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slutforsnow · 10 months ago
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i have a request! billy the kid x fem!reader who’s a spoiled brat ?
Spoiled Rotten
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A/N: spoiled lil brat you say? 👀 mhmhmnm I see yes🤲🏼
CW/TW: dirty talk, suggestive/smutty, bratty readyer
"Ugh, I mean honestly, if you're goin' to run an inn, you should at least be tidy about it!" You huffed, bringing your petticoat and skirt up a tad to look at the floor. It wasn't that dirty, but it wasn't nearly as clean as the other inns you'd been to before.
"Honey, you know we don't have the funds to get us to a nicer inn. We spent everythin' on our weddin'," He reminded, getting a little irritated with your attitude. You had been driving him nuts with your whining and complaining, but he was mildly enjoying seeing you have to rough and tough it out.
Beneath all those whines and complaining, you were actually a really loving person but... there was a catch. You were raised wealthy, way wealthier than Billy had any hopes of being when he was a kid, and were never taught to appreciate what was around you.
"I know but this one's all dirty!"
"It's spotless compared to what I'mma make you look like if you keep attitude up," He remarked, setting his hat on the table with a slight smirk. Seeing your surprised expression, he snickered to himself as he took off his gunbelt and set it beside the bed.
"You won't," you sassed back, crossing your arms.
Silence followed your comment, but soon you felt Billy's rough and calloused hand wrap itself around your neck. He squeezed, not enough to cut off your flow of oxygen, but enough that you'd feel it and hush up real quick.
"If you ain't stripped and on that bed with your ass in the air waitin' for your punishment by the time I get back from the toilet, you're gonna get punished worse, ya hear?" He didn't wait for a response before he went to the bathroom.
You, instead of following Billy's instructions like you normally would, simply sat on the bed, still fully dressed.
When Billy returned from the bathroom, he shook his head, seeing you still dressed.
"Darlin', you're such a brat, ya know that?" He murmured, continuing to strip himself as you silently eye-fucked him.
"I do know that, but I also know you love punishin' me," you replied, smirking as Billy grinned in response.
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julietsbody · 11 months ago
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innocence — modern ! coriolanus snow + reader : your friends ask you to get some drugs from the local dealer, but you never expect he would take a liking to you.
tags : 18+!!! MDNI!!! drug dealing ! coryo, drugs, praise kink, overprotective behavior, possessive behavior, porn with feelings, p in v sex, fingering, special treatment
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coriolanus snow hated parties, they were loud, and the people were insufferable— but he needed the money from the things he sold. cocaine, weed, even some ecstasy. whatever the people wanted, whatever helped support his grandmother and cousin. they weren’t living in the most luxury like all the other people who held parties in these neighborhoods, so that’s why coriolanus attended them, they always paid the most.
he typically got douchebags or stuck - up pretty girls, they both always paid him in crumpled up ones that he took forever to straighten out and count— what a bunch of assholes.
what he never expected, though, was you, coming up to the man dressed in a korn shirt and baggy jeans with a bow in your hair as well as wearing a pretty dress. your doe eyes peered up at him when you tapped his shoulder, he turned, eyes slotting down to meet yours, “hey.”
“hi,” you hesitate, cute, “i.. do you sell drugs?”
he clears his throat, “sorry?”
“do you—“
“probably shouldn’t repeat yourself, doll,” he tips his head up, “i do, are you buying?“
“just for my friends, yeah,” you smile shyly at him, and he returns it.
you’re so innocent, had you ever done any drugs before? definitely not the ones he sells, maybe the weed, but cocaine or ecstasy? no, no way. if it were for you, he wouldn’t be selling you it anyway. coriolanus had a certain soft spot, if you will, for the innocent girls that wander up to him at parties with their batting eyelashes and naturally pouted lips.
“alright, let’s go upstairs,” he tips his head to the stairs, chuckling when you move to give a thumbs up to your friends before following after him, “why do they make you ask for them?”
he suddenly moves back to grab your wrist when the halls find themselves crowded, not wanting to lose you in the sea of people, nor you lose him. you were a client, a customer, and he always treats his customer this way.
loud incorrect buzzer.
he doesn’t!
coriolanus never dares to allow himself to sweeten up around his customers, or anyone, but something about your shy, deer like attitude— it had a wolf wanting to protect.
“they say they’re too nervous to do it themselves,” you finally answer when he leads you into the nearest empty room, closing the door behind you.
he finally lets go of your wrist, “that so? what are they askin’ for?”
“cocaine,” you swallow.
“then they’re not nervous,” he chuckles, having to deal with his fair share of cocaine users, none of them are nervous to approach him, “why do you let them push you around?”
he moves to sit on the bed, chopping up the cocaine from his pocket on the nightstand next to him. he typically doesn’t like when his customers stand over him, because he never knows what they will do, and he likes to be in control at all times— but you’re harmless, aren’t you? just a little deer.
you exhale a nervous laugh, “they’re not pushing me around, they’re just asking me for favors.”
he hums, eyes peering up at you as his hands absentmindedly work on the pearl powder, it was muscle memory for him at this point. “you promise you’re not doing this shit, too?”
“i promise,” your lips tip up to a curt smile, “it’s really.. scary, honestly.”
he exhales, eyes trailing over the curves of your face before they meet the nightstand again, swiping the powdered sugar like substance into a little baggie. you watch him, almost admiring, “yeah. it is really scary, dangerous, too— don’t want you doin’ this shit too.”
a warm feeling courses through your veins, you hardly realize he’s holding the baggies out for you until he clears his throat, you blink a few times, quickly trying to grasp the money you had— it wasn’t given to you by your friends to spend for them, it was just your own money. how cruel.
“it’s on the house,” he quickly says, almost unaware of what he was saying himself until it finally passes his lips.
you bat your lashes at him, “what—“
“free, doll, just take it,” he allows himself a faint smile.
you hesitantly reach to take the baggies, “are you sure…?”
he nods, “‘m positive.”
“thank you, snow,” his eyebrows furrow at how sweet his name sounds on your tongue, like nectar delivered by the kindest dove from the gods.
you turn to leave, but he quickly stands, “hey—“ he pauses, eyes sweeping over your figure as he tries to figure out what to say, you probably go to millions of parties with your asshole friends, possibly with other dealers.. “some other dealers are gonna try to rip you off, make you pay a lot for a little bit— so just, come to me and i’ll treat you good as long as you’re staying out of trouble, princess.”
“okay, i will,” you nod quickly.
“good girl.”
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you don’t see coriolanus for a while after that night, it has been no more than a few days, less than a week but the idea of you is rotting in his brain and eating him whole from the inside out. at every party he went to, every girl with a bow in their hair (he despises that it’s the latest trend) or wearing a baby pink dress reminds him of you. with their fluttering lashes and soft smiles, god, he hates that he sees you in every one of them. he hates that you have completely plagued his entire conscience, but yet he never complains about it, not once.
sometimes, sejanus, one of the other known dealers, though he more so considers himself a look - out when coriolanus is selling, or a promoter for coriolanus’ business— he notices how coriolanus’ eyes linger more than usual on the women at parties, it almost makes him laugh, or tease coriolanus.
isn’t he supposed to be intimidating? not a man easily falling for women.
a lover boy, that’s what he seemed like now.
sejanus swishes around his drink in his cup, eyes falling to coriolanus, “what’s up with you?”
coriolanus blinks once, twice, “what are you talking about?”
“you haven’t blinked in like an hour,” sejanus liked to overexaggerate, “are you okay?”
“of course i am,” he scoffs, “‘m gonna find arachne.”
arachne, sejanus’ best friend, albeit she talks so much shit about him behind his back. sejanus is sweet, passive, and arachne is the complete opposite. some would call arachne a maneater, coriolanus thinks of her as a conceited bitch who needs to be put on a leash. she had a tendency to run off whenever she went to parties with coriolanus and sejanus, so coriolanus always had to run after her to try and find her.
sejanus nods, offering a small i’ll look too.
coriolanus allows sejanus to walk the opposite way as he turns the corner, eyes scanning each room for a brunette with a bold red lip. he doesn’t find her anywhere, god, she better not be having sex in one of the rooms upstairs like how she was last time. coriolanus likes to think opening that door to that sight was something out of a horror movie.
he does find a different brunette, though, with more golden tones and curlier hair.
festus creed, of fucking course creed is here. he was another one of the other well known dealers in the area. he wasn’t that well with his sells, mostly because he acts like he’s above everyone else in the worst way possible, and even allows people to pay with sex.
coriolanus heard his sex is never good.
funny, isn’t it? how someone with a small dick and hardly any skills on pleasing women would offer sex as payment.
coriolanus, at least, thinks it’s hilarious.
what he doesn’t think is hilarious, though, is that festus is talking to someone coriolanus is far too familiar with. glittery eye makeup, a lacy bow in their hair, baby pink dress.. it’s you.
coriolanus’ mouth runs dry when you spot him in the corner of your eye, your lips twisting into a sugar - coated grin as soon as your eyes widen, “snow!”
you immediately move to give him a hug, festus’ searing gaze following your every movement in the creepiest way possible— god, coriolanus hates him. his fingers lace around your waist, tugging you close, “hey, princess.”
