#tom blyth romance

[amaryllisenvy]

The Ties That Bind

Part Two

Billy the Kid x OC

WARNINGS: if you are comfortable with watching the tv show, you should be okay with this entire book. I will definitely try to put more graphic trigger warnings for any extreme scenes!

Part two has mentions of blood, violence, and is a slow-burn. Please let me know how you guys feel so far!

Part 2:

November 8th, 1876

The mirror was covered in dry water marks and was obscured so that her features were difficult to entirely make out in great detail. But it was her. The face she had lived her whole life with framed her brown eyes as she looked at herself. 

The exhaustion in her was evident, but she still had her job to do. The world revolves around the money she can or cannot make. As such, Yllis made it her priority to focus on the next step and not what her eyes had seen. The faint scar on her neck had taught her that.

She stared back at herself as the clock ticked faintly in the quiet. The ticks were timed perfectly to the beat of her pulse fluttering in her neck. She gritted her teeth. 

Only seconds had ticked by but in her mind, she relived her first memory of being able to peer at herself. Her father had come back from his work on the trail months later and gifted her with a looking glass as the lid to a compass. It was no larger than her pocket and the weight of it sat around her neck, hanging from a chain so that everywhere she went, it would accompany her.

Tick, tick, tick.

Before Sunrise, November 9th, 1876

Stirring, Yllis miraculously awoke in the early hours of the morning. Before she even cracked her eyes open, the unbearable throbbing pain in her shoulder had her opening her mouth in agony. No sound left her but a shaky exhale as she refrained from crying out

She woke to find herself in one of the rooms available at the inn. The accommodations were less than incredible, but she was able to rest. 

She remembered nothing. The only thing she could recall from the night before was her staring at herself in the mirror of the saloon bathroom. 

What happened? How did she get back to her room?

Before she even opened her eyes, she smelled the rain that had fallen the night before. It was one of her favorite smells. She loved how the rain could wash away imperfections, leaving only the clean smell and the dampness in the air that followed. Her window was always open as she couldn’t stand the air of the inn that became stale with how little airflow it got.

Her eyes shot open to immediately find the darkened sky backlit by the earliest hours of dawn. The deep blue blended into the bright pink and yellow of the sunrise. Her skin that had been exposed to the room air was cold.

Contrarily, her right shoulder was on fire. She let out a whimper with the wince she gave when she moved the blankets to look at what was causing her so much pain. She revealed the makeshift bandage completely stained through with her blood. The cloth meant to staunch the bleeding was not nearly tight enough.

With a silent cry, she sat herself up in bed with a great deal of effort. Every movement left her in torturous pain. The fingers of her right hand tingled and were swollen because of her injury. 

Christ.

She swore under her breath. Shuffling in the chair beside her bed alerted her to someone else’s presence in the room, and the pain ebbed away as adrenaline coursed through her instead.

Her gaze landed on Ash Upson, asleep in the chair. His brow was creased with worry, even in his dreams, and she hoped he hadn’t been so worried about her to neglect himself. 

Mr. Upson was one of the best men Yllis had the pleasure of knowing. His heart was always with those who needed it and he was wealthy in compassion. No doubt, the terrible bandaging was his handiwork. Mr. Upson was more of a scholar than a mender. 

She started to clear her throat when she took in just how exhausted he seemed. He would be furious if he woke before she could get back.

Inevitably, this led to her quickly dressing in her loosest and warmest gown before she left the inn. She needed to stitch her wound that still actively bled. Too much trauma had left her blood incapable of clotting the massive wound adequately enough. 

Her head swam and she felt woozy still as she walked through the silent streets. She was familiar enough with the town they were passing through to know where to find the healer. The lightheadedness she felt was pushed to the side for now.

How much blood had she lost? 

What the fuck happened?

Her early and unpleasant walk brought her to the rear entrance of the town's clinic. Frustration creased her face as she found the door locked, but her gaze quickly landed on an open window barely five feet away.

Couldn’t they just have left the door unlocked?

It was hard for her to shimmy her way through the window. She was a small girl, but any pressure or weight resulted in so much pain. 

Having had the briefest role in mending the men injured in war, she worked closer with Doctor John when she arrived in New Mexico. He was a nice enough man but she questioned his methods and his skills. John Witteveen was talented for sure. However, confident men were susceptible to overlooking important details.

What broke her “apprenticeship” (as if women could ever be allowed to be doctors) with the man was the way he would never listen to suggestions. Sometimes, she couldn’t stand the men she was surrounded by under sheer circumstance.

She searched through the supplies until she found a curved needle and a spool of silk. Gathering gauze and ointment, she searched every cabinet before concluding that there was no phenol. The pain in her shoulder throbbed again and she gave up her hunt. 

John Witteveen slept upstairs with whatever woman he paid for the night. The building he occupied had seven extra rooms, nothing special. Those with injuries so severe often stayed the night for critical care. The silence in the building left her wondering if she was the only one there.

Drumming her fingers on the counter, she loosed a breath as she opened a drawer at the bottom of the kitchen cabinet. There she knew she would find his vast collection of spirits. With a grimace, she decided on the honey whiskey and took it from the drawer, placing it in front of her.

Swearing under her breath, she winced and stifled her cry as she pulled her dress over her head, leaving her only in her thin chemise. She frowned as the cream fabric was stained with her blood. 

Sitting herself on the counter, she removed the bandages that stuck to her wound. Peeling off the covering took the clot that plugged her wound with it and she inhaled sharply between her teeth and screwed her eyes shut at the resulting feeling in her arm. It felt like she peeled her skin off and her eyes watered. Taking a minute, Yllis focused on breathing through the agony.

After a moment, her hand shook as she unscrewed the top of the bottle. She felt like she was going to throw up every time her body went rigid with the pain. Her head ached and the pulse she felt through her wound was thready and slower than normal. She noticed that the pulses she felt in her wound were synchronous with the pounding in her head and was relieved.

Gritting her teeth to the point she was surprised they didn’t shatter under the pressure, she lifted the bottle to her wound. Nothing could have prepared her for the burn of the alcohol in her wound. 

Unable to suppress the cry that escaped her lips, she almost dropped the bottle as she lurched away instinctively. Her breaths were guttural and purely animal as they came out as more of a growl. 

It took her what must have been several minutes to regain enough consciousness to fill the bowl with the whiskey and soak the cloth in it. 

The hardest part was threading the needle while her body was shaking uncontrollably. Next time, she would be sure to thread it before she started the agonizing procedure.

It was against nature to not shy away from the pain. Her body was begging her to stop. She knew that if she didn’t finish caring for her wound, she would most likely lose her arm. Worse, she knew how quickly infection could claim her life. 

The sky outside was the brightest yellow as the sun rose above the hulking mountains and shone on the valley between them. The light was the beginning of the day for those who resided in the town. People would be awake soon enough.

Everything was shaking. Her breaths were staggered and her eyes were watering. Regardless, she managed to thread her needle. When she first pushed the sharp point through her skin, she almost felt nothing. Until she felt every-fucking-thing.

Her whole body felt as though it was on fire as she worked on the part of the wound in the front of her body. Stitching herself was no easy task. It was against human nature to willingly cause oneself so much harm and she had to fight every instinct in her to stop. To pass out. To scream in anguish.

Continuing like that for a while, she repeated the process of sewing her skin back together. Between threadings, she would take the smallest of breaks to just breathe and calm her trembling limbs. She needed the stitches to work.

“It’s you.” 

Yllis jumped out of her skin.

She leapt from the counter and turned in an instant to the boy who stood in the doorway. She was clumsy at her best and winced when she twisted her ankle. 

“Shit.” Yllis stumbled and caught herself from face-planting into the edge of the counter. After her lousy attempt at self-preservation hurt her shoulder more, she made herself simply stand still. 

Jesus. 

Any weight she placed on her ankle added to the wealth of torture beneath her skin. Her eyes shakily flicked up to the boy who had been in the doorway watching her. What she didn’t expect were his hands steadying her at her waist as her knees shook. Being in such agony made the weakness and trembling uncontrollable.

How did he get to her so quickly? 

Looking down at herself, she acknowledged how much of a mess she must have looked. Never mind the impropriety of this man seeing her in only her chemise. Her very thin chemise.

“You are the lady who stood in front of and saved my best friend from a bullet intended for him.” The low scratch of his voice fluttered in her ears as she took in the sensation of being supported in the man’s arms. She was shot? Her brows were furrowed until she met his eyes and stilled.

His eyes.

Like two aquamarine gemstones, his gaze felt valuable. To have such striking eyes dart across her skin, her body, had to be an honor. Watching him had an itch forming in the back of her mind.

Those eyes.

And then, she remembered the night before. Like a bookmark, her mind flitted to the very last page -to the exact moment- she had last held the attention of such stunning eyes.

She hid her realization well. “You give me too much credit, sir. I was simply in the wrong place at the right time.” 

Feeling unable to breathe, she extracted herself from him and picked up the needle hanging from her skin. Biting the string, she pulled it taut before cutting it with her dagger. It was far from her best sutures and she couldn’t help but wonder if he thought the same as he stood with his hands on her hips, ensuring that he could catch her if her knees gave out. Maybe it seemed dramatic, but the dizziness she felt meant that his support was much needed.

She wrung the towel out so it was damp and placed the alcohol-soaked bandage over her sutures. She couldn’t help the sharp exhale of breath this time. 

“What are you doing?” The young man spoke with alarm as his hand moved to stop her from causing herself so much pain.

“Infection. Alcohol is all he had left.” Her breath came out shallow and broken.  

He studied her intensely, his eyes bore into hers in the silence for what felt like years before he gently took the cloth from her fingers. 

“Let me.” Taking the bottle of whiskey, he poured a healthy dose over his hands and scrubbed at them. 

She hesitated for a moment and bit her lip. 

Smart man.

“The bullet seems like it went straight through. While you did beautiful work, I don’t think it’ll be so easy to repeat it on your own back. Let me.”

He was right. Yllis hated to shirk her responsibilities, but she wasn’t so prideful to deny the truth. “Do you know how to suture a wound?”

“No idea.” His lips slipped into the slightest grin that slowly crept onto his face as he stared at her. Involuntarily, it made her lips part as she exhaled deeply.

Another moment passed and she just took him in. His shaggy curly hair flopped into his eyes and she stretched up to move it from his eyes. The motion hurt, but not enough to stop her. Releasing an unsteady breath, Yllis turned and pressed her hands against the counter, grounding herself. 

“I don’t have a choice. Whatever you manage to do is better than what it was.” She stilled when she felt his calloused fingers slide the strap of her chemise over her shoulder to allow him to see the wound. 

His fingers brushing away the baby hairs on the base of her scalp made her want to squirm.

“More importantly, you’re right. It’ll be better than what I can manage to do by myself.” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she watched him take the needle from the bowl of alcohol and thread it easily from the corner of her eye.

“What happened last night?” 

The pause in his actions when the words left her lips created a silence in the room that was filled by the touch of his hand on her upper back. “Bastard shot you both for losin’ in a goddamn poker game.”

Nodding, she was glad that her lack of recollection from the night before could be justified by her injuries. Thank god, she thought as she could confirm she wasn’t just sundowning.

“M’sorry. I know I don’t have to tell you how this will hurt.”

“Just need it over with. Please.” She was not above begging. “Pour the alcohol over the wound first.” 

The boy followed instructions well and she gasped out an involuntary whimper against the counter when he speedily poured the liquor over her shoulder. She had to hold on to the edges of the surface tightly to stop herself from jerking away.

Pressing her forehead to the counter, the coolness felt good against her flushed face and contrasted with the fire that felt like she was being set alight like a pyre.

When the needle pierced her flesh, she bit her forearm to stifle her cries. The process felt long and gruesome, and she would never feel as relieved as she did when he picked up the scissors and cut the string. 

“What’s next?” His voice was softer and kind, the hand he placed on her lower back as she breathed in and out heavily was the same. 

He looked so apologetic when he saw her watery eyes that she knew she didn’t need to keep her hand around the hilt of her dagger with this boy.

It took her a moment before she could muster an answer. 

“I can do the rest by myself. The worst and hardest part is over.” She turned and smiled widely at him, although both of them knew how feigned her ease was in an attempt to assuage him. “I can’t thank you enough.”

Studying his face, she watched as he glanced down to the floor and avoided her stare, only for a moment. He must have found the confidence he had briefly lost because his eyes snapped determinedly back to hers. His grateful smile lit up the kitchen and she decided that, out of all the misery in the world, his grin could never be affected by any of it. It was too pure and sincere that evil couldn’t come close to ever living under his skin.

“‘Course you can do it yourself.” he picked up the salve-covered cloth. “But you don’t need to. I’m here.”

Amaryllis felt so at ease and her stomach fluttered before she did as he instructed. The stretch of her swollen skin smarted as he covered her back in the soothing salve. The relief was marginal but instantaneous as the cooling and numbing properties eased some of the burning heat.

When she felt him pull away from her back and reach for the other cloth that would be used on her front, she slowly turned to face him again.

She watched as his brows furrowed. “The one on your back is a lot worse.”

“Exit wounds are typically a lot more traumatizing to skin tissue.”

At her explanation, he locked his eyes onto hers again. “Well, shit. Are you sure ‘bout not lettin’ Doc check it out for himself?”

Her lips turned upward. “He isn’t going to do anything that you didn’t already do.”

At this, he nodded and focused on the area below her collarbone. His eyes had been mesmerizing before, but having them focused on her skin was enough to stop her heart. 

“Can you-” he loosed a breath and pulled away, cutting himself off.

Now it was her turn to furrow her eyebrows at him. 

He saw her confused expression and explained further, “Just that you are a lil’ too short.”

“Sorry?” her mouth fell open in mock offense. “You’re just repulsively too tall.”

At this, he laughed. It was a chuckle that was little more than him exhaling, but felt revolutionary. Yllis subconsciously decided that she liked that sound. She liked it very much indeed. If she got a chance, she would make him do it more often.

She didn’t realize his intentions until those repulsively large hands of his were on her waist and he was lifting her easily on top of the countertop. “There. That should do it.”

Resuming his charge, he smoothed more salve onto her wound and she sighed. At the slight relief it brought, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Many problems could be fixed by just taking a second to get your thoughts in order. Being too quick to act often makes one reckless.

“How do I. . .” his voice trailed off as he held up the long length of cloth that would cover her wounds.

“There really ain’t anything to it. Just try and place the bandage tight so the pressure is on the wound.”

He worked quickly, wrapping her shoulder, bringing the cloth around and around like she was being mummified. It was like he had done this a thousand times as he brought the cloth around her other shoulder to help keep it in place. When he was satisfied, he snipped the long cloth and tied the two ends together in a knot. 

“Incredible work. You’re a natural.” Yllis was being sincere.

Medicine was not an easy thing for most people, but he had the care it took to thoroughly assess a situation. He wasn’t overconfident in himself. She could tell he paid great attention to minute details.

“You did it all, I just followed orders.” Yllis noticed that when he smirked, there were deep dimples on both sides of his face. 

“And how good you are at following them. Maybe I’ll take you home after all.” She patted his cheek like he was a well-behaved mutt she found on the streets.

He looked so amused at the action that a smile showing his teeth nearly broke free.

On the counter, the young man stood off to the side of her when he had worked the salve onto her shoulder. When he applied the final bandage, maybe he didn’t even notice that he had stepped between her thighs. He was so close to her that Yllis couldn’t ever recall being this close to anyone. She decided that he probably hadn’t done it intentionally because it just felt so. . . natural to be that close to him.

She hadn’t been kidding. Even on the counter, he towered above her like a mountain. Neither made any move to change this. Her smile melted away and she reached up, brushing the curly and unruly hair that fell into his eyes away once more.

“Well, if I am bringing you home with me,” she questioned, receiving a glint of amusement in his ocean eyes. “What should I call you?”

“Billy. It’s Billy Antram, ma’am.” 

In her peripheral vision, she saw him lift his hand into the space between them in an offering. She took it in hers and made the motion for a handshake. When their hands touched, she didn’t expect it when he lifted her knuckles to his lips. The masculine gesture of respect. 

