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allzelemonz · 9 months

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Red Dead Redemption Scenarios: “Fuck me.”

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Beginnings of smut, language Warnings: Begging, kissing, neck kissing, grinding, hand jobs, blow job

Abe:

It comes out as a whisper, one you barely register. Abe’s cheeks are pinker than his sunburned nose. Your hands are under his shirt, feeling his soft skin, and your knee is wedged between his legs. He’s hard against you and he’s been grinding desperately. You’ve never outright heard him say those words before but it makes a spark of pleasure go straight to your dick.

“Please…” He gasps as he rubs against your thigh a certain way.

Your hands drop down to unfasten his pants. “Whatever you want, Abe.”

He puts a hand on the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. In the midst of his hungry attention you manage to get his pants down and slip a container of pomade from your pocket.

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He freezes for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. You can’t stand the strain against your pants anymore and Abe’s been palming you for far too long.

“Abe, come on.” You move his hand from your bulge to the fastenings of your pants. “Fuck me, please.”

His cheeks grow pink but his hands work at the fastenings, his focus turning entirely to getting your pants off. He pulls them down as quickly as he can. You press kisses to his neck as he works on his own pants, your hands urging them down with his.

Bill Williamson:

You smile. “Marion…”

“Shut up.” He mutters against your lips. “J-just do it, will ya?”

You can feel his dick pressing against your own, both of you so sandwiched together that every inch of his front is against yours. The words had slipped from his lips the second you rested your hand on his ass.

“Say it again.”

His face turns red and he buries it in your shoulder.

“You just sounded so sweet, Bill.” You reassure, pressing kisses to his head. “Please.”

“Please, fuck me.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

You run your hands over his side for a moment, relishing the words, before you dip them between you to unfasten his pants. Bill gives you the space and hastily tugs them off when you’re done.

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Bill smiles against your skin, his lips hovering over your stomach. He pauses his worshiping of your body to look up at you as his hands move to your waist. His cheeks are red and his eyes clouded with lust.

“I will, darlin’.” He says, beginning to kiss at your chest now.

“Now, Bill…” You buck up against his hips as he moves up to kiss your neck. “Please fuck me, Bill. I need you.”

He lets his hips drop so you can comfortably grind against them as he cups your cheeks and kisses your lips as gently as he had everywhere else. “Alright, alright. Since yer asking all nice.”

Charles Smith:

You stop for a moment, your hands loosening on Charles’s hips and your lips pulling away from his neck. “What did you say?”

He shakes his head with an embarrassed smile. “Don’t make me say it again.”

“No, no, Charles.” You run your hands up his sides as you lean in close to his lips. “What did you say?”

He opens his mouth but words don’t come out as his eyes search your face. His breath hitches and his own hands find a place on your hips, pulling your lower halves closer.

“Please fuck me.”

“Was that all?” You smile, pressing your lips to his.

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He smiles before giving you a slow kiss, his hands tightening on your waist. “You really want that?”

“Please, Charles.”

“Just never thought you’d ask like that.” He mumbles, pressing his lips to yours for a short kiss. “But I’m happy to.”

His hands move to your pants, working at their fastenings, as he dips his head to kiss along your neck.

Colm O’Driscoll:

Colm pulls you down to the bed, holding your shirt as you land on top of him. The words left his mouth in a growl and you’re still processing them when he tugs your pants down and his hand grabs roughly at your hardened dick.

“Fuck me rough, sweetheart.” He says with a tight squeeze that nearly has your vision blurring. “Can ya do that fer me?”

You gaze down at him, a bit of a haze obstructing your view of his face. “Of course, Colm.”

He loosens his grip and your vision gradually returns, his endearing expression becoming clear. You let your hands wander down his slim frame to his pants, tugging them down.

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Colm’s hand stops, mid pump of your dick as you lay on your back with him sprawled on his side next to you. You can feel his lips stretch into a grin against your collarbone and the low chuckle hits your ears a second later. He squeezes you and his lips press a soft kiss to your throat.

“Say that fer me again, sugar.” He asks with a certain breathlessness to his voice.

You try not to squirm against his firm hand as you gather the words. “Please fuck me, Colm.”

His hand releases your dick and dips between your legs, fingers feeling along the sensitive skin for what you want him to find. “Anything fer my good boy.”

Kieran Duffy:

You smile against his neck and your hands drop down to his pants right away. As you pull away you see Kieran’s pink flushed face and his eyes intently watching your hands as they work.

“Didn’t know you were in a hurry, Kieran.”

The pink turns to red as he watches you finally tug his pants down. “I just need ya… real bad.”

You pull a container of pomade from your pocket and smile at him. “I know, sweetheart, I know.”

