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GIRL HI IDK IF YOUVE HAVE BUT LIKE COLE CASSIDY COWBOY RULE???? 🫶🏽
The Cowboy Rule - Cole Cassidy (NSFW)
Pairing: Cole Cassidy x f! reader
Genre: smut/NSFW
Word Count: 2k
Summary: while out for drinks with Cass, you decide to put on his hat without knowing about the cowboy rule
CW: straight filth, alcohol, slight possessiveness? semi-public sex, car sex, switch! Cass, switch!reader, dirty talk, praise, degradation, nipple play, teasing, dry humping, grinding, overstimulation, breeding, pregnancy kink? banter, riding, cowgirl position, pet names (cowboy, cowgirl, baby)
ok so I had to look up what that was but apparently if you take a cowboys hat you have to ride the cowboy?? idek I fell in love with that idea and that’s how this happened 🫶🏼 ive missed you guys a lot so I’m just happy to be back
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Cassidy chugs down the rest of his whiskey, setting the glass back on the wooden bar counter with a thud. He licks the amber liquid off of his lips and flashes you a grin. “Be right back, darlin’.”
You raise an eyebrow but say nothing, waiting until he’s just out of sight before reaching for the cowboy hat he’d taken off an hour earlier. You always wanted to try it on, but the man was practically attached to it and you never had the chance. Until now.
You set the vodka cran you’ve been drinking down on the counter and slowly place it on top of your head. “Call me Cassidy,” you mock his accent, “Cole Cassidy.”
“Now, now, I don’t think I sound like that, do I?”
You almost go white when you hear his voice over your shoulder, but you recover quickly. “No, my voice is a bit deeper.”
“Yeah?” He sits back on his bar stool next to you and orders another whiskey. “Ever heard of the cowboy rule, y/n?”
“The cowboy rule?”
He smiles knowingly at the bartender who sets a glass of whiskey down. “Do you know the cowboy rule?”
The bartender glances at the hat on your head, then at Cole, and flashes you a smirk. “Ah, don’t drag me into this.” He returns to cleaning glasses behind the counter.
You look anywhere but at Cole, choosing instead to look at the wooden support beams around the room. You can feel his whiskey eyes boring into the cowboy hat that rests on your head, but you make no move to look at him until he starts speaking again.
“So the cowboy rule,” he starts, “proclaims that if a woman takes a cowboys hat, she’s gotta ride the cowboy.”
Your face burns at his words and in your shock, you whip your head back to stare at him. “I—what?”
He’s grinning at you, his ears tinged pink. “You heard me, pumpkin.”
You clench your thighs slightly, and you can’t tell if the sudden heat in your stomach is from his words or the alcohol, or maybe a combination of both. He’s handsome, sure, and from the stories you’ve overheard, he knows what he’s doing.
“So if I do ride you,” you start, suppressing giggles at the surprise on his face, “do I get to keep the hat on?”
“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
You knock back the rest of your drink and wave the bartender back over to pay for your tab. Cassidy grabs your hand and practically drags you out of the bar.
“Slow down, cowboy, we’re not even home yet.”
“Who said anythin’ about goin’ home?” He clicks the unlock button on his keys just as you approach his old red pickup truck.
He opens the back driver side door and gestures for you to get in.
You raise an eyebrow at him. “In the parking lot?”
“Is that a problem?”
You shake your head and slide back in the seat, reaching up to grab him by his collar and tug him on top of you. He hooks his boot on the door handle and shuts it behind you guys before moving to straddle your waist.
You try to think of something snarky to say but Cassidy shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours. The taste of nicotine and whiskey floods your senses, a slightly sweet tinge to his tongue.
He sucks on your tongue and presses a knee between your legs. You can’t help but thrust your hips up and grind against his thigh, the friction making you whine.
You reach up to grab something to ground yourself, your fingers finding his hair and tangling with the chocolate strands. You give it a tug and he moans into your mouth, pulling away to smirk at you.
“I knew you liked it rough,” he teases.
You roll your eyes at him, “you don’t know the half of it.” You lock your legs around his hips and flip yourself over so that you’re on top of him. “That’s much better.”
You have your legs on either side of his, his bulge rubbing right up against your core. You’re practically gushing, so wet it leaves a dark spot on his jeans. He reaches his hands up your shirt, squeezing your tits through your bra.
“Lord,” he groans, “I’d give you every hat I have if I could see you like this everyday.”
You lean and press a kiss to his lips, “easy cowboy,” you move your lips down to his jaw, “don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
He shivers under your touch, swallowing hard when you move your lips from his jaw to his neck and suck a dark mark into the skin. His calloused fingers dig into your hips, “e-easy now, no teasin’.”
You bounce on his hips slightly, his hard cock grinding on your throbbing clit through your pants. He grunts at the friction and you bite your lip to keep from whining.
His hands travel from your hips and up to your shoulders, lifting up your cowboy hat momentarily to tug your shirt over your head. He places the hat on again and cups your face, before he tugs you down to kiss him again. One of his hands wraps around your back to unclasp your bra. If you weren’t so needy, you’d be impressed.
“So pretty,” he hums, moving his mouth down to kiss the tops of your boobs. He’s gentle, applying just enough pressure for you to feel it.
