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loriannbowman · 2 months

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The Day Before We Parted Ways | Tragedy Boothill Smut Fic

Notices: I can't find Boothill's given name, so I'm calling him Colt. It's said his name, in some language, translates to "Loaded Gun." Boothill POV

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Warnings: Tragedy, Sex, Strong Language, Fem!Reader, Biting, Death, Vaginal Sex, Consensual Sex, Fingering, Oral (Fem Receiving)

Minors DNI

I don't know if you wanna read this but @postmoe I love you bb

Get ready Ladies, Lads and Lassoes, prepare of one hell of a ride.

SAVE A HORSE-- *gets punched in the throat*

He knew he was in love the moment he laid his eyes upon her. Hair that blew in the wind as she stood there, holding her dress down, standing in the middle of a wheat field. Her back was facing him. The strong, insatiable urge to walk towards her was driving his footsteps forwards.

"Uh... Miss?"

She turned around, showing Colt her beautiful face. A cute nose, soft lips, bright eyes, pretty lashes. The way her hair framed her face. He could almost feel his heart stop in his chest.

"Yes? Can I help you, sir?"

Oh, god, her voice. It sounds like heaven to his ears. He knew someone out there would think otherwise, but not to him. She was beautiful, perfect. All he wanted to do was sweep her off her feet and carry her away. Colt was tongue tied. He couldn't figure out what words were at this moment.

"Sir?" she called again.

Snapping himself out of his stare, how rude of him, he clears his throat before speaking.

"Uh... You seemed kinda lonesome, standin' there all by yerself. Is... uh- everythin' alright?"

The woman's eyes grow large before a smile presses upon her lips.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm perfectly alright." She smiles.

"I haven't seen ya 'round here before. Ya' new here? Where ya' from?"

She lets out a soft chuckle.

Damn... her voice was so soft..

Colt could feel the palms of his hands and the back of his neck sweating from nerves... No... it was definitely just the noon day sunlight. He's perfectly fine.

"Yes, I'm new here. My family just came from the north east a few days ago. I just wanted to look around here. I assume you're a resident of this town?"

Colt puffs his chest, chin up.

"That's right, miss! Name's Colt. I've lived here fer all of my life, as far as I know..." he whispers the last part.

Another beautiful, heart stopping giggle escapes her lips, and a faint blush builds up on his face. He can't help but place his hand upon his heart.

"May I have yer name, miss?"

"Of course. My name's (Y/n)."

"Well, that's a beautiful name for a beautiful lady," Colt says, winking.

Colt tries his best to appear as strong and handsome as any woman would want.

The young woman shows a bashful expression, covering her face behind her hand.

"You're very kind sir, and not so bad lookin' yourself."

Colt really thinks he might have died and gone to heaven right on the spot. She was flirting back with him.

"W-Well, uh, fuck... I, uh... really like the compliment. Ahem, w-where do ya live? I'd like to get to know my neighbors."

Colt could feel his face become entirely red. The best he could do was cover his face with his hair and hat.

A smirking smile crosses (Y/n)'s lips. She snatches up Colt's hand in her's.

"Come on, cowboy, it's this way~"

***

Seasons seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Colt had already spent two years of his life with (Y/n) and one year with his baby girl, Laura.

Colt and (Y/n) were out walking when they found the poor babe abandoned in an old, rotting shack. They both agreed to adopt and take care of the sweet little thing together.

Within that year of Laura's adoption, Colt finally proposed to (Y/n), who luckily for him, said yes. The wedding was a beautiful thing, baby Laura was the flower girl, being held by her grandpa Graey, dressed in the cutest dress by her grandpa Nick. Once the vows were said, Colt couldn't hold back from a passionate kiss.

"I love you, so fuckin' much, baby~"

(Y/n) rests her head upon Colt's chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.

"I love you too."

***

“Laura’s such a big girl. She’s already starting to walk,” (Y/n) sighs, leaning her head into Colt’s shoulder, wedding dress hiked up around her thighs.

"I know..." Colt says with a blush, running his fingers down the skin of his newly wedded wife's legs, feeling the soft skin against his. "I wonder how quickly she'll learn that little guitar I made her too."

"If it works," (Y/n) teases.

"Hey!"

A melodious laugh rings through the house as she snuggles deeper into her husband's warm body. She strokes her fingers down his exposed chest. The first thing Colt did when he brought her inside and laid her down was unbutton his annoying dress shirt.