He watches you open the container with heavy breaths. “Please hurry.”

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He pulls back from your jaw, where he’d been littering kisses, and looks at you with a reddening face. “Ya want me…”

You kiss his hot cheeks. “I always want you, Kieran.” Slowly you direct his hands to your pant’s fastenings. “Come on, fuck me.”

He hesitates for a moment before his hands work at the fastenings. You distract him with kisses along his beard line but he pulls them down fast and gets a good amount of pomade on his fingers even faster.

Micah Bell:

You tug his hair, making him look at you. “Desperate tonight?”

“Shut up, cowboy.” He groans. “Ain’t got the balls ta fuck me senseless, that it?”

“Oh, senseless…” You grind your knee up against his hard dick. “You wanna be fucked senseless. That changes things.”

He chuckles. “Go on then, sweetheart.”

“You gonna be a good boy, Micah?” You ask, pressing harder against him.

He takes heavy breaths, desperately pushing back against your leg. “Shit, darlin’, I’ll be whatever ya want.”

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He chuckles lowly, his hands already working to unfasten your pants. “Oh, I like that, darlin’.”

He tugs your pants down as he pulls you in for a kiss. You help him with his own pants, grinding into him all the while.

“Didn’t think you was so needy, cowpoke.” He mumbles against your lips.

“Just wanna feel you, Micah.” You smile, pressing soft kisses to his lips as your hands fish out his dick.

He grabs your wrist, stopping you. “Ain’t doin’ nothin’ ‘til ya say that again, little nicer this time.”

You trail kisses across his cheek, resting your lips beside his ear. “Fuck me, Micah, please.”

He presses himself firmly against you. “If you insist, cowboy.”

Sean MacGuire:

You shake your head, holding his hair tightly. “Not yet, Sean.”

“Please, sweetheart.” He looks up at you with pleading eyes. “Ain’t I done enough down ‘ere?”

“It’s been two minutes.”

“Come on, big man, I want ya so bad.” He whines. “I’ll suck ya off tomorrow if ya just fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.”

You fish the tin of pomade out of your pocket and Sean’s face lights up for a moment. You release his hair and toss the tin to him. He catches it with an odd look.

“You wanna get fucked, Sean? Better get yourself ready for me.”

He grins. “Ya wan’ a show, big man? Ol’ MacGuire’ll give ya a show.”

---

He freezes for a moment before a grin settles over his face. “Oh, ya wan’ me, do ya? Wan’ Sean-y ta fill ya up good an’ proper, sweetheart? Ya-”

“Sean, just fuck me.” You sigh, smiling at him. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Right, whatever ya want.” He fumbles for the tin of pomade in his pocket. “I’ll fuck ya right, love, ya can be sure a’ that. Might not be walk-”

You tilt your head back as you take a breath. “Sean, love of my life. Shut up, get the pomade, and fuck me.”

“Sorry, love.” He focuses for a second to get the lid off. “Ya just get me goin’ so bad an’ it’s hard ta- I’ll get to it, love.”

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socialfilter · 3 months

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Red Dead Redemption 2 Characters as ABBA songs

- a 7am thought come to fruition by me, a deluded little guy

Arthur Morgan - The Winner Takes It All

The gods may throw the dice, their minds as cold ice, and someone way down here, loses someone dear.

John Marston - Name of the Game

If I trust in you, would you let me down? Would you laugh at me, if I said I care for you? Could you feel the same way too?

Lenny Summers - Take A Chance on Me

Gonna do my very best and it ain’t no lie. If you put me to the test, if you let me try.

Susan Grimshaw - Fernando

If I had to do the same again, I would, my friend, Fernando.

Tilly Jackson - So Long

Tracy, Daisy, they might be crazy but I’ll never be your girl.

Mary-Beth Gaskill - Honey Honey

the way that you kiss goodnight, the way that you hold me tight.

Karen Jones - Chiquitita

you’ll be dancing once again, and the pain will end

Sean Maguire - Does Your Mother Know

Now you’re so cute, I like your style, and I know what you mean when you give me a flash of that smile.

Molly O’Shea - SOS

so when you’re near me darling, can’t you hear me? SOS

Dutch Van Der Linde - Angeleyes

and one day you’ll find he wears a disguise. don’t look too deep into those angel eyes.

Hosea Matthews - I Still Have Faith In You

do I have it in me? I believe it is in there.

Marion ‘Bill’ Williamson - Me and I

yes, I am to myself what jekyll must be to hyde

Micah Bell - On and On and On

keep on rockin’ baby till the night is gone

Javier Escuella - The Visitors

Voices growing louder, irritation building, and I’m close to faintin’- crackin’ up!

Charles Smith - When All Is Said And Done

It’s so strange, when you’re down and lying and on the floor. How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more.