“D-don’t tease,” you whine.
He pulls back. “Why don’t you use that pretty little mouth for something more useful than complaining?”
He rubs the tips of his index and middle fingers on your lips, slowly pushing them into your mouth. On instinct, you wrap your lips around them and start to suck on them.
“That’s a good girl,” he pets your head before returning to your chest. “Keep at it.”
He slowly kisses down your left side, kissing in a square pattern on the outside of your nipple. His mouth is hot and wet and has you squirming for more. Cass moans when you dig your hips a little too hard into his.
Finally, his hot mouth closes around your nipple and you moan around his fingers. He’s an expert, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply and when to use his teeth and when to go soft. You whine against his fingers, arching your back and thrusting your hips into his.
The friction does little to help the throbbing in your core and only succeeds in making Cass go harder. Finally, you can’t take it anymore.
You let his fingers fall from your mouth and pulls way from him. Cass looks at you with an eyebrow raised, “did I say you could stop?”
You place a hand on his chest and shove him back on the bench so that he’s laying down. “I’ve had about enough of you being in charge,” you grab the hem of his shirt and tug it over his head. “It’s my turn, cowboy.”
You never would have guessed that Cass has a submissive side. Yet, he laid down on his back and let you use him all the same.
You run your hands over his smooth chest, admiring the scars and the way his metal arm seems to meld into his skin perfectly. You plant light kisses across the border of metal and flesh, and Cass sucks in a breath.
Your hands run lower, following his treasure trail to the top button of his jeans. You pop it open easily, making quick work of the zipper and propping yourself up on your knees to tug his pants off. You’re greeted with his hard cock straining against his red boxers, and you drool at the sight of it.
“So worked up for me,” you sigh, running your finger across the outline of his dick.
Cass pants at your touch, especially when you start to trail your fingers across the waistband of his shorts. You slip a finger in and run it across the skin on the inside. You hook another finger inside and finally tug his boxers off.
His cock springs out, hard and veiny, the head red and dripping with pre cum. You grip the base snugly, giggling at the way Cass sighs and throws his head back.
You lick the tip, the salty sweet taste of his precum flooding your mouth. He bucks his hips forwards, trying to force more of his cock into your mouth.
“Not yet, cowboy. You cum inside me or not at all.”
Cass groans at your words, the sheer thought of stuffing you full of his cum and fucking it back into you is almost enough to make him cum. You tug down your bottoms almost too eagerly, your sopping panties practically dripping onto his lap.
You slip your panties off and move so that your entrance is above the head of his cock. “Ready, cowboy?”
“After you, cowgirl.”
You slowly sink onto the head of his cock, your pussy so wet it slides in easily. He’s big enough that the stretch is almost painful, your walls squeezing around him. The two of you moan in tandem as you pause just after his head, trying to adjust.
Cass grabs your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh. You slide down a few more inches, eyes rolling back in your head at the friction. He bottoms out a few seconds later, your cunt flesh against his balls. Both of you are breathless, Cole’s hands slightly shaking in anticipation.
You move back up his length slowly before going back down, the feeling of his cock stretching your walls almost overwhelming. Your movements are slow at first, hesitant, but as it starts to feel good, you get more confident.
You start to bounce on his cock, your thighs slapping against his with every thrust. Cass helps guide you up and down his cock, desperate for more friction. His hat bounces on your head with every impact, your hair falling in your face.
“S-shit,” he hisses, using his hands to slam you against him, “look so damn fine in my hat.”
You mimic the way he tips his hat, interrupted when he lifts his hips to slam into yours. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly, heat building in your stomach. Cass continues to lift his hips to meet your movements, moving one of his hands down to your dripping cunt to rub your clit.
The friction is enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm rolling through you. Your muscles give in and you collapse onto his chest, your head hanging over his shoulder. Your walls clench around his cock, and Cassidy makes no move to slow down.
He thrusts into you harder, trying to chase his own finish. “My little cowgirl,” he grunts, “cummin’ all over my cock. Such a naughty little slut.”
You whimper into his neck, feeling another orgasm starting to build up.
“Want me to cum inside you baby?” He coos, “want me to stuff you full of my cum?”
“Y-yes!” You whine, wrapping your arms around him to keep yourself grounded. “Breed me, p-please Cass!”
Your words send him into overdrive, a primal growl ripping through him. He’s thrusting into you impossibly fast now, his balls slamming against your ass with every thrust.
You squeal his name, your own voice sounding far away as you succumb to the pleasure. Cole’s thrusts get sloppier, and then he gives one final, hard thrust before spilling his cum deep inside of you. The warm cum filling you up is enough to bring about your own orgasm, intense shockwaves of pleasure washing through you.
Your vision and hearing black out for a second as you cum, your muscles going rigid and then relaxing. Cassidy holds you to his chest, petting your back and mumbling in your ear while you cum.
When you come to, you’re breathless and laying on top of Cass, his cock still buried inside of you.
“So, cowgirl, did you enjoy the ride?”