“princess?” festus snickers.
coriolanus tries to ignore him, but he finds it near impossible with the words that leave your lips next, “this is festus, my friend, do you know him?”
coriolanus scoffs, does he know him, what a joke, “i know of him.”
festus finds himself chuckling bitterly, “is that right, pretty boy?”
coriolanus takes a step, and you feel a certain mold of metal against your waist when he does, a gun, his cold lips part, “sure is.”
your eyes roam over his features, the curves of his skin when his brows collide, the way his eyes darken with malice, the grit of his sharp teeth, the flush of his jaw against his flesh as he moves it. his muscles flex underneath his baggy band t - shirt, veins pulsing. he was angry.
festus’ lips part, but you speak before him, “snow?”
his head nods in your direction, but he doesn’t say anything.
“answer your girl, snow,” festus taunts.
“go upstairs,” he mumbles, it’s to you.
so you do.
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coriolanus sighs when he closes the door behind him, coming in mere minutes later. you had been sitting on the bed in the vacant room, fingers playing together, eyes glossed over in fear and pricking with tears. coriolanus wasn’t the only one who carried, but you didn’t hear any shots, fortunately.
“kid’s such a fuckin’ asshole,” he mumbles, cracking his bruising knuckles, “he’s not sellin’ you shit, is he?”
“sometimes—“
“don’t buy from him anymore,” coriolanus pauses, swallowing, “he laces his shit sometimes.”
it was true, festus was messy with his work, he didn’t lace the products himself but the people that distributed them to him would, he was just too lazy to even notice.
“i’m sorry,” it comes out hushed, a mere whisper, but coriolanus’ ears pick up on it easily.
his tone is softer now, “why?”
“i didn’t know—“
“then don’t apologize,” his head tips to the side, sniffling the bubbling blood in his nose, he inhales, pupils wide as they roam your features. a glass tear raced down your pliant cheek, and he immediately moved to carefully wipe it away, “don’t cry, doll.”
you don’t say anything, merely melt into his touch. coriolanus isn’t good with affection, he’s hardly had any girlfriend before and if he has, they don’t last long due to his struggles with showing kindness. so it’s obvious the next word that leaves his mouth isn’t one born from honeysuckle, “cocaine?”
your lips move nervously, bottom lip tugging under your teeth as your mascara covered lashes move to his frost - bitten eyes, “do you have.. ecstasy?”
his lips drop to a frown, “why?”
your lips tremble when they part, cheeks heating under his touch, “my friends want to try it.”
“no,” he swallows, jaw ticking, “i’m not selling you that shit.”
“what? why not?”
“that shit is too dangerous,” he chuckles, albeit it’s bitterness, “i don’t want you around that, it’s trouble.”
“i’ve been good,” you reassure, hips swaying when you scoot closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him.
“have you, now?” his thumb is gently rubbing against your skin.
“i have, i promise,” you offer, feeling his fingers move so his thumb is now moving against your bottom lip, dipping into your mouth ever so slightly.
you smile around it and his pupils dilate even more, are his eyes blue anymore or merely just sole pupil? “naughty girl.”
then he stops, as if he had realized something, and pulled away. your lips curve downward to a frown, desperate to have his touch again, “snow?”
“don’t,” his molars collide, “i’ll hurt you.”
“that’s okay—“
“—i’m bad news—“
“—i don’t think that—“
“—i’m dangerous, doll.”
you hesitate, inhaling sharply, “but you won’t hurt me.”
he doesn’t say anything for a minute, “so, you want cocaine?”
you give him a careful nod, and he smiles. again, he’s being sweet.
“you know how to chop up cocaine?”
you allow yourself a giggle, “you know i don’t.”
“i’ll show you.”
and he does, his hand is gentle as it guides yours, fingers curling against the curve of your own as he crushes up the cocaine, guiding you to chop it up with the card he gave you. you’re warm underneath his cold touch, his movements experienced whilst yours are new. “how many times have you done this?”
he shrugs, breath fresh against the shell of your ear, “a couple hundred, for sure.”
“i could help you, you know, with the business,” you offer, despite not even really wanting to.
“no,” his fingers are tighter against your skin, but not enough to hurt, “i don’t want you in this business, you being around me is dangerous enough.”
“you’re not dangerous, snow,” you hush out.
he moves closer, and you feel his gun brush against your ass, lips curving into a smile, “you think so?”
you shiver from the touch, it’s loaded, the safety is probably off, “i know so.”
your thighs push together, he feels it, making him chuckle, “you’re so needy, princess.”
“snow,” you breathe out, “this isn’t fair.”
“how so?” he presses a soft kiss behind your ear, “just because you aren’t getting what you want?”
“do you want it?” you pause your movements.
“of course i do, i want it as much as you,” he moves your fingers so you drop the card, guiding them to his bulge, “‘m just not spoiled.”
you frown at his works, fingers curving around his bulge, god, how big was he? “‘m not spoiled either.”
“whatever you say, princess,” he grits out.
you palm him so well, it nearly has him rutting against your hand, breathing getting heavier against your ear. his fingers move to trail down down your back, dipping underneath the hem of your skirt and tracing along the thin material of your lace panties. his jaw shifts, “such a dirty girl, wearing these panties.”
you whimper when his fingers graze along the soaked part of your panties, thick fingers brushing against your clothed clit, “please— snow.”
“please what, princess?” you mumble something in response, but it’s nearly incoherent, more of a whimper, “use your words.”
he moves to pull your panties to the side, now touching your bare clit, making your thighs tremble, “i need— fuck, i need you— inside.”
he nods, pressing kisses along the side of your neck, finding himself already pussy - drunk. it almost felt sacrificial, a sinful man dipping his fingers inside of a goddess, the way you moaned at the feeling of his finger stretching you out— it was as if he could be confessing of his sins at any minute.
to see your hips bucking against his finger, his name hushed on the tip of your delicate tongue. didn’t you know that many people wanted him dead? how many people hated him? how the police could arrest him at any second? yet you didn’t care, a lamb to the slaughter, a deer in between the jaws of a wolf.
yet you were rutting against his hand, begging for more, desiring him to push another finger in— and he did exactly that, prepping your tight cunt for his cock, “you’re so fuckin’ tight, doll, i don’t know if it’ll fit.”
“it will— it will, i know it will—,” you’re just babbling nonsense at this point, and coriolanus wanted to be gentle, he really did, but your sweet moans, your sugary whimpers, the way he so easily pushed his fingers inside of you, the way that when you curl, your moans up a few octaves. you were so sensitive, god, were you a virgin?
the thought had coriolanus pulling his fingers out, twirling you around so he can push his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself as his other hand undoes the belt holding his baggy jeans up. his eyes are crystalizing the memory of your tongue swirling against his fingers, sucking up every taste of your own cunt— have you thought of this as many times as he has?
he moves his hand to take his gun before it falls, placing it on the counter behind you, his fingers move from your mouth to help him push his jeans down, your lips part, “why do you have a gun?”
he smiles sweetly at your words, nearly chuckling, “why do you think?”
“‘m not sure, that’s why i asked,” you had a certain tinge in your voice that makes him quirk a brow.
“it’s to protect myself, princess,” he pushes his boxers down, finally freeing his cock, “now be a good girl, turn around, and bend over.”
of course you do exactly what he asks, bending over the counter so he can push your skirt up. the feeling of your innocence being stripped away right in front of you was far too good, like a cross ripped from the chain around your neck, or your holy water being unpurified. you were a cupcake with frosting on top, and coriolanus was sinking his teeth into you, rotting his sweet tooth.
his dick slaps against your heat when your legs part with desire, making you whine against nothing, “snow— please..”
“just say it, princess,” he moves to rub his red tip against your clit, making you shudder, knees buckling already.
“fuck me— f..fuck me,” you repeatedly beg.
he moves closer to press a sweet kiss on the back of your neck, bones colliding when his cock finally pushes into your cunt. you were so tight around him, squeezing him around your velvet walls. your jaw falls slack when you gasp at the feeling of him stretching you out, his lips pull tight together in a grunt, “so tight for me, princess— jesus christ..”
his breathing is labored when he pulls his hips back and thrusts in, he goes slow at first, treating you like you were a fragile statue made from porcelain, but then you’re begging him to go faster, to go harder. your fingers graze along the gun placed on the counter, right next to the cocaine. his tongue swipes along the roof of his mouth before he speaks, “are you sure, doll? i don’t— fuck— want to hurt you.”
“h-hurt me, it’s okay,” you mumble out, and he truly does hesitate for a second, then his thrusts are suddenly faster, bumping you into the counter with the sheer snap of his hips. your cries sound like noises formed from a blessed harp, passed down by the gods for him to listen to, each moan getting louder and louder until his ears are ringing, until the music sounds hushed compared to your screams.
it’s so obscene, all of the things that he finds himself spitting out as he harshly bucks into you. so cute, jus’ wanna ruin you, takin’ my cock so well, that feel good princess? he can’t help the way his hands snake up to your hair, tugging at the pretty bow wrapped around it, earning a frosted moan from your glossed lips.
it’s not long until you’re cuming on his cock, with him pulling out to twirl you around and push you to your knees, allowing you to jerk him off until thick white stripes are decorating your face. the white glitter, the sweet scent of your lip - gloss, now accompanied by his cum.
how cute.
“so fuckin’ pretty,” he mumbles as he tucks his dick back in his boxers, pulling his jeans back up when your painted nails move to wipe away the cum on your face, lapping it up with your pretty tongue.
you giggle sweetly, “do you do this with all your customers?”
he shakes his head, “no, doll, you’re special, you know that.”
and it’s true, you really were special.
you were a dangerous man’s doll.
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tomblythismyhusband · 7 months ago
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OHHHHHH MY GOD. MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN. the blood on his face in the last pic…. 🫣🫣
you have no idea how excited i am
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bluemerakis · 2 months ago
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Imagine . . .