Mary Linton - Knowing Me Knowing You

here is where the story ends, this is goodbye

Charlotte Balfour - Andante Andante

play me time and time again, make me strong

Jack Marston - I’ve Been Waiting For You

I love you, I adore you, I lay my life before you.

Abigail Roberts - Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Sadie Adler - Voulez-Vous

masters of the scene, we’ve done it all before and now we’re back to get some more

Josiah Trelawny - Eagle

And I dream I’m an eagle, I dream I can spread my wings and fly

Kieran Duffy - Suzy Hang-Around

Nobody wants you around here and that’s for sure. So get off our playground and stay away.

Rains Fall - Slipping Through My Fingers

Then when she’s gone, there’s that odd melancholy feeling and a sense of guilt I can’t deny.

Eagle Flies - Lay All Your Love On Me

Now everything is new, and all I’ve learned has overturned, I beg of you.

Reverend Swanson - I Have A Dream

I believe in angels, something good in everything I see

Bonus:

Arthur/Mary - My Love, My Life

you are still my love and my life, still my one and and only

Sadie/Abigail - One of Us

one of us is crying, one of us is lying in her lonely bed.

Arthur/Charles - Our Last Summer

living for the day, worries far away.

John/Abigail - Super Trouper

The sight of you will prove to me I’m still alive.

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nexionswild · 11 months

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IN WHICH reader defend bill from micah's mockery.

includes: bill williamsom x reader

content warning: micah is his own warning, but nothong crazy, fluff, bill's real name "marion", no pronouns. [GN]

a/n: bill doesn't get enough appreciation imo.. i mean poor guy everyone bullies him.

word count: 1, 375

You're not the confrontational type.

Like Mary-Beth or Hosea, you like to sit back and relax as you enjoy the songs of the wildlife while reading a nice book about the fantasies of the world or the events of some author's life, and nobody bothered you about it. Aside from drowning yourself in words or games, everyone knew that you know how to handle yourself, perhaps from time to time you had to be the one in distress but it was remotely easy, given the fact that you already got the dirty work done, hence granting the gang members an easy access to get to you. All of that to say that you're not messed with, and despite Micah's barking, do you really care? No, and it infuriates him how boring your reactions were, there was no flavor, no taste. Slowly, his annoying bickering slowly drifted onto Bill, and you've noticed how increasingly loud he's become.

Each times he'd strike a conversation with him, he'd sarcastically reply or straight up mock him while claiming he was just "messing around" when obviously he's desperately pushing all of his buttons to get him riled up and fuming in nothing but pure anger, and fortunately for Micah, he was aiming at a man who's temper is as fragile as a flower. And though Bill knows he shouldn't be easily driven up into madness knowing Micah's intention, he can't help it. He can't just ignore it, why do you think he keeps replying to his mischievous questions? You couldn't help but feel bad for Williamson, all he does is quietly finishing his job then drinking himself to death if not for Micah's teasing, otherwise he'd be playing Dominos or Poker, or make sure he has ammunition and check if his equipment's clean.

Recently, you've been noticing his drinking habits has been progressively worse to the point where he deals with a massive yet agonizing hangover the next morning. You've been trying to help him through it, but being full of himself, he'd often brush it off and claim he'll be fine without bothering you too much. You're a pacifist, and he knows. That's why he doesn't snap at you like he does with others who try to reason with him or smack some sense into that thick brain of his. Today is another day where you sit quietly in your corner as the crackle of the campfire plagues your ears with the laughter and the drunken slurring sentences of the gang. Like usual, you use the light source of the campfire's dancing flames to keep track on what you're reading with a bottle of beer by your side, there's nothing to do around these hours really, so the least you could do is entertain yourself with fancy words and overly detailed description of an item that could be something as simple as a silver spoon.

Usually your mind gets foggy and automatically cancels out noises to focus on your activity, but your concern for Bill has hit a point where you'd willingly stop your reading to look over, then slide your eyes back to the dirty, yellow pages of your novel. "Got yerself a bodyguard, Marion?" Micah's voice spoke up with a harsh tone as he looked over to Bill, who'd been peacefully drinking his whiskey before grunting at the man's new attempt at making his blood boil. You'd relax on your back, watching it unfold to figure out the best moment to put an end to it. Bill stared before taking a deep breath as he was looking in silence. "What's yer deal, Micah? Always pickin' on me for nuthin'... what is it?"

You'd take a sip out of your bottle as you glanced over, switching your gaze to whoever's talking. And soon enough, the conversation slowly built up with tension as Bill's grip on his bottle increased to the point where you could see the cracks forming on the glass as he sneered back. And Micah? He was sickly enjoying it. You could tell by the smile on his face as he seemed to be analyzing Bill's expression while he spat all the possible insults that came up in his head. "I was just playin' around, Marion. Just playin' and yappin' as usual, f'course.. no need to be cryin' bout it, Williamson."

