupped your cheek, thumbing softly as you melted under his touch. “What about me? I’ll be helping around town whenever I can.”

“No more dangerous raids?” You ask softly—meeting his blue eyes with so much emotion it hurt Billy to even think about running a raid again.

“Promise.” He leaned forward and seized you with a kiss, feeling you smile into it. Billy pulled away and grinned when he heard your quiet laughter.

“Good.” You give him a lopsided smile before taking the basket from him, nodding your head toward the sack of grits and potatoes. “Now be a gentleman and help carry the heavy stuff.”

He put a hand to his chest as if you wounded him—albeit moving to complete the task. “Can’t tell if you love me or not, Tres.”

“Of course, I love you.” You slow your pace to walk beside him and flash an innocent face to him, knowing damn well you could’ve carried both items easily. “But I can’t carry grits and a sack of potatoes from the mercantile to the horse.”

Billy adjusted the sacks in his arms, shifting the weight around to a more comfortable position before quickly kissing your cheek. He watched your cheeks tint darker before chuckling, “Whatever you say, Treasure.”

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oct. 24 - bloody, bliss, belt and billy

Saccharine!Billy Bonney x FemaleReader

mdni!!! wc; 3.4k cw; guns, death, blood, bloodplay, fingering

kinktober 2024 masterlist

saccharine masterlist (this is standalone!!!)

a/n; very happy to bring saccharine back :) i love these two so much, fyi some dialogue is taken from s2ep5!!! Enjoy you lot and preemptive apologies ig

Fuck Buckshot. Like seriously, fuck him. And Murphy. And Jesse. And the whole lot of those guys who are after your Billy. 

Not yours. Yours in theory. 

He doesn’t know yet. 

They are after you too and all of the guys who run with Billy, but you couldn’t give a fuck. If Billy the fucking Kid died at one of their gross hands, you would be seeing red until you were riddled with bullet holes. 

It’s an unfortunate thought. 

You always thought about him getting killed. He would typically brush it off when you bring it up to him. Billy was prepared to die and you hated it. But any ounce of the topic leaving your mouth, he would brush you off and redirect you. 

In hindsight, he could give a small wave of his hand and you would be distracted from your initial thoughts. By his hand. 

And thoughts of his hand.  

Anyway, fuck Buckshot. 

It was a no-brainer that Murphy sent him out to the hideout you and the rest of the gang have been holed up in for the past week. How did they find you all? You’re unsure. There was a rotation of being a lookout and none of you have seen any of Murphy’s guys. 

You all were unlucky indeed. 

Being truly scared by something was not in your blood, but Buckshot left chills in your damn bones. Not as good of a shot as Billy, but Buckshot was still good and he was ruthless. A kind of violence you only read myths about but you have seen with your own eyes what that grimy man was capable of. 

Buckshot had approached your little hideout alone. He’s at a distance, but George recognized him the moment he saw the lazy movements of a man sipping from a flask while on his horse. 

It’s a slow, but urgent rush of moving inside the small house after Billy. Billy’s jaw is tight. Not that you are looking at his jaw. 

But your eyes naturally fall on him in the adrenaline rush of a possible shootout. It can’t be that bad, can it? It‘s seven on one, and the odds are in your favor, but a flash of Billy’s chest destroyed with bullet holes did not help your stomach. 

He moves closer to the small window, and you and Tom trail quickly behind him. “Do you think-”

“Shh,” Billy hushes you and the restraint you hold on rolling your eyes should earn you a clap from him. 

“He already knows we’re here,” you mumble and Billy only gives you a momentary glare before he’s watching through the small window again.

He raises his rifle, and cocks it, keeping it aimed right at the bumbling man coming down from his horse, his fingers gripping the weapon with an ease only Billy could have. 

Your fingers twitch at your gun in your holster, but you don’t pull it out yet. Your shoulder brushes his arm and Billy shakes his head ever so slightly. 

The nerve of this fucking man. A brush and he’s shaking his head at you. If you weren’t fearing for potential lives lost, you’d smack the back of his head to really get a reaction. 

You can vaguely hear George’s words to Buckshot, wondering why he’s here, how he found you all. Billy is impossibly still besides his jaw clenching. 

“I come to capture the Kid…alive or dead,” Buckshot says in the distance your eyes refocus out the small opening of the house. Your hand tightens to the handle of your gun. If Billy is miraculously not quick enough, you’ll get this done for him. 

It’s annoying that you’re distracted a few seconds by Billy shifting up closer to the window, his fingers clenching and then relaxing on his gun, keeping it pointed, ready. You’re especially attracted to his finger near the trigger and the slight tenseness in his voice as he mutters, “C’mon Georgie, move.”

When you look back over, George is as calm as ever, stating his ground, though you echo Billy’s words in your head. Buckshot starts to laugh though, sending more chills up your spine. Your heart beats fast as he quickly pulls up his rifle. 

A flurry of guns raising and cocking fills the air. You go to do your own, but Billy stops your hand, then returns his to his gun. Your brow furrows at him and he doesn’t look back at you. 

By the time you look back out the window, Buckshot is shooting at George. 

A gasp leaves your lips and shots ring out, Tom grabbing your arm to tug you down out of sight of the window. You hear Billy’s gun go off once, and twice, and the anguished sound of pain from outside the house. Your friends are getting shot. 

You pull your gun out.

Buckshot yells out, “Billy! You fuckin’ coward, where ya at!?” 

You peek from the doorway to asses who’s hurt, only to feel someone’s hand grip at your collar and pull you back. 

Billy. His face is screwed in annoyance and he pulls you back completely out of the way as his voice booms, “Y’all stay here! It’s me he’s after.”

Your eyes widen as you process his words, “Bonney!”

“No,” Billy all but pushes at your head so you stay on the ground and away as he nears the doorway,  “Buckshot, hold your fire!”

Maybe you’ll kill Billy before Buckshot has a chance. You stare daggers into him, but stay put on the wooden floor. His eyes quickly glance at you, before he yells, “I’m comin’ out!” 

Your brain scream at you to lunge forward. Grab to his leg! Pull him down with you! Barrel yourself in front of him! But your limbs don’t work. The chills that went up your spine reached your head then flowed back down your entire body, leaving you frozen and breathing heavy as you watch Billy hold his hands out. 

“You can take me alive,” he shouts over to Buckshot, stepping slow out of the house. Bouts of worry fill your chest and you force yourself to move the slightest bit to be able to watch him. 

“Puttin’ my rifle down,” Billy continues, slowly setting his gun against the nearby post of the house. Some of the other men scatter to get into better positions and you take that opportunity to give yourself the final push to bring you to your feet. 

You move out of the small house as Billy continues his small steps towards Buckshot. Your hand firm on your gun, staying crouched down enough to hide yourself and have a good eye on Billy. 

“It’s just you and me,” he calls out. Your gaze stays strictly on his back, his broad shoulders tense as he holds his arms out in surrender. What the fuck is he thinking, you wonder, and you’re already coming up with ways to berate him later for this if he doesn’t get killed. 

Buckshot rises from his hiding spot, then you feel a heat spark deep in you. It’s so quick, you should have expected it, but Billy pulls his gun from his holster like lightning and shoots at Buckshot, getting him right near his hip. 

Billy stalks forward with his gun raised and you subconciously clench your thighs together, your back to the post, but head turned to watch every single one of Billy the fucking Kid’s movements. 

He cocks his gun just as Buckshot fumbles for his gun, but the man stands no chance as Billy fires off again. 

Billy’s steps quicken until he can drive his booted foot to Buckshot’s wrist as he was reaching for his rifle, “No, leave it,” Billy spits out and you find yourself inching closer to the scene, gun at the ready in case Buckshot gets an upperhand. 

But who are you kidding? 

You can feel Billy’s sneer almost as if it’s directed at you. His boot digs into the man’s wrist, as Buckshot garbles out a, “fuck you,” at Billy. His hand holds his gun with less tensity than you would expect, but that’s because Billy is all confidence. All of his actions are met with no hesitation and full bravado, enough to make you roll your eyes back and look away from him to collect yourself. 

You can’t look away for too long.  

Billy kneels down and grabs at Buckshot’s free arm to keep pressing him down, his voice gruff, “You lookin’ for me? You lookin’ for me huh?” 