❝ Lover Boy Butcher ❞
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This is my yapping ass session about what I think Butcher could be like when he’s smitten over you ~
Warnings: mentions of naughty bedroom stuff is all
All likes & reblogs deeply appreciated! Enjoy it my Butcher Babies ᡣ𐭩
Everybody loves talking about mean Butcher, and yeah, well that man is a grade A dick, let’s take a moment to imagine that once he’s actually quite fond of you: he’ll take the time to do the little things that he knows makes your day a little brighter — making you that extra hot cup of coffee/tea in the mornings when the sun’s still rising and the crisp air around your lips thaw with each breath; randomly throwing in a one-line reference of a book or movie you can’t stop talking about (and that you didn’t think he paid attention to) whenever the two of you banter; turning up the radio when a song he knows you love comes on—hell, sometimes he’d catch himself thinking of a snippet of the song you can’t stop randomly erupting into sing over whenever you’re mindlessly tending to chores. You’re all he wants to get back to when he’s out on a job, and definitely the last thing he wants to leave behind when it’s time to go.
When that man loves you, he LOVES you—against his hard-ass will and everything, and he’s still going to be comfortable enough to call you a wanker whenever you’re being a bit of a prude, but it’s never not followed by some form of Billy affection to soften the blow. . . even when you’ve one-upped him with some ball-bruising insult. If you fight—which can be often due to his impulsive brutish nature—he might storm off, or turn to short-lived alcoholism, but he’s always back in your shared bed come nightfall, taking you into his arms, even when you’re not ready to talk to his dumb face. It’s all right, though because depending on how mad you are, he’ll start caressing you in the places he knows you’re sensitive, and if he’s daring enough, he might go in to plant a kiss or two on whichever part of you is most accessible. He might even throw in a crappy, vulgar joke just to elicit some form of acknowledgement from you.
Let me not even get started on how he’ll act in the bedroom—jokes I’m going to tell you anyways: it’s rough—he’s a rough man, he’s unapologetically mean and abrupt in getting to the point, but he’ll slow things down for you. He’s not so much in the rush when it comes to you—why wouldn’t he want to delay every moment spent inside of you, on top of you, in and out, up and about every inch of your body? Come on, what a fucking zone of euphoria to get lost in! Consider him a goddamn hobbyist explorer when it comes to folding you over below him, or hoisting you onto his hard on, or pressing down on the small of your back until you’re wedged between the pillow he’d laid under your lower stomach and the greedy, propulsive thrusts of his hips. Oh, and he’s always going to simultaneously target that clit with a rough fondling of his fingers. This is a man that KNOWS how to pleasure a woman right, good god!
Initially, Billy was not the most educated on aftercare—he’s usually a hit it and quit it type of guy. But since being with you, he’s learning little by little on what he could be doing differently to make the post-sex experience as comfortable and as healthy as possible for you. After holding you close for a few selfish moments, he’ll get up to pour you both a glass of water and bring it to the bedside table before fetching a towel to dab yourself dry. He’ll take off the sheets while you fetch new ones, and you both work to equip the new, clean bedding. If you’re in the mood for it, he’ll draw you both a bath, or steal you away to the shower. But his favourite part? Settling back into the bed, arm hooked around you and pressing you as close to him as humanly possible—your fingers entangled as you chat about the day, about anything and everything, and of course about that one wanker Billy nearly laid to an early grave. Most of the time, it’s you doing the talking, and he’s more than content to listen on—he’s mostly just watching you exist, anyway because he still can’t believe you’re all his. All his. And god, does he love you. He’d do anything for you, kill anybody for you—lay himself down for you.
Okay I’m done now (for now). Enjoy these procrastination thoughts, this is what my brain juice went towards instead of studying because, you know, priorities!
This is not really proof read so apologies if there are any errors—but let’s be real, you just came here for a good wank (jokes?)
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bluetimeombre · 10 months ago
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[finally!! Here’s part 4, sorry it took so long to get up, I’ve been working on many other things that I want to share. Hope you like this one, the next part will be the final FINAL]
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corioswife · 11 months ago
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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.
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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
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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.
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diorchids · 10 months ago
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ALL YOUR INNOCENCE, CORIOLANUS SNOW.
cw: reader is a virg, PRAISE, taking virg, peacekeeper!snow, p in v
nsfw ahead !
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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.
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um im gonna watch tbosas again
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lqveharrington · 3 months ago
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Alley Rose | C.S.
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summary: You and Coriolanus met unexpectedly and you learn more about Coriolanus than his supposed friends do.
pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader
includes: fluff, some angst, reader’s last name is Fontaine, reader and coriolanus smoke, cursing
a/n: I FIGURED IT ALL OUT 🙏
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It was truly all unexpected. The morning after had your mind reeling at the sudden actions that led you to have nervous butterflies. And it all started with a run to the stupid corner pharmacy.
You were given the chance to spend your hard earned money for yourself for once. As always, you chose to spend what little money you had left over from paying the bills for your little brother. With no hesitation, you made quick strides for the pharmacy to buy him his favorite chocolate bar and a small toy to thank him for his patience with you and your parents.
What you didn’t know was that your unwavering kindness would change your life. Whether that change was good or bad, you were still deciding.
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It was already past 10PM when you finished your shift at Steakhouse Diner. You were so exhausted, but you pushed yourself to make quick strides over to the corner pharmacy. You kept a vigilant eye out for those in the Capitol who would stoop so low to get anything of value. You were thankful it never happened to you, but you heard that it happened to your mother and father not that long ago.
The scuffing of your old Mary Jane’s on the broken concrete echoed through the darkened streets of the Capitol, leaving the impression of an eerie fairy tale. Along with the smell of old cigarettes and sludge filled the air, it felt unpleasant to breathe in. Your arms were covered in goosebumps as the night air blew on your skin, causing you to shiver and pull your worn down cardigan tighter.
This happened once every month, but tonight felt different. It was like you knew something was going to happen. You kept yourself on alert as you entered the corner store, the orange lamp outside flickering as always.
When you entered, the familiar smell of daffodils caused you to relax as you strolled through the shortened aisles for the hazelnut chocolate and small dinosaur toy your brother loved dearly.
“It’s been too long since I’ve last seen you, Miss Fontaine.” The cashier smiled fondly at you, making you beam a smile back. It wasn’t unusual for you to be close with the people you see a lot.
“Only the same amount of time every month.” You flicker through the chocolate bars, your fingers carefully pulling out the one in the back. “How have you been, Monty?”
He massaged his calloused hands as you wandered over to the flowers. “Getting older everyday.”
You felt the soft petals of each white daffodil, leaning forward to smell the sweet scent emitting from its bud. “What did I say about talking about getting older? You’re getting wiser.”
“My mistake, Miss.” He chuckled as you come back over to pay for the two items. “Nothing for you? Not even the daffodils you keep wandering back to every month?”
“You know my family no longer has the money for silly things to take care of such as flowers.” You murmur, eyes glancing at the register to catch the total. “Monty, did you jack up your prices?”
He sighed as the cash register popped open, revealing its ones to twenties. “The Capitol demands it, Miss Fontaine. If I want to keep my business afloat, I have to keep up with the inflation the government controls.”
You nod softly but find yourself in slight distress. If the prices began to rise, you couldn’t buy both items for your brother every month any longer. In the future, he would only get one; And you never wish to rid him of such joys.
Monty put your items in a small paper bag and gave you your change, which was significantly less than before the jacked up prices. You murmured your thanks before leaving the corner pharmacy you’ve come to love.
Leaning against the rusted metal of the lamp on the corner of the street, you lit a cigarette, letting the burn fill your lungs. You ever so rarely smoked, but you let yourself take this chance to decompress.
You shut your eyes for a split second, breathing out the pain. The smell of the cigarette infiltrated your senses, causing you to scrunch your nose. Oh how you wished you could turn back time to where your parents were still wealthy enough to provide for their children and not waste all of it on the District that got destroyed in the war.
“Do you mind if I join you?” A voice spoke up from beside you, making you cough from the unexpected visitor. You quickly waved the smoke away from your face and turned to stomp on your cigarette—
“Don’t stop on my account, I’m not going to say anything.” The deep voice spoke again, pulling out his own lighter and cigarette.
You glanced over at the man who owned the deep baritone. You cleared your throat and gave him a sheepish smile before taking another drag. “Sorry.”
The flicker of his lighter and the orange lamp above the both of you kept the silence bearable until you spoke up, looking the gentleman up and down with slight curiosity. You couldn’t help but guess he was from some kind of wealth with his pressed suit and shined Oxfords.
“What brings you to this part of the Capitol? You look like you belong right next to President Ravinstill himself.” You tilt your head toward him, watching him flick his own cigarette to rid of the burned ends.
He blows out the smoke into the dark sky before meeting your eyes — his dark blue eyes contrasting the orange butt of the cigarette. “And a pretty girl like you looks like she shouldn’t be smoking to fill her lungs, but I’m not questioning it, am I?”
You shook your head as a small smile took over your face, looking down at your scuffed Mary Jane’s. “No, you are not.”
Silence took over once more, the only sound and smell you could pick up on were the drags you were taking from your cigarette. The night air soon began to pierce your skin and the cigarette was burning far too close to your fingers, causing you to sigh and face the stranger once more.
“It seems like I have to go, Mr.—?”