"You little—" Bill got up as he gripped on his holster where his gun hid as a twitch became noticeable on his face, a vein popping out of his neck while his eyes narrowed in fury.

"Micah, you'd be cryin' on your knees if Dutch told you to shut up and walk away. Ya think we ain't seeing ya lickin' his boot like a dog everytime you spoke to him, Mr. Bell?" You'd talk back with nonchalance as you slowly put your bottle down, your brow raising as you tilted your head to the side. It was new, because you never searched for any problems with anyone, and picking a fight with you was quite difficult since you'd quietly brush it off as if whatever they say to you in an effort to get a rise out of you was nothing but a mosquito bite. Micah would stare at you, caught off guard before bursting in malicious laughter. "Have I angered the little slacker? Oh, how wonderful.. my, oh my, how nasty."

"The only nasty thing here is yer mouth runnin' wild. Why don't you put those cocky lips to work and start gettin' it on with Dutch? Since he's so great, and amazing.." you'd quote him. You know damn well how it goes with him and his tendency of pleasing and swaying Dutch by saying the most ridiculous of compliments to gain more affection points from his part, you've been keeping a low profile, yes, but you've been listening to everyone in silence too, it felt like knowing everyone's secret being in your position. Your head cocked to the side as you watched with your bedroom eyes, your lids falling slightly revealing nothing but boredom. You weren't entertained by this, you didn't get the thrill of an argument like Micah. Obviously you weren't as bright as him and he knows. He'd stare for a couple of minutes before laughing, coughs interrupting in as he hummed. "Yer a clown, real funny. Fine.. apologies for touchin' yer prince. Cowpoke." He grunts with a distasteful smile, before eventually walking away. Bill could only watch in dreadful silence before huffing as he groggily sat down on his seat, an exhausted sigh purring out while he messily took a sip from his bottle.

You didn't expect a thank you from his part, and he isn't in the mood to express his pitiful gratitude right now. He'd cough for a while as if to fill the void between the two of you before tilting his head down where his hat would cover half of his face, only revealing his beard and dry lips. His body was burning hot with anger and the alcohol he consumed. "You.. you didn't have to do that, y'know?" He mumbled under his breath, his fingers twitching and fidgeting around his whiskey as he cleared his throat before looking back at you. You'd stare at him in a haze, your brows raising slightly before blinking. "It wasn't for you."

You'd lean on your seat as you spoke. "I was just makin' sure big bad Bill wouldn't be killin' anyone." You said, boring into his eyes as he kept his head slightly low. There was another moment of quiet, but then suddenly you'd hear a choked out laugh, sounding like an overheated kettle as he snorts. You'd chuckle along with him, figuring you've put him at ease for now.

"Fine, I guess you were right for that." He blurted out, looking away for a moment before his eyes dragged back to you. He seemed way more calm and relaxed, it was seeing him that way. Usually he was always grumpy or stayed in his own corner, where he'd be doing nothing but chopping wood or picking a fight with everyone, or even sharpening his knife and prepping his guns.

"Thank you."

He said. You look up, surprised. But a warm smile rushed over. "Sure, you're welcome, Bill."

#🎀 : nexion 's fic #gender neutral reader #rdr2 x reader #reader insert #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #x reader #xreader #bill williamson x reader #bill williamson #micah is still an asshole #micah bell #rdr #rdr2

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redemptionbaby · 2 years

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hi!! you’re one of my favorite fic writers for bill (and every other character too.) would you do some headcanons for him where he’s pining for the reader but mistakenly believes that she would never want him?

Bill Williamson

Bill has never had the most confidence. It’s been that way for years. He’s bald, he’s big, and it seems like he’s always getting told off for messing something up. He’s suffered enough social embarrassments that he doesn’t often make any effort to reach out to others.

Things seem bleakest when it comes to you

You’re pretty. Kind— and not just in that polite, tolerant way where you don’t just talk with him not to be rude. It always seems like you really care about hearing what he says. He can be bristly, and he hates the things that come out of his mouth when he’s in a bad mood and you catch him in it, because no one gives him the time of day like you.

Not to mention….. he can see the competition from every angle. Arthur is a Prince Charming— always doing good deeds. Charles is smart and stoically handsome. Javier can serenade you, and knows how to dress well…. Bill feels hopeless when it comes to charming you. What does he have to give?

He remembers the day someone told you about his name. His real one. Despite how he begged and pleaded for them not to— someone got a little tipsy and loose lipped around you.