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hot outlaw x engineer!reader | 2.8k
story summary; shortly following the death of your mother, you come to learn that you're the illegitimate offspring of a railroad tycoon with insurmountable wealth and power meant to inherit it all. after a hasty departure from home to begin your journey across the continent of san-am, your train is stopped and boarded by a mysterious man in black tatters who claims to be there kill you.
story warnings; mentions of death, mention of bodily fluids and excrement, heavy worldbuilding, mentions of conspiracy to murder, kidnapping, neo-western setting, old-west slang used, usage of unique slang, not really proofread or edited, concept piece for a much larger project.
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Mother died a week before the lawyer showed up on your doorstep with an inheritance letter and half-hearted condolences for your absentee father’s poor prognosis. A day after that, your life was stowed into a pair of suitcases and a heavier hard case that you barely justified bringing aboard the train. In three weeks and three layovers, you would be across the continent in St. Corpus, the industrial heart of San-Am, where your father awaited you on his deathbed.
Horace Grissom had fathered a new age of industry and outward expansion in lands once believed to be sprawling metropolises centuries long gone. They had been left behind as skeletons of steel and rust from a time of global war, reclaimed in totality by the roots of elder trees, the decay of salt and sea, the precarious will of mountains, and the great sinkholes and corrosion of sand and time.
Traces of that old world had survived thanks in part to the rigorous efforts of archaeologists and conservationists at the University of San-Am in Grimerise. With each new discovery, opportunistic vultures like your father blotted their pens to their tongues to their pocketbooks and readied themselves to own the patent of it like history had a price and could only belong to them. Indeed, anything could be bought, because with those fragments of history, he built the San-Am Continental Railroad which crossed through each of the five territories and was considered the premier way to travel.
You were never allowed to ask questions about Horace under Mother’s roof as the very mention of his name would set her ablaze in some pettish, garrulous tantrum that, oftentimes, ended with you going to bed before dusk without dinner until the next day. She loved that bitterness up until the very moment she died, clawing your clothes, your skin, her nightgown, her own throat because she couldn't breathe and there was nothing you could do to save her from succumbing.
“Go in peace, Mother.” you said, kissing the back of her sun-speckled hand even as she tried digging her nails into your face. “I love you.”
She did not waste peacefully, nor did she end by staring up rapturously at the ceiling as though something else waited for her beyond it. Mother passed in blood, vomit, excrement, and all her hatred while you bade her farewell and considered who was best to call to have her body carted away to burn with all the others that had also succumbed that day. You made sure to label that as the cause of death on the official paperwork.
After that, you had made quick work of piling all of her things into boxes to be incinerated as well, certified the house was safe and in a liveable state (besides her old mattress, which was the first thing you disposed of because of the smell) for another family to move into.
Once all of that had been finished and you gained the time to rest, you got a knock at your door, a bald, sinewy man with a round hat claiming to be Joseph Whitwald—estate planning lawyer, he made sure to specify more than once—and that you needed to leave post haste to your father's estate in St. Corpus before he perished.
“You have significant placement in his will, illegitimate or not. This is what he wanted, this is what shall be done,” said Whitwald assuredly as he rooted through the pockets of his pants and white suit vest for something. He found it and made a sound and a flourish, revealing to you a red ticket. “Take this. It's for one of the elite cabins in first class. Your father wanted you to have the best amenities that the San-Am Continental has to offer.”
Even with such luxuries available to you with the sound of a bell on string, you eventually found yourself exchanging tickets with a young woman traveling solo for the first time. She went red in the eyes, asserted her appreciation, and scooped you into a hug before taking the ticket and her belongings to the first car.
The passenger car was considerably noisier with children running amok, drunks and musicians belting tunes while dancing in the center aisle—doing poorly to keep their balance as the train navigated the terrain beneath the rails, and ladies in bustles and fashionable blouses screaming like hens over fresh gossip. The stewards were frustrated that they couldn't get their trolleys through all the bodies, whereas some passengers let their stomachs roar through their mouths as they assailed anyone nearby (especially the poor lads just trying to deliver food) with complaints.
You liked everything happening around you; it was a good distraction from the way life had twisted your arm behind your back. The cacophony of laughter and anger felt like home, a comfortable companion to sit there with you on the empty, thinly padded benches while you stared uselessly at the inheritance papers—uncomprehending.
A gasp shot up your throat and made you bite your tongue as you were launched forward onto the adjacent bench (also empty) when the train suddenly began to slow—brakes engaged with such quickness that the wood beams under your feet vibrated up through your soles into your bones and teeth and skull until you became lightheaded and collapsed back into your seat.
The squeal and grind of steel worsened your confusion, turned the fuzz in your head into dull drumming—aches that pulsed to a beat you couldn't figure out, but it deadened the screams all around you and bodies hitting the floorboards in thunderous heaps.
And then, there was silence.
The other passengers kept their voices low as they climbed back into their seats, children were smothered deep into their mother’s bosoms as they wept, and no one dared to investigate what had brought the train to such a violent stop.
“Mummy, what's happening?” asked a girl from the benches behind you. She couldn't have been older than ten, from the sound of her. “Mummy, why—”
“Lottie!” the mother hissed at her daughter, “Shhh! Say nothing else, child.”
From a few seats away, closer to the front, you recognized the gruff, muddled voice from one of the drunkards who had been dancing in the aisle a while ago. Now, he had a bloody nose and a nasty knot growing on his forehead.