All Buckshot does is laugh like the evil son of a bitch he is but you can’t focus on him. The man on top of him, the man on top of him cocks his gun and he jams the barrel to Buckshot’s mouth, “Here I am.”

Billy squeezes the trigger, killing Buckshot in that mere instant. The beating of your heart almost hurts your chest as you stare at him, mouth parted and hand loosening on your own gun. 

The man chokes for a few seconds and Billy removes his hands from him, panting. His head lifts and his eyes lock to yours. For those few moments Billy looks at you, you see the pure violence and ruthlessness swimming in his bright eyes. It should scare you, and it does, but it also excites a part of you that you wish did not exist. The same part of you that’s brutal. 

His eyes flit to your lap, where you had not realized your hand was awfully high on your thigh. You feel yourself heat up, and move your hand quickly, holstering your gun, but he’s already looking away, gaze back down at Buckshot. You’re locked in as Billy spits on his corpse before he stands back up.  

Spits. 

Your eyes flutter and you swallow down hard, barely catching the sound of some of the men walking over, but when your eyes focus again, Billy’s stalking off towards the thicket of trees ahead, alone. 

A push of adrenaline surges you onto your feet and you jog after him, ignoring any of the looks from the others. 

“Billy!” 

He stops short and you almost bump into his back. Well, you purposely let yourself bump into his back. It’s a little chilly outside but he’s warm. 

A sigh leaves him and he turns to face you, his typical blank look challenges that violence still swarming in his eyes, but you center your attention to the blood on his face. Then drop your gaze to the blood on his hands. The redness shouts out it’s danger in a wordless manner, you know Billy, but who is this Billy? This Billy that kills without a moment’s hesitation and is not looking bothered in the slightest that he’s got another man’s blood on him. He must be bothered, you know that. His fingers twitch at his side and the blood on his pointer finger calls your name. His other hand still holds to his gun. 

Get it together, cowgirl, you think to yourself. Fuck that, you think immediately after. You grab his gun from him and stuff it into his belt. Billy does nothing to stop you. 

His brow raises. “What?”

“That was really fuckin’ stupid,” you mutter. In your head, you said it louder and with a bitterness to your voice, but no matter how hard you could try, it was not gonna come out that way. 

His jaw tightens and he looks off to the side at nothing in particular, then back to you. His eyes rake down then back up to your face. The familiar chill runs through you, but not a scared one. 

“Maybe, but it’s done. Go back to the guys, see if they need help,” Billy says, his voice still rough, nodding towards where you both came from. 

“Haha. You’re not gettin’ rid of me like that, Bonney, you know that,” you tell him with a touch of that bitter tone you were hoping to give him. You step closer to him to almost be chest to chest. He doesn’t flinch or move. 

“That was stupid. Buckshot is-was a good shot and he coulda easily gotten you and then killed all of us right after ya! You’re lucky you’re such a good fuckin’ shot too because-”

“Cowgirl. Slow. Your. Roll,” Billy says, his voice a bit lower, head tilted down enough to meet your gaze head on. 

You grit your teeth. The indifference on his face makes your blood boil and your underwear get wetter but that’s besides the point, “No! In fact what was that stunt ya pulled in the house? You know I can handle my own and you grab me and pull me back? You push me away when I was gonna help? Billy fucking Bonney, how many times do I-”

His chapped lips from the incoming cold winter press into yours and you would not have it any other way. 

It’s the…second? Third time he’s kissed you? It’s better by a million each time. The force in which Billy grabs your face, digging his bloody fingers to your cheeks and bruising your lips with his own leads to the filthiest thoughts you think you’ve ever had. This violent man that you deem yours, a little bloodied, none of it his own. Rugged and roughly giving you his all through just a mere kiss? 

You give him back as much as he gives, pressing to him and fisting your hands to his vest, until you remember why you were telling him off and you push at him. “No!”

Billy blinks at you with a dazed look in his eyes and he shifts his gun belt, as if to hide the growing bulge in his pants. 

It was that easy. 

“Oh fuck you,” you grumble, stomping back closer and slamming your lips back to his. You don’t think about the blood now staining your cheeks or the slight metallic taste that gets in your mouth when you bite on Billy’s lip. His groan is enough to suffice and quench the way you were angry at him. 

Still, you mumble to his lips through kisses, “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I know,” he says, backing the two of you up until you’re up against a tree. His lips trail down along your jaw, nipping at the skin, his hands awkwardly not holding onto you. 

“Billy, just touch me.”

“They’re dirty.”

You roll your eyes. “Billy you already touched my face, I don’t care about the fuckin’ blood.”

To prove your words, you undo the buttons of your trousers, then grab his wrist, pulling his hand down the front of your pants. For a second you’re afraid he’ll reject this. You have yet to do something as much as this with him, but your body is aching. Your feelings beyond being angry or worried about him, but feeling fucking alive at the way he killed Buckshot. 

He doesn’t hesitate.  

Billy the fucking Kid. Man. He’s a man. 

Billy moans and leans his forehead to your cheek, his fingers dipping into your underwear and sliding against your cunt to get a feel for you. 

“I would watch you kill that motherfucker over and over again if you did it that way,” you whisper to him with a harsh breath as his fingers circle your clit, like he knows your body already despite having never touched it like this. 

“This is sick of you,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek and lingering his lips there. You don’t point out to Billy that although it may be fucked of you to enjoy this while his fingers are bloodied with someone else’s blood, he may be just as sick for kissing near the blood stain on your cheek and promptly licking over his lips to let the blood into his mouth. 

You want to call him out for it so bad, but he eases his finger into you just right, breathing hot on your face. 

“Oh…fuck,” you whisper, glancing down, your knees almost buckling as he starts to slowly thrust his finger into you, and you catch the side of his bulge, more prominent than you may have ever seen it, straining to his trousers and begging for your attention. 

“Bonney, can I-”

“Yes,” he cuts you off, taking his finger out just enough to add a second. You bite your lip to stifle your moan, your hand finding the outline of his cock and palming him, giving him some sort of friction that he clearly needed because Billy adjusts his arm and begins fucking his fingers quick up into you. 

Billy nods to your cheek when you whimper, “I know, I know, I knew you’d get so fuckin’ wet for me, Cowgirl, but…fuck you’re dirty, fuck I got his fuckin’ blood…,” Billy can’t finish his words because he has to muffle his own noise, pressing his face into your hair and nuzzling his nose at your temple. 

“You…you spit on him,” you mumble and Billy shakes his head against you, curling his fingers and massaging them in you to get you to whimper. He likes that sound, you deduce. 

“I spit on him,” Billy repeat and his free hand shoots up to your jaw, holding your face up and he spits on your lips before you can open your mouth to receive it. It makes his eyes flutter and his forehead rest to yours, his fingers making quick work even with the restraint your pants give. You can both hear the sound, how wet you are and how his palm slaps to your cunt with each thrust. 

He knows you can’t focus on rubbing him, but what you are able to do is enough in the moment. Your thumb rubs right at his tip over his pants, feeling the wet spot forming the more you press into it. You can barely look at your Billy, though that’s all you want to do. All you want to do is look at the man. 

He squeezes your jaw and kisses the corner of your mouth, a sweeter kiss than you’d expect in the moment as you clench around his fingers and resist screaming out his name. Another time. 

“Gonna come on your fingers, Billy,” you shudder, and he quickens the pace, brow furrowed and eyes locked intensely on your face. 

“Make ‘em more of a mess, go ahead, please,” he whispers, a desperation wafting from his voice and his hips bucking your hand. What sends you over the edge is his thumb just barely slipping to your mouth, the taste of blood filling your senes as you spasm on his fingers, and bite your cheek hard enough to draw your own blood. 

You’ve never felt this blissed out. Your legs almost buckle, but Billy presses against you enough to keep you standing as his fingers work you through the orgasm, his breath panting and his nose finding your temple again, where he leaves the softest kiss, you almost would not notice it.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, his fingers slipping out of you and then pulling from your pants. His fingers surely are a slick mess, the remnants of blood still there and the wet spot on the front of his pants bigger than when you first saw it. 

You stare at him. He stares at you. Your breaths aren’t returning to normal, but you cannot look away from him. 

“I didn’t want you to get hurt either,” he blurts out, referring most likely to why he pushed you back earlier.

“No shit.”

He straightens up and shakes his head. He would roll his eyes at you, you’re sure, but he doesn’t. 