And you didn’t laugh even a little. You tilted your head and smiled, praising it for being a nice name you hadn’t seen in a long time. You didn’t have to hold back giggles just to spare his feelings.

And when he thinks of it, he imagines what it would be like to hear you calling his name. He doesn’t hate how it sounds in his mind…. “Marion” coming from your lips.

He’s so caught in his reverie and self pity that he doesn’t even realize you’re practically dying to spend more time with him.

It happens at one of those impromptu parties. Someone happens upon a crate or two of beer on some job or another. And the music gets going as the sun sets, and people dance and forget about everything else.

You sit on a crate with a drink perched next to you, in between dances with the other men of the camp who ask for it. You never refuse anyone when spirits are this high. Bill looks longingly in your direction— afraid someone else will approach you just as he does, and he’ll have to face an indirect rejection from you as you walk into someone else’s arms.

It’s a “Go on, son,” from Hosea that kicks him out of his seat to approach.

Maybe a bit of Arthur saying “Williamson, you fool, she’s waitin’ for you!”

It’s the golden hour. You glow. Your eyes are bright and sparkly. He hopes it isn’t obvious that he’s almost shaking in his boots as he tries to force the words out.

He barely finishes getting through the question when Sean stumbles up and tries to pull you away to dance, giggling, paying no mind at all to Bill. The very thing he feared. He braces himself for you to go off with the Irishman.

“Sorry Sean, Bill beat you to asking me,” you inform him gently, “maybe some other time.”

You take his arm and he feels like he’s floating when you guide him to the open space where everyone is dancing. He’s so nervous and disbelieving that you have to move his hands into place for him before you begin.

You smile and sigh. “I was waiting all night. I thought you were never going to ask….”

He’s smiling, beet red, and for once, no one says a damned thing to mock Bill Williamson as he dances.

#writing #bill williamson x reader #bill williamson #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader

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dutchieliciousplans · 2 months

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He's gay, he's gay, he's bi, she's a lesbian and he's gay

The most of the vanderlinde gang are just hiding in one big closet. You can't convince me this is just a LesbianGayBi club going on around the campfire 😌.

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slicedmayonnaise · 1 month

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bill x kieran isn't talked about enough.

bill being hopelessly infatuated with kieran but not knowing how to express it and so he ends up scaring kieran off.

i like to think that after a while, they found out they were both in the army and ended up bonding over that. bill finally eased up on kieran w all the teasing and threatening. bill stands next to kieran, drinking a beer as kieran cleans/feeds the horses. he just watches him bc he still doesn't know how to express his feelings for kieran, and kieran doesn't know how to pick up on being hit on so it's just really awkward and torturous for bill. plus he knows kieran likes mary beth.

so bill is left gazing longingly at the pretty horse boy </3

then the inevitable heartbreak when kieran is killed. blaming himself for not being able to protect him.

he definitely visited his grave a couple times and left flowers (not real flowers, but like dendelions that he pulled from the dirt in the road)

#kieran duffy #bill williamson #marion williamson #bill x kieran #kieran x bill #idk their ship name #do they have a ship name?#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #red dead fandom #red dead redemption community #rdr #red dead redemption two #red dead #red dead 2

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pookiecowpoke · 2 years

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Some Algernon and bill, delicate and the rough. They just go perfect together ngl ٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑) make it spicccyyy

Pairing: Marion “Bill” Williamson/Algernon Wasp

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II

Tags: Canon Divergence, Table Sex, Rough Sex, Sex as a way to cope (Kind of), Cream Pie, Dirty Talk, Possessive Behavior, Brief: period typical homosexual slur.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2900

Comments: Honestly, when my boyfriend suggested this pairing I was fully on board from the beginning. I think Bill would totally go for Algernon. I mean come on, twinky high-class guy who is a little vain but also humble in a way, mixed with bear Williamson who has possession/jealousy issues and is a dumbass? It’s perfection. *chef kiss* I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do! And thank you Crispies for the ask!

“Oh, Bill! She left me for a postman! A postman!”

A grunt huffed from Bill’s chest as the Algernon slammed into him, his arms weakly wrapping around his shoulders. Bill was frozen, feeling the artist’s wet tears melt into his stained blue flannel. He wasn’t quite sure how to comfort the artist, but he also wasn’t complaining about being in close proximity to him. Bill inhaled deeply smelling the orchids and herbal tea on Algernon’s suit.

He had felt an attraction for the interesting curvy man the first time he had seen him at the Mayor’s party. He had spent weeks trying to woo him by traversing the swamps looking for his stupid flowers and feathers. Always leaving with a flirty pick up line that made the Algernon chuckle. God, his chuckle was so tantalizing.