“What the hell is the big idea of them scarin’ the piss outta us like this? Do you see my face? They gonna do somethin’ to fix it?” he complained, then swigged liquor from a flask he had smuggled on. “I should go up there and give ‘em a piece of my mind. Bastards.”
“Peace, friend,” soothed a musician with an unfamiliar accent and stringed instrument. “Don't be hasty. I'm sure there’s a good reason why they had to stop. Let them find a solution, we’re just here for the ride.”
Just as the chatter was rising up again, commotion from the first class car stifled it hard, prompting some folks to abandon their seats near the door separating the cars to crowd into the rear. You were tempted to flee with them, join their pack so if they were going to find a way off the train, you'd be mixed up in their stampede and have a better chance to get away.
Except, you simply packed away your inheritance paperwork and sat there with your chin tucked to the collarbone, the visor of your baseball cap pulled lower over your sunglasses to seem as nondescript as possible. Meanwhile, the sounds from first class grew intense; glass shattered, passengers screamed and shuffled around, something you knew to be true because you felt the floor rumble under your feet again.
And then, the passenger car door slid open without the ferocity you had expected. The door scraped along its metal rail, allowing the body to pass through in heavy, languid steps. You paced your breaths to hear it all; the boots and clinking spurs striking wood with dull thuds, a baritone hum that you were convinced you could feel reverberate in your own chest as it came closer, the scuff of thick fabric and creaking leather.
You waited for it all to pass, to move on like a slow-moving rain cloud amidst a humid summer day, but it stopped at you instead. The tips of the man's boots were within view, as were slithers of tattered, black fabric from a long duster that fell short of his shins.
And then, there was the barrel of a gun. The breaths you had been holding shivered out of you, cold dread sank deep into your stomach and bones as the gun flicked upward a few times.
You obeyed and raised your head up to look at the man—tall, broad-shouldered, a rugged face with dark features mostly obscured by the shadow of his wide rim.
He tilted his head, gun higher as he flicked it down and you understood that to mean to take off your sunglasses. When you did so, offering him a full view of your face, his lips lifted crookedly into a half-smile.
“Well then,” he took the bench adjacent to you before holding something up to your head, seemingly a piece of paper, and shifted his gaze between you and it just twice. “Aren't you something special? Found you, darlin’.”
“What?” you frowned. “Found me?”
“Yeah, the resemblance is uncanny. You're definitely his kid. It's all in the eyes, really.” He said, turning the paper around to reveal a photograph of a man who you did share an eerie likeness to. It was the sameness in the eyes—the color and shape and emotion they evoked through a simple still image. “Horace Grissom had an illegitimate kid a long time ago. Turns out, not everyone is so pleased for that to become public knowledge. Turns out, someone wants you to bite the ground.”
“I've done nothing wrong!” you bristled.
He settled on the bench and hiked an arm up across the back of it. “That's usually how it goes, hun. Puttin’ holes in types like you really ain't my favorite thing to do. You'd be surprised how many people get put in your exact situation. Well, eh, not quite. ‘Cause not everyone is Horace Grissom’s kid.”
“Who hired you?” you demanded.
His lopsided smile remained. “Can't tell you that, darlin’. Confidentiality an’ all that.”
“So, then, you're a bounty hunter?” At this point, you weren't sure if you were trying to stave off an inevitability, or he had just riled you up that badly. “How much are you getting?”
“Enough to live the high-life for quite a while, I'd say.” He continued, “but I ain't no bounty hunter. Them folks gotta play by rulebooks an’ a bunch of codes and whatever. Not my thing.”
“A criminal, then,” you said. “An outlaw.”
He shifted the rim of his hat away from his eyes and leaned towards a pillar of golden, midmorning sunlight that came in through the window. “Sure, if that's what'll make you feel better about this entire thing.”
You could actually see him now—the contrast between the ambery hue in his rich complexion and pale green of his eyes. His skin had some weather to it, enough to prove that he had seen the worst of every season for years on end without it wearing him thin, along with thoroughly kempt hair on his face and loose waves that draped slightly beyond his shoulders.
“I…” the longer he stared at you, the less you were able to think. That was ridiculous considering you had survived the soul-crushing burden of engineering school and all of the personalities therein. “I can offer you something better than what you were hired for.”
He did a fast sweep of the colossal heaps of fabric hanging from your frame, a style you preferred to keep eyes off of you on the best and worst of days. It didn't do much to deter him as it did others.
“Oh, yeah? Whaddya got, hun?”
You lifted your shoulders and stacked your bones right. “I've got a vast inheritance that I'm not interested in. Horace is dying and I’m in his will to receive half his properties, along with his shares in the San-Am Continental Railway and Subsidiaries. If you can get me to St. Corpus, you can have the inheritance—every last gris.”
A shrill whistle echoed around your head, tuneful and mocking. The sound of it whittled your confidence back down to nothing, filling the space of your throat with a vise that you couldn't seem to swallow around. That same great unease you had felt before weaseled around in your chest, coiled your ribs and then plunged straight down into your gut.
“Good offer, but it ain't on the table.” The way he spoke was easy and slow, a thick drawl that suited every bit of him up to even now. He acted as though he weren't essentially holding a gun to your head, threatening your life in the name of money—or something else. “Gris is always good to have lyin’ around, but, honey, it don't really mean a lot to a man like me. Why, then, d’ya think I take on work like this? Why do ya think I trek halfway across the five territories time and time again? What really keeps a man goin’ out here in this godforsaken place?”