Her mind briefly recalled how he had greeted her at the table not even twelve hours before. 

Billy Antram was a gentleman.

“Amaryllis Delphie Alteo. If that’s too much, people closer to me call me Yllis.”

A pause; it seemed like he was taking time to try the words on his own tongue.

“You saved my best friend’s life. There is nothin’ I can ever do to make us even. It seems like I’m forever in your debt, Amaryllis.” 

“He lived?” The shock in her voice must have been palpable. ”The bullet would have still hit him after going through me.”

God, she thought. He was alive. 

“It doesn’t seem possible,” his head bent imperceptively closer to hers. “It wouldn’t have been possible if it hadn’t been for you.”

Uncharacteristically, she broke their eye contact first and looked down at herself. His stare was so intense and felt like it could peel back her skin and look inside. 

Realizing her current attire, or lack thereof, heat rose to her cheeks. Doing the opposite, her reaction spurred his eyes to trail over her. Those eyes traced every inch of her. He was close enough to almost feel him physically, too. The way he studied her, she hoped that he couldn’t see what she was thinking of.

“Do you want to see him?” his voice was barely above a whisper.

She didn’t need to ask who. A smile graced her face. “Yes.”

Her voice seemed to snap him out of whatever made him dominate her space and he awkwardly cleared his throat. Taking a long step back, she missed his proximity instantly and looked away, searching for where she had discarded her dress in her panicked haste to stop the bleeding.

Noticing her thoughts he bent down and picked it up from the floor before finding how it would go on her body. It wasn’t difficult, considering the blood stain that soaked it would be on her right side. 

Stupidly she took the dress and went to pull it over her head before she remembered her injury. It reminded her with the sudden train of agony that crashed into her and she whimpered. 

“Let me.” 

Her nightdress luckily didn’t have sleeves, but Billy took extra care when he stuck his large hand down the sleeve and softly took hers into his, feeding her injured arm through the hole. 

When both of her arms and her head were through, he slid his hands down to her hips. “Ready?”

His brow had cocked in question and she just stared at him.

Christ’s cross, he was beautiful.

After accidentally gawking at him again, she nodded and he slowly picked her up and placed her feet on the tiles once more. The ache in her ankle had eased slightly and was bearable, but the dizziness returned with a vengeance and she nearly stumbled. As was a theme of the night, Billy took her good hand into his so she could place some of her weight on him, the other rested on her waist to steady her, and he slowly let her walk to where his friend was.

[writing-fanics]

when were you going to tell me?

Coriolanus Snow x F!Reader

part ii

[summary: you wake up in the hospital after the rebel bombing in the arena, with coriolanus by your side]

warning: mentions of bombing: ooc!snow

a/n: not gonna lie this idea came to me in a dream I had also wrote this while tired like if I close my eyes I’d bed asleep for hours

You groggily opened your eyes, and took in your surroundings. You couldn’t help but smile faintly, as you felt a pair of lips press against your forehead. You realized that you were in a hospital.

“Coryo?” He smiled in response rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “I’m here,” He said, looking down at his lover. You had bandages wrapped around your chest and head. “What happened?” You asked, looking at him.

“It was a rebel bombing,” He said, and you looked at him, “They’re continuing on with the games.” He added, and you just stared at him. You honestly, we’re surprised the Capitol wouldn’t let some rebel bombing delay or stop the games.

They were most definitely going to use the rebel bombing as an example.

“Lucy Gray is she-

“She’s alive saved my life.” He said, gently rubbing his lover hand. “But, Faucet tried to escape and was killed by Peacemakers.” He said, and you looked at him and nodded, you weren’t angry or mad.

“Love?” He said, looking at you and you smiled hearing the nickname he gave you.

“Yes?” You responded curiously, looking at him. But noticed the serious look on his face, “When were you going to tell me that you are with child?”he asked, your face froze and you gulped gripping the covers of the hospital bed.

[tomblythismyhusband]

hiiiii this is a request for billy!!!

what about a smutty fic where reader is riding billy while wearing his hat!? 🤍🤍

the only reason why i didn’t make this anon is so i can get the notif if you reply 😭😭

ride [billy the kid x fem!reader]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!reader | When at a party your father was throwing, you meet Billy, a cowboy that spikes your interest.

[warnings]: 18+ MDNI, teasing, pnv, fingering, language, other smut warnings yk, edited this at 2am

[wc]: 2.8k

[note]: thank you sm for the request!! y’all are creative

You hated it when your father threw parties at the ranch. They always got too crowded, too loud, and way too dangerous. You see, cowboys and alcohol weren't always the best mix. Groping hands and lustful stares always came along with it. Your father always wanted you to be present at his little gatherings, to socialize or whatnot.

You dreaded small talk with the other girls present and weren’t interested in any of the drunken cowboys that always made fools of themselves trying to woo you. You stood there, arms crossed, pressed against the wall. Observing. The air was thick with smoke, the smell filling your lungs causing your nose to scrunch slightly.

“How’s it goin’ lil lady?” A voice sounded from your right, causing you to wince. You could practically smell the whiskey of the man’s breath without even turning to face him. Deciding to be polite you directed your attention to the man. It was a blonde cowboy. He was about 5’8”, not insanely tall but not short either. He had an unsettling feeling about him that made you feel immediately uncomfortable.

You gave him a strained smile. “It’s going well.”

The cowboy gave you a drunken smile, leaning his shoulder against the wall limply. “I like yer dress, lace is my favorite. Why… ain't you just a doll.”

You kept your smile, your cheeks hurting with tension at the forced action. “Thank you.” You replied, giving a curt nod.

The man drew closer, making your chest pump with anxiety. You always hated when men thought they could invade your space just because you were a woman. You took a slight step back causing the man to let out a low chuckle.

“You nervous doll? I ain’t gonna hurt ya. You know if you’d follow me I know a nice place we can… well you know….” He slurred, drawing one of his hands up to touch one of the strands of hair cascading over your shoulders. You jolted back, immediately slamming into someone.

Firm hands placed themselves on your shoulders as you ran into whoever it was. You turned your head, looking up quickly. “I’m sor-“

Your eyes connected with the bluest eyes you'd ever seen. You hadn’t thought the phrase “taking your breath away” was true until this moment. You couldn’t breathe. The man before you was gorgeous. Soft brown curls peaked out from under his hat that he wore, framing the sharp angles of his face nicely. The light freckles on his face indicating he’d been in the sun.

“You ok?” He said in a low voice, snapping you out of your trance. You glanced at the blonde cowboy who was still staring at you as if you were a piece of meat. The brown haired cowboy cocked an eyebrow, noticing your discomfort and pleading eyes. He cleared his throat and stared at the blonde man.

“Were you botherin’ my lady?” He asked accusingly towards the man, stepping slightly in front of you. God he was tall.. he seemed to tower over you. The blonde cowboy’s face immediately paled.

“N-no I wa-“ He stuttered.

“No? Then get the fuck out of here.” The brown haired cowboy snapped.

The blonde cowboy gave an incoherent mumble before storming away. You released the breath you were holding in and looked up at the gorgeous man who had just helped you.

“Thank you. I hate talking to men like that.” You sighed. The man laughed. (which made you realize how perfect his lips were as well)

“Men like that?” He chuckled.

You nodded. “Always too drunk and grabby all the time. No respect for anyone’s space.” You made a face of disgust that made the man before you flash another lopsided grin.

“Well.. anytime.” He gave you a smile “What’s your name?” The man asked, leaning up against the wall and crossing his arms. He stepped back, respectfully giving you room to talk. The action alone made your heart thump as your eyes trailed up his body. Even through his shirt you could tell he had some muscle to him.

“Oh- Uhm.. Y/n. Y/n Charles.” You nodded.

The man’s eyes widened. “Oh so this is your ranch? Your father’s always throwin’ parties like this huh?”

You gave him a weak smile. “Yep.. fun right?” You said sarcastically.

He let out another chuckle before looking at you again.

“Billy.” He said lowly, slightly bowing his head.

You tilted your head. Where had you heard that name before? You tried to jog your memory but it was no use. Maybe you had heard your father talking about him, or maybe some girls down at the salon.

“Billy..” You repeated, smiling up at him. ��I like it.”

Billy chuckled. “Glad you like it.”

It was weird talking with Billy. You felt a bubble of desire in your stomach that you had never felt when talking to any other man. Now all of a sudden you were imagining his hands on your body, his lips on yours. You thought of his hair, wondering how it would feel if you’d drag your fingers through it.

You stared up at him, and he stared back. It wasn’t awkward, no, it was almost as if you both had an understanding. An understanding of mutual attraction. Billy wet his lips.

He leaned a bit closer, his scent filling your nose. “I know we just met but… your intrestin’ to me.” He said in a low voice.

A small smile pulled at your mouth. “I could say the same…”

Billy leaned in even closer, breath brushing the outside of your ear gently as he spoke. “We could go to your room.. get to know each other better?” His voice was rough, full of unsaid desires that made your heart palpate.

“Are you implying something a lady should be ashamed to talk about?” You teased in a whisper. Billy let out a low chuckle.

“Is that where your mind is at?” He taunted, meeting your gaze. You reached up your fingers and dragged them against the brim of his hat.

“Would it be bad if it was?” You smiled, cocking your head slightly. Billy smirked. He liked how playful you were being.

Billy’s hand found yours and he squeezed it gently, pulling you closer to him. “No… It wouldn’t.” He murmured, making your breath quicken.

You made a little tsk sound and pulled away from him. “You think I’m that easy?” You chuckled. “Nice try cowboy.” You cooed, tapping the tip of his nose playfully. Billy’s eyes widened briefly before his mouth pulled into a smirk.

“Your decision darlin’… See ya, gorgeous.” He tipped his hat then turned to walk away. You watched as he sauntered back into the crowds of people. You bit your lip as your mind replayed the interaction you just had with him. He had called you gorgeous. You couldn’t deny the fact that you found him insanely attractive- perfect even. Why were you playing hard to get? You weren’t sure why.

You continued to roam about the party, talking mindlessly with the ladies there. You tried your hardest to stay engaged in the conversations but your thoughts were still on Billy. Would it be so bad to fool around with him? Even if it was just for tonight? You couldn’t ignore the pulsing feeling in your core when you thought about it. Fuck it.

You excused yourself from whatever and whoever you were talking about quickly and started to glance around for Billy. It was still insanely crowded in the house, causing you to have to constantly say “excuse me” just to get anywhere. You searched the living room for his blue eyes but he wasn’t there. You felt a pang of fear that he had just decided to leave.

Gracefully, you slipped out of the living room and started to make your way down one of the dark hallways of your home. It was empty. The loud clamoring of the party was still heard as you walked, heels clicking on the creaking floorboards.

The bathroom door was also in this hall. You heard it open and turned. There he was.

“Billy-“ You said breathlessly. Billy’s mouth quirked up into a smirk.

“Y/n. Nice to see you again.” He joked.

You walked closer to him, tilting your head up to make eye contact. “Do you want to….”

“Yes.” He replied roughly, cutting you off before you could even finish. He grabbed your hand and led you down the hall and up the stairs, causing you to let out a little chuckle.

Once reaching the top of the stairs, you led the way, guiding him to your bedroom door. You opened it quickly. Billy was the first to step inside, pulling you in after him and immediately shutting the door. He looked around for a moment, taking note of what kind of girl you were. Your bed was made, the room tidy, and flower patterns on almost anything.

“Like it?” You teased, meeting his piercing gaze. He chuckled.

“Darlin’ do you have the key for the lock?”

You nodded quickly, striding over to your beside table to dig for the key in one of the drawers. Once found, you hurriedly locked the door with a simple click.

Upon hearing the sound Billy instantly grabbed your hips and pushed you up against the door. You dropped the key onto the ground, not caring where it ended up. You just wanted Billy right now.

You felt Billy’s bulge pressed into you, making you gasp. By no means were you a virgin- but you weren’t used to this.

“Fuck doll…” Billy rasped. “I don’t know how respectable I can be to you right now..” His grip on your hips tightened. Billy was restraining himself. Even though all he wanted to do right now was to tear off every piece of lacy cloth you were wearing he was holding himself back. You snaked your hands up to place themselves on his shoulders.

“Don’t hold back- I’m all yours tonight.” Before you could even get the last word out, his lips were on yours. The reassurance was helpful, making Billy feel as if you really wanted this. Which you did. Desperately.

Billy’s lips worked against yours with a roughness you’d never known you’d liked. One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pulling you flush against his lips even more. He tasted sweet, the softness of his mouth making you almost melt into him.

He still had his hat on- which you didn’t mind, you liked it. You soon felt his fingers leave your hips and neck and trail down and move to your back, where the laces of your corset were. His hands moved quickly, untying it with ease. You lifted your arms up and broke the kiss as he pulled it off of you and threw it to the side.

His hands then pulled at your dress as you took his lips back onto yours, unbuttoning and buttons needed and letting it slip off your shoulders and onto the floor. He parted from your lips to look down at the lacy cami and cloth shorts you were left in.

“Darlin’ you're just too much.” He groaned, his hands cupping your ass.

You smirked up at him and moved your hand to slide down one of his suspenders. “Let me see you.”

He complied instantly and started to tear off his clothes. When he lifted his shirt you could help but gasp. He was toned, muscled, scarred, perfect. He threw his shirt to the side and you reached a hand to trace a faint scar on his abdomen.

“Knife fight.” He said softly as he unzipped his pants, loving how curious you were. Your hands felt soft on his body, so gentle.

Your eyes flicked up to his. “You're perfect.” Billy chuckled at this, pulling your body closer to his as his pants fell to the ground.

“You're one to talk. I’ve ain’t never seen anyone as gorgeous as ya..” He reached up to take off his hat, but before he could throw it aside you grabbed it.

“Darlin what-?”

“Shh….” You coaxed, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bed. You pushed him gently to sit, and he immediately complied, liking this side of you. You put on the hat with a giggle and shimmied out of your cotton shorts. Billy’s cock twitched in his underwear at the sight. It felt like you were torturing him, depriving him of the touch he starved for.

Next you slid off your cami, letting your breasts sit nicely on your figure, throwing that to the side as well. You stepped forward and bent down slightly to place a palm on Billy’s bulge. He immediately let out a pained moan. “Your tourturin’ me doll.”

You giggled as you ran your other hand down his shoulder. “I could go even slower.” You teased.

Then unexpectedly Billy grabbed your hips and pulled you onto him, causing your let out a yelp of surprise. Billy immediately places his lips on one of your nipples, kissing and swirling his tongue around the area.

“No fair.” You gasped. His hands ran all over your body, as well as his lips.

Billy let out a chuckle, the voice sending a vibrating feeling through your body. “Another second and I would’ve gone crazy darlin’.”

You melted under his touch, his calloused fingertips adding to the realness of his hands. You pulled your fingers through his hair as he kissed your collarbones.

“I need more.” You whined.

Billy smirked. “And to think you had brushed me off the first time I offered this to you down stairs…..”

“Please-“ You begged again. Billy cupped your ass in response to lift you off of his lap so he could yank down the only fabric of his boxers separating him from your cunt.

You looked down at his cock as you straddled him. It was big, you’d never seen one this big before. You bit your lip, Billy squeezed your hips and kissed your jaw.

“Ready darlin’…” He mumbled against your skin. You nodded and he lifted you up, positioning your body over his throbbing cock. You sunk down letting out a strained moan as he filled you up. You were now sitting entirely on him, stretching out the walls of your soaked cunt.

“Take me s’good.” Billy rasped as you started to grind your hips. One of your hands flew up to hold Billy’s hat that still was placed snug on your head. You were so wet he slid right in, no issue. You slowly began to move up and down with Billy assisting you by lifting your hips.

You tilted your head back, squeezing your eyes shut, still keeping the hat on your head. Breathy moans escaped your lips as you moved. Billy picked up the pace, slamming you harder down onto his cock rhythmically.

“Fuck-“ You whimpered as he let out a groan.