Now was his chance to strike. Sure, he should feel guilty for attacking when the man was obviously not in a sane frame of thought, but Bill wasn’t known for his mercy or compassion.

“Naw, Algernon, you don’t need some Contessa or Countess, whoever she is.” Bill wrapped his strong arms around Algernon, suffocating him to his constantly sweating chest, efficiently trapping him there.

“But I loved her.” Algernon wailed pathetically and sniffled against Bill’s collarbone. God, if that whiny tone didn’t make Bill’s cock and balls ache. He rubbed a calloused hand down Algernon’s blue jacket, smearing hints of swamp grime over the pristine color.

“Well, obviously she ain’t good enough for you if she didn’t see what an amazing feller you are.” He rolled his eyes at the lie; Bill couldn't be happier that she had left him. Bill mumbled, his hand tracing down over the curve of Algernon’s back to rest at the mound of his accentuated ass.

Algernon leaned back, his moustache unkempt and eyes bloodshot. “If it was a prince I could get over it but-” A sob racked his throat and he buried his face in Bill’s shoulder again.

Bill chewed on the inside of his cheek as he creeped a hand down to cup Algernon’s ass, feeling the flesh squish under his thick calloused fingers. Algernon’s crying died down to a soft sniffle and an awkward silence filled the room. It almost made Bill back away. Almost.

“You know what cheers me up when I’m sad, Algernon?” Bill asked, his other hand curling around Algernon’s hip, pressing into the material of his corset. “I like to lay with pretty boys and make them moan.” He whispered into Algernon’s ear.

Bill tensed waiting for Algernon to slap him, maybe even run to call the nearest police officer to expose him. But Algernon did none of those things. He very calmly pulled his head from Bill’s shoulder and gave him a puzzled look. “You’re an invert?”

A wince formed on Bill’s face and he felt his ears redden from embarrassment. “Got a problem with that?” Bill shot back defensively.

Algernon reeled from the tone shift, before bringing his hands up to press against Bill’s chest. His fingers gently rubbed the soft fabric of his flannel before tilting his head. “No, I don’t rightfully believe I do, Bill.” He said softly, his eyes still red from crying.

A courage built up inside of Bill’s body at the knowledge that Algernon was at least a little bit on the homosexual side. Not that it wasn't completely obvious with how the man dressed, talked and even walked. A rumbling laugh bubbled out of Bill’s mouth as he swiftly slid both hands down to cup under Algernon’s rear before lifting him up with ease.

Algernon yelped and wrapped his legs around Bill’s midsection and snatched the opened collar of Bill’s flannel. With a snort Bill disposed Algernon on top of the tea table, knocking over the empty tray used for biscuits. Bill slapped his hands against the table on either side of Algernon leaning in toward his face. He felt like a wolf cornering a timid rabbit, and he loved it.

“When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that countess bitch.” Bill huffed and reached up to throw his hat off somewhere in the distance. Algernon let out a surprised gasp when Bill leaned in to pepper kisses and bites along his jaw down to his puffy neck tie. “If you don’t want me to rip off your fancy clothes, I suggest you take them off, Algernon.”

“So lewd, Bill,” Algernon breathed out while reaching up to deftly loosen his tie and set it on the table beside him. His fingers danced down to unbutton his jacket, opening it to reveal a corset. Algernon let the jacket fall off his shoulders, biting his lower lip in uncertainty. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt letting the material open to show his chest. The corset was cinched up giving Algernon’s waist a deliciously curved shape that made Bill want to drool. His pecs bulged out of the top and hips swelled out of the bottom. His hands found their place over the shapely mounds mumbling about them being the best rack he’d ever seen. Algernon was a god sent to walk on the human plane.

And Algernon was all his for the taking.

His delicate hands reached up, running through Bill’s thick beard before pulling him for a sweet kiss. Bill melted, his thoughts going blank as he shut his eyes. One of his hands trailed down to Algernon’s lower thigh, urging it up to wrap around his hip, while the other felt its way into the curve of his waist.

Algernon tilted his head and parted his lips letting Bill’s tongue dive into his mouth. Notes of honey and mint swirled over Bill’s taste buds as Algernon’s tongue passed over them. Pressing his growing erection into Algernon’s groin, Bill groaned into the kiss and plucked Algernon’s monocle off of his face. He pulled back to gasp for air, chuckling as Algernon’s pale face turned a bright pink. “You won’t need this.”

“And these, my my..” Bill rumbled and rubbed one of his rough thumb pads over the pert nipples peeking out from the unbuttoned shirt. They were heavenly soft and the skin was such a gentle pink, that Bill had a desire to bite them until they were a violent red. Algernon moaned softly, his back arching and making their groins rub together.