You felt yourself shrink in your seat as he leaned forward over his thighs, coming closer still like he had a secret to keep. “It's for the thrill. The hunt. The challenge of it all. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't actively seek out men to shoot or… nice types like you, but part of the fun is trackin’ down, the other part is just havin’ a chat—just like this.”
Then, he had the picture of Horace held out to you between two fingers. “Tell ya what, I see that hard case you brought aboard. I know what it is, but I want you to offer me somethin’ more interesting than a bunch of gris.”
You scrunched the photograph against your palm once you had it, hoping the sweat off your skin would ruin his face and make the ink run, but looked to the aforementioned hard case instead.
It was made of a hard plastic shell with strips of rubber outlining the odd shape of the thing. Inside was your handheld welding gun—one of many—that you had decided to bring along for little reason besides thinking it could be of use at some point during your time away. It wouldn't be enough to handle larger jobs such as the ones you were accustomed to in the workshop back in Grimerise, but it could fix a wagon or two, glue some pipes together, and do some damage if need be.
“C’mon, darlin’, sell yourself to me.” he pressed, gesturing his impatience with winding fingers. “What do you do for a living, huh?”
“I'm an engineer,” you continued hastily, “I-I can solder, weld, braze, cut, and saw. I can do anything if I have the right equipment.”
In turn, he asked, “Does that mean you can cut open a safe?”
“If you give me what I need, I can do anything.” you said.
A new sort of look overcame his features, one of great fondness and admiration that made the green of his eyes take on the milky luster of jade. You had the hope that this unique softness would gain you freedom from a shallow, empty death; a chance to go forward to seize the assets sworn to you by a man you'd never known.
His hands came forward to take your wrists, the weight of them first heavy and then cold as a pair of handcuffs were locked around you, knocking bone when you lunged back into your seat and fought against them.
“I've got myself quite boon!” In the next moment, he had hauled you up across his shoulder, retrieved both your suitcases, and called one of the stewards to carry your welding gun after him. “Time to go. Gotta introduce you to the crew and get ya settled in.”
“Wait, I don't even know your name!” you shouted and thrashed from shoulder.
He grinned. “Jericho, darlin’.”
a/n: so, this is a concept piece to a very large neo-western project I'm currently in the process of outlining and fleshing out. most things mentioned in this little oneshot will not be present in the final piece, the quality will, of course, be substantially better.
jericho is an outlaw with an extremely complex background story and will definitely be one of the more interesting characters I've ever written. he's not necessarily the sort of man you want entangled in your life, but he's loyal to a fault once you have his trust. his personality tends to revolve around "taking things as they come", which is a great nuisance to those around him. he likes a good challenge, strong liquor, and good medicine.
here's a brief glossary if you're interested:
san-am: the continent where events take place. no one knows what it used to be called because most historical documents have been lost. it's divided into five territories with a "capital".
grimerise: the central hub of commerce, home of the governing bodies. it's a large city dead center of the other four territories. mc was born and raised there. the university of san-am is also here.
st. corpus: the industrial heart of san-am, found down south near the seaboard. mc's father lives there.
"gris": currency in this world. its components are coins and bank notes. it is a relatively new thing to come about because the bartering system is still the preferred method of trading.
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Oh I see thanks for answering! For the request, I wanted to ask for a cow boy. Not the yeehaw kind of cow boy but kinda like a cat boy but a cow.
It’s a concept I don’t see often but I think they can be very cute, especially when they are on heat or get all hot and bothered because they need to get milked (honestly I wanna leave this to your imagination lol so you can go with it however you want, I usually see them getting “milked” from the penis, but some people like to go one step ahead and literally use the breasts. I’m fine with either so you can go with whichever you want, I’ll most likely like whatever you decide to write)
I’m not used to requesting stuff but I’ve been really enjoying your writing so wanted to try my chance
For tumblr not letting us see what we are writing, I’ve been just using the notes app to write then copy paste it to tumblr since the true blue mode burns my eyes after getting used to the dark mode lol
Cute idea!! I have read a couple of cow boy stuff before but have never written one. I’m really glad you enjoy my writing and I hope you like this one too! I really liked the idea so I wrote a lot hehe. 😋
I prefer dark mode too so that’s why I couldn’t see my text but I’ll just deal with true blue until tumblr fixes it, I get what you mean though, light mode users are a different breed like how do they not burn their eyes???
Description: cow boy x farmer reader, gender neutral reader, milking, heat mention, nsfw, I think both reader and cow boy are switches lol, not a yeehaw cowboy!
The summer heat was intense, some of your crops weren’t able to handle it but most were good because of your wonderful care. You wiped the sweat off your forehead and put your hat back on. You had made a large jar of lemonade to fight against the sun and its harsh rays.
You gulped down a cup, the ice was refreshing to chew on and you continued plucking out irritating weeds out of the garden that was set in-front of your house. You thought it would be gorgeous to plant some flowers to decorate your house a little bit against the large crops surrounding it.