“Ride me so good..” He mumbled. His own head was limp as he moved you faster and faster on his cock. Right now you were perfect. So tight. Molded perfectly for him. Your free hand dug into his shoulder. The nail marks left on him would be deep by the end of this.

You rode him harder as tears prickled in your eyes. Every time he slammed into you your body vibrates with pleasure. The tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with precision.

Billy took one of his hands off your hips and moved it to start massaging circles on your clit, adding to the pleasure. You paused your moment for a moment, not expecting the added stimulation. You head slumped onto Billy’s shoulder, body shaking.

You felt Billy’s mouth brush against your ear. "C' mon darlin’.. I’m almost there… You're doing so well.” He praised.

You gave a weak nod and started to move again, a throaty moan escaping Billy’s lips. With his fingers on your clit and his cock slamming your walls you were in heaven.

“Almost there doll.” He groaned again, kissing your neck as you moved on him, your stamina decreasing by the second. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, a sign that you were getting closer.

“Billy-“ You breathed, arching your back, holding his hat still firm on your head.

“I know darlin’, I know..” He murmured as he closed his eyes and let his mouth fall open. You watched as he came, filling your already overstimulated cunt with his cum. Your orgasm hit you as well, sending your body into a fit of shakiness.

You became still, his cock still throbbing with pleasure as you clung to him, your bodies slick with sweat. Billy brushed some of your hair from your forehead and kissed it.

“I like how you kept my hat on.” Billy smirked, looking down at you. “Suits ya.”

You let out a breathless chuckle. “Thank you.”

You tilted your head up to kiss his soft lips. He seemed so tender now, so gentle.

Finally after a while of kissing you slid off of him, cum dripping down your thighs.

“When can I see you again Y/n?” He drawled, holding your waist so you were still close to him.

“Anytime you want to get your hat back.” You teased.

Billy’s eyebrows raised with amusement. “You keepin’ it?”

You kissed his nose. “It’s mine now.”

[littlemissmiller]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓’𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓

Pairing: dark! billy the kid x reader

Summary: when billy makes it to Lincoln country, he’s betting on the fact that no one knows who he is or what he’s done, but you do. at a poker game one night, he spots you and just has to escort you back…

Warning: 21+ (drinking and smoking), fluff, smut, choking, degradation( use of whore), dark! billy, dom! billy, rough sex, oral (m receiving), dirty talk

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: hi :) soooo this was inspired by last week’s episode where he says “looking for me…here i am” yeah that scene was so hot like 🥵 (i plan on watching the new episode tomorrow or tonight but i work 12 hr hospital shifts y’all so bare with me) anyways, i wrote this quick lil fic for y’all! it’s dark. it’s hot. like ghost pepper hot 🌶️ and…i have a billy request coming soon but i wanted to get this out since i got inspired soooo enjoy enjoy enjoy ♥︎

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It is a clean, quiet night in Lincoln County. Billy is just getting to know the place and is wary. Wary about who did and didn’t know of his past here, but at least he’s been given a chance to start over. At least he thinks. As he walks into the Saloon for a drink, he cautiously looks around. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. A few patrons sitting at the bar, a few poker games happening at various tables. The evening seems perfectly normal. Then something catches his eye. You. You’re at a back table, a fat stack of chips in front of you and a wide smirk on your face. Billy is all too intrigued. You look at him, biting your lip and batting your eyes. He notices your attention towards him and strides. forward.

“Howdy ma’am.” He tips his hat “Deal me in Sam.” He states, eyes focusing intently on your own.

You can’t help but gawk at him slightly. The faint dim of the lights shadow his handsome features, outlining his jaw, nose and lips. His ocean blue eyes practically melt you and you cross your legs to manage the throbbing heat.

“You look familiar” you speak up

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing” Billy asks

“I think it’s a good thing.” You smile deviantly

He smiles back, cocking his head and looking at his cards.

“So you’ve seen me around then?”

“In one way or another…”

As the round starts, you watch Billy closely, looking at his body language to speak to you. He looks at his cards again and shows no expression on his face. He places his bet and glances up at you. You look at your cards. A straight. You place your bet, matching Billy’s. You reveal your cards and then he shows you his. Three of a kind.

“Oh sorry baby…” you mock, taking his chips happily

The next round starts and this time Billy is able to win some of his chips back with a straight of his own. The game continues for a few more rounds until it comes down to you and Billy. You look at your cards. You’re one card away from a straight flush. The best hand you’ve had all night and you take your chances. You go all in. Billy looks at his card emotionless, matching your actions.

“What’s your game, cowboy?” You ask

“To win...” he quips back

You grin and show your cards. The small crowd around you lets out a few small gasps

“Well what ya got then?”

Billy keeps his eyes firmly on you as he reveals his own cards. The crowd gasps again. Royal flush. You gasp in awe, a look of disappointment spreading on your face. Your heart sinks and he slides your chips back towards him.

“Good game ma’am” he states, sticking out his hand.

You take it and he raises it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Can I walk ya home?” He asks and you nod.

You follow him to his horse and he rides you back to your home. You rent a small apartment above the local post office and invite him upstairs. Once in your apartment, Billy takes off his hat, setting it on the table and taking a seat on your couch.

“I got whiskey Mr…”

“Bonney, my name is William Bonney.”

You smile and introduce yourself.

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance” you grin, getting out a couple of glasses and pouring you each a glass of whiskey.

“What brings you to Lincoln?” You ask

“Looking for a fresh start.” He remarks

“Oh yeah” you state, taking a seat next to him.

He takes a sip of his whiskey, eyeing you. He can’t help but let them trail down your body, fixated on your cleavage for a moment before finding your eyes once again.

“So what’s a beautiful thing such as yourself doing playing cards?”

“Who doesn’t like extra money…” you sip your drink

“Well what do you do for work?” He asks

“Right now, help out with my daddy’s storefront. What about you?”

“Nothing right now, but I’m looking to do some cattle ranching…”

“That can make good money.”

“It can, I still feel bad for taking yours…

“Don’t. You play fair. Don’t cheat.”

You take another drink, feeling warm as the brown liquid pours down your throat like fire.

“Yes, but I still feel bad taking from a lady like that.”

“Well why don’t you make it up to me then?”

He cups your face, leans in and places a chaste kiss on your lips. He starts slow, gentle, his mouth moving passionately. You set your drink down and clasp the back of his neck. You let his lips overtake your own, moving your mouth in sync with his. You’ve never been kissed like this before. You can taste his desires, the way he wants to utterly devour you, yet handle you with care, at first. He pulls back and looks at you.

“That work for ya?” He asks sweetly

“It might. But what else do you got for me Mr. Bonney?”

“You can call me Billy….” He inserts

“Billy” you repeat, whispering

“So tell me then doll? What else can I do to make it up? How do you like it?” He asks

You bite your lip at such a bold question, and scoot closer to him.

“I want you to take control of me Billy, take control, wrangle me like one of them bulls.”

A dark, lustful gaze clouds over his eyes and he smirks at the request, amused by your own brashness. He nods and wraps a hand around your waist standing you up.

“Where’s your bedroom doll?” He grits, brushing his thumb along your chin, still gripping you tightly.

“In here” you point to the room behind you and he pushes you back, capturing your mouth as he does. You move until you hit the back of your bed, legs giving out on the edge of the mattress. He pushes you down, stripping himself of his suspenders, and quickly undoing his shirt. He rips it off, tossing it to the ground, revealing his perfectly toned figure. Billy wastes no time getting your clothes off as well, pulling your dress down your shoulders, exposing your breasts.

“You sure you want me like how you asked darling, I may not be able to hold myself back once I start.”

“Please, take me…”

“Fuck” he breathes, stripping you even more from your dress.

He cups your breast harshly, groping, pinching, and squeezing at them. You mewl and whine under him. He leans down, wrapping his lips around your nipple, replacing his fingers with the sucking and pulling of his lips. You moan loudly, your cries filling the room and he aggressively ravishes your chest, going from one side to the other. You hold the back of his head, loving the feeling of how his soft, chocolate brown locks pass through your fingers. Billy has other plans.

He takes your hands from the back of his head, gripping your wrists tightly, and holding them above your head in one hand. He grunts and looks directly into your eyes.

“You want me to wrangle ya pretty girl? Hmm, is that what you want?”

You nod and he pushes his mouth back against your own, pressing on you sternly. He gives you harsh, quick, forceful pecks that leave you wanting more. Your lips try and stay on his but he keeps pulling away too fast for you to enjoy it. Just enough to leave you wanting more. The grip on your wrist becomes tighter, and you whine. The hand that is still manipulating your breasts moves to recapture your throat. You gasp and he gives you a squeeze.

“Keep your hands above your head.” He instructs, loosening his grip and moving his hand to cup your face.

He continues to choke you in one hand, the other caressing your chin.

“Open your mouth.” He commands, tapping your jaw and you obey.

He spits furiously into your mouth. You swallow. The pad of his thumb trails your bottom lip. He scoffs at you in amusement, his cocky grin showing just how much he likes doing this to you. And you like him being rough with you. He coos at you, sticking his fingers in your mouth. You suck and lick them and he shoves them further down your throat. You gag, prompting Billy to chuckle sinfully.

“Ya gonna gag on my length like that?“

You nod and he unbuckles his pants, hastily removing his fingers from your mouth to his belt buckle. You wiggle out of the rest of your dress, becoming completely bare for him. The dress falls off the bed and onto the floor. Then, he commands you to get on all fours and you do. He pulls his pants down, cock popping out in front of your face, as he gets onto his knees. You gawk up at him and take him in your hand. He’s so full and long, making your core throb thinking about it being inside you. You stroke him, and as you do, he tangles his finger through your hair, holding your face. He takes himself back in his hand, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours.”

You part your lips and look at him, doe eyed. You wrap your lips around the tip, and start to slowly bob your head, still jerking him off as you do. He tilts his head back momentarily then looks back at you. You sink your lips down further and further until the tip hits the back of your throat. You slowly pull back then move down again. You speed up and Billy shoves the back of your head and moves you on his dick. He groans, enjoying how perfectly your lips fit around him.

“Fuck that’s it.”

He rocks his hips and you gag.

“That’s it on gag on my cock doll.”

You pull back for a moment to breathe, but Billy shoves himself back in. He ruts into you a few more times before pulling out. You gasp and he grabs your chin, pulling you up to his face.

“Such a good little thing ain’t ya.”

“Still feel bad about taking my money now?”

“Nah…cause this is what you want right. You need a man to keep you on edge. You like it, I can tell…” he whispers , pressing his lips against the shell of your earlobe and kissing it. You nod and he grips your face tighter.

“Now, wanna show me that cute ass of yours darling.”

You nod again and turn around to crawl back onto all fours. You stick your butt out at him and he moans. He grabs your ass cheek in one hand, loving how the meaty fresh look in-between his fingers. He gives it a slap and you yelp slightly. Then, he slicks his length against your folds. You whine and mewl at the sensation until he shoves it into you, slowly sliding in until he bottoms out.

Greedy, he speeds ups, hips and balls slapping against your ass. He loves watching it bounce and jiggle. He loves to grope it, play with it. He continues his pace, his cock teasing your cervix over and over. He bends down, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down your back. Wanting more he pulls you back up with him. He holds you flush against his chest, fucking up into you.

“Tell me something. You knew who I was didn’t ya?” He snarls

“You’re William Antrim, I’ve seen your wanted posters before…”

You nod, gasping to breathe as his hand slithers up to choke you. Billy’s teeth grazed your earlobe and you barely registered his voice as he spoke to you.

“You know I’m a wanted man darling, wanted in several counties…” he breathes

You nod.

“And there are a lot of people looking for me, yet here I am. Fucking you like a common whore, just because she likes the taste of dangerous men.”

He snakes his arm around to play with your clit and you're nearly done for. You squirm and writhe against his body, and he continues to play with you. Torture and overwhelm your senses. He pushes you back down and starts to give you more forceful, precise thrusts with his cock. He deliberately bounces you against him, no longer needy and sloppy. He pounds you, rocking you and the bed. The sounds of your collective pleasure fill the room. He pulls out, guiding you from your stomach to your back. He wastes no time and resumes his actions. He splays his hand over your tummy, knowing that he’s about to spill his load out onto you. But not until you come for him. He pushes down on your pelvis, the pressure adding to your pleasure.

“Are you going to cum for me darling ?”

“Mhmm, I’m so close please…”

He moves his hand back down to your clit, swirling the little nub. Your face scrunches up and your mouth falls open. You’ve never had a man make you feel this good before. So euphoric, caught on a high you want to ride over and over again. Then you feel yourself fall fully into the pleasure of his hand and cock. Squeezing him tight, you let yourself go, the tight knot in your stomach blissfully unraveling. Soon, Billy is finishing too, letting his white, warm, cum splatter your stomach. He uses your body like a canvas and when he’s completely spent he moves off the bed, cock in hand. He searches for something to wipe you both off.

“The wash rag in that basin is just fine love.” You remark

He takes it, cleans himself, then crawls back on the bed and over you. He kisses you gently, then both your cheeks, and washes you off. After he tosses it to the ground and holds your face, giving you one last kiss. He starts to stand back up, finding the rag and cleaning himself up some more.

“Got any smokes dear?” You ask and he nods

He finds his pants and digs around for a pack and a match box. He finds both, walking them to you and taking one for himself. He lights yours, then his own.

“Thanks, you gonna stay?”

“If you want” he takes a seat “I’m still getting settled in so right now I’m renting a room. You said your father is a shopkeeper around here…”

“Yeah. You been by Tunstall’s yet?”

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[anonynaomi]

PWMOV: POPPY AND ALEX COULD NOT HAVE BEEN MORE PERFECT??!!

(and they’re also both my very recent obsessions oh the universe works in mysterious ways)

Poppy played by Emily Bader (as seen on My Lady Jane)

Alex played by Tom Blyth (as seen on The Hunger Games)

I’m so so excited for the People We Meet on Vacation movie aaahhh

[catoslvt]

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Day of the reaping

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your family (The Flickermans) have a lot of money.

already together

As I begin sprinting up the stairs to Coriolanus' penthouse, I regret opting for the shoes with even a slight heel, but I needed to look good today.

I stand in front of his front door and begin knocking, placing my empty hand against my chest in an attempt to calm my breathing.

"Y/n, I thought Coriolanus was meeting you at the Academy." Tigris tells me as she pulls open the door.

"I've got shoes for him." I whisper to her, and she kisses both of my cheeks before pointing over to Coriolanus' room, and I smile at her before walking over to his door, giving it a gentle knock before walking in, hiding the shoes and the bag behind my back.

"Y/n, I thought I was supposed to get you at the Academy." Coriolanus states as he glances up at me before he begins to put his shoes on.

"Sorry, I'm only here because I bought you something that I couldn't give you at the Academy." I tell him and his eyebrows furrow as he looks over at me, so I first of all hand him over the bag of food which is leftovers from my families breakfast and also some other ingredients so they could make their meals better.

"Obviously, the leftovers in case you're hungry now, obviously there's the lunch at the Academy but people will be watching so you won't be able to take as much as you like, and then whatever you don't eat you can leave for Tigris and Grandma'am." I first of all say, and coriolanus smiles as he takes a peek in the bag, and Coriolanus goes back to putting on his shoes thinking that was it.

"There's one more thing." I tell him, and he stops again and looks at me before I reveal the shoes from behind my back, and Coriolanus' face drops in shock, and i smile slightly before passing them over to him and he sits them on his bed.

"I love you, you know that, right?" He tells me as he smiles and stands up, making his way to stand right in front of me and wrap his arms around my waist.

I go to say I love him too but he cuts me off.

"No, I mean seriously, how did I manage to find someone as perfect as you? Not to mention how gorgeous you look today." He tells me as he takes only a step back to look at my whole dress.

"I love you too." I reply, smiling to try and hide my blush as I wrap my arms around his neck and we both go in for a kiss, meeting in the middle.

It's short and sweet because I pull away laughing pointing over at the shoes.

"We're gonna be late. Hurry up." I state, half joking but half serious, and Coriolanus nods before sitting back down on his bed, removing the shoes that are too small for him and putting on the ones I bought for him. Once they're completely on, he stands up with a small jump and admires himself in the half broken mirror that remains in his room before motioning for me to stand beside him and I do.