“Snow. Coriolanus Snow.” The blonde stepped on your cigarette for you, putting his hand out. You gladly accepted his handshake, feeling the surprisingly calloused fingers feathering over your soft ones. “And you are—?”
“Sorry, Y/N Fontaine.” You waved your hand apologetically. “Are you related to Crassus Snow by any chance?”
Coriolanus hummed at the mention, a small smile gracing his lips. “My father.”
You nodded as he took one last long drag before diminishing his own cigarette, the orange fading to black. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Coriolanus. But I believe this is our farewell.”
“At least let me walk you home. It’s already dark.” Coriolanus stuck his hands in his suit pants, his leather messenger bag swinging around his shoulder.
“I’ve been doing this for a while, Mr. Snow. I think I can handle myself.” You dust your hands off and begin your walk back home, your own tote bag clutched between your arm and body. “But thank you for the offer.”
Coriolanus rolled his eyes and stepped in sync with you. “I’m going this way anyway, let me walk you home.”
You send him an exasperated look but the smallest smile adorning your face gave a different impression. His arm swung in match with yours, his hand brushing with yours every once in a while. For a good second it was silent… Until Coriolanus decided to continue your previous conversation.
“Why did you ask about my father?”
“Uhm, I don’t really know… My father used to be friends with him, I guess.” You shrug, watching the leaves fall from the trees planted in small groups. “Something about District 13. We lost most of our possessions after the war because of that stupid District.”
Coriolanus nudged your shoulder with his. “My father put his life into that District, we’re only surviving in the Capitol off of my cousin’s work.”
You nod, listening to the clacking of your shoes and his on the cracked sidewalk. It’s funny how you two ran into each other. “Small world.”
“Indeed.” He murmured, watching your side profile a little longer. He blinked and returned back to his normal facade. “Why haven’t I seen you in the Academy before?”
You pursed your lips, keeping your eyes trained on the uneven ground. “My father pulled me out of the Capitol’s best schooling after the war ended. We didn’t have enough money to support my travels there and back.”
Coriolanus hummed in thought. “You know schooling is free?”
“I do,” You look up at him, noting the small crease in his eyebrows as he stared. “But we live so far away that walking would make more trouble for us during the winter season.”
The crickets from the trees chirped as you two continued to walk down the broken path — although you hopped on top of a cobblestone wall and stuck your arms out to balance. For some reason, you felt at ease with Coriolanus. For what reason, you didn’t know.
“Besides, my mother homeschools my brother and I.”
“You have a brother?” Coriolanus takes your hand as you carefully jump down the half wall, steadying you.
You dust off your skirt and walk beside him once more. “A younger brother. He’s only six. He grew up without the war, but without the money, his luxury was limited.”
“I suppose that’s why you’re out here a night?” He raised a brow toward you, making you nod.
“I try saving up money from my part time jobs to buy him his favorite chocolate and a small toy.” You jiggle the brown paper bag in your left hand, the small objects clanging together sent rings to your ears. “It seems to brighten his day whenever he wakes up to a small present on his bedside.”
He smiled at your small confession, “You’re a good sister, you know that?”
“Well, I try.” You smile back at him, glancing at his two dimples imprinted in his cheeks. “I’ve been going on… What about you? Tell me about your life.”
Coriolanus shakes his head, running his slender fingers through his blonde locks. “I’m not sure where to start with everything.” He fiddles with the inside of his pocket, slightly frowning when he finds a small hole in the pants. “Much like your father, my father spent all his money on District 13, hoping that it would thrive.”
A frown makes its way to your face, yet you remain silent and listen to him.
“Then — of course — the rebellion began. My father got enlisted but my mother, she…” Coriolanus cleared his throat, blinking furiously to get the tears out of his eyes. “She died during childbirth, then a few days later my little sister died.” He sucked in a breath to finish what many of the other Capitol children would call a sob story. “Then my father died to a rebel trapping in District 12.”
“Coriolanus, I—I’m so sorry.” You stop walking any further, clutching his arm softly in a reassuring gesture. “You didn’t have to tell me those things. I didn’t mean to pry—“
He brought a hand up to yours, squeezing it. “I wanted to. It’s a far trade.”
You thought he was done speaking his mind. But just as you began walking by his side again, he continued his life story once more.
“Then we had to resort to selling most of our things just to get by after the rebellion. Tigris didn’t attend University so she could work to provide for me and Grandma’am .” His voice was quiet and somewhat vulnerable, which was much different to how you met him. “I come down this street to grab groceries and run errands because it’s the cheapest here.”
You knew that was completely true. You’ve been coming down this town for a while, but with the inflation in the Capitol, it won’t stay cheap for much longer.
“Surely your Capitol friends would have helped you, Coriolanus.” You murmur, looking at his expensive clothing. “You look like you’re doing well for yourselves.”
He scoffed out a laugh, picking at his black suit jacket. “I borrowed this from Sejanus Plinth. He’s the only one who knows about my situation.”
You completely stopped walking now, making it to the front of your family’s apartment building. However, you leaned against the half brick wall behind you to listen to him, the orange glow of a lamp overhead the both of you highlighting your irises.
“If I’m being completely honest and bare,” Coriolanus ran his fingers through his blonde locks again. “We should have fallen off the map like your family did. We should have built up from the ground — Completely restart our lives.”
The atmosphere changed. He seemed more frustrated with his situation rather than accepting it. It felt like he was stuck in the stage of denial and grief. You eyed him up and down after seconds of silence before breaking through the tension.
“Do you have healthy grades in the Academy?” You ask quietly, stepping on the autumn leaves surrounding your feet. The crunching made you smile softly before looking up at Coriolanus.
“I do.”
“Do you maintain your attendance?” You ask another question, making Coriolanus crease his brows in confusion.
“Yes, but—“
You shush him. “Then you made the right decision. Well, as far as we know.” He opens his mouth to say something else but you stop him again. “You’re getting the best education there is in the Capitol. You should be focusing on the future. You could be the next game maker, or even President. Coriolanus, you can’t let yourself dwell in the past and what decisions you should have made or not.”
Coriolanus is speechless by the end of your small speech. He said the only word he could think of. “Wow.”
Rolling your eyes, you give him a small smile. “I can’t tell if you really hated that or not.”
“It was… Definitely something.” Coriolanus murmured. “But I have to admit, it was quite motivating.”
“Thanks.” You scrunch your nose when a car honks at the both of you. It suddenly clicked how late it was at night. You glanced down at your watch to confirm the late time. “It seems like I actually have to go now, Coriolanus. Thank you for walking me home and letting me speak my piece.”
He nodded, sticking his hand out and clasping it around yours for the last time that evening. “Of course…” He met your eyes. “Are you busy tomorrow?”
“Uh,” You furrow your brows in thought. You stood awkwardly with your hand still carefully tucked in his. “I don’t think so, maybe cleaning around the house and tending to house hold chores.” You pause. “Why?”
“Great. I’ll pick you up here at Twelve.” Coriolanus kissed your hand with a curt smirk. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You blink as he walks away, mouth dropping in complete shock. “You can’t just do that!”
He turned around and put his arms out. “I just did!”
You shake your head, a smile adorning your face. Maybe it wasn’t a bad thing to be kind to others… Especially when the person was as gorgeous as the one you met.
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luvfae · 8 months ago
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GOOD GIRLS DONT
STAY OUT LATE
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summary: after wanting him for months, you finally make your move on billy.
fandom: billy the kid
parings: billy x f reader
warnings: smut, hair pulling, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it), foul language, oral (billy receiving), sex in public
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You had been watching him all night—the way he charmed the other girls, the glint in his eyes as he held their gazes, the casual way he touched them. Billy had been your friend since he rode into your small town months ago, but despite his conquests with every woman around, he had never crossed that line with you.
Tonight, fueled by a bit of liquid courage, you were determined to change that.
Observing girls' tactics over the years had given you insight, and now, emboldened by alcohol, you were ready to act. You sauntered over to Billy at the poker table, your hand landing on his shoulder, making him spin around with surprise before relaxing at the sight of you.
"Hey, Darlin'," Billy greeted, returning his attention to the game. "Little late for a young lady to still be out, isn’t it?"
"I’m not a child," you retorted, a hint of frustration in your voice. Perhaps Billy saw you as too innocent, too young. But you were no child.
"No, but you are a good girl," Billy replied. "Good girls don’t stay out late."
You rolled your eyes, feeling the challenge rise within you. "Good girl," you scoffed, meeting his gaze with determination. "Would a good girl do this?" With a mischievous smile, you whispered in his ear, then playfully snatched his cowboy hat and placed it on your head.
The poker table fell silent, eyes shifting between you and Billy, a few whistles echoing through the room.
"What's the rule?" you teased, tapping your chin thoughtfully. "Wear the hat, ride the cowboy?" The words sparked a dark look in Billy's eyes, and he abruptly excused himself from the game, leading you into a secluded hallway of the saloon.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?" Billy asked, concern in his voice as he gripped your wrist. You stepped closer, hands trailing up his chest, meeting his gaze boldly. "I can’t give a girl like you what she wants," Billy said with a sigh.
"And what is it that I want, hmm?" you countered, your tone teasing.
"Love. You want someone to love you, to make love to you," Billy confessed. "I can’t do that for you, Y/N."
"I don’t want you to love me," you retorted, your voice laced with frustration. "I want you to fuck me, Billy. Treat me you would any other girl in this damn town."
Billy's expression tightened. "You deserve better than that, Y/N," he insisted.