It was a hassle though, weeds were persistent but you were more persistent to get rid of them. You heard a familiar voice gain in volume. It must be your cow. The singular cow boy to spruce up the empty farm. You didn’t have any animals since you preferred to raise crops rather than the loud creatures.
You sold your crops to the markets that needed it in your small town and you were making a living out of it! There was another farm in town that did have animals so you were luckily not forced into the meat butchering business.
“Master! Do you need help weeding?” He hastily sat down next to you before you could answer.
“Sure, just get this part while I get this one” You pointed towards the areas that were closer to him.
“Got it!” He excitedly helped take out the weeds.
You heard his familiar soft humming sound when he was happy. You had searched what it meant one time and realized it just meant he was happy. You at first thought it was something negative but you were relived that it wasn’t.
You could recall the first time you heard it, you had just bought him and he was in your house looking around making a soft humming sound. You were worried that it was something cows did when they were nervous or stressed but he was just excited to see his new house!
You named him Leon because of his bright brown coat that looked like a lion’s mane. His tail was fluffy and so were his ears. You thought it was a cute match even though he wasn’t actually a Lion.
“Alright, that’s everything I see so far” You dusted off the excess dirt on your hands and got up. Leon dusted off his pants and quickly rushed to go and wash his hands. You followed him closely behind.
You washed your hands after he was done and you went to go take a nap. Usually you weren’t lazy but today there wasn’t much to do after you watered all your plants.
Leon had a fun time running around doing something downstairs so while he was preoccupied, it was the perfect day to sleep.
You dozed off in your dark room after turning off your lamp and you cuddled up with your pillows under the soft sheets.
Unfortunately your nap was cut short after an hour. You felt hands shake you softly and whines that could not be ignored. You could hear Leon’s words getting more desperate and desperate by the seconds. You were irritated but curious on why he was waking you up.
“What do you need Leon” You yawned, deciding to wake up.
“I need to be milked! I haven’t been milked today an-and I can’t wait anymore. I wanted to wait until you woke up but it’s really hard” He was desperately rutting into one of your pillow that smelt just like you. You assumed it was just because of his neediness.
“Ah, shit sorry Leon! I forgot to before I slept. Just lay back, I’ll help you” You got up from your spot and let him lay back there. You helped him take his pants and boxers off.
“Please hurry! I feel so warm, I don’t know what to do” He whimpered. He didn’t know why his body felt warm and weird. He suspected it was because of his heat but usually he would never have it this bad! He was glad you were here to help him.
“Just relax and breathe in n’ out” You kissed his forehead and started to pump his cock up and down with your hand. It was throbbing under your touch and pre-milk already leaked out.
He squirmed a bit but had a good grip on your thigh while you sat next to him. You rubbed the tip of his cock with your thumb a bit to tease more out. You could never get used to the sheer size of his cock.
“M-master go faster.. please!” Leon panted; covering his mouth. He was trying to not be loud. Even though you had acres of land and no nearby neighbors other than the towns people that were further down.
You believed it was because he was embarrassed to be desperate and needy in-front of you; which you were right about.
You tightened your grasp on his cock trying to milk him for all he had in order for him to feel better. You quickened the pace and he held onto your thigh more, trying to get comfort. You offered to hold his hand with your left hand while your other drove his heart wild.
Leon was embarrassed to be going in his heat right in front of you. Normally, his heats were taken care of by a machine that his last owner had but this… this was way more intimate than something mechanical.
“You doin’ okay? Tell me if you need anything okay?” You squeezed his hand since you weren’t able to give his head pats for comfort. He nodded quickly not wanting to accidentally moan out his words.
You could feel his cock pulsate and you could tell he was close to cumming. You already had a couple of jars of milk in the fridge that you were planning to sell. You never drank it, just sold it to others.
“F-fuck.. please! I ca-can’t!” He thrusted into your hand, trying to get more than what you were giving.
You helped his reach the end of his desperate high and milked him as quickly as you could. He helped thrust into your hand as you did and you saw his cock spurt out milk while he panted and whimpered.
His milk was sprayed on his thighs and somewhat on your hand. It was messy and you knew you’d have to wash the bedsheets and everything once you were done. You probably should’ve taken him to the barn to milk him rather than here.
“Ah-.. master” Leon stopped holding your hand and hugged you. You wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back. You wondered why he was such a cuddle monster after you milked him, especially right now. Probably because of his heat? This was the first time you had ever dealt with his heat so you wondered if he needed more than his usual milking.
“Sorry for wasting the milk… I should’ve brought a jar” He pouted upset that he didn’t save it. You would’ve made money off a jar of it, it was a lot!
“It’s okay, I don’t mind if we waste a bit” You pat his back and he put his weight on you, causing you to fall back. Both of your bodies felt a soft landing against the bed. He was on top of you, still hugging you as if you were going to leave him.
Leon needed more than just milking, he wondered if you would let him fill you up. If you would let him stuff and breed you with his ‘milk’ like a natural mate. If you would take all his cum down your throat and greedily swallow all of it. His cock raised right back up, twitching at all the dirty thoughts he had of his own owner!
“Master… I need more than just your hand” He whispered, still lying on you as you felt his voice so close to your ear. His head rested on your chest, unable to separate away from you.
“What else do you need? I don’t have any machine for milking.. maybe I could order one today?” You pat his back, trying to soothe him.