You slap at his chest but he grabs your wrist, “Hey!”

“Don’t ever remind me of this,” he tells you in a low voice. You frown. Was this him rejecting you? That it was a mistake all along? That he acted on some weird impulse and did not care to continue this despite the constant-

“About this part,” he mutters, awkwardly gesturing to his pants.

Your Billy. 

Your lips start to quirk and he squeezes your wrist tighter, “Cowgirl, No. I said no.”

“One sentence,” you beg, even adding a little whine. Just for him. 

He tries to give you a stern look, but his shoulders slump and he shifts on his feet, “One.”

Letting yourself smile, you take a deep breath, “You must reallyyyyy fuckin’ like me if you come that easily, Bonney. And-”

“Ah Ah Ah,” he interrupts and puts his palm over your mouth, but you can see the hint of a smile on his lips, and the violence gone from his eyes. 

Your Billy. 

[floralcyanide]

if anyone wants to share billy the kid or coriolanus snow thoughts (of any kind) feel free to send them in! feeling a little better today and I’m kinda bored so 😩

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

First Premiere || Tom Blyth x actress!reader

Summary: You attend Tom's premiere for the new season of 'Billy The Kid' with Elise for the first time, and your first public event being pregnant with your second child.

Warnings: none at all!

Wc: 956

divider by @pommecita

Elsie had been non stop jumping up and down in excitement to attend her first premiere. The other half of season 2 of 'Billy The Kid' was going to be released very soon and of course you wanted to support Tom, as did Elsie, by attending the premiere.

This was also going to be your first public event since you released the news that you were having another baby a couple months ago. "Woah," Elsie gasps as she looks out the car window to the event.

At first you and Tom were skeptical on bringing Elsie along just because it can get overwhelming, especially for a little girl like her who wasn't used to all these cameras and people. But you figured that she would be fine since the two of you were gong to be there with her the entire time.

"Remember what we told you Elsie, stay with mummy and I and tell us if you want to go to auntie, okay?" Tom fixes her little dress as she listens intently, nodding her head. Your sister was going to come as well just so that she could look after Elsie if we needed her to.

You could already hear the screams and the flashing of cameras when the car came to a halt. Tom squeezes your hand, a silent question asking you if you were okay as you squeeze it back. The car door opens and Tom was the first to step out, waving to the crowd.

He turned around, helping Elsie out of the car as she looks around with wide eyes. She clung to her dad's leg shyly as Tom holds you hand as he helps you get out. You give him a grateful smile as you wave to crowd as well.

Tom's left hand moves to the small of your back while his other hand holds Elsie's hands. The crowd were at awe at the family as cameras furiously snapped pictures. There were speculations before that you and Elsie would attend but it wasn't confirmed until now.

You look over to Elsie who was quiet as she looks at the paparazzi before moving in between the two of you. You expected her to be slightly shy in front of all these cameras who were calling out her name.

You stop to lean down at her level, "You okay bubba?" You softly say to her as her eyes stay focused on the crowd behind you. Elsie says nothing as she plays with her dress as you look up to Tom who is already look at the two of you. You bite your lip lightly, already regretting your decision to bring her.

Tom opens his arms a bit, an invitation for Elsie to be picked up as she immediately walks into her arms as he picks her up. Her arms wrap around her dad's neck as she hides her face from the crowd. You stroke her cheek before you and Tom move on.

You stop to pose for a few pictures with Tom as Elsie continues to hide. Trying to cheer her up, Tom whispers something in Elsie's ear which makes her immediately turn her head and smile and giggle. After that, Elsie was no longer camera shy as she smiled for the cameras.

You and Tom look at her in his arms with huge smiles as your hand subconsciously rubs the swell of your stomach–this cute moment being captured by paparazzi. "Tom! Y/n! Hello!" An interviewer calls put as you and Tom turn your head.

You and Tom immediately recognise her; she was the same woman who asked if you were wanting to grow a family and the first person to know about Elsie outside family. "Oh my gosh, hi!" You quickly walk over to her as Tom and Elsie follow.

"It's so lovely to see the two of you again! And hello Elsie! So nice to be finally be able to meet you! You have been the talk of this event," The woman smiles warmly at your daughter as Elsie shyly smiles making the three of you chuckle.

"Congratulations on the series Tom, and congratulations for being dad to your second child!" Tom smiles at the woman as he pulls you closer to him as you look up at him. "Thank you! You look stunning by the way," He compliments the woman as she thanks him.

"Do you know the gender of the baby yet?" She looks to you, "We do actually, and we're so glad we saw you because we were going to tell you," Her jaw drops open in shock as you and Tom laugh. "I feel so honoured to be the first one to know about this," She puts her hand on her heart.

Tom watches your side profile as you talk to her, "Elsie, do you wanna tell the lady if you are going to have a baby sister or baby brother" Tom lifts Elsie up as she looks at the lady and then the mic and camera. "Uhm... baby brother," She responds as the interviewer starts squealing, pulling you into a hug which catches you by surprise but you hug her back. "Biggest congratulations to the two of you again!" She says before you wave goodbye to her and move along.

There was no surprise that Elsie was the talk of the event. She was photographed a lot and majority of the pictures that you and Tom were in, Elsie was either at the front, up close to the cameras as she looks at them with curious eyes, or in Tom's arms. The minute you enter the car to go back home, Elsie feel fast asleep in between you and Tom, exhausted from the night.

[soldierboysbeard]

“Kneel For Your Country”

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!reader

Content: oral (m receiving), mean!soldier boy, reader likes to suck dick for fun, sir kink, dom!soldier boy, sub!reader, porn without plot, Soldier Boy himself is a damn warning, slight degrading.

——————-

The door slammed behind him.

“On your knees.” Soldier Boy said, not even bothering with a hello.

My heart skipped. I scrambled off the edge of the bed and dropped to the floor, like he told me to. The carpet was rough against my knees, but I didn’t care. Not when I could hear the heavy clink of his belt, the rustle of leather, the smugness practically radiating off him.

“You look like a fucking dream,” he muttered, boots stopping just in front of me. “Or a really, really dirty fantasy.”

I looked up at him. He hadn't even taken off the damn suit.

"You been waiting like this long?"

"Yes, sir," | whispered, voice breathy.

He grinned-cocky, dangerous. "Cute. Bet you've been wet since I texted you."

I bit my lip, nodding. My thighs had been sticky for what felt like hours.

Soldier Boy pulled his cock free, thick and already hard, flushed deep red at the tip. He gave it a few slow strokes, just to tease me. Or himself. Maybe both.

"Then open that pretty mouth," he said, tapping the head of it against my lips. "And don't half-ass it. I like a performance."

I obeyed without hesitation. The moment he slid past my lips, he let out a low, satisfied groan.

"Fuck. There you go. Look at you-like you missed this."

I did. The taste of him, the weight, the way he filled my mouth and held my hair tight in his fist-it all made my skin buzz. I moaned, taking him deeper, relaxing my throat like l'd practiced. He chuckled, the sound rough and mean and stupidly hot.

"Shit, you take it so well," he murmured, hips giving a slow, deliberate thrust. "Knew you were a little slut the second I laid eyes on you."

My eyes watered, drool sliding down my chin. I gagged slightly, and that just made him groan louder. His other hand braced against the wall, letting him fuck my mouth at a slow, punishing rhythm.

"Messy," he said approvingly. "Sloppy and eager. That's how I like it."

I whimpered, hollowing my cheeks, doing everything | could to make him lose that cocky composure. But Soldier Boy didn't just lose control. He took it from you.

His voice dropped, almost gentle if it wasn't so filthy. "You want me to come in that mouth? Or all over your face, huh? Make you wear it like a medal?"

I moaned, unable to answer with my mouth full. He laughed darkly, tightening his grip in my hair.

"Too late," he growled.

He drove his hips forward harder, rougher, his breathing breaking into short gasps as I held on, lips swollen, throat aching-but I didn't stop. Wouldn't stop. I wanted it. Wanted him.

With a deep, guttural sound, he came, pulsing hot down my throat. I swallowed without being told, kept sucking until he hissed and pulled back, cock twitching, saliva and cum glistening on my lips.

He looked down at me, satisfied and smug as ever. "Damn, sweetheart. That's better than room service."