"You know I love you," (Y/n) says with soft smile.

A blush overcomes Colt's face.

"Yeah... I do."

"Do you love me?"

"So fuckin' much."

"Then you should kiss me."

Colt looks at his wife with a smirk growing on his pale lips. He grabs her hand and kisses the back of it.

"With pleasure, my lady~"

He kiss her knuckles, then the back of her hand, then her wrist, and continues upwards until he reaches her collar bone. His tongue then gently laps at (Y/n)'s slightly sweaty skin, tasting her scent before biting down. It wasn't hard enough to hurt too badly, but strong enough to leave a mark that claimed this woman was his wife, his lover. He needed no one else but her, and Laura of course.

A soft whimper escapes his wife's throat, managing to cause a shock of excitement to shoot through his whole body, quickly targeting his loins.

Colt wraps his arms his wife, forcing her to come even closer to his body. He kisses deeper into her neck, causing bruises to form. Another soft moan escapes her lips before she forces her hands between the two of them.

"Colt..." she whispers out, "What about Laura?" We haven't put her to bed yet."

Colt lets his head lull forwards, cocking his head to the side and looking up at his wife through fluffy hair.

"Yer right, babe. I'll be quick as lightnin'."

Colt gives another kiss upon (Y/n)'s cheek before getting up. There, on the other set of cushioned chairs, their daughter rests, head lulled back, mouth open, drooling and snoring. Colt and (Y/n) can't help but chuckle and the former picks up the baby.

"I'll meet you in our room," (Y/n) says, also getting up and moving through the house like a ghost, all dressed in white with reddened lips.

Colt's heart can't help but beat faster in his chest as he holds Laura in his arms, the soft sound of her snoring the only thing overpowering his his own heart. He strokes her hair with his calloused fingers, feeling the fluff as silky as a cat's fur.

Opening Laura's room, Colt carries her over to her bed, tucking her in. He takes off her small, white shoes, and undoes her pink flower dress. Finally he pulls the blanket over her tiny body before pressing a kiss upon her forehead.

"Goodnight, sugar. Papa loves you so very much."

As silently as he can, Colt tiptoes out of the room and closes her door.

With a soft sigh, Colt makes his way down the hall to his now shared bedroom. Coming into the doorway, he see (Y/n) laying across the bed, hair spread around her, her dress already long gone.

"I've been waiting, cowboy~" she coos.

A flush washes over Colt's face. This was the first time since he met (Y/n) that he's blushed this hard. He coughs lightly to clear his throat.

"Pardon me, Ma'am, I didn't mean to keep a lady waitin'."

Colt steps through the door, closing it behind them while unfastening the last of his buttons. He carelessly tosses aside his shirt. His hands quickly dart to his belt, unbuckling it with a loud clinking sound. Unzip and unbutton before he lets his trousers fall to the ground. Nothing left but his knickers. Another wave of embarrassment washes over his body, causing not just his face, but his ears and shoulders to redden.

Gazing up, his eyes meet (Y/n)'s. Her eyes seem to sparkle in the dark light. She raises a seductive hand and beckons Colt over towards her. With faux confident strides, he approaches the woman who captured his heart.

"Now, where did I leave off," he mutters into her ears.

He nibbles at the lobe of her ear, causing a giggle to fill the room. Colt lowers his biting towards the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.

"God, I love you."

"I love you too, Colt," she moans out, hands wrapping around her husband's neck once again.

One of her hands travels down the Colt's front, tracing over every muscle and every scar that litters his body.

"I married a good one," she says softly, a gentle smile on her lips.

"I can say the same thing sweetheart. Now, let me take care of you."

Colt pushes (Y/n) down onto the bed, entrapping her with his arms. Colt's hair falls around his face, causing a shadow to encapsule both of them together.

Colt presses his palms on the sides of (Y/n)'s hips, spreading warmth against her skin. He rubs them up and down gently, trying his best to get his wife as comfortable as he can. His message grows larger with every pulse, falling lower and lower every time while returning back straight to her hips.

(Y/n) lets out a soft sigh, feeling at ease with her husband's touch. She coos, trying to entice her husband to do more.

Finally, when his hands reach down far enough, down towards her ankles, Colt moves up her nightdress, lifting it in one quick motion over her body, leaving her completely baren to him. His face has never been so red and his eyes has never seen anything so beautiful.