You closed the gap between you, rising onto your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "I said I want you to treat me like one of those other whores you take to bed." Your fingers deftly undid the buttons of his shirt, your touch deliberate and bold. "I want you to choke me, pull my hair, make me cum all over your cock. Think you can handle that, Billy?"
Billy's breath hitched at your words, his resolve wavering as desire flared between you
“I can’t, Y/N,” Billy protested weakly, though his voice wavered.
You pressed closer, your hands now tracing the contours of his chest beneath his shirt. “Can’t or won’t?” you challenged softly, your voice dripping with seduction.
A mix of desire and guilt played across Billy’s features. “You deserve more than just a quick fling, Y/N,” he admitted, his gaze searching yours.
You smiled knowingly, your fingers still teasingly toying with the buttons of his shirt. “Maybe this is exactly what I want, Billy,” you murmured, your breath warm against his neck.
Billy’s resolve crumbled as he met your gaze, sensing the raw longing in your eyes. With a sharp intake of breath, he pulled you close, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you tightly against him, the heat between you igniting a fierce passion.
Lost in the intensity of the moment, you surrendered to each other, the hallway providing a hidden sanctuary for your desires. Clothing was shed hastily, exposing skin to skin, the air thick with anticipation.
Billy hiked your leg up, forcing his cock deep inside of your needy pussy and you moaned. His hand fisted into your hair, tugging hard on your locks.
"I've fantasized about this moment for months, Y/N," Billy confessed, his voice tinged with a hunger you'd never seen in him before. "I've fucked other girls, pretending they were you. But now that I've had the real thing, how can I ever go back to them?"
Billy was sending waves of pleasure through you, his cock reaching the deepest, most sensitive parts of your being. You couldn't contain the shameless whimpers and moans that escaped your lips.
"Don't go back to them," you murmured, your mind intoxicated by desire. How could you let this slip away now that you've experienced it? "I could be your whore, your willing plaything," you offered, breathlessly.
Billy groaned in response to your words, driving himself deeper and harder inside you, yearning to feel you cum around him. He craved to witness you lose control, to see you drenched in pleasure. His desire was raw, intense—he wanted to force you clean up the mess you made on his cock with your tongue, a potent cocktail of passion and lust.
"Give it to me, Billy, I can handle it!" you gasped, as he moved with such intensity that the world around you blurred into a swirl of sensation. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, your release teetering on the edge. "I'm almost there, please, don't stop," you pleaded, caught in the whirlwind of nearing ecstasy.
Billy responded, his deep, rhythmic movements inside you pushing you over the edge. Your release washed over you, intense and all-consuming, as you came undone against the wall, your cunt pulsating around him in a crescendo of pleasure.
"Get on your knees," Billy commanded, a tone in his voice you couldn't resist. You complied instantly, opening your mouth in anticipation. "Good girl," he praised, as he guided himself to you. "Taste yourself, taste how good I made you feel," he whispered.
Your eager mouth worked him fervently, desperate to milk him until he was dry, drawing him closer to his peak with every motion. As his climax neared, he moved with a purpose, until sensitivity overwhelmed him and his hot cum was on your tongue. You savoured the taste.
“You've surprised me, Darlin’," Billy admitted, catching his breath. A proud smirk played on your lips as you rose, your needy cunt dripping with desire again.
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lanareadsbooks · 1 year ago
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I don’t understand us
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This is part two to “I’m confused about us” tho it can be read alone,
Tags: fem!reader oral(f) receiving, spanking as punishment, crying reader, no real spoilers to the show, mean!billy, no use of y/n (I can’t do it! 😭) also this is kinda short but I’m writing two other stories rn. (Also this is not proofread)hope yall enjoy!
I’m still… confused about us. You thought as the cowboy bellow you ate you out like a starving man. But as good as it felt you couldn’t help thinking about how much your ass hurt since he had just smacked the shit out of it.
Your relationship with Billy made you torn. One second he was absolutely mean to you, pulling you over his knee for doing literally nothing. didn’t fold your panties? that did it. Didn’t do your homework right? That did it. Cussing when you stumped your toe? That fucking did it,
Sometimes it made you mad how he acted “is he not man enough to just ask me to be with him?” You thought, no he’s probably the manliest man I know. Than what is it?
Knock knock knock.
You heard as Billy hit your door, he usually just opens it but yesterday he walked in on you changing, he blushed so hard, you laughed thinking about that moment. Yes? You said as you opened your door. I’ve got to go out tomorrow so I won’t be back till early morning. You sighed internally. Billy was always going out at random times. But I guess that’s better than him having a real job and being gone every day.
The first time he went out he told you
“Don’t even think about sneaking out because I will know about it” he said dominantly. You laughed it off thinking there was no way he could actually find out about it. You didn’t go far. You actually just went down to the edge of the fence like 10ft from the house and pet the horses. Sometimes you wonder why the horses were always coming and going. Never seeing the same one more than twice usually.
But of course, the minute he got home he came up to your room. Hey when did you get back- you tried to ask but were cut off.
As he grabbed your face, not harshly enough to hurt you but it wasn’t pleasant. Why can’t you just listen?! He said with a bite in his tone.
I told you to stay inside. But no. only good girls listen. Your a bad one. ain’t cha? He said, letting go of your face. His words brought tears to your eyes. While your still defiantly a ‘’brat’’ as billy calls it. Sometimes your just not in the mood to have someone upset with you.
You sigh. Looking him in the eyes. Billy I-ugh its not a big deal. I was basically 5 ft from the house.you said sighing. Not a big deal? Little girl.
I decide what’s a big deal or not. He said darkly. And I say you disobeyed me. And since you did that you earned your self a good longgg spanking. He said with a condescending smile on his face.
I- billy your so damn mean, you said slightly pouting. Mean? Oh honey, ill show you mean. He said in a scary dark tone.
And boy did he. He made you sob over his lap by using your hairbrush. When you first started crying you heard him laughing. Above you. Is this his idea of fun? Making me cry? You asked yourself. The thought of it made you mad. So you rebelliously kicked your feet, something you had never done before. This… did not make things better for you. He just started smacking your ass a bit harder.
When it was finally over he gently picked you up and put you on your bed. You were still sobbing because your bottom hurt. And you were still upset billy had laughed at you. The whole spanking thing was embarrassing enough without him laughing at you. (you were also incredibly wet)
You had turned away from him as he sat on your bed. Usually billy tried to console you a little bit. Even though he wasn’t very good at it.
But you shrugged his hand off when he placed it on your shoulder. Stop that honey. He said in a much sweeter tone than before.
No go away. you said ,your voice muffled by the fact that you had your face shoved in your pillow. Sweetheart non of this would happen if you would just obey me. I shouldn’t hav to obey you! You said shooting up from your spot on the bed. You don lemme do nothing. You said with a slight lisp in your voice from crying so hard. I- I can’t even go outside. You said in a whisper. Ugh honey. Everything I do is to protect you. I’m not exactly a loved man around these parts, and I and can’t have anyone thinking they should use you to get to me. Ok? He asked.
You sighed, ok .you agreed. But quickly turned back over into the pillow giving the illusion you were still upset at him.
Now girl. He said in a laughing tone. What is it gon take for you to forgive me?
And that’s how we ended up here. With you grinding your face down on his nose like there’s no tomorrow. He didn’t mind, he defiantly didn’t mind
But you still didn’t understand your relationship. Some nights he had his face buried deep in your cunt, and sometimes he scolded you like a child or yanked you over his knee if you upset him. I don’t understand us. But oh well.
Ok that’s part two! I really like writing for billy but I really want to write for my true love. ✨Finnick✨ I’ve been in love with his character since we first saw him. Tho I write him kinda ooc and like to go a darker route so be prepared for that lol. But comment if y’all want anything else to be added into the next part. Love y’all! #-lanawrites<3
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crookedteethed · 2 months ago
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ᡣ𐭩 masterlist(s): in alphabetical order.
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↳ eddie munson
↳ jj maybank
↳ miscellaneous
↳ rafe cameron
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slutforsnow · 10 months ago
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Hi!!! I just love your writing. I was wondering if you could do something like spoilt rotten. Like where billy meets her and she’s spolit but her just loves her??
Spoiled Lover
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I love this whole concept of a spoiled reader 🥹 and I'm glad you love my writing!! :3
Billy had met plenty of spoiled women during his travels and often ignored them or drunkenly slept with them, but they never meant anything to him. If they did, the relationship didn't last long. That was, at least, until he met you.
You were something different. Sure, yes, you were spoiled, but you this attractive pull about you that he felt the moment he saw you.
Something about you just had him in a chokehold, and he wanted more.
Walking up to you, he took a deep breath.
"Hi, miss," He said, and you turned to face him, your dress screaming spoiled.
"Hi, there," you replied, looking him up and down. You didn't mind that he looked rugged and definitely not dressed to how you were used to but he was cute.
"I'm Billy," He greeted, smiling softly, taking his hat off his head. "What's your name, ma'am?"
"I'm Y/N Y/L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, Billy," you replied, quirking up at smile.
Billy just about melted; your voice was heavenly to him and he knew he wanted to do anything to make you his, even work multiple jobs at once to hopefully win you over.