[s6ngbird]

tw — nsfw, stepcest

coriolanus snow didn't bat an eye in your direction when he found out his dad was remarrying and why would he? you were most likely some nobody who wasn't worth his attention

and fuck, he was wrong

when he finally got alone with you, he realized how much he actually wanted you and the minute, he saw you in a skimpy nightgown, walking around the hallway like a lost puppy and he couldn't help himself when you knocked on his door

so now you were crying and moaning on his bed, having cum at least 2 times before this, as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow, desperate to make sure that you knew you belonged to him only

[corioswife]

hey, bestie! I love your writing, it's just a chef kiss mwah! If I can request a fic! Imagine the reader being kinda of a femme fatale, and popular with her peers because of her beauty. -Coriolanus develops a puppy crush on her when he sees her in the halls, but one day the reader notices him, and talks to him, and after that, he's lovestruck and slowly becomes obsessed with her. Leaving cute notes and flowers at her locker and letters. The rest of the story, you can control and write.

The reader is like Jennifer from Jennifer's body but ignore the succubus part.

thank you love, i love this req sm! 🎀 i tried my best to capture everything as my fics aren’t usually too long !! nsfw 18+ skip if uncomfortable

Coriolanus Snow x Femme Fatal!Reader

Coriolanus Snow, the undeniably charming student at Capitol University, couldn't keep his eyes off of you. He was smitten with your beauty and the alluring way you carried yourself, captivating everyone with your grace and presence.

As the days passed, Coriolanus grew bolder and began leaving cute notes and flowers at your locker, hoping to catch your attention. His heart raced every time he thought of you, and he found himself losing focus during classes, consumed by thoughts of you.

One day, you finally notice him. He's sitting alone in the library, head buried in a book, looking oh-so-adorable. You walk up to him, feeling the weight of your beauty and charm, and strike up a conversation.

You engage in a casual conversation with him, unaware of the effect you're having on him. The more you talk, the more infatuated he becomes. His heart races, and he struggles to maintain eye contact as his thoughts wander towards intimate scenarios involving the two of you.

As the conversation continues, You sense something different about Coriolanus. His eyes are brighter, his voice is softer, and he seems a bit flustered. You sense his longing and desire, and a spark of curiosity ignites within you.

You continue to engage with him, teasing and flirting, unaware of the depth of his affection for you. As the conversation deepens, so does his passion, and he finds himself struggling to keep his desires in check.

Coriolanus is on the verge of confessing his feelings for you, but something holds him back. He wants to express his love, but is too shy and self-conscious. He's torn between his desire for you and his fear of rejection.

Unbeknownst to Coriolanus, you start to feel a strange connection with him. His shyness and hesitation only serve to heighten your curiosity about him. As the conversation winds down, you find yourself wanting more from this enigmatic individual who has captured your attention so thoroughly.

Unbeknownst to Coriolanus, you start to feel a strange connection with him. His shyness and hesitation only serve to heighten your curiosity about him. As the conversation winds down, you find yourself wanting more from this enigmatic individual who has captured your attention so thoroughly.

As the night comes to a close, Coriolanus finally finds the courage to confess his feelings for you. His voice trembles slightly as he tries to find the words to express himself, but finally, he blurts out, " I'm in love with you. "

You stare at Coriolanus, barely able to believe what you're hearing. You are deeply moved by his honesty and vulnerability, and you find yourself falling for him even deeper.

" I'm falling for you too " you whisper, your heart racing in anticipation of what might come next. As the two of you stand there in the silence of the night, you realize that your lives have just irrevocably changed.

The two of you embrace, your bodies pressing together as you share a tender kiss. You can feel the heat and desire radiating off of him, and you know that this moment will be one you'll cherish forever.

" My room is just upstairs " Coriolanus whispers into your ear. His voice is hoarse with desire, and you can't help but shiver at the thought of what might happen next.

As the two of you make your way upstairs, the anticipation and desire building within you both is almost unbearable. The door to your room closes behind you, and the two of you are finally alone together.

Coriolanus kisses you deeply, his tongue seeking entry into your mouth as his hands roam over your body. Heat surges through you as he pushes you against the door, pinning you there with his strength and desire.

You moan into the kiss, arching your back against him. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you pull him closer, needing more of his touch. The feeling of his skin against yours is electrifying, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of your being.

As if he's reading your mind, Coriolanus's hands begin to explore the most intimate parts of your body. His fingers dance over your sensitive skin, teasing and tantalizing until you're ready to beg for more.

Finally, Coriolanus moves his mouth from your lips to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as his fingers continue their journey. You gasp and arch your neck into his mouth, wanting more of his touch. This is a feeling unlike anything you've ever known before.

You gasp as Coriolanus undoes his pants, freeing his aching erection. He positions himself between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly positions against your entrance.

" Please " you whisper, your voice trembling with need. " I want you. "

Coriolanus pulls back, only to thrust forcefully inside you, hitting your sweet spot with a force that steals your breath.

His fingers digging into your hips, his mouth trailing kisses down your neck, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that drives you to the brink.

" Come for me " he demands. Your body shudders, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your name, a moaned plea, falls from his lips as he feels your walls clenching around him.

" Coriolanus... " You whisper his name, your voice hoarse from the intensity of the moment. He groans, his body shuddering as he releases himself into you, filling you completely.

[lucygxybaird]

billy is practically addicted to getting you off.

he loves going down on you, using his fingers -- he definitely loves doing both, pumping two long, thick digits in and out of you, while his tongue plays with your clit.

of course he loves when he's inside you, but especially when you're on top, because that way you can control the pace. you can ride him fast and hard, almost using him, that's his favorite.

and it's not like you neglect his pleasure. if anything, you're just as focused on him as he is on you. you encourage him to be loud, to let you know how good it feels. and he obeys, without question, mostly because it does feel so fucking good -- and because he can tell what it does for you.

every moan of his, every groan and whimper, every sigh of your name, every time he chants "yes yes yes" or manages a single, guttural "fuck--" before he loses himself inside you...he drinks in the look on your face, your eyes closed in mirrored bliss, your mouth open and your forehead furrowed in an expression of rapture. he can't get enough of you like this. you look so beautiful in ecstasy. each noise out of your own mouth goes straight to his cock, whether he's buried deep within you or not.

more than once, he's come without being touched, his tongue delving into your core like he gets sustenance from your peak coating his tastebuds, or his thumb rubbing at your clit while his fingers curl inside you. he'll grunt helplessly, his hips jerking against the mattress, as cum pools sticky and hot in his pants. it's just so good, the way you cry out for him. wordless moans, his name repeated like a prayer, cries getting louder and louder, until you're almost screaming in your pleasure -- on the rare occasions where he's without you, and he can't sleep, he's replayed those moments in his mind, his hand wrapped around his cock and stroking rapidly.

it gets him off every time.

now you're on top of him, your back to his front, kneeling on his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed, feet planted on the floor. his hands are on your hips, but you're setting the pace, fucking yourself on him. "billy -- oh, god, billy -- you-you're so -- so fucking deep..."

he slides one hand up your body, over your waist, caressing your breast, up the column of your throat and over your jaw. his fingers slip into your mouth, and you suck obediently.

"yeah, baby?" he mumbles, pulling his fingers free. his hand immediately delves between your legs, rubbing at your clit. your hips buck. "do i make you feel good?"

"yes!" you're almost sobbing, your head falling back onto his shoulder. you've lost almost all sense of rhythm, but he doesn't mind. with his feet still firmly on the floor, he starts rocking up into you, making you keen even louder. "oh, yes, billy, yes, you make me feel so good--!"

"i want everybody to know about it," he mutters in your ear. "i want you to scream for me when you come all over my cock--"

you groan loudly, each cry pealing like the clap of a bell. billy can feel the way your starting to jerk and tremble, muscles misfiring like you've been struck by lightning, your thighs quivering, that you're close. he nuzzles at your temple, hips pistoning up into you as his fingers continue to work your clit.

and then, as you tip over the edge, you do scream -- a helpless cry of intense pleasure, and it flips the switch for him immediately. your back arches against him, and both of his hands go to your hips to keep you steady as he rocks into you just twice more before he's finishing with a loud shout of his own.

it takes a long time for you to both come down; billy manages to get the two of you under the covers, and he pulls you against his chest, and you giggle. he smiles, nosing at your hair. "what?"