I'm not going to lie. We look really good together, Coriolanus and I compliment each other much like salt compliments pepper.

"I'll take something from the bag and eat it on our way to the Academy, the rest I'll leave to Tigris and her creative mind." Coriolanus tells me before his eyes widen.

"Thank you, y/n." He states before he turns around and kisses me over and over on the lips until we are both laughing and he's pulling away to find something to eat in the bag.

As Coriolanus and I walk to the academy, I suddenly remember something my dad had spoke about last night.

"Do you know they're beginning to tax everyone in housing?" I ask him, and he turns to look at me, almost stopping in his tracks.

"To help rebuild the Capitol, it's this new law that every household will need to pay tax." I continue and he shakes his head slightly.

"My dad said if you're gonna need help paying the taxes, then we can help out, and if they get too much, you can all move in with us, I mean you would sleep in my room probably and then there's plenty of spare rooms." I tell him and he continues to walk but shakes his head again.

"You and your family have done too much for me and my family." Coriolanus argues.

"If it was the other way about, I'd hope you'd do the same for me." I tell him, turning my head to look at him slightly.

"Of course I would. It's just a bit embarrassing having to constantly get help from your girlfriend and her family." He sighs, and we both drop the conversation before we get close to the Academy.

"I like your shirt, is it new?" I ask Coriolanus as we climb the steps to the Academy.

"It was one of my father's, Tigris fixed it up." He whispers to me, and I nod.

As we walk into the hall, it's full of people, and we're not even late. We're like fifteen minutes early, actually.

"I'm gonna go and see if my dad's here yet." I tell Coriolanus as we begin to walk to Satyria, one of our teachers who are particularly fond of Coriolanus. If he wasn't one of her students, I'm sure she would've tried something with him by now.

"Okay, I'll save you a seat at the reaping if I don't see you." He says, pressing a light kiss to my head before I walk away in search of my dad, and I find him almost instantly. However, he's talking to Dean Highbottom, so I let out a small sigh but put on a fake smile as I approach them, it's not that I don't like Highbottom, he's never done anything to me personally and my dad's had him over for dinner a few times, but it's as if he personally targets Coriolanus.

"Ah y/n, I was just talking about you." Highbottom announces as I stand next to my dad.

"Saying good things, I presume?" I say with a smile which he returns.

"Where's the Snow boy?" He then asks, and I motion towards the last place I saw him standing.

"With Satyria, or at least he was when I left." I answer, and he nods before diverting his attention back to my dad.

"I better go and get ready, I'll see you after the ceremony." Highbottom says before turning away and walking off, and once he's out of view my dad rolls his eyes slightly.

"What's his fascination with Coriolanus?" I whisper, and he just shrugs before raising his glass to his lips and taking a small sip.

"Does he like the shoes?" My dad asks me, and I nod.

"Loves them." I answer.

I stay at my dads side until every mentor is called down to the front to take a seat, and my eyes instantly fall on Coriolanus and the empty seat between him and Sejanus.

When Sejanus gets told he has the boy from district two, I feel his whole body tensing from beside me, and I can't help but feel bad.

He's from district two.

"The girl from district four belongs to.. y/n flickerman." Highbottom says, flashing me the smallest smile and I nod slightly.

My dad must've bought a good tribute for me.

"I'm gonna get a bad tribute." Coriolanus groans, and I grab his hand and give it a tight squeeze.

"If you do, I'll swap tributes with you." I whisper and he squeezes my hand back.

"And the girl tribute of district twelve goes to Coriolanus Snow." Highbottom says, a subtle evil look flashing over his face, and I watch as the blood drains from Coriolanus' face.

"Shit." He mutters, and everyone begins standing up and talking to each other about what tribute they got, Sejanus, Clemensia, Coriolanus, and I all stand together and we all notice the upset look on Sejanus' face.

"What is it? Aren't you happy? District Two, the boy. That's the pick of the litter." Coriolanus asks Sejanus and my eyes widen.

"You forget I'm part of that litter." Sejanus states harshly before his forehead creases in concentration.

"I'm sure my father requested it. He's always trying to get my mind right." Sejanus then goes on to say before were all instructed to go back to our seats in preparation for the live reaping from each district and also the Capitol Anthem.

Once we're done singing, although half of the students around me sounded like total messes because they didn't know the words, our attentions all focus on the floor to ceiling screen showing the live airing of district twelve where Coriolanus' tribute is about to be called.

"The district twelve girl tribute is Lucy Grey Baird." The president exclaims, and the camera quickly swivels around and focuses on a girl who looks a year younger than me. She's wearing a bright and bold dress, her hair wrapped in beautiful flowers, and she's.. even wearing makeup. If I didn't know any better, I would've said she looks part of the Capitol.

Instead of walking towards the stage, she walks into the crowd of girls and pulls something from her skirt and puts something down another girls collar, a snake I'm pretty sure due to its colours.

"What is she doing." I whisper to myself, and the hall comes to life with people talking to the people beside them.

I zone out, staring at the screen, Coriolanus really needs the prize money. He needs to win this, and the girl looks like a fine tribute, but is she a fighter? She certainly doesn't look like one despite putting a snake down another girls dress.

I'm snapped out my deep thoughts when the screen shows the girl now singing on the stage, as if she's really enjoying this, as though she knows we're a part of her little show.

"Looks like you've got a songbird on your hands." I tell Coriolanus as we add lunch to our plates.

"Tell me if you want anything else on your plate, and I'll put it on mine." I whisper to him, and he nods slightly and only points to a few other things before we take our plates and head towards the table Clemensia sits at.

"I'm gonna go get a dessert before they're all ran out. Do you want one?" He asks as he stares at me.

"Get two of whatever you want." I say, nodding, knowing fine well I'm gonna let him eat my dessert.

"Your tribute looks terrifying." Clemensia tells me as she lets out a small laugh, and I nod in agreement.

"I'm scared for when we need to meet them. She'll probably kill me or something." I tell her, and we both laugh and a few moments pass and I realise Coriolanus isn't back so I begin looking around for him and realise Highbottom is talking to him and Coriolanus looks slightly upset.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Clemensia asks me, and I shrug.

"He's probably being a dick to Coryo, as always." I sigh before Highbottom walks away from Coriolanus, allowing him to walk back to our table with two slices of pie.

"I don't like pie." I say, which is a lie. I love pie.

Coriolanus notices my lie and smiles a little at me before trying to play it off to Clemensia.

"What kind of boyfriend are you? You two have been together for three years and you forgot your girlfriend didn't like pie!" She exclaims, clearly joking, but Coriolanus took a second to realise she was being sarcastic.

"I used to like it but then I was really ill once and I ate my favourite pie and puked." I continue to lie and she nods.

"I'm gonna go sit with Juno. That idea of puking pie before he's gonna eat pie makes me feel like I'm gonna puke." She tells us with a laugh before grabbing her plate and walking over to Junos table.

"Do you want to come over after we eat?" Coriolanus asks as he stares at me, and I nod slightly, not talking with my mouth full.

"Grandma'am won't mind if you stay." He adds before I swallow my mouth full.

"Can we go over to my house first so I can get some clothes to change into, and I can also ask Cook to make a roast or something." I offer, and he continues to eat his food.

"Once we're done, we can go find my dad to ask if I can stay at yours, and he could also drive us to my house." I state, he nods, not taking his eyes off his food.

"Do you have everything?" My dad asks as he turns around in the car to face me and Coriolanus.

"Clothes, pyjamas, and the roast." I list and he nods.

"I'll see you tomorrow, enjoy dinner and tell grandma'am and Tigris they're welcome over anytime." He says, and I nod before leaning over and kissing my dad on the cheek.

"I will dad, love you, bye." I say as I begin pushing into Coriolanus trying to give him the hint to open the car door.

"Love you." My dad says back and coriolanus smiles at my dad.

"Thank you, Lucky." He says to my dad with a slight nod and my dad laughs.

"No problem, son, you mean a lot to y/n, so you mean a lot to me too." My dad remarks, and I let out a small laugh before leaning over Coriolanus and opening the door myself almost sending Coriolanus toppling out.

"BYE!" I exclaim before slamming the door.

Coriolanus and I lay on his bed. It's a double, so there's enough space for both of us to lay beside each other, but I always somehow make my way closer to Coriolanus, my head resting on his chest and my leg and arm somewhere sprawled across his body.

"I dont deserve you or your family." Coriolanus sighs, and I shake my head.

"Don't say that." I argue and he sighs.

"I love you." I say before i lift my head from his chest and turn my face to face him, both of us smiling.

"I love you too." He states before he kisses me.

[jhkfan123]

enchanted - tom blyth | ch. 10

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✦x.

you pulled tom into a quieter place outside. there was a decent amount of space between you two and the next person, besides, most people were inside the party already. it was a perfectly quiet place for the two of you to chat. the two of you maneuvered through different decorative pillars that were placed around, and found a secluded spot. you finally came to a stop and faced him. you took a breath. 

"alright, what's up?" he asked. what's up? what's up is that your a liar, is what you wanted to say.  there was no way he was totally clueless of what was going on. and, maybe he had even noticed your instagram, and the taken down posts. maybe he had noticed the outfit choice tonight.  maybe had had noticed your half-smile on the red carpet. 

maybe he had noticed how much you wanted him to kiss you that night. 

"ok, we need to talk." you repeated. 

"look, y/n-

"no, let me talk first." you interrupted him. you had so much to say, yet no idea what to say. "look, tom, i could handle you dating rachel, but you lying about it, i can't handle." you spewed. tom looked at you, confusion in his face. you wondered if he was going to continue to deny anything. 

"y/n, what do you mean." he asked, still questioning you. you looked at him. hadn't he known about how many people saw the posts of them last night? 

"tom. you simply cannot come up to me, and say that there's nothing going on between you and rachel, have rachel reaffirm that statement, and then have her get into your car, with your coat on, in the same night. you cannot treat me like that." you decided to completely open up to him. be completely honest with him, about your thoughts and feelings. he once again, looked puzzled. you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "don't act dumb about this." 

"ok, first of all she was co-" 

"guys, what are you doing over here? the party's amazing!" you heard rachels voice approaching. you both turned to her.  she walked up to both of you and placed her hand on your shoulder. she tried to reach tom's but the height difference made it difficult. eventually she gave up. you were agitated that she had interrupted your conversation, and you were very scared she was going to steal tom away, whisk him away to the party. 

"we're having a conversation." tom responded. you nodded at her. she seemed curious. you were not going to let her push herself into this conversation. 

"yea. we are. we will be in soon, though, ok? see you in there." you had hoped that had given her the impression that she was not part of this conversation. the subject of this conversation? yes. but not part of it. her smile dropped, and she just gave a solemn nod and began to walk away. you sighed deeply. you really needed this time with him. to talk with him. you glanced back at him, and found him already looking back at you. he couldn't stop looking down at the slit of your dress. it almost made you blush, you couldn't control your face, though.  you felt your cheeks get hot, and you couldn't do anything about it. 

but you had to focus back on the elephant in the room. you shook him off and became formal once more. 

"finish your response." you demanded. he focused in again. 

"oh, yeah. i would never lie to you, y/n.  i swear, she was just cold." you accidentally laughed. you saw his face become silently angry. he took a deep inhale. "and her driver had an emergency, and i was just being nice. i gave her a ride because she didn't have one." two perfect coincidences for the perfect photos. 

if she was cold, why would she have had the coat over her shoulders and not on her physically? you weren't sure if jealousy was coming up with these questions, or your mind. 

"tom. i'm just going to say it. why would you let that get public. you know how the media is in this industry. you had to have known that people would get photos of you. i mean, that is common knowledge in hollywood." he thought for a moment. 

"i, i don't know." he sighed. "i don't. but y/n, please believe me when i say that there is nothing going on between me and rachel." he pleaded. 

"tom. please don't lie"

"i'm not lyi-"

"it's ok if you like rachel. i mean, she's flawless-"

"what?" he said, a little louder, to stop the overlap.  you questioned him back. "say that again." he asked. so you repeated. he took a deep breath. 

"ok, first of all, she's not flawless." he responded. you rolled your eyes. he was dead serious.

"what do you mean-" 

"she isn't you." 

"what?" you felt like the world had gone silent, and still.

"she's not you. i mean," he laughed at himself. "if anyones flawless, it's you."  you froze. you couldn't move. what was he talking about? was he being serious? you silently begged him to continue on. "y/n. you are the most flawless person i've ever met. everything about you. your smile, god your smile. your laugh. your entire personality. everything. everything.  and, i know that these past couple of days, things have gotten insanely out of hand with the media, and rachel, and everything that could have gone wrong, has gone wrong, and i hate that. because you don't deserve any of that. and your right. quite honestly, from the moment i met you, i knew there was something special about you. and then, as time went on, i really fell head over heels for you. and i was scared to tell you because i had no idea how you'd react. and its just recently come to me that you might feel the same because i was blinded by the stress of filming, and press, and everything that followed. i began to reach out to you more, and then at the party, at my party, god." he continued to ramble on. "after what happened to you-" he chocked on his words slightly. "after what happened to you at the party, i didn't even know what to do. i had never felt that guilt before. so i shut myself out of your life for a while because i felt like it was my fault. and i don't know why, i shouldn't have. and then everything spiraled out of control with the rumors and- and i just didn't know what to do. but please, y/n, please, believe me when i say that i love you."  he finally allowed himself a long exhale. you were still processing for seconds after he ended. you couldn't get anything out of your mouth. anything except his name. 

"tom, i-" that was all you said. but it said enough. you looked up at him. it was mere seconds before he enveloped your lips in his. he crashed his lips into yours rather suddenly, but you went along with it. he kissed you like he was starving. starving for all those missed out moments. the kiss eventually brought you up against a pillar. you felt his arms slither around your waist. you kept kissing him, and just when you thought you were done, he would prove you wrong. 

up against the pillar, one of his arms moved off you waist and down to your upper leg. the slit in your dress made it easy for him to access your leg. his touch on your skin sent you in spirals. it was what you had been waiting for for so long. too long. eventually, he got up to your garter. wanting to fully take in the moment, you pushed his arm down slightly. he didn't seem to mind. 

finally, after a long time, he finally pulled away. he looked at you. took in all the features of your face. he pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear, and smiled at you. you quietly laughed. both of you seemed so happy. 

"i waited far to long to do that." he reprimanded himself. 

"i waited far to long for that." you responded. he laughed. "also. now that were, on good terms," he laughed again, "what did you say to me in the ballroom?" he thought for a moment, then realized what you were referring too. 

"oh. that. i, um." he hesitated. 

"what. what is it. say it." you pushed him. 

"i just said that, um, you looked amazing. always." now you really were blushing. you looked down, and he picked your head up by your chin, claiming he wanted to see your face. 

"i have a question for you too." he asked. you couldn't help but get nervous. you gestured for him to go ahead. 

"is this look another way to get back at me and rachel?" he asked. you glanced down at your dress, which was now slightly wrinkled. you noticed your pearls, and your accessories. 

"of course it was." you replied with confidence. he laughed. he also asked you about the instagram posts, to which you just replied, "i'm petty." 

"tom, how are you going to deal with this. you have the entire rachel and you thing, and, neither of you have shut it down yet. what are you going to do?" you couldn't really do much, it had to be tom. 

"i'm going to make an instagram story, or something. i'm going to say something. get rachel to say something too." he replied, quickly. you found a sense of comfort in that. 

"and what about, us." you asked. 

"we will deal with us tommorow. now come on, you don't want to miss out on the oscar's afterparty, do you?" he took your hand in his, and the two of you made your way inside. 

A/N: GUYS I PROMISE THIS ISN'T THE END BUT NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TRY TO MAKE IT NOT SOULD LIKE AN END IT JUST DOESN'T WORK BUT I PROMISE I AM EXPECTING TO HAVE 2+ MORE CHAPTERS.