“I need you..” He mumbled, sitting up on your crotch while you laid under him, surprised that your cute little cow boy needed you!
“Wha- Huh? What do you mean?” You were slightly flustered at this sudden request. What did he mean he wanted you? Did he see you as a mate? Did he want to use you like one? You covered your mouth as if it would stop the thoughts that ran through your head.
“I need you, to breed you..” He laid his hands on your chest while slightly grinding his cock against your shorts. He looked adorable in his heated desperation to solve his neediness. But you can’t! This was your cowboy! You’re not supposed to be bred by your own pet!
“I can’t! I didn’t know I needed to buy another cow, geez what am I gonna do.” You mumbled trying to look away from the pretty sight of him grinding against you. You didn’t realize you had to buy another cow to keep the other company. What were you supposed to do now!
“I don’t want another cow! I want you” Leon whined, leaning into you and started kissing your neck. He wanted to convince you that he was worthy! He was your ideal mate and you were his! You were energetic, breedable, and his age! The two of you were perfect for each other.
“Don’t s-say that!” You still faced away from him, covering your eyes. You could feel his soft lips kiss and suck parts of your neck. You weren’t sure what to do! After a few moments of feeling Leon’s teasing you decided on something.
“Okay okay! How about I help you just this once, but after this then no more. I’ll get a machine or something.” You looked at him and he stopped kissing your neck, sitting up again. He was contemplating on whether or not to risk it.
“Hmph” He pouted thinking, you could see his agitated tail from the way it slowly wagged.
Maybe he’d change your mind even if you promised this. He decided he would go along with your deal, and next time he needed help, he’d convince you to be his mate! Maybe even sooner rather than during his heat.
“Alright! Deal” He shook your hand learning from you when the two of you first met.
“Okay, just.. don’t be rough or anything. And you can only do it in between my thighs!! Not inside, okay?” You set up ground rules because you didn’t want to fully do it with your cow boy. That would be wrong! You don’t even think farmers fucked their cow boys! You believed that instead they bought other cows to help them with heats.
You had no clue that some farmers indeed let their cow boys breed them when their bonds were close with one another. Sometimes male cows would be territorial and not allow their owner to get near other humans nor other male cow boys.
You felt a warm graze of his hand against your stomach. Leon was moving your shirt to start unbuttoning your shorts. He zipped down your shorts as well, doing you the favor of taking them off after getting off of you. You set yourself up on your hands and knees. It felt embarrassing to feel him touching your ass and waist.
Almost as if you were another cow he mounted you, grabbing you from your hips and sliding his cock in between your thighs as promised. It felt almost inappropriate, the warmth and the throbbing you felt against your inner thighs.
You were very embarrassed but still did this to be a good owner and help out your poor little cow boy who needed it. Leon started to thrust his cock in between your thighs, in and out, holding you tightly.
“You’re warm..” He quietly said as he rubbed his hands along your sides, it made you shiver but he still continued to caress what he could. He liked the warmth your body gave him. He was glad he wasn’t feeling incredibly desperate like before. You were such a helpful owner!
“T-thanks..” which was all you could say, feeling the girth of his cock being squeezed by your inner thighs. You tried closing your legs as much as you could so he could have more pleasure and get this over with.
He started to fasten his pace, changing the slow thrusting one he had before. He grunted at the nice feeling of your warm thighs. Leon wrapped his hand around your stomach so he could level you higher towards his crotch so his cock could thrust in all the way.
You helped by putting a pillow under you, you had forgotten he was a tall fellow and probably couldn’t thrust fully unless you were arching and had your ass higher. The pillow helped with the distance he had before, now his cock was the perfect level for your hole and thighs. He still thrusted in between your thighs though.
You grabbed another pillow to put your face in, you didn’t want to look anywhere else, you could feel heat in your ears rise up as he gripped your ass and fucked your thighs. You couldn’t help but moan at the teasing his cock gave. You whimpered into the comfort of your plush pillow.
Leon was drooling at the sight of you moaning into a pillow, he caused your inner thighs to be slick, but your pre-cum that soaked your underwear also helped. His mind was hazy and he couldn’t think straight. All he could think about was wanting to breed and fuck the shit out of you.
“Fuck! You’re so pretty.. I need to be inside you” Leon babbled, helping himself to holding onto your waist tightly, slamming his cock between your plush thighs. He was somewhat satisfied with what you gave to keep the inch of respect you had from fucking your own cow boy. But it wasn’t enough, he needed to be inside you.
“Leon! Don’t s-say that!” You whined out in an embarrassing tone on accident. You couldn’t help but whimper when your body was desperate for him.
“I can’t master, I need you so bad! Please please” He whimpered with puppy eyes that you weren’t able to see. You definitely felt his desperation though, his cock throbbed wanting more, needing more.
“You’re so warm and you smell so good. I don’t think I can handle it anymore..” He fondled with your ass, squeezing it. He wouldn’t be able to take anymore of your thighs teasing him.
“F-fine.. just be gentle! I don’t even think it can fit!” You grabbed onto the pillow you were biting on, you were worried his cock was going to hurt..
“I’ll be gentle master! Don’t worry!” He was so happy! You were finally letting him breed you! He quickly took off your underwear, you lifted your legs one at a time so he could fully take it off.