"the neighbors are gonna complain again."

"honey, our closest neighbors are almost a mile away."

you giggle again. "i know."

[diorchids]

ALL YOUR INNOCENCE, CORIOLANUS SNOW.

cw: reader is a virg, PRAISE, taking virg, peacekeeper!snow, p in v

nsfw ahead !

coriolanus hated the hob. unless you were there. the drunkard's smell filled the place up while coriolanus and sejanus bantered over small things. peacekeepers get a few nights off, they have to make it last.

his favorite part was you. you’d be with all of your friends, bow in your hair swaying every which way when everyone was boot stompin’, this was the ideal night for you. different men trying to feel you up or talk to you made you even less engaged in the show and more so in the drinks.

you’d scrapped up your last bit of change for your drink, but it still wasn’t enough. “still not enough, sorry,” the bartender offered a pity smile before shuffling away to serve other patrons.

coriolanus had been watching you, your pretty face being the only thing left to entertain him on those cold, uneventful nights. 

you were surprised, to say the least when he walked to the bar and put a few dollars on the counter for the tender to see, “that should cover it.” his tall frame behind you, practically towering over you. 

the bartender hands you your drink before you look up at coriolanus, “thank you, sir.” and he shudders at the sudden eye contact. “my pleasure, ‘s on the house.” a quick smile creeps onto his face. you waltz back over to your friends, drink in hand. 

he stares across the crowd just to see you. this was your first time seeing him outside of his full peacekeeper attire, but he had seen you multiple times. on reaping day, outside of the hob, at the hanging tree. the way tears rolled down your face each time the criminals were strung up made him realize just how innocent you are.

you shuffle away to a room toward the back of the hob, trying to find a friend who had wandered off. he follows narrowly behind you like you’re his prey, like his princess. you notice him behind you, startled by his presence. “s’ just me. you’re good, princess.” he examines you, so small under him.

“ – thank you, again. i can get the money back, sir.” you furrow your brows, feeling scrutinized, “promise.” 

his lips curve softly into a closed-mouth smile, “my pleasure, princess.” his eyes move all over your small frame. your fingers fiddle with the end of your dress, your lower thigh being put on display for him as you look up. he can’t help but wonder how innocent you are, how much he just wanted to protect you. 

your pouty lips only add to his need for you, his need to treat you like his princess. you guys can’t help but just stare at each other, his eyes piercing straight into you. 

he snaps out of his trance, eyes finally moving away from you. he gives a courtesy smile before pivoting right back to the crowd's direction. “gotta get back, princess, hm?” he says while walking back into the common, crowded area. 

you practically forget about the encounter half an hour later, but coriolanus still eyes you from his seat next to sejanus. “ – desperate,” sejanus says, swishing his drink around in his cup. “you’re desperate.” 

the crowd is still compact, you move through safely aside from unwanted touches everywhere and catcalls. you stumble before bumping into coriolanus, “watch where you’re goin’, could hurt yourself, princess.” he coos into your ear, leaning down to reach your ear. 

you look up at him before touching his shoulder, eye contact strong. “sorry.” your fingers touching his wrist before grabbing it, and dragging him onto the floor. he touches your waist briefly before gripping the other side. “too loud, let’s go to the back, hm?” you smile and nod eagerly before he leads you to the hallway you previously had an encounter in. “now, what’s your name, doll?” he asks you, finger trailing up your arm. you tell him, not being able to hold back from answering.

you wait for his words, only getting a hand cradling and stroking your jaw. “what a doll.” he coos onto your skin. your eyes almost make his legs buckle when you look at his lips. he examines you with a certain look while he caresses your cheek softly. you can’t help but kiss him, but he kisses back passionately. his hands roam your body, fingers gripping softly around your neck. he had never been this close. 

“don’t want you back out there, ‘kay?” you nod as he leads you into a room with nothing but a small cot and a table. he kisses you ferociously while his hands softly graze over your skin, not wanting to break you. “what’s your name?” you ask him, and he answers, “coriolanus – snow.” hesitating to finish the name.

he looks at you for confirmation before running his finger up your dress and along your lace panties. “god, i mean, you’re just teasin’ me. huh, doll?” finger touching your clothed clit. your hand curves around his clothed bulge, and he bucks his hips into your hands quickly.

“never done this, never got this far.” you whisper into his ear while you hook your finger onto his pants. “good, that’s good, i’ll show you,” he whispered to you before kissing you again, the cut on his top lip serving as a reminder of his occupation. what he does to people. yet he can only think to protect you.

he lays you down softly on the table, standing between either of your legs. “can i see it? please?” you beg while he caresses your thigh, dress ridden up to your stomach. he complies, nodding while he unbuckles his belt. pulling his pants down to reveal his clothed cock with a wet patch, hunched over while he palms himself through his boxers, earning a groan.

you look up at him with your innocent eyes, waiting for him to do something. he pulls his cock out of his boxers, it springing up and leaking with pre cum. he ruts his cock against your clothed clit, large hands gripping your waist as you pout. 

“gonna make you feel good, ‘kay, doll?” he says, pulling down your panties. “‘s not gonna fit. gonna break you.” his tip prodding at your wet entrance. his tip makes you wince when he even tries to stick it inside of your wet cunt. you shudder and grip his arm, “it will, won’t hurt me just put it all in.” you say, so needy for his fat cock in you, wanting him to take away all of your innocence. 

“ready, princess? ‘s gonna hurt.” he furrows his eyebrows as he waits for your confirmation. you nod before he pushes his fat cock deep into you. your eyes water and you whine when his tip forces its way into your tight cunt. his gaze meets yours while he slowly pushes in, inch by inch getting more engrossed into you.

you mewl and cry as he moves his hips back and forth, barely thrusting. “told you, doll, it’s gonna hurt.” his thumb running over your lips when he speeds up, getting more length inside of you. he loves to know he’s doing this to you. do you know how many times he’s even thought of this? being able to break you open?

“ – m’ okay,” you hiss. “gonna push it all in, ‘kay?” he cranes his neck to see your eyes, making sure you know. he places his hands on either of your hips, lightly caressing them before sliding far inside of you, eliciting a groan from him and cries from you. you whine and tears run down your face when you smile at him. “tsk, so pretty.” his cock now sliding in and out of your tight cunt that grips him perfectly.

your lower half shakes uncontrollably under his cock. “so pretty, hm, doll? takin’ it good. first time for everything.” you turn into an incoherent mess when his cock brushes up against that spongy spot. he can tell you’re almost there. his hands press all over your back, pulling you closer to him. “feel it comin’, feel it in my stomach.” you say. he nods, taking in your words.

your cunt grips coriolanus perfectly, making sure to attend to every vein and suck every drop of pre cum out of him. he thrusts passionately, hips finding a rhythm to pleasure you with. you look up at him with those big, pretty eyes and whine every time.

“ – can’t take it– can’t take it anym–more.” your legs shake before your stomach tightens up completely. he sets his warm thumb on your clit, rubbing it lazily. “c’mon, princess. scream for me. tell me how good this feels for your first time.” you cum hard around his cock, spasming harshly. 

you can barely form a coherent sentence when you cum all around him, his lips smashing yours, juices spilling all over the table and floor. “ – s–so g–good.” you try to say as drool pools at the corners of your mouth.

juices fall from your cunt as he takes this as an opportunity to speed up again, pushing deep inside of you as you dig your nails deep into his arms. “almost d–done, princess.” he groans. 

his cock twitches before his balls tighten up at the sight of you. so pretty, completely cock-drunk, crying from him. you can barely look at him. 

“gonna take it all, take all of me, princess.” he wraps his arms around your torso before cumming deep inside of you. his cock continues to twitch as it gets covered in his cum, making sure to fuck it deep inside of your cunt. tears flow freely down your face when his cum gets pushed into you. “can’t – can’t do it anymore. stomach…” you taper off before you cum again, your mixed juices falling onto the floor beneath you. 

coriolanus still thrusts, just slower and more tame. he delivers sloppy kisses all over your face, letting you know how proud he is of you. “did so well. took me so well for your first time, princess.” he nods to make sure you know how perfectly you did.

“hurts, hurts real bad, coryo.” he hisses at the sudden nickname.