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julietsbody · 10 months ago
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thirsty — coriolanus + reader : the capitol’s star player, golden boy, coriolanus snow had an odd obsession with the water girl, and what other liquids she could provide for him. 
tags : MDNI! 18+!! soccer ! tbosas au, bimbo ! reader,  squirtingggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!, fingering, pussy play, nicknames (dollface, various barbies, princess), filthy filthy stuff fr, might be a SLIGHTTTT piss kink fic, princess / special treatment, overstimulation, public sex (semi but still), voyeurism 
a / n : AND BOY I I FANTASIZE ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME IF U WERE MINE ID GIVE THIS PUSSY TO U 9-5 5-9 
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the heat in panem was enough to dehydrate someone who drinks water daily in seconds, coriolanus waves a clipboard he had taken from casca in front of his face, trying to earn some cool air from it. to nobody’s surprise, the water girl had come bouncing in with your pink kitten heels, short white skirt, and pink tank top that your tits were practically spilling out of. 
your hair was pulled back into some slick back ponytail, with of course, a ribbon tied around the base of the ponytail. you always looked so perfect, makeup barely budging against the strong heat as you came waltzing in. 
you were a fan favorite of the team’s, so sejanus and festus’ heads immediately snap from the soccer ball they they were dribbling to you now. sejanus’ eyes light up immediately, waving to you, “hey!” 
you offer him a barbie - like smile, waving back with your freshly manicured nails, “hihi, sejanus! it’s sooooooo hot.” 
sejanus smiles sweetly as he approaches you, “made sure the water was cold today?” 
he’s teasing you of a time the heat was this bad and you forgot to add ice to the bucket holding the waters. you cried that day, many times. coriolanus found you having a sobbing fit in the hallway, repeating to yourself that you were so stupid. coriolanus was never good with affection, but he gave you a small hug that day, and assured you it didn’t matter at all. 
and when festus called you a dumb bitch for it? 
coriolanus made it his priority to fuck festus up on that field that day, and good lord, he did. 
festus was ushered off with a broken wrist because of a move coriolanus made, and coriolanus was taken off with a red card and a proud smirk on his face. now festus and coriolanus are never allowed on the same field, no matter what. which was good, because festus was a mediocre player, whilst coriolanus has a record for most man of the match’s won. 
you pout at him, “not funny, sej.” 
he chuckles, eyes softening at you as he tips his head in your vision, “‘m jus’ messing with you, sweet girl, water is water regardless of temperature, yeah?” 
sejanus and coriolanus were both always reassuring you, always so sweet with you despite their cold exteriors, despite the fact that they’re the most sought after players, they never let that ego get to them. 
well… sejanus didn’t. 
coriolanus did sometimes. speak of the devil, snow moves to bump into sejanus’ shoulder, offering him a toothy grin with his sharp canines. sejanus glares at him, like he was interrupting something special, “how are you in such a good mood when you were just whining over the heat?” 
coriolanus ignores sejanus’ obvious attempts to embarrass him to impress you, his blue eyes locking onto you with a whistle, “hey, malibu barbie.” 
you playfully roll your eyes at him, “you can’t just call me a different barbie every time you see me.” 
“yeah?” his jaw ticks, eyeing you up and down, god, he loved the way your short skirt rides up your thighs, the way your tits bounce through that practically see - through tank top, “why not?” 
“i don’t like it,” you pout at him. 
sejanus nods along, “yeah, snow, she doesn’t like it.” 
coriolanus sighs at him, pinching the bridge of his nose, “you’re such a cuck, dude.” 
he smirks at your ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) expression due to his words, truly not understanding what he means by calling sejanus a cuck— was he stopping him from something? 
you blink dumbly at them, and coriolanus only shrugs, turning to stride past a silent festus. 
sejanus scoffs, “can’t believe he gets away with shit like that.” 
you frown at him, “he’s probably having a rough day— or like… ‘m not sure, you know how he is, sej.” 
“yeah, yeah,” sejanus watches as his cleats sink into the grass, “pretty sure he has a huge crush on you, too.” 
ㅤ˚₊‧ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
PANEM 6-2 DISTRICT 2 
as soon as the match was over, coriolanus came up to you, sweat causing his platinum hair to stick to his forehead as he takes a cold water bottle from your hands, fingers brushing against yours. 
he takes a sip from it before leaning in to tower over you, “you saw that bicycle kick?” 
you nod at him excitedly, “i did! you’re soo good, coriolanus.” 
he rolls his tongue along his teeth, “yeah? you think so?” 
you smile sweetly at him with more nods as he walks past to the locker - room, sejanus moving to wrap his arm around coriolanus’ shoulders, to be honest, sejanus should be thanked for coriolanus’ bicycle kick because he’s the reason the ball was even at a level for coriolanus to kick it— but will coriolanus ever admit that? 
of course not! 
in fact, coriolanus doesn’t even think of all his achievements this match even when everyone is patting him on the back, dumping their water bottles on him and leaving him even more drenched than he was before. but with all this water, he just can’t stop thinking of you. 
that expression on your face earlier, plump lips parted in shock, he wonders how well they would wrap around his cock— 
@csnow18 : hey you busy
@csnow18 : ? 
you pluck out your phone as soon as it buzzes, only to see a message from coriolanus, on instagram. he had your number.. why didn’t he… honestly, you knew better than to question him at this point. 
@princess101 : no.. why? 
@csnow18 : im really thirsty 
@princess101 : just gave u water ‎‎໒꒰ྀི -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ꒱ྀིა 
@csnow18 : festus took it from me 
a lie. 
@csnow18 : come to the locker room? 
@princess101 : rolling my eyes at u rn
@princess101 : u owe me 
@princess101 : and stop letting festus take stuff from u!!!!!!!! 
this wasn’t the first time he has lied about festus taking his water bottle just to see you, but it was the first he had different intentions for when he saw you. 
he already knows you’re coming before you’re even there, mostly because he can hear the click! clack! of your heels, but also because of the whistles of the people passing by you. coriolanus hated how people immediately turned to drooling animals when they saw you, it wasn’t of jealousy but rather possessiveness, because can he really blame them? 
his eyes light up when he sees you, pushing his soaked hair back, “tropical splash barbie.” 
you pout at him, putting your hands on your hips, “how do you even know so many barbies?” 
he shrugs simply, “because i see one every day.” 
you sigh, moving to push a water bottle to his chest, “happy?” 
“hey,” he leans in closer, fingers wrapping around the bottle, “why’re you actin’ like that?” 
“‘m not acting like anything,” you lie, “just don’t get thirsty again.” 
as soon as you spin on your heel to walk away, he clicks his tongue disappointedly, “you know… i don’t know if this water is g’na keep me hydrated enough.” 
you blink at the floor, what? what… “what?”
you turn back around to meet his eyes, watching his pupils immediately dilate at the way your skirt barely shows your panties whenever you twirl around, “do you just serve water, princess?” 
you stare at him dumbly, “i don’t get it—“ 
“you don’t?” he takes a step closer, “i see the way you look at me, doll, always watching when i make a goal, cheering me on, purposefully bouncing up and down so your panties show and your tits nearly pop out that shirt.” 
it was true. all so fucking true. the entire team was so, so attractive, especially coriolanus— you don’t ever wear things for men, but the men of panem’s soccer team? your own dress - code is practically the tightest, most slutty clothes ever! 
“i…” you pause, lips shimmering from your lip - gloss, “i do have other juices.” 
his tongue rolls along the inside of his teeth, tights curling upwards ever so slightly, “think i might need those, dollface.” 
you nod at him, “but— not here.” 
he hums, moving to drop the water bottle onto the ground as he leans in closer and closer until his lips are buzzing against your cheek, “yes, here.” 
you can’t help but melt into his touch as he peppers kisses along your face, pecking against your lips until his kisses drop down to run along your neck. your nails rake up his arms ever so gently, “people will catch us..” 
“mm - mm,” he disagrees, “all showerin’, jus’ let me get hydrated, yeah?” 
 he’s quick to move to his knees, smiling whenever he catches a glimpse of you looking around to see if anyone’s coming as his fingers trace along your thighs, lips following along after them. you’re so paranoid, god, for such a dumb slut, you really didn’t want to get caught. 
he hikes your skirt up to catch a glimpse of your panties, pastel red, to match the team’s colors and oh— oh what’s this? on the right side near your hip, it’s his player number, 18, with a heart surrounding it. he gawks up at you, chuckling at the reason for you always wanting to show off your panties, you had already marked him on them. 
you shyly hide your face, trying to ignore him until his finger presses against the wet spot of your panties left by your cunt. you shiver under his touch, “been wet for me all day, hm?” 
you nod at him, fingers moving to faintly cover your mouth, “always wanted you, corio..” 
he presses a sweet kiss to your inner thigh, before hooking a finger on your delicate panties and tugging them down, “you wrote my number on all your panties?” 
you continue nodding, shivering when his fingers lightly graze along your cunt, “mhm.. sej— sej.. is on some, too.” 