"N-Now, babe... Just so ya know... This is my first time... S-So I don't really know what I'm doin'... Do tell me if I ever hurt you... 'kay?"

(Y/n) lets out a soft hum, a sweet smile on her face.

"Don't worry, this isn't just your first, it's our first."

Colt can't help but sweat slightly, more nervous than ever. This was his first. This was her first. This was their first... He had to do this right.

Colt, with a new found determination and motivation, regrabs her hips. This time, however, brings her closer to his body. Colt sits on his knees while (Y/n) lays on her back, her privets pressed firmly against his pelvis.

Colt places his palm against the flat of her chest before caressing his fingers down until he reaches her clit. He strokes it gently, causing a soft jolt to be sent through (Y/n)'s body. She gasps at the reaction that pulses through her.

"Y'all right?"

(Y/n) moans.

"More..."

Colt gasps a breath. Biting his lip, he touches his wife's bud once again, tickling the nerves inside. Another great moan escapes his wife's lips. These sounds only cause Colt to become excited. He feels himself growing aroused, anxious for what's to come.

The cowboy takes his other hand and drags it down, skipping past (Y/n)'s clit and instead, teasing the entrance of her vulva. His fingers trace around the lips like fingering around the rim of a cup. Colt's insides feel like their buzzing, the anxiety building up higher as his nerves grow.

Carefully, he pokes one finger inside, feeling the hot, velvety insides of his wife's pussy. His finger was instantly coated in a thin, clear liquid.

"A-Ah~!" she gasps.

He could feel fire building within both of them.

Colt ever so carefully, begins to pump his finger, grinding the pad against the wall, feeling the hot flesh squish underneath it. He can't help but gasp, quickly becoming addicted to the sensation.

Colt leans over, leaving his hands inside her and against her clit, and presses his chest against his wife's. His gently rubs the tip of his nose over his wife's in a sense of intimacy. Colt leans into a kiss, feeling the steaming saliva mix with his. He groans, feeling his member press against the plush of (Y/n)'s bottom. They're hot breath seem to become one as they press further into one another.

"I love you," Colt says through a mouth full of his lover's tongue.

His teeth lightly graze against the bumps of (Y/n)'s tongue, attempting to drink up her entirety.

(Y/n) can only moan out in a responds, feeling Colt add two more fingers into her, not giving her a chance to breathe.

Colt's fingers steadily grow faster, pressing deep into all the spongy innards. His fingers flex, spread and release in rapid succession that all his wife could do was wrap her arms around his back and dig into his muscle.

In Out In Out In Out In Out In Out In Out In Out faster and faster and faster.

His other hand presses harder into her clit, rubbing circles round and round, feeling the slick escaping (Y/n)'s pussy contaminating his other hand. The heated liquid only adding to his finger's rapid and messy movements.

"A-Ah~ AHHH~!" her voice was pitchy and broken.

(Y/n)'s legs cling around Colt's strong waist. She was feeling a heat that was so unfamiliar to her. Tears begin to spring form her eyes as she can do nothing but cry out her pleasure.

"C-COLT!" she cries out.

Colt presses his chest against hers, feeling her try to arch her back as her legs extent into a point, toes spreading. Her body quivers under his, hot, sticky sweat binding them together like melted wax. Colt can feel her breath against his ear, her chest rising and falling against his.

"C-Colt... Ahh~"

His fingers continued to pump in and out of her, but slower now, helping her through her orgasm. The sticky feeling against his fingers was slightly thicker now. His hot breath escapes his lips as he sits up once again, looking at the mess his darling wife made. He can't help but smile, mouth open as he tries to calm himself.

His fingers, barely left inside (Y/n)'s pussy, are now soaked in a creamy white substance, slightly tacky as he plays with it with his thumb.

"That's my good girl."

Something enters Colt's mind.

I wanna taste it.

Letting into those thoughts, he brings the cream to his tongue, having a first taste of what he might consider ambrosia. His eyes blow out wide at the taste. It's a mixture of her natural musk, a salty taste, and what he can only assume, is the natural taste of her slick filled cunt.

The buzzing sensation inside him only grows stronger, thoughts of her taste clouding his mind.