“i know, i know, doll.” he coos while rubbing your back.

he smiles knowing you’re his now, you’re his girl.

um im gonna watch tbosas again

[hyunsvngs]

only coherent thought rn is Hyunjin with a tongue piercing going down on reader 🤝

ugh this is everything.

punk hwang hyunjin who got sick of everyone telling him how pretty he is and decided to make himself look terrifying instead. thick black eyeliner, black lipstick sometimes, silver jewellery in his nose, lip, eyebrow, ears, tongue. pink streaks in his long black hair. he still looks fucking gorgeous, of course, but older people are a little scared of him and kids love his coloured hair, and that's all that matters.

it also attracted a certain type of admirer. gone were the girls who wanted to court him and take him home to meet their parents. he now appealed to the type of person who didn't give a fuck about appearances and cared about the person underneath; the people who would adventure with him, let him paint them naked, let him fuck them under the stars.

he caught your eye from the very first second you saw him, in a dingy bar. he'd stuck his tongue out at you, and you'd blushed. "i like your tongue piercing," you'd told him. "it feels even better than it looks," he'd replied.

"come over here and kiss me then." he had laughed when you said this. "that's not what i meant."

soon after, his head was between your legs in the bar's bathroom, his fingers digging into your thighs as he positively devoured you. his beautiful lips looked even better covered in your wetness, plump and glowing.

you came on his tongue and he looked up at you, eyes sparkling. he waggled his tongue at you. "feels better, right?" you could only nod. "again?" "fuck yes."

god, you hoped no one was waiting to use that bathroom.

☆ billy

[francixoxoxo]

Maybe he’s not brazen enough to sneak her out dancing himself but I can imagine her overhearing that the other farmhands convinced Billy to finally go out dancing with them and she surprises him by sneaking out and being there…

he later confesses he wanted to ask her but knew her father wouldn’t approve and she’s like “I still would have snuck out with you” which makes him smile

Oh my god phantom you genius

You’re absolutely plotting the second she overhears it because one thing about farmers daughter reader she’s BULLHEADED with a capital b. And Billy’s staring at you extra today, and you’d scold him for being so shy if you weren’t just a little bit shy yourself. When you actually gets to the bar you can definitely hear the group of ranch hands because god knows your dad employs animals (even though you love them like uncles and cousins), but you sits your pretty little self down at that barstool and lets Billy come to you. And of course he does.

“Daddy know you’re out?” His hand’s on the low back of the barstool, thumb brushing your lower back. You shrugs. “Does he know you’re out?” Your dad’s been pushing for the Kid to get out of his shell. He’s a young man, christs sake. Hasn’t even got a girlfriend. He ain’t that crooked lookin, your dad laughed over dinner. Oh, you knew good and well. He wasn’t one bit crooked lookin’, your Billy.

Billy shrugs and turns his lips down. He flags down the bartender, “Order somethin’ you can down quick, honey. M’ in the mood t’dance.” Now, you’re not one to be told what to do, but you won’t argue, certainly not while Billy lays down the crumpled dollars and meets your eye as you take a sip. Cognac. “Y’know, I was just regrettin’ not inviting you.” He mumbles, a slow smile creasing his face.

“I’ve been.” You retort, lifting your brows as if to reprimand him. Billy glances down with another shrug. He doesn’t say why he hesitated all day, not just yet, but you’ve got a feeling. He doesn’t let you sit comfy too long before he’s tugging you onto the dance floor— “Springsteen’s on,” he shouts over the opening riffs, the stupidest grin on his face. Listening to music your dad would listen to, young as he is, it’s endearingly old school.

By the time you call it a night, Billy’s hair is sticking to his forehead, your cheeks are nice and rosy. You’d danced your feet clean off, hardly seconds after you went to sit a second, third, fourth wind hit like a hurricane. Or maybe it was just the alcohol in your system, and Billy’s habit of following your lead like a puppy dog on a leash. If you said one more dance? One more dance, it was.

He swore he’d drive you home, and though you can taste the liquor on his tongue right now, you appreciated that he only had one drink just for this. Sitting in his truck, his lips moving on yours as he leans over the center console to hold the back of your head. One of his CDs is in, Tom Petty croons about weed while Billy kisses you silly. For a moment, he leans away from you, his brows knitted, and you’d move back in if he didn’t have the look in his eyes like he’s just itching to tell you something.

“I should’ve snuck you out myself, mama.” You hum, more than tipsy. “I just.. Kept thinkin’ bout your dad.”

You lean further away, Billy’s hand slips to your shoulder, then to your hand. “I would’ve risked it anyway, if it meant goin’ dancing with you.” A sweet smile spreads across your man’s face and you could melt, like sugar in the rain. “Ain’t you a firecracker?” Billy mutters, pressing another lingering kiss onto your lips. Your gloss was long gone.

“Twixt you and me? I don’t think my daddy knew what he was doin’, giving me the room with a tree out the window.”

“cuttin’ me some damn slack with his crazy daughter, that’s what.”

I love them sm it’s not even funny they KEEP EACHOTHER ON THEIR TOES

[lqveharrington]

Past is Catching | W.H.B.

summary: billy never tells you about his past, and it comes back to haunt him AND you.

pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

includes: fluff, gun violence, cursing, knife play, death threats, angst, billy blaming himself for everything that happens

a/n: i miss writing for tom blyth, my husband 😕💋

Billy got himself into another fight with another outlaw, causing even more trouble to pile onto his shoulders. He jumped from town to town to keep under the radar, but eventually the trouble would come knocking. Whether it was the rival gang or a sheriff he got into a saloon brawl with because of one mistake in a game of Blackjack, he was always on the move. Even when he thought towns would grant him safety and peace, they would eventually try and expose him to the authorities for reward money. He was never at rest.

Not until he made it to the small town of Mesilla.

The entire town had no clue who Billy the Kid was. Hell, they didn’t even know Billy was an outlaw unless he decided to tell them. They just saw him as another person passing through their town. Like any other outlaw, Billy made the rash decision to settle down in the small town where all his worries seemed to be nonexistent.

He picked up a job to tend to an old farmer’s fields and ranch, which he found calming since he loved tending to the horses. He was even offered a room at the place for all the work. Billy was paid pretty well with the addition of the room and he had weekends off, so he could roam the town and explore the place when he wasn't on errand runs.

When he was tasked to buy things at the store for the farmer, there was this one woman he always ran into at the grocery store. Typically, the women in the town would cower from him because of his demeanor and the gun latched to his side, but you had no problem standing up to him when he grabbed the last jar of jam before you.

After the jam argument — and Billy losing the argument with one less jar of jam — he always looked forward to more of the banters. It felt familiar to have small arguments, although the ones before usually ended with a shooting rather than a small goodbye like you and he did.

Before the both of you knew it, you were spending more time outside of errand runs and less time bantering until he officially began courting you. You expected it, but it was still a nice surprise that he formally asked your father for approval and then asked you with a bouquet. It was awfully sweet to see a rugged cowboy like him ask you to be his with wildflowers.

The only thing Billy ever kept from you was his past as a fugitive. He doubted that it would ever come for such a small town in New Mexico, but Billy’s trouble had come knocking once more. Even in the town he thought he was safe in.

“You can’t distract me from my own chores, Billy.” You tilt your head away from his kisses and do your best to hang up the white sheets without dropping them. “Just because you’re done with yours doesn’t mean you can bother me just yet.”

“I have nothing else to do, sweetheart.” He nudged your cheek with his nose and placed his hands on your waist line as he pulled you close so your back was flush against his chest. “M’pretty girl… So perfect and jus’ f’me.”

“Oh, hush.” You click your tongue before your head perked up at the noise of hooves coming closer, slowing your task to listen for how many there were. “Do you know if my Pa is expecting anyone today? Sounds like the whole town is comin' down to visit.”

He hummed and shifted to look over your shoulder before he felt the color drain from his face. He quickly separated from you and pushed you towards the house, not caring that the white sheets fell across the dirt floor or that you gave him confused looks.

“What is—“

“Get inside an’ don’t come out ‘til I come and get you, alright? Don’t let anyone but your Pa exit the house. Not without a gun.” He rushed out and kept nudging you inside the house, his eyes wild with fear. “Stay put.”

You frowned as he placed a quick kiss to your forehead and reached for his gun. Your eyes widened at the notion. He never used that gun and you believed that it was just for show. But as he checked to see if there were bullets, your mind started blaring alarms.