[iliveonteaandbooks]

Flower Crowns

Word Count: 693 words (Sorry it's a short one)

Pairing: Young! Coriolanus Snow x Reader

A/N: I loved writing this and I hope you loved it to! I feel like something in this style would make a good mini - series or series. What do you think? Please do not copy kr get too inspired with my work, reblogs are however, appreciated. Keep in mind I have not yet edited, so please excuse and mispelling and grammatical errors. Please like and comment! Thank you!

Coriolanus watched the quick and gentle movements of your hands, bending the stem of a cornflower behind another one, carefully twisting it and doing the same for a daisy.

You worked briskly through the next few flowers from the bouquet laying beside you, which both you and Coriolanus spent the previous hour gathering. The flowers consisting of daisies, cornflowers, and bluebells, along with a few leftover poppies, blanket flowers, and asters from your flower crown.

Coriolanus gently smiled to himself as he watched your cute, scrunched up in concentration face as you continued the flower crown in your hands, fully unaware of the icy - blue eyes watching you lovingly.

His eyes traced every one of your features, as if trying to memorize them.

Your mesmerizing eyes he could drown in.

Your adorable nose.

Your sweet lips...

The thoughts of kissing them filled his head and another smile, even bigger than before, appeared on his face.

His eyes lingered on your soft skin, glowing in the sunlight. Oh how he wished he could gently trace his hands across your soft cheek with his fingers, as his lips hovered over yours, noses brushing against each other, and eyelashes tickling each other.

Your hair glimmered against the sun's rays and desperately fought the urge to comb his hand through your strands of hair, soft against his fingertips.

His gaze trailed down back to your hands. He wanted to feel the warm softness of your silk - like hands against his pale, slender ones.

The gorgeous wildflowers you were holding and the ones beside you could not compare to the enchanted beauty he saw in you.

"Coryo? Coryo!" you snapped your fingers in front of him, trying to wake him from his trance.

He blinked, suddenly alert.

"Yes, love?" Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname. You hated it, yet loved it all at once.

"I've been trying to get your attention for nearly a hundred years, Coryo!" you sighed exasperatedly, a hint of humor in your voice.

You were one of the only people able to call him that. If it was anyone else, your friendship and perhaps your life would have been long gone.

He smirked at you.

"Sorry, love." he wasn't sorry at all.

"I finished your flower crown." you smiled sheepishly, suddenly shy.

You showed him the finished product.

Daisies, cornflowers, and bluebells elegantly intertwined to create a crown like never before.

"It's beautiful, love." breathed Coriolanus, his eyes looking up to meet your humbled gaze.

"Let me put it on you." you breathed.

"Pease do." he said, motioning to his flower-crownless head and scooted towards you.

He leaned in.

Your breath hitched, as your fingertips came into touch with his hair.

You gently set down the crown of flowers atop his head, brushed a couple of strands of hair out of his eyes, admiring your work.

"Thanks, love." he whispered.

"No problem, Coryo." He only smiled at that.

You slowly stood up, wanting to collect more flowers to take home to your grandmother and some for the dinner table, when your got stuck in a particularly nasty weed, tripping you and making you fall...on top of none other than Coriolanus. Luckily the fall was softer than expected.

For few moments you two just stayed there, his hand on the small of your back and your hands on his chest. You were so close you could feel his warm breath against your neck, and if you wanted to - if you could - you would be able to kiss him.

"Hi." Coriolanus finally whispered, breaking the peaceful silence.

"Hi." you whispered back.

Then a funny thought popped into your head making you smile like crazy.

"What?" asked Coriolanus, furrowing his brows.

You began giggling.

"I guess Snow doesn't always land on top." you smirked, partly from your genius - ness and partly from mockingly shocked expression, all the humor plastered on his face and his blue eyes twinkling.

You quickly jumped up and ran off, occasionally looking back, indicating Coriolanus to chase after you, and laughing. That laugh that was like music to Coriolanus' ears.

Shaking his head and grinning, he was soon running after your laughing figure.

[billysgun]

you guys! if you ever need to find a billy coded book read fearless by elsie silver! its SO billy coded and its easy to put yourself in the mc shoes and make it an x reader book 😚

[mswyrr]

tom blyth all i'm bringing sexy tragic romance back

[girls-ki11s]

New Shatter Me book was announced today tittles Watch Me. It is in James perspective and takes place about 10 years after Imagine Me/Believe Me. This means James is about 21 years old now.

WHO IS ARE WE GOING TO FANCAST AS JAMES???

[amaryllisenvy]

The Ties That Bind

Part 6 Billy the Kid x OC

November 10th, 1876

Entering the dining room, Billy and his mother exchanged glances as he sat down. Her red eyes and faraway stare made him wish he could repeat the night before all over again. 

However, when his mother looked at him again, Billy dropped his gaze. She would be devastated to find out what he had done, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel remorse.

When the front door opened and Antrim walked through, Billy’s eyes never left him. The coward couldn’t even hold his stare and Billy felt no small satisfaction when Antrim’s gaze darted away first like a kicked puppy.

Every movement was slow and accented with a wince of pain when Antrim removed his coat. His mom watched the man she had married with the resigned look of someone who had been disappointed one too many times. 

Billy’s eyes met the ones belonging to the woman who raised him and his brother. This woman had put her sons first and herself last at every opportunity. A woman who married a monster out of what he could give to her sons. A roof over their heads and regular meals were enough for her to marry a demon.

When his mother looked at him again, Billy knew that she already found out. The look Billy must have had in his eyes, the fear Antrim had in his when he looked at Billy, and the shift in dominance in the home was palpable. 

“We have to talk.” Antrim’s voice was rough and dry. “The big property deal I was hopin’ to clinch fell through. We're in trouble. It seems I'm more in debt than I thought.” 

Billy rolled his eyes at what an abject failure the man was.

“But wouldn't the bank-” 

“The bank won't give me any more credit.” Antrim interrupting his mother had Billy’s fists clenching. “Took out some loans…they want to redeem ‘em.”

His mother’s voice was laced with so much desperation when she spoke. “What are we supposed to do?”

“We have to get away from this place.” 

“And go where?” 

“I don't know!” Antrim’s short fuse reared its ugly head.

Billy’s scathing glare had Antrim’s bark turn into a whine. Even this fool could see that he was living on borrowed time. Raising his voice at Billy’s mother was enough for a repeat of the night before. He wouldn’t let her live with disrespect in resignation ever again.

“Somewhere I can find a job.”

“And exactly what kind of job can you do… Antrim?” Billy spoke with contempt and slow enough for him to maybe understand.

The cheating drunk’s chubby cheeks reddened at Billy’s dig. His hands crushed his hat and he visibly gritted his teeth to hold back any retort. In his anger, Antrim pathetically punched the chair in front of him like a toddler releasing frustration.

Billy kept his eyes on Antrim as the man turned and retreated up the stairs, stomping extra loud so they knew he was having a fit. Billy knew his gaze was now that of a predator as he followed the man’s retreating form. The power shift was one that Antrim could feel in every corner of his home and Billy relished in it. He hoped the bastard didn’t get a good night’s sleep for the rest of his miserable life.

When the sound of the man’s steps disappeared, Billy had to stop himself from shattering the cup in his hand at the tears in his mother’s eyes.

He stood and pulled the chair that was beside her shaking form at the table. At her level, he caught her eye and placed his hand over hers.

“You don't have to go with him.” Billy’s voice was hushed, almost pleading.

“Yes, I do.”

Billy couldn’t believe how she would still stay with him after everything that happened the night before. Not only did Henry Antrim cheat on his mother with a woman she considered a friend, but he beat her because of his failures. 

“No, you don't.” It was difficult for Billy to keep his voice soft in his aggravation. “You don't have to stay with him.”

“Yes, I do. He's my husband and I married him under God.”

Fucking hell.

Being expected to remain in a marriage regardless of infidelity undermines autonomy and suggests that a woman’s value is tied solely to her marital status. His mother was so much more than her marriage to an absolute demon. The stress, anxiety, depression, and potential exposure to infections were not things his mother should live with for the rest of her life. Antrim did not keep his vows, so why should she?

“And I have to stay with him.” 

“You don't!” Billy loosed a breath and tampered down his anger until all he felt was a deep agony; the same abundance of agony that could be housed in one person.

“I believe in the rights of the Catholic church, Billy. Nothing will change that.”

He ran his hands over his face and shook his head in disbelief. His mother’s eyes always held so much pain behind them ever since his father died. Now that it was as close to the surface as ever, he noticed just how dispirited his mother had become. She no longer laughed freely with him or Joe. 

“But…” she cupped his face lovingly and forced his gaze to hers, her voice barely above a whisper. “You don't have to come with us.”

Billy couldn’t believe that she would even suggest that as an alternative. Thinking he would leave his mother and brother alone with that abusive scum had him furrowing his brows in disbelief.

With the most resolve he had ever spoken with, he placed his forehead against hers and shut his eyes tightly. “Yeah, I do.” 

He held her as she cried and fell apart in his arms. Billy then knew just how powerless he was when it came to protecting his family.

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Billy’s mother had forced him to leave the house after breakfast. Knowing that being in the same house with Antrim only a floor above meant that he couldn’t shake the need to wrap his hands around the man’s throat.

He wasn’t cognizant of where he was going and simply walked. He walked past shops and people he had seen almost every day for five years with heavy shoulders and an even heavier heart.

Billy only came back into consciousness when he climbed the steps to the boarding house. He spotted Mr. Upson almost immediately and instinctively looked at the surrounding seats for his companion.

Seeing Mr. Upson alone, Billy ambled over slowly. The man read a newspaper and sipped his whiskey absentmindedly, not noticing Billy until he was only a couple of feet away.

As always, Upson greeted him with a bright smile. “Morning, Billy.”

Billy gave him a small smile in greeting and sat across from his new companion. “We have to leave here. Antrim got made bankrupt.”

“Sorry to hear that.” Billy believed he genuinely was. “Where will you go?”

“Antrim says he needs a job.” 

“Uh-huh.” Upson tried his best but failed at hiding his large amount of amusement. “Well, the fact is, I'm leaving here too.” 

For the first time that day, Billy felt like there might be a small sliver of hope for something better. “You are?”

Mr. Upson’s smile melted from his face. “I am. My life has been threatened. There are some times, Billy; when the threats are empty. This isn't one of them.”

“By who?” Billy moved from his chair to one closer and lowered his voice to barely above a whisper.

“I think it would take less time to find who it’s not. Now, I often am not worried. But when they begin threatening people who mean a great deal to me, the threats become less idle. If it were just my life I needed to worry about, chances are I would be less cautious.” Upson furrowed his brow and concentrated on lighting his cigar with the candle on the table. “I am not.”

“Did they threaten Amaryllis?” He already knew the answer.

“Yes. I’m a journalist, not a gambler. Going broke was not an option.” 

Billy hadn’t pushed to know what Amaryllis’ relationship was with Mr. Upson. He seemed brotherly and he trusted the signs she was giving him. There was a part of her that had to want him too. She wasn’t the type of person to be unsure of her feelings from what he could tell.

When he imagined how she had brushed his hair from his forehead, held onto his arm, and seemed as reluctant to break their stare as he was, he felt very sure. She was also very mindful of every move she made. Amaryllis knew just how to pull the strings of every guy she batted her eyelashes at. She could get by on charm alone.

“So, you are giving up on your investigation?”

Ash Upson’s gaze never left Billy’s as he leaned forward to emphasize his words. “Such threats only make me more determined to expose these stinking dogs for what they are.”

Billy didn’t suppress his smile. He expected no less from a man with a constitution as strong as Upson’s. Thinking of her again, he saw how similar she was to the journalist. It made him wonder how long they had known one another. Amaryllis mirrored Upson’s vocabulary and rhetoric. While they were both highly educated, their similarities seem more likely to be an effect of the length of time they have been together.

“Where are you two gonna go?” 

“Well, I've been offered a job in Silver City. It's a mining town but it's getting pretty prosperous; new businesses of all kinds are springing up.” Upson took out his half-smoke cigar out of the ashtray and lit it for Billy. “Maybe even Antrim can find himself an occupation.”

Billy huffed a laugh before inhaling from the cigar. He instantly regretted it as his lungs felt like they were on fire. He coughed for what felt like forever before he was able to see through his teary eyes.

Instantly giving the cigar back to Upson, he laughed along with the man. “It’s not for everyone. Maybe Amary can share some of her native hemp. It’s much easier on the lungs and the effects are a bit stronger. Naturally, because things are flourishing, the people running the rings will be moving to Silver City as well.”

“Mr. Upson, what is Amaryllis’ role in all of this?”

“She is a victim of the corrupted system, just like you and I. The man who shot your friend, there are so many out there like him. She has seen them and it’s been enough exposure for her to want to stand up for what she thinks is right.” 

Billy agreed. There didn’t need to be a dog in the fight for her to care about others. That much seemed evident from what she had done for Carlos.

“What is it you want to be, Billy? You can't work tables and play poker forever … or can you?” 

“No,” He shook his head vehemently. “I’m not doing that forever.”

“Well, it’s possible you might just find yourself a future in Silver City. The railroad is going there. Apart from the mines, there are big cattle herds and open ranges all over

the county. It's like America's ‘last frontier’. Out there, you can be anything you want to be, given the courage to try.”

Billy cleared his throat. “I reckon you got a lot of courage yourself, Mr. Upson.”

“I don't know, Billy.” Upson leaned back and took a drag off of his cigar. “Sometimes I think courage is just the honesty to recognize your own weakness and then do something about it.”

___________

Billy's lungs filled with the cold air and he held it there as he stood on the threshold of his front door. If he saw Antrim there, he needed to compose himself before, during, and after if he were to have any hopes of not repeating the night before. The man was such a fucking waste of every resource he sucked up like a parasite. Anytime he imagined the man he had lived with for half a decade, he remembered how he had been cheating on his mother the entire time.

Billy couldn’t shake the image of his mother shattered at the thought of his adultery. The heartbreak of losing his father had been devastating but Billy knew she remained strong out of necessity. She needed to do right by her sons and she did.

A man like Antrim was uniquely fortunate to have caught his mother at her most desperate time. If Billy could ever find a way to dig them out of the shit they were in, he wouldn’t hesitate. He wanted to give her the world. Billy’s only fear was that the world his mother wanted more than likely died along with his father.

His brows furrowed as he heard his mother’s laugh. At first, he thought he imagined it. He hadn’t heard her laugh freely for what felt like centuries. Pushing open the front door, he followed the voices to the dining room. He unconsciously walked carefully enough that the floorboards didn’t make a sound. 

“When I was pregnant with Billy, his father and I were traveling from Ireland on a ship. We took a chance and had heard enough about how the West was flourishing. We heard endlessly about all of the opportunities and the freedom.” Billy’s mother slouched and looked at her hands that were in her lap.

“I sometimes feel guilty for coming here…for putting our boys through what they have.” Billy felt his chest tighten and he held his breath.

His mother was so strong and had been for so long that he felt she deserved peace. She has earned it ten times over. Billy had to stop by the stairs to avoid being seen by his mother or, who he assumed, was Haiti.

For once, she was at ease. He realized the relief thinking of the past must have been. The feeling of hope and that they were doing right must have been one of the most inspiring times in his parents’ lives. A world full of opportunity waiting ahead; where their worst fears weren’t yet confirmed. America wasn’t seen yet as the hellhole it was.

“The sea is something I miss. Growing up on the coast of Ireland and falling in love with Billy’s father was my favorite part of my story. I feel like it ended there. And then we found out we were pregnant and I was so scared. Being on the sea with the morning sickness had been any woman’s worst nightmare. Not to mention the only food being slimy fish.”

“I don’t remember much of my journey here. My parents took me when I was three from Asia with the same hopes as you. I remember little of the journey but I know I felt seasick the whole time. Despite that, I still fell in love with it.” Billy’s blood turned into ice chips in his veins as his mother’s companion finally spoke. 

What was she doing here? In his home?

“I…” Amaryllis seemed to second-guess herself as she stopped.

“No, please. This is the most normal conversation I have had in months. It feels like a breath of fresh air.” Billy’s mother almost begged.