“B-Bill, t-those are sensitive,” Algernon wheezed as Bill licked his lips.

“Good. Even more proof you need a man to put ya in your place.” Bill huffed and leaned down, his scratchy beard brushing over them before he latched on to one and rolled the bud between his teeth. Algernon wailed and wove his fingers through Bill’s hair tugging encouragingly on the thick locks.

God, it felt good to reduce a man of such beauty to a mess.

Bill laved his tongue over the nipple before turning his attention to its twin. He gave it a sharp bite before soothing it over with a sloppy kiss. His hands massaged Algernon’s hips and felt over the details of the blue and gold corset. Algernon’s small delicate noises spurred Bill on, giving the hardened buds attention until the pink color had changed to a beating red.

Pulling back in satisfaction, Bill looked at Algernon’s face to judge how he was holding up. Algernon’s head was tilted back, his eyes squinted shut and mouth hanging open like he was experiencing the most pleasure he had ever felt. Smirking in pride, Bill stood upright, skimming his hands up and down Algernon’s pant legs as he rolled his hips.

“Ya think if I fucked you hard enough I could pop that corset of yours off?” Bill gripped the material of Algernon’s pants and pulled it down enough to unbutton the fly. Algernon sputtered as if he was trying to tell Bill something, but froze as Bill yanked his pants down. “Oh.”

Algernon didn’t wear a union suit under his outfit, no, no, Bill was greeted with a set of laced undergarments bulging from the artist’s erection. “Well, ain’t that a pleasant surprise.”

“It’s too hot to wear a union suit! And they are so dreadful!” Algernon defended only for Bill to shrug and roughly cup his laced groin.

“Sounds to me like you just like being a petite dame.” His thumbs hooked into the fabric that cut into Algernon’s hips, sliding it down until his cock punched out. “It suits you though. Never seen a day's work in your life, makes sense you’d want to wear this and get bred by a real man.” Bill snickered and tossed Algernon’s undergarments over his shoulder to join his hat on the floor.

“Bill…” Algernon whined, cock twitching and leaking a bead of precum. “I’m usually not so vulgar, but I need you to fuck me right now.”

“As if you had a say in it, Princess.” Bill snorted and grabbed Algernon’s legs pulling them up to rest against his chest, forcing him to lay back against the table. Calloused hands roughly grabbed at the flesh of Algernon’s thighs as Bill pushed his clothed bulge against Algernon’s ass. His dick flexed wanting so badly to be buried in Algernon’s sweet body.

“Do- do you have slick? I-I haven’t done this in a while.” Algernon’s voice was breathless, his fingers coming up to play with his tits.

“In a while? Who else have you laid down for? Of course I know what the fuck I’m doin’.” Bill grumbled, reaching to one of the pouches on his gun belt. He pulled out a tube of gun oil and slathered the oil onto his fingers before reaching between them to circle Algernon’s entrance.

His middle finger pushed in without hesitation making Algernon’s moan. Bill worked quickly to add another finger, curling them to rub against the node of nerves. Algernon nearly screamed, his body spasming and eyes screwing shut. “Oh good heavens, Bill. I said I want you to fuck me already, please.” He demanded and dropped one of his legs down to pull Bill closer.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how much of a whore you were.” Bill withdrew his fingers, giving his ass a quick slap making Algernon yelp. Bill made quick work of unbuckling his gun belt and unbuttoning his pants, his uncut dick emerged from a forest of thick black hair, aching for action. Bill wiped the oil on his hand onto his dick before putting just a little more oil on the shaft. Pulling back the foreskin, Bill bumped the head against Algernon’s pucker. “Ready prissy bitch?”

“Yes, how many times do I have to tell you- AH!” Algernon’s attitude dissolved instantly into a groan as Bill shoved half of his cock in without warning. Bill huffed and tilted his head back. Damn was Algernon tight and warm, his body constricting around Bill like a vice.

Bill rubbed up and down Algernon’s leg soothingly before he grasped his hip in a punishing grip and pulled out only to force the rest of his length in. Pain radiated through Algernon’s body but he whined in bliss anyway, with his manicured fingernails scraping along the table top.

After wiping the sweat from his brow, Bill reached down to massage his own balls, giving them a squeeze that made his dick twitch. “I’m going to fuck the life out of you.�� Bill snarled, pulling his hand away from his balls to wrap a hand around Algernon’s pink cock. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say, got that?” Bill’s thumb swiped over the head to collect some precum before bringing it to his lips to taste.

“Ngh- we’ll see if you can even get me to cum.” Algernon gave a weak smile, his pupils blown out and eyes half lit. Bill chuckled darkly and locked both hands onto Algernon’s hips, planting his boots firmly on the ground.

“We’ll see for sure.”