“What’s going on?”

As if he didn’t hear you, he shut the door behind him tightly and walked toward the fields where you initially heard the galloping of hooves. You really wanted to stay put and listen to him, especially when he had his fingers on the trigger, but you were stubborn and wanted to know why he made you hide.

Slowly, you took quiet steps toward the side of the house where you last were, peering through the lace curtains. You could barely make out a group of men that started to surround Billy, making you wonder even more. Billy’s hand was steady on his gun as one of the men spoke to him, your eyes darting across each of the different men staring your Billy down.

You wanted to hear what they said to him. You wanted to know why he made you hide. You wanted to understand who Billy truly was and why he seemed so afraid of you being with him.

Taking a deep breath, you twisted the door knob and opened it a crack, just enough to hear the conversation between Billy and the mysterious men.

“So this is where the infamous Billy the Kid has been staying, huh?” You heard a ruffed voice call out when silence completely took over the group, the tone of disgust laced in his voice.

You strained your neck to hear the conversation better, but the sound of boots shuffling had gotten closer and closer to you, causing you to flush your body against the door.

“And what about it?” Billy spoke coldly, your eyebrows jumping up in surprise. You never heard him speak cruelly before. He was civil to everyone in town and especially sweet to you and your family. “Where I go doesn’t concern you.”

“It does.” A different voice piped up, this time an older voice. “You owe us something.”

“I don’t fuckin’ owe you anything.” Billy replied with an even harsher tone, the sound of his gun clicking echoing through the air.

You were so confused. What did they mean by him owing them something?

As they continued their conversation, you opened the door a little wider when you thought the shuffling moved away from your side, but what you didn’t expect was a pair of unknown eyes meeting yours. Before you could even try and run back into the house, a different pair of hands held your arms and pulled you outside where the rest of the men stood. You twisted in the man’s hands when Billy saw you, his face falling before pulling himself back together.

Your hair fell from its original updo and your breathing was uneven. You could feel Billy’s burning stare and felt his disappointment underneath the rage toward the men touching you. You mouthed sorry to him as they brought you to the middle of the circle — right in front of Billy.

“Look what I found listening in on our conversation.” The man shook you slightly, causing you to stumble over your feet. He gripped your arms tighter and your face contorted in discomfort when he took your chin in his rough hands to face the rest of the crowd. “Isn’t she a doll?”

The man who you supposed was the first to speak to Billy stepped toward you, touching your hair and your clothes in interest. He squinted as he scanned your face before looking down at your neck, which had one necklace Billy had given you a while ago. With his true initials engraved at the back of the heart.

“Is this your girl, Mr. Bonney?” The man tugged on your gold necklace, making you whimper at the sudden action.

Billy clenched his jaw and tightened his hand around his gun, keeping his azure eyes locked on yours. “That doesn’t concern you either.”

“Oh, why keep secrets? It’s only us here.” He unsheathed a pocket knife and traced your jaw softly, grinning when your breath hitched in horror. The knife trailed lower until they were above your chest, the red lines beginning to appear. “Plus, I would hate for something to happen to this pretty lady—“

“Billy—“ You whisper out and catch his fire filled eyes, the blue in them gone and only filled with black.

“Get your fucking hands off her.” Billy pointed his gun toward the man and pointed the other toward the other man beside him. Where he got the other gun you would never know.

The man’s smile grew, “So she does belong to you.” He watched you shut your eyes before pushing you out toward Billy, your body nearly hitting the desert floor before Billy caught you. “How pathetic. Billy the Kid, gone soft and settled down in a little town.”

You wince at the sudden impact and bite your lip when you met his stare. “I’m sorry…”

But before Billy could respond or before the men could shoot at either of you, your father stepped out of the house with his shotgun pointed at the head man, eyes enraged at the sight in front of him. Billy shifted you around so you were tucked safely in his arms and away from all the different guns pointing in all different directions.

“What’s goin’ on here?” His gaze drifted toward you and Billy before looking at the group. He didn't care much about the actual fight, he only cared for his daughter's safety. “And what are you doing on my property?”

The man chuckled, pointing his gun toward Billy's head. “You know this man is a fugitive?” His eyes crinkled in dander. “If you let him come with us, we’ll split the money with you.”

Your father scoffed and pushed his way through the men, standing in front of you and Billy. “This man has been nothing but kind to our town and my family.” He grabbed your arm and tugged you up before clapping a hand around Billy's and pulling him up as well, tipping his head down in thanks. “And it seems to me you’re the one disturbing our peace. So please, take your men and horses and leave.”

The silence that ensued made you uncomfortable. It seemed like everyone was staring one another down with pure hatred. It was only until Billy shot a bullet into the air that the staring contest between you father and the men stopped.

“Fine.” The man spit on the ground and flipped Billy off. The rest of the men climbed onto their horses and began to ride away while the same man stayed to speak words of hate. “The second you step foot outta this town you’re dead, Bonney.”

You watched the men ride away before you looked back at Billy in pure confusion, stepping away from his frame in space when his tired eyes shifted to you. Your father pursed his lips and ran his fingers through his hair, tossing his shotgun toward the ground.

“Now what happened?” He huffed and took a glance at Billy who was rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands.

You pursed your lips and scratched the spot above your chest, eyes wanting — needing — to meet his. “Who were those men? Why did they say you owe them something—"

“I told you to stay inside.” Billy pulled you into his arms and gently rubbed the top of your head, shutting his eyes in desperation. "You could've died."

“Who are you?” You murmur and pull away, placing a soft hand on the rough of his cheek. He leaned into your touch and kissed your palm, eyes still shut. You thumbed his cheek, "Billy..."

"I never meant for you or your family to get involved." He whispered and opened his eyes, shiny with so much emotion. "I thought I was safe here, but..." His hand came up to trace the red lines across your beautiful skin, his frown deepening. "You got hurt." Billy leaned his forehead on your shoulder, whispering words of regret. "M'beautiful, perfect girl... M'so so sorry."

Your heart broke as you heard his words, your own eyes watering with all the emotion he was pouring out. Your father looked at the both of you and nodded at you before taking his leave; he knew you would catch him up later. After a few seconds, you pulled him up to stand up straight and looked him dead in the eye.

"You shouldn't have lied to me." You murmur and wipe a stray tear falling from his cheek. "But, you protected me and my family. If it wasn't for you, I probably would have died—"

"Not funny."

You roll your eyes and cup his face firmly, "The point is I love you for who you are. You've made a life here. Hell, they can't do shit or my Pa and the sheriff will get their asses."

He raised his brows at your profanity and squeezed your hip, pulling you close to him. "Who said you were allowed to use all those naughty words?"

"You." You rest your chin on his chest and flutter your eyes in joking yet flirtatious manner. "Do ya love me or not, William?"

"I love you." He peppered your face in kisses and smiled when you laughed. "But I should teach you how to use one of my guns before trouble comes 'round again."

"Fine by me." You tuck your hands into the back pockets of his jeans, pushing on your toes to press a kiss to the tip of his nose before he shakes his head at you. "No more secrets, Billy, or my father might shoot you instead of those men."

"Again, not funny, sweetheart." He buried his head in your neck. "I promise, no more secrets from you." Billy leaned back and pressed a mind searing kiss to your lips before thumbing your chin, smirking at your dazed expression. "Never."

"Never?" You look down at his lips before back up to his eyes, meeting his attentive and loving gaze.

"Never." He leaves one last kiss to your lips.

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[spideyhexx]

2 am thoughts with kit:

nsfw; fem!reader

Billy’s been sitting at the desk in your room for over an hour, rewriting some letter he’s trying to write to send to some judge but he keeps crumpling the paper, exasperated at his inability to come up with just the right words.

You try to help him do it but nothing was really working. Seeing he needed a break, you plop down to his thigh as he’s in the chair, your back to his front. Without a moment’s hesitation, his arms circle around you, his hands clasped in front of your stomach.

Your nightgown was the only thing on you since the clock was at midnight and Billy had promised he’d join you in bed a half hour ago.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, humming softly when you reach your hand to rub his head. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles, then presses his face down to your shoulder.

“Think you need a break,” you tell him, even though you told him that earlier and he didn’t listen.

Billy sighs, giving your shoulder a small kiss, squeezing you tight to him. “Just stay here for a little. I wanna get it done tonight.”