In a strike of lightning, his hands grasp the sides of her hips one against and drags her further up his chest, getting her dripping cunny closer to his face. He takes no hesitation into dragging his tongue along her plush vulva, the reddened lips covered in a rich slick.

Colt's eyes roll into the back of his head. Her scent and taste was overpowering all of his senses. His muscle tongued deeper into her her pussy. He licks and licks and licks and licks and licks and-

"A-Ah! C-Colt! P-PleASE!" (Y/n) cries out.

However, Colt can't hear her, not right now, when he's completely lost within her.

One of his hand goes back to her clit, beginning to reproduce those sweet sounds that little buttons makes.

Colt's mind is spinning so fast he might just pass out.

Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick

He puckers his lips, trying his best to slurp up her body. He nibbles on her vulva, drinking the slick, licking her walls. It was all so much. His hand that clings onto her hip digs deep into her flesh, probably hard enough to leave a bruise.

Colt lets out a groan that reverberates into her folds, his adam's apple bobbing against the seam of her neathers. Her bottom inwardly puckers, clinging around his face, nearly cutting off Colt's airway. Not that he currently cares about that.

The heat of his breath fans over (Y/n)'s lips, causing more heat, more moisture, more sex.

"Fuuuuuck," Colt curses into her body, only causing more vibrations, vibrations shooting up her pelvis and deep into her core.

"AGH-!" she chokes as she tries her best to keep her heart from exploding. "C-Olt! MmhH! M-MORE PLEASE!" she begs.

(Y/n)'s hot hands jump onto Colt's hair, gripping it tightly by the roots, trying to find anything to hold her here, in the conscious world.

Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick Lick

(Y/n) twists her ankles around themselves, making a tight link around Colt's head.

Colt's cock grows harder and warmer with every squeal from her throat, precum drenching his underwear, leaving dark stains dripping down the entirety of the thin fabric.

The pressure keeps pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and pushing and-

"AGH! AHHH~! AhhHHH~!"

(Y/n) squeezes the tightest she can against Colt's head, who can only respond with a grumble and moan as more of her cum drips into in longing mouth, coating his tongue in the thick essence.

(Y/n)'s body collapses, going completely relaxed. She's panting heavily, sweat stinking up her whole body. Colt's head rolls back, eyes looking even further back as he tries to catch his breath. His tongue has a mind of its own and continues to lick his lips, trying to taste every last drop.

Colt's eyes refocus themselves, staring up at the ceiling with heavy pants escaping his slick covered mouth. He then rolls his head forward, standing on his knees, looking down at her vulnerable body. Her hand gently placed against her heavily beating heart.

"Oh, babe... You... taste fuckin' good. But, I ain't done yet. I still need," he says between pants, "your body filled with my baby."

Colt collapses forwards, back into the starting position they were originally in. His arms around her head, the only thing supporting him from crushing her under his muscular weight. His drool drips down his chin as he breathes like a hungry deprived animal. In a split second, he lunges forwards, biting down on her already bruised neck, sucking and drinking up her sweat and scent and sex.

God, she tastes good.

Colt's erection couldn't possibly grow anymore painful. He lets her neck go before gritting his teeth, fishing his cock out from his underwear. It's soaked in its own precum, its almost as slippery as his wife's sweet cunt.

He looks one last time into (Y/n)'s dizzy eyes, sending a silent message, a silent question.

She nods.

An open mouth grin grows on his face as he aligns the tip of his cock against the entrance of her body. His face flinches, and his eyes dart to (Y/n)'s face. Her face is scrunched, trying to deal with the excess stimulation.

"Alright, baby... I'm goin' in three... two..."

He pushes himself all the way in.

"ONE! GAH! You're so fuckin' tight... I really did get a good woman, the best in the entire world," he grunts out, idly humping into her.

(Y/n) has a hand over her mouth, trying her best to suppress the screams she wishes to cry out. It hurt so much, but felt so so good.

"MMMhh... I'mma..." he pants, "start movin' now. 'Kay, babe?"

Through teary eyes, (Y/n) once again nods her head, wrapping her arms around her lover. Her nails dig into his flesh even deeper this time, probably going to leave shallow scars.

"Alright... Here we go..."

Colt slowly draw his member out until the very tip is left inside before slowly pushing back inside. He starts to repeat this motion over and over. His breathing becomes laboured slightly, but he doesn't care. His hips start to move faster without his thought or input. Faster and faster and faster.