Just as Bill pulled his hips back to push back in, the door to the greenhouse opened. “Mr. Wasp? Are you here?”

Bill gave Algernon the most wicked look and slowly pushed into him, letting his cock spear his insides. Algernon panicked, about to sit up before he went limp, his head lolling to the side and hand coming up to muffle a moan. Bill leaned down, forcing the leg on his shoulder to press into Algernon’s midsection. “Better say something before they come all the way in.” Bill whispered harshly with the most devilish smirk he could muster.

Algernon gulped and grabbed Bill’s flannel, trying to clear his throat. “S-sorry! I’m closed at the moment! Come back l-AH-ter.”

“Are you okay, Mr. Wasp?” The customer called and started to walk towards them.

With an exaggerated eye roll, Bill thrusted his hips and barked over his shoulder. “Ya got sawdust in yer ears?! The man said he was closed,” he quietly snickered and looked down at their joined bodies. “Well, his legs definitely ain’t.”

“Bill, don’t be so rud-ngh!” Algernon clenched his jaw shut as the outlaw rolled his hips slowly, making his dick drag and pull on his insides. After the customer left with an indignant huff, Algernon grabbed Bill’s cheeks and kissed him sloppily on the mouth. His composure had crumbled leaving a touch-starved wanton man in its wake.

Bill curled his tongue on the inside of Algernon’s mouth, flicking it against his as their teeth clacked together. One of Bill’s hands cradled Algernon’s thigh to his chest while the other wove around the thigh locked over his hip. “I can’t wait to pump my load into ya, have ya dripping for days afterward.”

Algernon nodded absently, his face flushed and mouth parted. His lips were already turning a bruised color from the kissing, which made Bill’s balls ache and cock pulse. Spurred by how blissed out Algernon was, Bill started a rhythmic pace. His dick sliding in smoothly and ending with a buck of his hips before pulling out sharply. Algernon’s back curved beautifully as his arms flung above his head to grip the edge of the table.

Each jerk of Bill’s hips made Algernon gasp and his tits bounce. Bill watched through half lidded eyes before the pressure in his groin became too much, and he increased the speed at which he entered Algernon. This pulled a more strangled noise from the artist and his leg tightened around Bill.

“Oh-oh Bill it’s so good- hmmm! M-More, please!” Algernon had tears welling in his eyes.

“Tell me ya want it. You want my filthy cock buried in ya. No one else’s, just mine.” Bill snarled while humping into Algernon like a dog. The table rocked loudly against the floor as Bill waited for a response out of the moaning mess under him. He felt ready to burst, and from the way Algernon’s cock dripped precum down the shaft and his inner walls tightened up, Bill guessed he was close as well. “I’m waitin’, bitch.”

Bill swatted a hand over one of Algernon’s soft round tits, making the upper class man whine. “Oh fuck! Please Bill I want you to cum in me. Please, please! You’re the only one!”

“Yessss, good slut.” Bill moaned, pistoling his hips in and out, frothing the precum and gun oil in Algernon’s channel. Euphoria hit, making his head swim and chest heave as the thought of finally having Algernon tipped him over. With two thrusts that made Algernon’s teeth clack together, Bill came. A low groan rumbled out of his chest, some spit flying between his clenched teeth, but Bill didn’t stop thrusting until his balls stopped aching.

Bill didn’t realize he had collapsed on top of Algernon until the smaller man slurred that he was flexible but his leg couldn’t hold that position for long. Bill pushed himself off the warm body, nearly stumbling as he looked at the mess on Algernon. He had cum over his own corset and drool ran down his cheek. “Goddamn, I gotta say you look better as a needy whore covered in cum rather than an uptight city bitch.”

As his flaccid cock pulled out of Algernon’s winking hole, Bill watched it intensely. Cum dripped down onto the floor creating a puddle under the table. Bill licked his lips and smeared his dirty cock head over the gaping hole he carved before he grabbed Algernon’s puff tie to wipe his dick off and tuck it away.

After throwing the tie away, Bill planted a few sweet kisses from Algernon’s chest up to his neck. “How does my Princess feel now? Hmm? Liked being fucked by a big man? Told ya you didn’t need that Contessa whore.” Bill’s voice was rough and his chest still heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

Bill swept a stray hair out of Algernon’s face and picked up his monocle, smearing the glass with his finger tips. He placed it on Algernon’s face making the disheveled artist chuckle and mumble a ‘thank you’.

“How about we get you cleaned up? I could use a drink right about now.” Bill suggested while holding his hand out for Algernon to take.

“I can brew some tea, just let me get my balance back.” Algernon hummed while taking Bill’s hand and sitting upright. Bill almost groaned in disgust. Tea was not his idea of a drink.

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