You want to argue with him that he can do it in the morning but his soft tone makes you bite back your words, opting to just settle against him.

You’re no stranger to the firmness of his thigh, especially with it right between your legs. You may have thought about that before deciding where you’d sit. And you think Billy knows that too. Because he bounces the leg that you’re sitting on. When you gasp, his arms tighten around you.

He inhales deeply, then lets the breath go, his one hand splaying on your lower stomach as he pretends to adjust you on him. But all it does is make you press more on him. He gives a kiss to your shoulder, then to your neck, his nose nuzzling to the skin there. “I know I should’ve came into bed by now,” he whispers to you, his lips still against your neck.

You pretend to shift under the guise of wanting to grind on him. “You know, huh?”

He scoffs. “Yeah. Could’ve been lovin’ on you….” he says, dropping his nose back to your shoulder and nudging you there.

“Let me?” He asks after you stay silent, his fingers reaching at the hem of your nightgown.

You nod.

It’s like clockwork the way he tugs your nightgown up and slips your underwear down. His movements make yours so smooth as he turns you in his lap, keeping you on his thigh. Billy sits up straighter, tugging your hips in an encouraging gesture so you’d move.

Your hands grip his shoulders, a breath falling from your lips as your grind yourself to his thigh, the roughness of his trousers against you is already so stimulating, it makes you press down harder.

He feels it, pressing his thigh up to you, “that it’s…fuck…thats my girl,” he mutters, his chin resting to the middle of your chest as he looks up at you.

You moan, tilting your head back, bucking your hips in a quicker motion. You know you’re messing his pants, but you have no shame in it, too focused on the pleasure coursing though you from merely rubbing up on him and his big hands guiding your hips along.

With your head tilted back and your eyes shut, you don’t get to see the look on Billy’s face. He’s watching you, mesmerized, his mouth parted like yours, his eyes a little glassy, but locked in on your face. He can’t stop watching you moan, feeling you grind his thigh like it’s his dick sends him into a spiral. It’s a complete daze, and he’s straining so hard against his zipper but he can’t focus on himself. He’s so obsessed with you. He’s so in love with you, and he’ll never get over the sight of you like this. You’re so reactive to him, every movement he makes, he hears a sound leave you and your face screw in pleasure and he’s in awe.

He wants to rip your nightgown down and get his mouth on your tits, but he can’t even do that. His gaze, enamored and full of admiration for his girl, for giving you pleasure, can’t be broken. All he can do is hold you tighter, make you move faster and press his thigh up to you, mumbling, “need you to come on me.”

Billy gets some sense knocked into him when you moan louder at his words and dig your nails to his shoulders. He leans his head up to kiss along your jaw and then back to your chin. He nips at your bottom lip as your lips part in another pretty moan, then captures your lips in a kiss with his tongue.

He feels your hips try to move faster, desperate and close, pressing down hard for as much friction as possible. You feel him groan to your lips, “fuck yeah, that’s it…I love you…want you…want you to come, okay?”

You nod, “mhm…love you too…ah…b-billy…,” your words trail off in a sharp breath, and he nods.

“I know, I know, just come for me,” he mumbles, his lips still to you.

A sharp moan leaves you as you let your orgasm take over your body, and Billy moans with you. His breath shuddering and matching the intensity of your own, you’re positive he’s finished in his pants but you don’t ask him, too caught up in your own labored breathing.

He rubs his hand to your back, giving your face little kisses until he sees you smile, and he returns it. “I think you should do the letter in the morning.”

“I think you’re right.”

[sleekervae]

POV: William "Billy" Bonny, an English journalist, takes refuge from a sudden downpour by stepping into a small, tucked-away Italian café. Inside, he’s greeted by the warmth of the place—and by the sharp-witted, captivating young woman who runs her family's struggling business...

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Billy the Kid set (insta feed) || Tom Blyth x actress!reader

Summary: this is literally just a bunch of insta posts of you and Tom on set of Billy the kid also mixed with abit of Dad!Tom cause I couldn’t resist myself <33 THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE

Warnings: fem!reader noneee

Wc: 743

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y/n_y/l/n

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Got dragged in to this 😐 fishing is not my forte.

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tomblyth: darling, you loved it.

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: did I though?

danielwebber: specifically loved the part where you tripped and landed on your ass in the water, very entertaining 👏👏

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: maybe if you guys had told me that we would be going fishing, I would’ve worn more appropriate foot attire 😃

alexmroe: a day I will never forget!

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: please do.

user24: I love this cast smmm

user947: who else is here from tbosas after finding out that these two are each other’s love interest once again 🙋‍♀️

↘️ user109: yup.

↘️ user13: MEEEE 🙋‍♀️

↘️ user005: I couldn’t get enough of them in tbosas so here I am 😂

user464: I love it when y/n posts bts content, she knows what we want.

user87: y/n feeding us more Tom content 🫡

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y/n_y/l/n

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My fav look <33 (fun fact: the dress was hand painted 🥹)

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tomblyth: my gorgeous gorgeous girl 😍

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: 🥰

user86: AHHHHHH HIS COMMENT

user150: ‘my gorgeous gorgeous girl’ he’s actually talking abt me hehehehe

user328: Dulcinea was serving looks the entire season, and that’s on periodt.

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: 🤭 couldn’t agree more

↘️ user328: YOU RESPONDED AHHHH ILY

↘️ user25: FACTS

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tomblyth

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Past couple of weeks 🎬

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user672: oh to be y/n y/l/n 😫

siobhan: will miss u all!!!

↘️ tomblyth: it was nice knowing ya Mrs Riley 🤠

↘️ siobhan: wish I hadn’t gotten shot in the head by my dbag husband (all your fault @shaunmbenson)

user19: the last picture awhhhh @y/n_y/l/n

↘️ tomblyth: she’s actually a horse whisperer

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: I am 🤫

↘️ user19: NO WAY YOU BOTH REPLIED OMFG

user465: Billy the Kid makes me weak in the knees oml

user348: omw to rewatch BTK for the millionth time 🏃‍♀️

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tomblyth

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Elsie when I first started filming s1 of BTK in 2021 and Elsie now during s2 🥹 Happy birthday my love <3 love you with all my heart!

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y/n_y/l/n: time flies 😭

↘️ tomblyth: our little girl isn’t so little anymore!

billythekidmgm: happy birthday Elsie! we LOVE seeing your happy face at set 💞

danielwebber: i remember holding her for the first time as a baby like it was yesterday 🥹

rachelzegler: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELS! I need to see you soon sweetheart 😭

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: she misses u and josh like crazy!!

user287: STOP MY HEART CANT WITH THIS

user932: Elsie is so freakin cute!!

user02: imagine being able to say Tom Blyth and Y/n Y/l/n are your parents…. nepo baby!

user461: the first picture of y/n and Elsie 😭 this post is too adorable!

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alexmroe

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Yeehaw 🤠

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y/n_y/l/n: i took the fifth pic 🙋‍♀️🤭

↘️ alexmroe: yes, yes, fifth pic creds goes to u

y/n_y/l/n: oml my tan in the last pic……

tomblyth: we’re so cute @y/n_y/l/n

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: we are aren’t we 🤭

↘️ user287: DAMN RIGHT. THE CUTEST COUPLE

↘️ user109: u guys r literally so wholesome i cant w it

user88: AWEEEE the last pic!!!

user163: excuse me- the third pic- DAMN TOM IS FINE

user847: I love seeing Tom in a cowboy hat 🫶

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: same.

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y/n_y/l/n

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life recently. Alberta, ily!

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ashleyjliao: 😍😍

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: Miss u bb x

joshandresrivera: 3rd pic 🤣

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: yk how he is with the cold 🥶

↘️ tomblyth: oh hush, I was being reasonable unlike you who was wearing a tank and shorts.

user63: Tom and Elsie 😭

user912: Y/n wearing Tom’s hat in the first pic 🤭

↘️ tomblyth: she steals it all the time

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: SHHHH

user108: why do I sometimes forget that Tom has a literal 4 year old daughter

user143: yessss keep feeding us Tom x Elsie content!!!!

user622: she’s hot, she has an even hotter boyf, a cute daughter, she’s rich, popular, an AMAZING actress, she’s literally winning at life 😫

user150: lol I wondered why their chemistry was so good in tbosas and btk. ITS CAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER IRL.