He longed to be that for his mother; The one she could talk to without having the responsibility of parenting at the same time. She wouldn’t ever fully tell Billy what was going through her head because that’s what mothers do. They put on an impossibly brave mask for the ones they love.

“I just…” Amaryllis picked up a glass from the table; even a glimpse of only her hand had his stomach warm. “I’m sorry if this is improper. I just remember the first time I saw your son. It was his eyes that looked like the Pacific. Every time I see them now, it’s grounding. I didn’t think I could distinguish shades of blue so well until yesterday.”

Is that why she always has such intense eye contact? Was she thinking of her home?

Without hesitation, his eyes latched onto the glinting wedding ring of her mother’s. 

“It amazes me how handsome my sons are. They look so much like their father.” Amaryllis rested her hand over his mother’s when she looked down as if the waves of pain became too unbearable for a moment. 

Living with a person immersed in grief is like dwelling beside a living river. Sometimes, they meander gently like a serene creek winding through tranquil mountains. Other times, their emotions relentlessly delivered lashes like a tempestuous ocean storm. 

His mother would work late hemming clothing. On several occasions, Billy sat on the stairs and listened to her sobbing quietly. Some nights, she would fall asleep in the early hours of dawn. Billy would always be sure to place her blanket around her and place more logs in the fire. 

“Kathleen, you’ve raised incredible young men.” Amaryllis came into view as she moved to the seat right next to the shaking woman. 

Her slender arms wrapped around the crying older woman who choked out. “He would have been so proud of both of them. If only he could see how far his little shadow has come. How Billy would be taller than him if he were here. I wish he could see how we did raise perfect little boys, despite everything we had gone through.”

“I think your husband is closer to you than you think. Above all else, I know he can feel how good their souls are. He would be so proud of the woman he loves. I know he must feel so much pride when he sees what you have been able to nurture.” 

Billy felt like an imposter. He didn’t feel as though he deserved her praise. He wasn’t sure if his father would be proud of him. Maybe he hated him for allowing his mother to marry Antrim. 

“That’s very kind, thank you. And thank you for the basket. I’ll be sure Billy knows.” 

Amaryllis stood up with his mother. “No need to do that. It’s just a gift. I owe him and this is the least I can do before I leave.”

The women hugged one another tightly and, when Amaryllis went to move away, his mother cupped her face and kissed her forehead in a motherly way. The younger woman’s face flushed but her smile was wide. 

Billy found himself wondering how it would have been if he also had a sister. Maybe his mother would have someone to talk to. The thought had him recognizing the unfairness. Society deprives him of his mother's friendship because men aren’t supposed to care. Because she had been conditioned to believe that he didn’t have time for her thoughts.

“I’ll walk you out, sweet girl.” 

Billy held his breath as he silently stepped from the foyer into the dining room, then the kitchen. His mother and her companion exited from the other end. He listened as their steps went to the front door.

It took everything in him not to speak out and talk to her again. It took every ounce of willpower as he desperately wanted to run after her like a lovesick little boy. But, he first wanted to check in on his mother.

He also did not want Amaryllis to know that he had overheard their conversation. While her mortification might be amusing for him, he didn’t want to benefit at her expense. She was fairly outspoken for a young woman and her education must have been exceptional. 

But, she was also a serial overthinker. This would be his secret. He loved the look into her thoughts about him when he wasn’t around. Maybe she was just being sweet but Billy didn’t find himself caring at the moment. 

She loved his eyes?

Billy spoke out only when he was sure Amaryllis had left by the closing of the front door. “Ma?”

“Billy.” He never wanted to grow out of his love for his mother.

Billy was eighteen but still relished in his mother’s affection like an infant. When she entered the kitchen and gave him a large hug and a kiss on his cheek, he embraced her back.

“How are you?” He pulled away to look at her tired eyes.

“I’m good, Billy. I’ve started organizing what we are taking with us and what we are leaving.” Her face was pained.

The only thing he could think to do was to smile reassuringly. “Don’t worry, ma. We’ll make new memories.”

At this, a smile graced her face. He saw maybe the smallest glimmer of hope in her eyes before it faded into a grin at something she just remembered. 

“A friend of yours just left.” She rushed excitedly to the counter where a big basket and what looked like a blanket sat. “You need to see it, Billy.”

She uncovered the contents and Billy looked at several small bags labeled with various vegetable types. There must have been two dozen eggs cushioned with loaves of bread wrapped tightly. Water skins were stacked on top of apples and other wrapped smaller items filled the basket whole.

“She’s leaving town and said she wanted to get rid of them anyway. Billy, this is enough for us to eat handsomely for quite a couple of days.” 

Billy talked with his mother who seemed genuinely elated and like there was less of a weight on her shoulders. The amount of leverage hunger had on the living, this basic need, was a parent’s worst fear. Ireland had been the same. Famine was a strong tool upper-class societies wielded without a second thought.

After ten minutes, Billy voiced how he had to see Carlos and he was able to leave without much delay. Billy didn’t run but his quick pace couldn’t be concealed as anything other than hurried.

He was a very tall young man with long legs. On the contrary, Amaryllis was quite literally the opposite. Her shorter stride had him catching up to her fairly quickly. She stood at a shop in the street and exchanged money with a woman. In return, Amaryllis took a stack of books from the table and stuffed them into her satchel.

“How long do you suppose those will last you?” Billy spoke.

He watched her beautiful face turn into a small smile. “Hopefully it will be ones I can read more than once. The trip to Silver City is going to be so long. I hate being on the road.” 

Amaryllis wasn’t at all surprised at his presence and didn’t even look at him until he took her bag from her uninjured shoulder and put it over his. In the light of the sun, her dark hair was illuminated and showed the tinges of red. He could tell how tired she was and had to suppress his irritation at her, once again, not giving herself time to heal.

The wind blew a piece of her dark hair errantly over her face and Billy didn’t hesitate to brush it out of her eyes. Her cheeks reddened and she froze for a moment. 

“Thank you.” Billy brushed his thumb over her cheekbone.

Amaryllis looked at him quizzically. “For?”

He hoped she could see how blatantly unamused he was by her antics. Her large doe-eyes fooled everyone around her. Acting aloof and helpless worked well for her. Women thought she was innocent and sweet; men thought she was compliant and a toy they wanted to get their hands on.

Visibly disappointed that he didn’t buy her playing dumb, she directed sarcastic ire his way. “It’s nothing. We have a lot of supplies and we need to get rid of it. We can’t save it all or it goes bad.”

“And because you both can’t take it all with you when you leave,” Billy stated. 

They walked side-by-side, their arms grazing each other’s occasionally. Billy didn’t remember personal space in her presence. It seemed like he just gravitated to her; like his heart wanted to be pressed to hers so tightly that not even air could be between them.

“You spoke with Ash, then.” It wasn’t a question. “That’s good. He’s better at explaining things than me.”

“You know who threatened you?” 

“Yes, and I know who he is close with. While it isn’t exactly surprising that the wealthiest people have complete control, it’s disheartening that people can just disregard others as soon as they are wealthy.” She shook her head in bitterness. “People who were poor and know too well how it feels to go hungry instantly turn into the monsters they loathed when they are given the monetary means to.”

Billy keenly felt her feeling of hopelessness. He remembered the newspaper cutouts his mother had early on in their journey. Brochures promising rich soil, modernized towns, and prosperity were thrown into the fire to ease the deep shake in their bones from the cold. His mother had sat with him and poured over those newspapers for hours until he knew how to read.

It took him a long while to understand how his unrealistic childish hope was fueled by those articles that were filled with grandeur. He had learned very young just how cruel humans could be to one another. 

After Carlos, Billy knew that the small amount of man-made pieces of currency he had in his pocket was more important than his life. The law in the land of the free seemed to favor the wealthy. His stepfather having any status when he met Billy’s mother was purely because of his wealth, not merit.

The falsehood of meritocracy in America was easily disproved by the number of workers who broke their backs and still received no social mobility. Billy didn’t understand how the poor were supposed to flourish when all of the profit went to the few on top.

He stopped on the bottom step and looked up at Amaryllis who stopped on the top stair. This difference made them eye level with each other. 

“You think a talentless man can find work where you are goin’?” They stopped walking and he leaned his forearm against the railing of the boarding house’s stairs. 

She looked at him with her brows furrowed. “I don’t think anyone is truly talentless. I do think there are a variety of opportunities that might be there as it is not well-established. Why do you ask?”

Trying to come off as unaffected as possible, Billy shrugged. “Antrim gambled away all of the money and the banks he got loans from are wanting to collect. He needs to find a job and there are none out here. None that he can manage to get, anyway.”

She studied his face. “You say ‘Antrim’? Is he not your father?”

“Christ’s no. My father was a good man.” The way her expression softened made him realize he wasn’t as good at hiding the vitriol in his eyes as he thought.

Her question had him also realizing that they knew very little about one another. It didn’t feel that way to him. There was just a soothing comfort that settled over him when they spoke. It felt like they had been friends for a long while.

His lips tilted upward slightly at the feeling. He wondered if she could see that in his eyes, too. Her gaze flicked to his mouth and she returned his small smile reflexively. Eyes lingering for only a moment on her lips, he noticed the dimples that formed on both sides.

“I think that Silver City will offer something different. There’s only one way to find out what kind of ‘different’ it will be.” She shrugged. “I also wouldn’t mind seeing a friendly face in such a strange place. Especially one as handsome as yours.” Something different, indeed.

[writing-fanics]

when were you going to tell me?

coriolanus snow x f!reader

Part I Part II (your here) Part III(soon)

"Hey! Hey…" he said softly, cupping your tear-stained face in his hands. He gently wiped away your tears with his thumb and pressed his lips against yours. "It's going to be okay," he reassured you. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, kissed your forehead, and smiled.

You gripped the hospital bed sheets, knuckles turning white. "I was scared," you said, embarrassed. "I didn't want to be a burden."

"My love, you can tell me anything," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours, causing you to smile. "We'll get through this," he assured you, rubbing your cheek. He was determined to do everything in his power to secure the Plinth Prize, support his family, and transfer to university, all to ensure a better future for both of you.

Your parents didn’t like your relationship with Coriolanus Snow. Seeing right through him and saw how poor he truly is. You on the other hand didn’t care and loved him for who he is and now, you are pregnant with his child. Your family finds out your cut off.

He whispered, "I promise," before pressing his lips against yours once more. He eventually left to let you rest, but more importantly, to improve his chances of winning.

‘Lucy Gray must win the Hunger Games

[bonus] sneak peek part iii

Coriolanus sat in the corner of The Hob, bobbing his head to the music as Lucy Gray sang. People laughed and danced to the music, he noticed in the corner of his eye. Sejanus talking to someone at the bar, he looked away knowing he was getting into something.

"There you are my love," A familiar voice said, and he turned towards it and his mouth dropped open. As if this were a dream they couldn't possibly be here. You smiled, as locked eyes with him.

@quackitysdrugdealer @ennycutie (couldn't tag)

[tomblythismyhusband]

bodyguard [billy the kid x fem!reader]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!reader |anon request|Your father hired a bodyguard for you due to the increasing danger out west. You weren’t too fond of the idea but little did you know you’d be so drawn to your bodyguard…

[warnings]: 18+, MDNI, language, pnv, gagging kinda?, tension, keeping quiet

[wc]: 4.1k

[note]: thank you for requesting anon!!! this took me so long to finish for what reason???? idk.

You didn’t understand why your father wanted to hire a bodyguard for you, you thought you were fine on your own. Or at least that’s the lie you constantly told yourself.

Your father was John Tunstall, a wealthy rancher and merchant so he was a target for most outlaws. No one could ignore that the times were changing. Outlaws and bad men were more prominent in the West than ever before. Just last week you had overheard the news that a young girl had been kidnapped. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, picturing the tear splotched face of a young girl begging to be freed.

Deep down you understood why your father was so persistent with the whole body guard thing. You were his only daughter so the abundance of his protectiveness was fair.

“Y/N!”

You heard your father yell your name from downstairs. He probably had breakfast ready. You sat up from the bed you’d been so comfortably pondering in, fluffing the pillows before striding out of the bedroom. You were still in your night slip, you felt too groggy with morning tiredness to change. Coming down in your night clothes wasn’t out of the ordinary for breakfast anyways. Who were you trying to impress?

The sound of your fathers voice could be heard talking in the kitchen and you made your way towards it, but then you froze. Unexpectedly you heard another voice in reply. Your chest seized and you pressed yourself up against the wall next to the enterance of the kitchen.

It was another man’s voice, low, full of self assurance, smooth as whiskey. His voice washed over your senses, singing sweetly in your ears, making your heart thump a little faster. You didn’t know why the hell you were reacting like this but you did know that you’d probably need to change before meeting whoever this man was. Some might deem wearing just a nightdress was indecent.

You turned to leave quietly when your foot landed on a creaky floor board, which emitted a loud squeak that was painfully noticeable. You froze, foot still on the board as you listened intently to see if the man and your father had heard the noise.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Your fathers voice made you curse under your breath. Caught.

You moved shyly away from the wall and into the kitchen. Your father was standing, tall and stern, but something else caught your attention. Your eyes landed on the gorgeous man who sat at your breakfast table, leaning back lazily in his chair, hat set in front of him. His voice definitely matched his appearance. You only looked at him for a moment, eyes darting away as quickly as they met him. You knew staring was rude anyways.

“Hello father.” You said sweetly, moving over to him to plant a kiss on his cheek. You met his eyes and widened your own, almost like you were signaling to him that you wanted answers for why this mystery man was in your home at seven in the morning.

Your father cleared his throat, motioning an open palm towards the man who still sat at the table. “Y/N, I want you to meet Billy.”

Billy extended a hand out as he still lounged on a wooden kitchen chair. You moved a bit closer to reach his hand, shaking it gently.

“Pleasure to meet you sir. I apologize, I’m a bit underdressed.” You said shyly, looking into his eyes. You were amazed at how blue they were.

Billy’s lips quirked into a lopsided smile. “No worries ma’am.” His hand slid out of yours, the roughness of his hands leaving an empty feeling in their wake. His hand had felt so comfortable in yours. So warm, so inviting. You felt colder now, with your hands clasped in front of your torso.

“Your Pa here, Tunstall, has offered me the position to protect ya.” Billy said, sitting up straighter now. Your eyes widened and you turned to look at your father.

“Pa- What? I thought-“ Your father closed his eyes for a brief moment and waved a hand dismissively.

“We’ve talked about this Y/N. I wasn’t changing my mind.”

You opened your mouth to protest but knowing Billy’s eyes were on you, you decided to not fight it. Not now at least. Instead you nodded, mouth pulled into a frown.

“You won’t even know he’s there. Now, there’s something else I have to discuss so sit.” Your father went on, giving Billy a warm smile.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, causing Billy to let out a quiet chuckle at your attitude.

Tunstall pulled out a chair and sat down, placing clasped hands on the wooden table. You did the same, trying to ignore the way your night slip’s thin straps kept falling off your shoulders. You felt Billy’s eyes on you as you adjusted it, your fingers dragging up your bare shoulder.

“Now.” Your father started. “I called you down Y/n so we could go over the rules that will be set in place with this arrangement.”

Your curiosity piqued. “Rules?”

Your father nodded, looking over at Billy. Billy was looking back at him so you took this opportunity to really study him.

His curly brown hair was rumpled on his forehead, probably from the hat he had been wearing. Faint freckles dotted his face, and his lips… so pink, so soft looking. You noticed how his lashes brushed the planes of his cheeks when he blinked, how his brows furrowed when he was thinking. He was art. Art that was rare to find out here in the west. God how you just wanted to run your hands all over his…. You were then broken out of your trance when your father spoke again.

“I want to make one thing clear. You should be professional. I don’t want.. any complications.” Billy nodded, seemingly understanding what he meant but you sat there slightly puzzled.

“Pa- What do you mean “complications”?”

Tunstall shifted in his seat, now turning his gaze to you.

“I mean- no funny business.” His eyes went between Billy and I. “No touching, no romantic involvement, none of it.”