“that so? maybe i should get him out here to fuck you, too,” he presses his thumb against your clit, watching your hips buck ever so slightly, lashes fluttering. 
you shake your head, “n-no.. not now— want.. just you.” 
he moves to push your legs apart with his free hand, moving his hand on your clit out of the way so he can finally dive in. his tongue is quick to lick a stripe up your cunt, lips wrapping around your clit and taking it in his mouth to suck on with ease. 
your fingers move to his head, nails threading through his wet hair as you bite on the fingers of your free hand, trying so hard to not make any noise but gosh, the feeling of his mouth on you was just too much. 
his hand runs up your thigh, holding you stable as his mouth completely devours your cunt, not offering you any remorse as your hips jerk against nothing, teeth sinking past layers of your skin to muffle your whines. 
it’s not long before his hand is sliding from your thigh to your cunt as his lips move back up to your clit, ever so slowly sliding two of his fingers inside of your soaked entrance. you took his fingers so well, velvet walls pulsing around flesh and bone, tightening around him like he was a lifeline. 
your grip on his hair immediately becomes lethal, babbling nonsense against your finger, “corio— co..corio… ‘ts too much— ‘m gonna..” 
that was coriolanus’ cue, his fingers immediately curl into you and he starts moving them back and forth so his fingers are repeatedly penetrating that spongey spot that makes your eyes roll back. you tug at his hair as the sounds of his fingers moving inside of you become wet squelching, a familiar feeling washing over you but with a tinge of something different. 
it felt like an orgasm but no— no, it was wetter than an orgasm, because now his hand was completely drenched in your wetness, his lips moved to a part so it could spray into his mouth. it was so, so filthy, the way he gulped it down, and made you squirt again, and again, and again. 
you were like a fountain of nectar that he just couldn’t get enough of. 
you were so fucked out that you didn’t realize you were cuming again until your body is wracked with another orgasm, gushing all over his fingers and into his mouth once more. you whimper above him, silently begging for mercy as he continues to pump his fingers into your overstimulated pussy, “corio— please.. too much— can’t..” 
he licks the remaining juices from his lips as he finally pulls his fingers out, lapping up the cum and other substances dripping off of his skin. he takes a grip of your hips to stabilize you as he stands, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “thank you, dollface, such a good water girl.” 
your lips part to speak but you’re interrupted by the clearing of a throat. 
your eyes immediately snap to the side, only to find.. 
“sejanus?”  
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tomblythismyhusband · 8 months ago
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makeup [billy the kid x fem!reader]
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[summary]: billy the kid x fem!reader | anon request | Throughout your whole relationship with Billy, he had been cold. Finally you’d had enough. When telling him how you feel, Billy also reveals his true feelings which leads on to a night you both won’t forget.
[warnings]: 18+, MDNI, pnv, oral (fem!receiving), language, teasing, overstimulation, praise!kink, reader lowk bratty in the beginning
[wc]: 3.3k
[note]: thank you so much for the request!! I have the original request linked here. enjoyed writing this (even though I got a little carried away lowk….)
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Cold. Thats one word to describe Billy’s behavior towards you recently. As you glared at the back of his head from across the bar you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of hurt in your heart.
You see, you and Billy were in a relationship. A secret relationship. And honestly, you liked it like that. No one would know of your relations with a famously dangerous outlaw and you could still enjoy him.
The only problem was that Billy seemed to be drifting. He had been blowing you off more than usual and treating you differently. He was less touchy, more reserved, quiet.
You searched your brain to try to remember if you’d done something wrong to deserve this treatment but you couldn’t recall anything. And now, with your eyes boring holes into the back of his head as he laughed and drank with his friends you wondered if you should even put up with this anymore.
If he wasn’t going to treat you right then why even continue the relationship? I mean, sure he was phenomenal in bed but you also yearned for the emotional connection. And with Billy, emotions were never the main focus. He always dodged personal questions, always made excuses on why he didn’t want to talk about his feelings. The only times where he was honest were rare and usually occurred when he’d had too much whiskey.
You were a busy woman, and didn’t deserve to put up with this bullshit.
You gulped down the rest of your drink and stood up from where you sat in the bar. Seeing Billy enjoying his time with his friends made jealousy bubble up in your stomach. You wanted to get him back. Wanted to get him mad.
You knew you couldn’t directly speak to Billy without arousing suspicion about your relationship with him so instead you decided to make a subtle move. Something your mama had taught you to do.
You walked by Billy’s table,filled with clamoring cowboys. They all seemed to be drunk out of their minds. You spotted a man, swaying and slurring next to Billy holding a bottle of whiskey.
Smirking, you bumped into him, sending the man lurching forward, spilling the bottle of whiskey right onto Billy’s lap. Gasps and groans were heard in response to the “accident” you had caused.
“Oh! I’m sorry boys. Silly me.” You said with faux sincerity. You knew that all you had to do was bat your lashes and flash a smile and the mistake would be forgotten. And it worked. Worked on everyone except for the only man you made sure you’d really piss off. Billy.
“No problem darlin’.” One of the cowboys slurred, waving his hand dismissively as he grinned. Your eyes locked with Billy’s and you could almost see the burning anger in them.
“I hope you didn’t get too drenched..” You said sweetly, your lips forming a pout.
Billy glanced down at his whiskey soaked shirt and looked back up at you, making your heart flutter for a moment.
“No worries. I know you didn’t mean it ma’am.” He said through gritted teeth. You flashed him another grin and waved. “Well goodbye.”
With that you hurried out of the bar, a little bit of you hoping Billy would be on your heels demanding an explanation for your behavior.
To your disappointment he didn’t follow. Typical. He was great at ignoring and running away from problems that really needed fixing.
Deep down you knew that he would never make a scene running after you like that. He respected you and the secrecy of your relationship too much.
You huffed and walked down the creaky steps of the bar and started to make your way home. You felt only slightly intoxicated from your time drinking but it wasn’t enough to blur your judgment. You mulled over the thought of even continuing seeing Billy as you walked, biting your nails with indecision.
By the time you made it to your doorstep you made a final verdict. The next time you saw Billy you were going to call it quits. If he wasn’t going to put effort into wanting you then you didn’t want to waste your time any longer. You felt a bit lighter as the weight of the decision lifted from your mind. He would understand. He couldn’t have been oblivious to the way he was treating you.
The thought of telling Billy your decision definitely made you anxious, but you were doing this for you. You couldn’t take anymore of his standoffish attitude any longer.
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Later that night you settled into bed, closing your eyes to dream when the sound of your window being wrenched open caused you to sit up quickly. Your heart beat loudly in your ears as you clutched your chest.
It was dark, the only shape you could make out was a dark figure at the edge of your bed which was lightly illuminated by the moonlight. The wind whisked in a cold draft from the now open window causing you to shiver.
“Who’s there?” You said loudly, leaving the fear out of your voice.
“Guess.”
The voice was low and rough. You knew that tone anywhere. It had whispered to you in the dark on many occasions and now was no different. You felt your body relax as you threw off your covers and stood up from your bed.
“Billy.” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest. You could now make out his rugged appearance staring at you from a few feet away. His shirt was wrinkled and missing the buttons at the top, and his hair was rumpled as well. You couldn’t deny he looked gorgeous though, with the way his blue eyes still shone bright in the darkness.
You heard his boots thump on the ground as he stepped closer to you.
“Want to explain why the hell you knocked a man’s whiskey all over me tonight?” He said in a low voice. You could feel the intensity of his gaze on you as he waited for an answer.
“It was an accident.” You shrugged. This earned a scoff from Billy. You knew he wouldn’t have believed your lie, but it was worth the shot.
“I may not know a lot of things Y/n.. but I know when you're lying.” He took another step forward and you frowned up at him.
You decided to bite the bullet and flat out tell him what you had been thinking about recently. The fate of your relationship with him.
“Billy, I think we should stop seeing each other.”
Billy froze. He had not been expecting that.
“…What?” He said slowly, eyebrows furrowing with confusion.
“I think we should stop seeing each other.” You repeated, a little louder now.
Billy’s mouth parted with disbelief. You rolled your eyes and let out a breath.
“You really couldn’t have seen this coming? You’ve been distant for weeks. Cold. I can’t let you waltz around and treat me like this anymore.”
Billy laughed, even though there was no trace of humor in his eyes.
“Cold?” He chuckled. “I haven’t treated you any differently than when we first started dating.”
You scoffed, glaring at him. “Are you serious? You’ve seemingly avoided me for weeks. You don’t even try to see me anymore. You're either out doing god knows what or drinking your brains out at the saloon!” You felt anger bubble up in your gut. How could he be so.. uncaring?
Billy shook his head. “That ain’t true, I try to see yo-“
“Don’t lie. Don’t you dare lie to me Billy.” You snapped, taking a step forward to emphasize the demand.
Billy crossed his arms, not liking your tone nor your accusations.
“You’ve been treating me like shit.” You said angrily. “And I’m tired of it.”
Billy’s jaw ticked at your words. He tore a hand through his brown curls with frustration. “Darlin’ I didn’t-“
“No.” You cut him off again. “Don’t darling me.” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you began to pace.
“All I ever do is wait for you. Wait for you to see me, wait for you to pay attention to me. And guess what? You never do. I’m not gonna walk and wait for you any longer. I’m tired of it I-“
Billy took a step forward, grabbing your shoulders, stopping you from pacing. The action caught you off guard, causing the breath to escape your lungs. The bedroom went silent.
“It’s because I can’t fucking control myself around you.” Billy growled.
You froze in his grip, your brain replaying the words again and again. You didn’t know what the hell he was on about.
“W- what? What are you talking about?” You whispered, staring wide eyed up at him.
Billy let out the breath he had been holding in. His grip on your shoulders tightened. Not painful, but full of urgency.
“I can’t fuckin’ control myself around you Y/n. And I know I’ve been treating’ you like shit. I’m sorry. I’m just scared. Scared to get in too deep, because when I look at you-.” He paused. “When I look at you all I want to do is love you and I know deep down I ain’t good for you.”
You blinked at him, not believing what you were hearing.
“What are you saying..” You whispered.
Billy looked down. “I’m saying I’m fucking in love with you Y/n. But- I know you don’t deserve someone like me- a nobody. And I push you away because honestly.. I’m scared that I'll mess something up. That you’ll leave. That I’ll hurt you.”
You shook your head quickly. “I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
Billy’s gaze flicked up to yours. “I already have.” He whispered.