Billy nodded immediately. “Yes sir. You can trust me. Not a finger will be laid on your daughter.”

Tunstall smiled. “Good. If I hear about any shenanigans, no matter who starts it,” He looked at you briefly as if reminding you that you're being held accountable as well..

“There will be consequences.”

Billy started working a few days later. It was awkward at first. You didn’t know what to say, what to do. I mean- how does one get used to someone following them around whenever they go out?

Going to the market? Billy’s there. Going to the salon? Billy. Stroll? Billy. The saloon? You know damn well Billy was there.

Sooner or later you began to feel more comfortable. Billy was actually very nice for a gunslinging cowboy with the potential to kill.

Two weeks had passed now and you both were sitting out under a tree on the ranch. You wanted some sun, it was beautiful out. Your back pressed up against the rough trunk as you fiddled with a book in your hands, flipping through the pages trying to find where you had left off. Billy was next to you, a chasm of space between you two, but still there.

You became engulfed in your book, reading silently for a few minutes until you heard the faint sound of snoring. Your eyes flicked up to look at the source of the sound, Billy.

You smiled softly to yourself at the sight. He looked peaceful. His arms were being his head, his body relaxed. Taking your foot, you nudged his leg with your boot.

He immediately jolted awake, blue eyes springing open looking for a possible danger. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Some body guard you are.. I should tell my Pa you’ve been slackin’.”

Billy’s lips pulled into a smirk at your teasing.

“Come on.. you know I could protect you even in my sleep.” He chuckled.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Right..”

Billy propped himself on his side and you did everything you could not to look at his strong shoulders.

“You don’t think I could huh?” He said, cocking his head slightly.

You shook your head, closing your book. “Nope. I think you’d sleep right through whatever danger.”

Billy raised an eyebrow, warmth swelled in your chest. You liked his cute little facial expressions, though you shouldn’t find them cute.

“I’m quick. Fast reflexes.”

You laughed. “Okay righ-“

Just then your book was snatched from your fingers, now in Billy’s as he looked at you with a mix of pride and amusement.

“Hey-!” You laughed, lunging forward to swipe at the book. At each attempted grab you made, Billy moved his arm at just the right moment.

“When are you going to start trying? Come on- get the book.” Billy taunted.

You giggled as you lunged forward again, except this time, you lost your balance and fell. Fell on top of him.

Your bodies were pressed up against each other. A warm blush flushed across your cheeks. Your arms were on either side of Billy’s head, chest heaving due to the effort of trying to get your book back. You could smell him now you were close. Hints of whiskey and smoke filled your nose.

Billy had froze, book still held up in mid air. His jaw clenched, eyes darkening at the sight of you over him like this.

You stumbled off of him and moved away, lowering yourself onto the grass.

“Sorry-“

Billy sat up, handing the book back to you. You took it back and noticed the rigidness of his motions. He looked pale, out of breath.

“You should go back inside.” He said finally. Your heart squeezed at the words. You didn’t want to. Though it was selfish, you wanted to spend more time with him.

“Billy what’s wrong?” You tried asking but he brushed you off, a faint blush spreading on his cheeks.

“Come on.. it’s getting close to supper anyways. Your father will be expecting you.” He murmured.

The tenseness in his voice was evident so you decided it probably wasn’t best to argue. Instead you stood up and brushed the grass of your dress, still shaken by how close you’d just been to him. Billy stayed seated.

“Aren’t you comin’?” You asked, looking down at him.

He shook his head, waving a hand. “I’ll be there later. I just want to sit for a bit.”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded, not saying another word before turning to walk off towards the ranch house.

You didn’t know what had shifted the mood. He was fine, until your body pressed up against his, faces close. You felt a bit guilty. Billy probably just took his job seriously.

You tried to shake the thoughts of him out of your head as you walked, but you swore that you could feel his eyes boring holes into your back as you walked. Full of desire. Hunger.

A few days passed since that moment. The tension was undeniable. Your heart pounded each time he spoke to you. You just couldn't help the feeling. It was automatic.

The biggest problem is that you knew the rules. You knew what your father expected. The scary part was that you were starting to not care. Billy was so tempting. He was dangling in front of you but just out of your grasp. You knew it was supposed to be that way, but the way Billy’s eyes traveled down your body made you think differently.

One night, you’d gotten up for a drink of water. You’d stumbled around the kitchen in the dark, knocking something over in the process. It was quiet enough for your father to not hear but not for Billy who lived on the bottom story of the ranch house.

Billy was right. He was quick. You didn’t even know he was there until you felt his hands grasp your waist from behind, steadying you in the dark. You’d felt his warm breath feather over your neck as he stood behind you.

“You should really use a light when you're down here.” He had whispered in your ear. His breath caressed the side of your face causing you to shutter.

His hands on you had felt so right. Wrong according to your father, but he didn’t have to know.

That night was one of the many moments that kept you up. You wondered if Billy laid in bed and thought of the same things too. If he secretly wanted the same things. Everyday it was getting harder to not make a fool of yourself in front of him.

Your eyes always searched for his now, holding his gaze until either one of you gave up, or if your father walked in. The sexual tension was palpable.

“Night.” You said to Billy. It had been a day since the kitchen encounter and you still felt breathless just thinking about it.

Billy looked up from where he sat, sipping whiskey at the kitchen table. “Night Y/n.”

You leaned on the table running a hand through your hair. “Oh- Did Pa tell you when he’d be back from town?” You tilted your head, looking at Billy, awaiting his response.

Billy downed his drink and shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe another hour.”

You hummed and nodded, letting quiet lay upon the kitchen for a moment. The silence was suffocating. You noticed how he had finished his whiskey, the glass now empty, Billy’s lip print faint on the rim.

He began to stand up, presumably to wash it. You immediately took the glass from his hand, your fingers skimming his briefly. Billy’s eyes widened.

“I can wash it. You do too much around here.” You said shuffling over to the sink. You started to pump water when you felt Billy’s mouth near your ear.

His voice was low, smooth, and you didn’t mind the sweet smell of whiskey either. “I don’t mind helping out… especially when it comes to you.”

Your breath hitched. Billy’s lips gently skimmed the nape of your neck. This was new. He’s never placed his lips on you, but you were sure as hell not complaining. Heat rose in your stomach as you turned to face him, forgetting entirely about the dirty whiskey glass that currently sat in a sink of sudsy water.

Billy’s gaze flicked from your lips back to your eyes. The look was fleeting but you caught it, you knew what he was thinking.

“We shouldn’t.” You whispered softly.

“Do what darlin’? Your goin’ to have to be more specific.” Billy drawled.

Butterflies fluttered painfully in your stomach. “Don’t play dumb..” You replied, voice shaking a bit due to the anticipation.

Billy then raised up his hands in a sign of surrender. “Alright then. Goodnight Y/n”

He turned to leave when something snapped inside you. Was it desire? Were you losing your mind? Who the hell cares at this point. Your body was screaming for his attention, so you reached out a hand and grabbed one of his suspenders, pulling him flush up against you. You quickly mashed your lips against his in a quick, but passionate kiss.

When you pulled back Billy looked pleasantly surprised. He then smirked down at you, lips parting to speak. “I’m not one to follow rules anyways.”

Before you could give a witty response in reply his lips were back onto yours, tasting and savoring the feeling. His lips were soft against yours, but you could feel the intensity. Billy’s hands slid around your hips, pushing you against the sink. Your own hands found their place on his shoulders, the shoulders you had once fantasized about, now in your grasp.

Your mouth worked more frantically now, the heat building inside your core at every swipe of his tongue. You nipped at Billy’s bottom lip, causing him to emit a low groan that made your insides flutter.

“Darlin’ I don’t know how I was able to stay away from you for so long..” Billy mumbled against your lips. You gasped for air as he bowed his head, peppering soft kisses on your jaw.

“When I first saw you…. I knew I wanted this.” You breathed, head tilting back slightly to let Billy gain better access to your throat.

Billy’s cock grew painfully hard in his pants, but he wanted to savor this. Savor you.

“You sure you want to do this darlin? Don’t want to get you in trouble…” Billy murmured.

“I’m tired of playing it safe.” You responded quickly, sliding up one of your hands to dig it into his curls as he kissed down your neck.

“Oh?” Billy said in an amused tone. “I hope your feeling brave because I want to fuck you right here.”

You moaned at his words. “Fuck it. I need you.” You whined.

Billy released your hips and cupped your ass lifting you with ease before moving slightly away from the sink to set you down on the counter. Billy began to move down, obviously heading down towards your cunt when the sound of boots walking up to the front door could be heard from the porch. You both looked at each other for a moment, frozen.

You then scrambled away from Billy, fixing your hair and turning yourself back to the dirty dishes. Billy as well made himself look busy as Tunstall strode through the front door making his way into the kitchen.

His eyes widened when he walked into the kitchen, then he relaxed. “Oh, I’m surprised y’all are still up.” He said groggily, obviously tired from the horse ride back from town.

“Hello Pa.” You said sweetly, silently glad that the intense moment of passion before didn’t affect your voice. You turned away from the sink walking over to hug him, ignoring Billy who was leaned up against one of the kitchen counters, nonchalantly looking at his hands.

You embraced your father, though you were mildly annoyed with the interruption. When you pulled back you tilted your head at him. “You look exhausted.”

Tunstall chuckled dryly. “I was just plannin’ on going to bed.” You smiled at him.

“We’ll go ahead.. Goodnight.” You hugged him once again before letting go. Your father gave you a thankful look and gave an acknowledging “hello” to Billy before making his way upstairs. You held your breath until you heard his bedroom door close.

A puff of air escaped your lips and you pinched the bridge of your nose. “God- that was close.” You muttered thinking about the rage your father would’ve felt if he’d seen Billy with his hands and lips on your body like that. You looked up and Billy’s eyes were trained on you. He pushed away from the counter and stepped closer.

He grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him as his mouth skimmed the shell of your ear.

“There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to go to sleep after that..” He murmured.

You sucked in a breath, butterflies fluttering painfully in your stomach. You wanted him so bad, but you knew the risk.

“But- My Pa-“ You reminded him, your voice breathy and quiet.

Billy smirked, taking one of his hands and cupping your cheek. His hand was calloused and warm- you loved it.

“You know how to be a good girl and keep quiet don’t you?” He said in a low, raspy voice. Billy seemed to be struggling to not to tear your clothes off right here- right now.

You were hesitant, but your desires were bigger.

“Follow me.” You finally whispered. This earned you a squeeze from Billy's hands on your waist and a lopsided grin. You took his giant hand in your own and led him quietly up the stairs. You felt Billy’s lips press against your arm as you walked, kissing you slowly.

When you finally made it into your bedroom you made sure to lock the door quietly. The only sound to be heard was the distant drone of your father’s snoring.

“You have to be quiet- ok?” You whispered to Billy as he led you to the bed.

“Darlin’ I should be telling you that.” He grinned as you laid down on your back, arms stretching above your head. Billy climbed on top of you, thighs on either side of your hips as he smirked down at you.

You tilted your head slightly down, giving him what some would call “bedroom eyes”. Billy chuckled and bent down, meeting your lips. He liked the taste of you, if he could get drunk off your lips he would. Every night.

Soon you were both a frenzy of kisses and fingers. Your hand was dug into Billy’s curls as he kissed you, tongue swiping over your mouth. You let out breathy moans into his mouth that made Billy feel intoxicated.

“I like it when you make cute little sounds like that.” He murmured, kissing up and down your neck leaving bites and marks as he went.

You arched into him as he kissed, in utter bliss. Eventually your dress was off and so were his garments. Billy’s hands traced the slope of your waist. You felt his hands, so calloused from his pistol.

“You're perfect.” He mumbled against your neck, breath tickling your skin.

“Billy I need you..” You choked out, squeezing your thighs together.

“Let me take care of you darlin’.” He drawled, taking one of his hands down your navel towards your cunt. You spread your legs, surrendering yourself to him.

Soon his hand was rubbing firm circles on your clit, his mouth on yours. He swallowed each of your choked moans. You tried your hardest to keep quiet, but Billy wasn’t making it easy.

You felt needy and impatient, you wanted his cock buried inside of you. As Billy massaged his fingers on your cunt you sat up slightly, still kissing him, and reached down and took his cock in your hand. Billy froze, eyes fluttering as you slowly ran your thumb over the tip.

“Darlin’ I haven’t finished with you yet.” He murmured, keeping his groans hushed by your lips while you slowly dragged your hand up and down his length.

“I can’t wait any longer.” You whispered. Billy nodded and gave you a lopsided smirk, taking his cock in his hands and running it up and down your folds. He was fine with getting right to it, he waited long enough for this moment already. He finally sunk into you, causing a hiss to escape your lips.

Billy immediately started snapping his hips, pounding into you. Noises kept escaping your lips, Billy slowed. You reached for Billy’s wadded up shirt that laid on the bed next to you. You put it in your mouth to keep your moans muffled. Billy, almost like he was more turned on by this, kissed your forehead before slamming into you again.

“F-fuck.” Billy groaned into your shoulder, sliding out of you for a moment. He then leaned back and flipped you over, your back arched and pretty pussy displayed for him. You gripped the bed sheets as you pressed your face into the mattress. Billy sheathed himself into you again and grabbed your hips. In this position he was able to go deeper than before. Tears pricked at your eyes as he fucked you, cock stretching out your walls, knot building in your belly.

You felt your orgasm approaching, your body trembling with pleasure. Billy’s hands squeezed your hips harder as he trailed kisses down the slope of your back. You whimpered as his thrusts became sloppier. You were both panting at this point, the shirt in your mouth becoming damp.

“S’good. Just like that…” Billy murmured.

Finally your orgasm hit you, legs threatening to give out. Billy groaned as you squeezed around him, pushing him to his own orgasm. Billy came, spurting into your cunt, cum dripping down your thighs.

You relaxed your naked body, crumpling onto the mattress. Billy did the same, raking his hand through his messy curls. He turned his head to look at you and chuckled when he saw his shirt in your mouth. He gently reached over and took it from your mouth before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You fluttered your eyes and looked at him.

“Good girl..” He murmured slowly, tracing hearts on your face. You blushed, nuzzling closer to him. You felt content now, knowing you finally got what you wanted. Him.

How your father would handle it would be another day's problem. The only thing you could think about now was how his arms wrapped around you as you both laid exhausted.

[littlemissmiller]

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆

Pairing: billy the kid x fem!reader

Summary: you’ve been billy’s best friend since he came to Santa Fe. You two always got into trouble together, but lately he’s been distant. one night, billy gets into a fight after a poker game gets out of hand. he comes to you, hoping you’ll bandage him up without giving him anymore trouble than he’s already been in. as you help fix him up, you can’t help but notice how truly handsome he is and then, one thing leads to another…

Warning: 21+ (drinking), heavy fluff, smut, p in v , oral (f reviving) slight dirty talk

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: hello hello hello! i’m back with another lil spicy read. this one is so cute and fluffy and took me forever to write but here we are and i hope to get more out with the show being back. unfortunately I haven’t had time to watch the new episodes but i plan on it tonight. also i do take requests (i mainly write for pedro pascal and tom blyth, but I do a lot of other fandoms too so just ask.) so yeah…it’s a hot fan fiction summer y’all so get ready for the heat 🔥🥵 enjoy loves ♡︎

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It is a warm night. The kinda night that smells fresh and ready for adventure. Billy’s favorite kind of nights. The kind of nights that Billy just loves to make memories getting into trouble. When you and him were kids, there was nothing better than sneaking out with Billy. Going out into town, sneaking into bars mainly, but occasionally the two of you would ride out into the hills, just to get a better view of the stars. Sharing a bottle of stolen liquor from the local boarding house, the two of you would gaze up, trying to count them all and connecting the dots into your own pictures and making up your own stories. You always had a soft spot in your heart for him, and truly felt as if that feeling only extended to a friendship. That’s what you told yourself anyways.

So tonight reminded him of one of those many nights he had shared with you. As he enters the saloon, he feels lucky and optimistic. But as he exits, he stumbles into the dirt pavement as he’s pushed back onto the ground by another patron.