You paused for a moment. “Is this really how you feel?” You said softly, searching his expression for answers. His blue eyes looked so much more fierce now with the added emotion.
Billy nodded. “It’s stupid, I know but goddamn it- You're perfect and I can’t help but go crazy around you.”
You lifted up his hands to cup his face. “Why didn’t you tell me how you felt sooner..?” You murmured.
Billy turned his head into your cheek, kissing your palm softly. “I was scared Y/n. Scared of what you’d say. I’m sorry.” You felt his words vibrate against your palm sending a delicious shiver up your spine.
“Prove it.” You whispered.
Billy’s eyes flicked up to yours. “What?”
You could see the confusion in his expression as you cleared your throat.
“Prove it. Prove that you love me then.”
Billy hesitated, lips parted as his mind worked through the words coming out of your mouth. He then stood up straighter, slowly snaking a hand around your waist, pulling you closer.
“Do I have your permission to darlin’?” He mumbled. Your body grew excited with anticipation. You were aware of what he was insinuating, and you were sure as hell not complaining.
“Yes.” You breathed, tilting your head to let Billy’s other hand slide around your neck. You felt his fingers brush across your jaw as he held you, his grip gentle. You tell he was holding back.
“Billy..” You said softly. He dipped his head lower towards yours. “Don’t.. don’t hold back.”
Billy’s eyebrows raised. He then squeezed your body slightly tighter. “Are you sure.. because I want to do so many things to you right now.” He murmured.
You nodded, but before you could even say anything in response he had you pinned against the wall. You gasped as he placed his lips on your own. He swallowed your moans, pushing his tongue between your lips, kissing you frantically as if he’d been starving. His hand encased your neck, keeping your head perfectly angled for his lips.
You liked this side of him, it felt real, raw. The way he nipped at your bottom lip between kisses, roamed his hands over your body, and let out tiny sounds of need made your heart thump louder in your chest.
You shut your eyes and gave into the feelings washing over you. The darkness made the feeling of his lips so surreal. You kept your eyes closed until you felt Billy tap your cheek lightly with his pointer and middle finger. You fluttered your eyelids open, lips parted looking up at him.
“Keep your eyes open darlin’.” Billy rasped, his eyes staring into your own. “I need you to be able to see how much I want you.” You let out a sigh at his words, a sigh of surprise. He’d never been this attentive when fucking you before.
Billy then took his hands and slid down the sleeves of your night dress. The cold air hit your bare shoulders instantly, but the chill was soon replaced with warmth when Billy placed his lips there.
Billy nipped at your collarbone, making his way closer to your chest with every kiss. While he kissed you, you could feel one of his hands slide up your leg, bunching up the fabric of your dress as it traveled.
“You're so perfect.” Billy mumbled against your skin.
You felt so overwhelmed with his touch you couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted him to fuck you. Right then and now.
“Billy-“ You gasped as he kissed the tops of your breasts, which were now peaking out of your dress due to how it had been pulled down, “I need you- please.”
You could feel Billy’s lips form a smirk against your chest. “Already?” He chuckled.
You took his face in your hands and guided it back up to your mouth. You kissed him feverishly, aching for more than he was giving to you.
“Let me pick you up.” You heard Billy mumble softly against your messy kisses. You moved yourself a little off the wall as Billy’s hands slid down to your ass, squeezing before lifting you. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist and he carried you with ease over to your bed.
The world around you whirled as he laid you down on the bed roughly, bed springs creaking, before crawling on top of you to reach your lips again.
You tugged at his shirt as he kissed you, signaling to him that you wanted it off. Billy complied, sitting up, strong thighs straddling your waist, as he began to unbutton his shirt. You looked up at him with admiration. His curls were all tousled and arrayed across his forehead, his lips pink and plump due to your kisses.
Billy’s hands worked quickly on the buttons of his shirt before sliding down his suspenders and pulling off the garment and tossing it aside. His chest, defined and strong, was illuminated by the moonlight.
“Goddamn it, you're gorgeous.” You mumbled, feeling the butterflies in your stomach so intensely now. He let out a low chuckle, bending down to hover over you again.
You grabbed his neck and fiercely pulled him back onto you. Lips and teeth clashing with stronger intensity than before. Your hand flew up to dig itself in his curls as he began to trail his way down your body. He pushed up your night dress to your hips before you sat up slightly to pull it off over your head and onto the floor.
Billy smiled down at you admiring your breasts that now sat perfectly displayed as you laid there. Then he averted his eyes down to the pretty white panties you wore, desire. glinting in his eyes.
His fingers traced up your thighs, painfully slow even though you could tell he was doing everything in his power not to go batshit crazy and fuck the life out of you. You felt the sensation of his fingers gently skimming the fabric keeping him from your cunt.
You watched, biting your cheek in anticipation, as he slowly bent down towards your core, pulling down your panties and tossing them aside. You watched as Billy wet his lips before attaching his lips to your pussy.
You jolted, back immediately arching as he pushed his tongue throughout your folds, lapping up your slick.
“Fuck-“ You choked, mouth falling slack as he ate your cunt. His fingers placed themselves on your clit, massaging circles as his tongue worked on your folds. You panted as the knot in your gut became tighter and tighter, the pleasure growing by the second.
After a few more minutes of this you came, letting out a breathy moan at the unexpected intensity of it.
Billy grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and crawling up so his face was over yours again. His eyes skimmed over your features as you came down from your climax. Billy bent down and kissed you again. You could taste yourself on his lips but you didn’t mind.
“You taste so damn good.” Billy murmured as he kissed you. You heard the clinking of his belt sliding off. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears as you snakes your hands around Billy’s body to grip his back.
Soon Billy’s trousers were thrown aside along with his boxers. At that moment you wanted him so bad that you kissed his face frantically, not letting him break for air. You felt the head of Billy’s cock prod at your opening, letting a moan escape your lips.
“I want all of you.” You whispered as you kissed him.
Billy let out a soft grunt in reply, sinking into you, filling you up. You both stopped for a moment just getting used to the feeling before Billy began to move his hips slowly. You squeezed him, nails digging into his back as he began to pick up the pace.
This was when Billy let go. hips snapping, mouth open, eyes fluttering, hands gripping you firmly. You were whisked away into your own world. A world where it was just you and him, moving together with ease, moans of pleasure escaping your lips.
“S’ good.” Billy moaned, thrusting harder into you. Your whimpers sounded sweet in his ears, reassuring him that he was making you feel good.
“Billy..” You breathed. “I’m- I-“ You stumbled over your words.
“I know doll.. I know.” Billy rasped, pounding into you relentlessly as his lips danced upon your skin, marking you as his.
Tears pricked in your eyes, the feeling of Billy’s cock absolutely overwhelmingly as you chased your second orgasm. The familiar knot of tension in your gut began to form again and by the feeling of Billy’s thrusts, he was close too.
Billy mumbled praises against your neck until he finally came. He let out a throaty moan as you clenched around him, intensifying his own orgasm.
You both laid still for a moment, Billy’s cock still buried deep inside of you. Then as exhaustion hit, you pulled Billy down so he was laying limp on top of you. You ran your hands through the curls that feathered over his forehead, now slick with sweat.
“I think you proved that you love me pretty well.” You whispered, playing with his hair still.
Billy let out a deep hum. You could feel the movement of his chest as he breathed as well as the rapid thumping of his heart.
“Darlin’ I’m just getting started.” He mumbled. You glanced down at him to see his eyes drooping shut, and you didn’t blame him. It was late. His words earned a chuckle from you as you dipped your head to place a soft kiss on his temple.
“Someone’s a little too tired for more I’m thinkin’.” You teased softly. Billy just let out another exhausted hum as an answer.
“Goodnight Billy.” You whispered, feeling your own wave of tiredness was over you. Billy shifted to wrap his hands around your naked body, making you, as well as him, more comfortable.
“I hope you never forget how much I love you.” Billy mumbled. You closed your eyes and listened to his breathing.
“I won’t.” You finally whispered back.
Soon soft snores escaped Billy’s lips, lulling you off into a sweet sleep, full of a newfound feelings for your lover. You felt as if you broke through his shell, and you were excited to get closer to him.
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maysileeewrites · 11 months ago
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a little writing update / posting schedule
hi :) I know I've been a bit quieter this week, but I wanted to quickly pop on here to tell you guys that yes, Part II of don't want you like a best friend; my smutty Coryo imagine (it looks better on you anyways) and a lil Billy The Kid smut are coming, it's just going to take a bit more time than I'd initially thought.
I've been quite busy with Christmas preparations and didn't really have all that much writing time. During the next few days I technically don't really have any obligations, but it's Christmas time and I want to spend the time with my family and I'm also not quite sure how much writing time I'll be able to squeeze in.
So, I'm probably going to push back Part II of don't want you like a best friend to the beginning of the new year. Who knows, maybe I'll get it done before then, but compared to the other two imagines this one actually has a plot and isn't purely delicious smutty smut.
So far I'm thinking of posting the Coryo smut at the beginning of next week (monday / tuesday); the Billy The Kid smut later next week (Friday/Saturday) and Part II of don't want you like a best friend at the beginning of the following week (Jan 1 or 2).
Sorry that this got quite long and rambly, I just wanted to give you all a quick update!
Have a lovely Christmas time and see you next week! <3
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andcorde · 9 months ago
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Thank you so much for the very welcoming of my first ever fic here ! There’s another one that should come during the week, stay tuned, this one will be a BTK one 😉
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