“You’re a damn cheat kid!” A burly man yelled down at Billy

He spits the blood out of his mouth and glances his eyes back onto the man who hit him. He stands over Billy, his angry scowl growing on his face.

“I play fair. Can’t help you, can't take it on the chin like a real man.” Billy spits at him

With that the man moves in, running up to kick him in the stomach. Billy, quick as ever, turns over and runs back up on his feet. He holds his hand over his holster, ready to defend himself if need be, even though he was still practicing his quick draw in his mirror, he wasn’t a bad shot. The man strode forward, snarling at him, drunkenly raising his right hook. Billy easily avoided him, but suddenly another man grabbed his shoulder and he tried to wrangle himself free. The drunk man launches forward, aiming for his face, missing, but still landing a nasty punch to his stomach. He spits out more blood, but holds his head up. The man swings again, this time landing him square in the jaw. Billy could feel the cold metal of his ring as it grazes against his chin.

Billy grunts, the man holding him from behind knees him hard under his thighs and Billy decides he has had enough. In a moment of quick thinking, Billy kicks in the kneecaps of the man holding him, and he falls back. Billy whips out his pistol, and points it at the drunk man. The drunk man, seemingly not aware or afraid of the gun in his face lunges toward him, but in his drunken state, he falls down. Billy spits on him, kicking the dirt up in his face as he runs off, heading in the direction of your house.

Meanwhile, you’re still awake, deeply immersed in an old copy of Romeo and Juliet. The flame from your candle was slowly lulling you into sleep and just as you’re about to blow it out, you hear a rapid knocking on your door. You have a feeling you know who it is, but nonetheless you call out asking “who is it?”while opening the door.

Billy stands at your doorway, holding his stomach, bent over slightly. His lip is beat and bloody. His eyes look up at your own briefly as he whines in pain. You usher him inside and he limps in.

“Christ Billy, what happened?”

“Man couldn’t handle a poker loss.” He explains, reaching into his back pocket and lays down a wad of cash, about $10 worth.

“You won that?”

“Yeah. Gotta keep some money safe for my Ma. Those assholes were so drunk they forgot how to count chips” he groans, stumbling into your kitchen chair. He continues to hold his stomach in pain.

“They think you tried to cheat them?” You ask

He nods, wincing, his face scrunching up in pain. You rush over to him, kneeling at his side.

“Well, your ma is going to be in a fit if she sees you like this.” You say, fingers dancing across his jaw. You move his chin to get a better look at his swollen lip. Whoever had fought him, had given him.

“Yeah. Plan is to be out all day tomorrow. Let the swelling die down. But for now, can you help patch me up?” He groans

“Oh” you scoff jokingly

You stand up, smiling at him, and heading into your bedroom to grab a first aid kit. You were no nurse, but you knew how to help bandage him up enough so that you can make him look pretty again. It was hard to deny that your best friend is unbearably handsome. It wasn’t something you had noticed before, especially growing up, but this summer he had changed. His face had lost all its round baby fat, and his sharp features showed just how handsome he really was. You think it’s his eyes. They are a deep blue, and stand out from the rest of his features. They capture you and draw you into him.

Nowadays, every time you look into them you nearly drown. Your thoughts get carried away with the thought of him bare on top of you, those same eyes trailing down your body, admiring your beauty. You have to frequently remind yourself to think of other things.

You scurry back into your kitchen. You run over to your liquor cabinet, grabbing the highest proof whisky you have. You turn and kneel back beside him. You open the kit, and get out some bandages. You unscrew the cap to the whiskey and pour some of it on a cloth.

“I’d much rather just drink it.” He smirks

“Fine, but I still need to clean your wound.” You explain, dapping the cloth on his split open mouth. He winces at the sting of the alcohol. He pulls back in pain, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig.

“Fuck” he grits

“I know I know I’m sorry…just let me…” you apologize, dabbing under his lip and on his jaw where a fresh cut had been sitting on his chin.

“This cut? Did one of them have a ring.”

“I guess so.”

You sigh. He sounds so reckless. So careless in his demeanor. Yet, as you clean him off you can’t help but admire how smooth his skin is, how this closeness felt strangely intimate. The overwhelming feeling to kiss his perfect jawline was a temptation like no other. The way his beautiful eyes occasionally glances at you makes your heart melt, and your breath feels shaky. You calm yourself and refocus your attention back on his bloody face.

“Oh Billy…” you sigh, shaking your head.

“Ain’t my fault I’m a good card player. Ain’t my fault I’m young and better enough to beat them old men at their own game.”

“You just need to be more careful Billy. One of these days you’re gonna get really hurt.” You warn

“I can handle myself.” He quips

“Yeah apparently enough to go on adventures all by yourself now huh?” You raise an eyebrow at him

He scoffs and hangs his head, turning away from you.

“You know one of these days Billy you’re gonna get too ahead of yourself and get into real trouble. Real trouble you ain’t gonna get yourself out of. Then what?” You ask, cleaning up the last of the blood.

At this point, Billy was on the brink of losing it. Why are you giving him so much grief over this? A bar fight nonetheless? Something as naturally occurring as the desert heat in Santa Fe. Angry, you force him to look at you, turning his chin toward you.

He huffs, his breathing heavy.

“Do you really want your poor Ma to visit you in a jail cell?”

You take it too far. Even you know it. The moment the sentence spills for your lips it hits Billy’s ears like a ton of bricks.

“I just- I’m sorry I just…”

Billy grabs your hand, forcing it away from his chin and into your lap.

“No. You’ve said enough. I thought you were my friend. Why you talking down on me like you raised me?” He sneers

“Because I don’t want to see you hanging from a tree!” You shout

Billy’s eyes widen and yours fill up with tears.

“And one of these days I’m afraid that that’s the last I’ll ever see of ya! Since you like to run on your own now. I guess I ain’t good enough to tag along with you anymore either?”

“Is this what you’re mad about? I don’t understand you’re worried I’m gonna get myself into trouble, but you also want to seem to tag along. So which one is it?” He asks, shaking his head.

“Maybe I want to tag along to make sure you stay out of trouble.” You whisper harshly, holding back your sobs.

He hangs his head, sighing your name.

“Maybe I don’t take you anywhere no more to keep you safe. You know I ain’t nothing but trouble these days.”

“You say that like it’s written in stone somewhere. Like it’s meant to be. Why Billy? Why do you think you have to be no good?

“I don’t think I have to be, but if I wanna protect my family then I may have to do things I ain’t proud of…especially if I have to protect you…” he breathes

“What do you mean?”

“Ain’t it obvious, darling?”

You shake your head in confusion and raise an eyebrow

“No?”

He sighs and leans in.

“Because you mean everything to me.” He gasps and not being able to control himself any longer, he swiftly cups your face, dragging your face to his own and kisses you deeply. You moan in surprise, letting his soft lips consume your own. He pulls back all too quickly though, feeling guilty for being so bold. What if you didn’t like him like that? Then you nod and he smiles. His lips look so soft and inviting and you lean back in. You firmly press your lips against his, your hand clutching the back of his head, pushing him towards you. You run your fingers through his brown soft locks. You’re kissing him back, and seem to want more, which Billy didn’t expect.

“See you what I mean?” He mumbles against your lips, smiling.

You nod in response.

“Billy…” you whisper

“Yes, darling?”

You stand up and slide onto his lap, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for that.”

“Me too, I thought maybe you’d reject me.” He smiles, gently rubbing your thigh, hiking your dress up slightly.

“Why do you think I was so upset with you? You smile and with his other hand, he strokes your cheek with his thumb.

“I’m sorry I was so distant, but now you know why I’ve been acting like you’re nothing to me. I’ve been a complete ass I know. Let me make it up to you?”

He leans in again as you nod. Now that your collective previously unspoken feelings have come to light, there is no holding back. For both of you. Billy moves more quickly, his mouth becoming more needy for you, and you love it. He pokes his tongue through, exploring your mouth. You let him in, wanting more of whatever he gives you. You can’t help but moan against his mouth and he holds your face tighter. You can barely keep up with him, it’s so apparent that he wants you based on the way he practically consumes you. Every kiss feels like a flame that burns your lips, seering the very memory of his lip on your own. You could do this for hours. Kissing Billy was one thing, but completely losing yourself in this messy, raw passion was another. He pulls back to look at you, capturing the moment and image of you to memory. You can tell he wants to say something, but you already know.

“I know Billy, me too…”

He smirks and places a quick kiss on your lips. He smiles, giving you the most goofy, boyish look. He rubs your cheeks in his hands, feeling ever so loved by him. He moved them to your neck and continues to kiss you. He moves his mouth slowly to your chin, down to your jawline and onto your neck. You move your head to the side to give him more space and he practically attacks you. You gasp as he moves his hands down under your dress and up your thighs.

“Can I?” He breathes

“You can…take me to my room first” you whisper, batting your eyes at him. He nods enthusiastically, waiting no time to swoop you up into his arms. Your legs dangle from the crook of his elbow and you hang onto him. He kisses your neck and jaw and he carries you into your bedroom. Once there, he sets you down on the bed and slips his suspenders off his shoulders. He starts to unbutton his shirt, then falls onto you, catching himself and caging you with his arms. He just can’t help himself. He wants to kiss you now that he has you all to himself. He unbuttons the rest of his shirt, tossing it aside and dancing his fingers up to the strings of your dress. You admire his lean figure, his body so toned and handsome.

“Now can I?” He smirks

You nod and he starts to untie the front of your dress. His eyes meet your own, and you start to feel lost in the ocean of his irises. Once he loosens your dress he pulls it past your shoulders, his fingers dancing over your collar bone, following the delicate fabric as it falls down your body. He leans down, kissing the crook of your neck, shoulder and just along your cleavage. You grasp the back of his head, close your eyes and let yourself go under the touch of his lips. You start to slowly and quietly chant his name, fingers running up and down his neck as the sensation of his touch sends you into bliss. He smiles as he presses his mouth against your skin, soaking in the way you melt under him.

“Is this ok?” He asks

“Of course, Billy. Please, don’t stop…” you plea

He slips your dress down more, revealing your chest to him. He gaps in awe, starting to cup and knead your breast. He pinches the nipple before diving down and sucking. You arch your back in response, moaning and biting down on your lip. He swirls it around his mouth, before moving his lips to give the other breast the same attention. His other hand moves down to hike up your dress and he finds the lining of your panties. He looks at you again for approval and you mouth “yes” to him.

With that, he pulls them down and tosses them aside. He trails his fingers to your core, finding your heat and rubbing your clit. He is slow and you love it. He wants to take his time with you, show you how much he loves you and wants to please you. You spread your legs, knees drawing closer to your chest. He shuffles his body more in-between them. He starts to move his hips against you, excited at the idea of seeing you fully bare before him. You simultaneously shift out of your dress, Billy helping to pull the rest down. Once you are fully naked, he takes time to take you in.

“Christ darling, you’re a beauty.”

He rubs your hips, running his hands up to your waist and gripping tight. He pulls you forward as he slides down the bed onto his knees.

“Billy you don’t have to…” you breath

He kisses your thigh and smiles greedily.

“Believe me I want to. Let me?” He practically begs, doe eyes glimmering with desire.

You push your hips forward, readjusting to get closer to his face. You nod wordlessly and he kisses up your thigh. Once he reaches your core, he cautiously presses a kiss to your clit. You gasp, resting on your elbows as you start to feel your body relax on his tongue. He licks a curious broad stripe up your entire slit, before giving it small, precise kitten licks. Then, he wraps his mouth around it, sucking and pulling at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Meanwhile, you let your moans and whines stumble from your lips. He loves it, your sounds of pleasure showing him just how much you wanted him.

At this point Billy feels drunker than whiskey off the taste of you, your juices a delicious, exotic, elixir to him. Like water in the desert, he drinks you up. He holds your thighs in his arms, massaging them while he moves his face as he also moves his tongue. You grab his hair, his soft brown lock tangling in your fingers. You also grab onto one of the hands grabbing your thigh. He glances up at you, pulling back for a moment to smile at you and appreciating your affectionate attention. You love the way he makes you feel and he can tell.

“Feels so good, fuck keep going…”

“So vulgar.” He smirks

“Are you kidding me, my best friend is eating me out and he’s doing a god damn spectacular job of it. How could I not let my tongue get the better of me.” You smirk, lips sliding into a satisfied grin.

“I’m still just your best friend…”

“Maybe a little bit more than a friend after tonight. Is that what you want?” You ask, dreamily

“Yes, darling, more than anything.”

He dives back in, lapping you up and greedily drinking your juices again. He’s almost animalistic as he moves his month, hands moving to grope your ass. You lift your hips to allow him. He moans against your core, needing more and more of you. He gives your clit a few soft kisses, then pulls back and climbs back on top of you.

As he does, he loosens his belt and starts to pull down his pants. He slides out of them, showing you the growing bulge in between his legs. He takes himself in his hand, stroking and you gawk at him. You had always heard that taller, leaner men had the real tools to satisfy a woman and it seems Billy was living proof. His cock was so long and thick, tip red and ready. He wipes the pre-cum along it, moving it down his shaft, slightly lubing himself. You love that you and him are bare like this and you readjust your hips in anticipation. He licks his hand then places it on your pussy, swirling his fingers.

You clutch his biceps, mouth agape as he rubs your entrance with his tip.

“Please…” you beg

He slides in, stretching you out perfectly.

“Mmmm oh fuck, you’re so perfect wrapped around me.”

He sinks in deeper and deeper until he hits your cervix. You let out a loud groan, adjusting to his size. He cups your face, going back and forth in between your beautiful eyes and the place where his cock meets your entrance. He moves his hips slowly, afraid that he might hurt you. After a few thrusts you start to feel your pleasure return, and you ride your new wave of ecstasy. He feels so incredible, his length filling you up so perfectly and as he speeds up, you feel overwhelmed. The rhythm of his cock so relaxing and mesmerizing, it almost lulls you to sleep. He notices and kisses you.

“Fuck Billy, I wanted you like this so bad.”

“Me too, so fucking bad.”

He quickens his pace, giving you more of him and you smile against his lips. You let out a few breathy laughs and he rocks you on the bed. He keeps going like this for a while, kissing you and admiring your beauty.

“Maybe we should withhold our feelings from each other more often, because I don’t know about you but admitting your love for me like this feels incredible.” You mumble

“Mmm I could be in you all night.” He responds

“I have no quarrel with that.”

Billy and you both share a small, quaint laugh and he rolls you over. He starts to sit up and his lips lock with your own. He starts to move your hips and in return you pick them up and bounce. He pulls back, gasping and watches you as you move on him. He utterly transfixed on how your waist and hips move smoothly, how your tits bounce, and how elegant you are. You’re made for him. He moves his hand up and down your stomach and you steady yourself, placing your hands around his neck. Tempted by the way you move on him, he pops one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking at your flesh. He pulls your nipple into his mouth, making you groan and clutch his head.

“My god how did you get to be so perfect?” He questions

“Am I perfect?” You snicker

“More than that, if even possible.”

“Now you’re just being nice” you huff

“Not true darling, not true at all.”

Before you can protest, his lips silence you. Billy pumps into you, lips refusing to leave yours as he feels you clench down on him. You’re close and you cling to him as he sends you over the edge.

“Oh Billy, Billy, you’re gonna make me…you’re gonna make me cum…1fuck!”

He nods into the crook of your neck and you feel yourself becoming undone. You writhe on top of him, arching your back and letting the euphoria overtake you. You reach a peak then slowly come down, catching your breath as you do. He flips you over, eager to satisfy his own needs. He pumps his length into you, messily, his actions becoming more and more sloppy. You can feel he’s close.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum on your stomach okay?” He informs and you nod.

A few more pumps and then, he pulls out. Strings a warm, white cum spill onto your stomach and even up to the valley of your breasts. He rubs himself as the last few drops spill from his tip. He catches his breath, looking around for something to clean you off with. He reaches over on the night stand and takes the towel from inside the wash basin. He cleans you up, then kisses you softly.

“I love you. I always have.” He whispers

“Me too Billy. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

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[anonynaomi]

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