He hastily grabbed his cock and pushed the tip right against your eager hole. Your hole allowed his tip to prod your insides. He had to slowly enter since his cock was pretty big. He was able to enter a little bit more before you tightened a lot. It was a surprising and exciting feeling.
“W-wait wait! I’m not ready!!” You whined as you became panicked. Your insides clenched onto him and he wasn’t able to push anymore of his cock inside.
“Relax master, I’ll be gentle” He spoke in a stickily sweet tone, trying to soothe you. He rubbed your back, and stayed still; making sure to not stress you out.
“It’s my first time, Leon..” You looked back at him and saw his shocked face that quickly turned into an excited one.
“Really master? Me too!! I’m so happy we’re each others first!” He giggled happily at the new discovery. He was so glad you were a virgin and so was he! Sure he had the machine milking him and lived with female cows but he never did anything with them!
And you… you were so pretty and perfect for him. It’s almost like the two of you were destined! To be mated for life! His serotonin levels were high and now all he wanted to do was breed and please you even more!
“Really? But I thought you were breeding cows at your old farm?” You were relaxed now, distracted with the surprising identical thing that your own cow boy was also a virgin.
“No! I wanted to save myself for the right person! My heats were always dealt with a machine so I was never breeding anyone” He smiled happily. He was glad he saved it, now it was being given to you, just as you were giving to him.
“Oh, that’s makes feel a lot better” You mumbled into the pillow. You were embarrassed for thinking he was some sort of cow boy that bred every cow at his old farm. That’s what you thought would happen since he was so cute and ideal for a mate.
“Hmm? Did you think I was a playboy?” He giggled at the thought of you assuming it.
“N-no! I just.. thought you were supposed to that” You were embarrassed for assuming, it was now that Leon who calmed your worries; the ones that believed he was going to be rough with you.
“And it’s just odd y’know … I don’t think an owner is supposed to be bred by their cow boy” You spoke up your concerns again.
“Well.. you say I’m not supposed to breed my owner, but from what I see; my cock is inside you!” He slid more of his cock, feeling how your hole clenched onto it but allowed more length inside. It was warm and a tightly snug space for his plump cock.
“Don’t say that!! I’m only doing it because I don’t have that stupid fancy machine!” You whimpered feeling his cock slowly fill you up despite not all of it being inside yet.
“Don’t say what? That my cock is inside my owner, that I’m ready to fill you up with all my milk and cum, or did you not want me to say that I’ll breed you until your shaking and crying under me?” He giggles, obviously pushing your buttons to get a reaction out of you. One that did infact come.
“LEON!” Your entire face was red at the fact that your own cow boy was teasing you with dirty talk you’ve never heard of.
He laughed at your flushed face and apologized.
“Okay okay! I’m done teasin’! Sorry master” He covered his mouth to hide his large cheeky smile.
“You can put your cock all the way inside as an apology, just hurry up already!” You arched your back and scooted closer to him. He smiled at your impatient movements despite your face still showing embarrassment.
“Got it!” He slid his entire length inside you, unable to mask the moan from your insides tightening around him. He loved the way it was perfectly inside you. He could tell it was a lot for you because of your shivering body and hands that grasped at the pillow your face laid in. You were whimpering and biting it as well.
“You sound so cute” He giggled rubbing your ass, you were relaxed but your desperate body sucked his cock in further.
“I think your hole really took a liking to me, don’t’ ya think?” He used his thumb to stretch your hole a little bit more to see how it would suction him.
“Leon, if you say one more thing without fucking me I’m going to leave you in heat by yourself!” You growled looked back at him with the meanest look he’d ever seen! He was right back to slowly thrusting into you.
“S-sorry! I’m goin’” He laughed at your frustration and held onto your waist. He made deep slow hits inside you, your arching back helped him reach real deep. He groaned at the tight and warm feeling. He couldn’t help but greedily fasten his pace.
“God, I swear your insides.. perfectly fit my cock” He panted, gripping onto your shirt as a backup handle other than your hips.
“F-fuck” You whimpered. His cock made all of your nerves go haywire, you panted at the feeling of his cock hitting your deepest core. It was almost overwhelming but it was at the right level so it wasn’t.
His balls slapped against your skin as he desperately tried to get deeper, mounting you as much as he could like a wild animal. He was losing all sense of control, he needed you, he had to breed you.
The sounds of skin slapping and moaning echoed around the room, it felt inappropriate, like someone was going to hear. Luckily for the both of you, it was obvious nobody would.
He held onto your shoulders, pulling you into his cock after he slid almost all of it out. It was a sharp jolt of pleasure every single time his cock slid right back in where it should be. You felt like a desperate animal in heat, you couldn’t help but whimper and moan yet not move a single inch.
Your body was instinctively arching for his cock to get a better angle, to reach the deepest part of you. Every-time his cock hit the right spot that made your stomach clench, you couldn’t help but bite into the pillow in-front of you.
“Ma-master! You’re so warm.. so tight! I don’t think I’ll be able to last long..” He panted out. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last awhile with the way your body clenched around him. It was like his cock was the only thing that could pleasure you and your hole felt like the only thing that would satisfy him.
“I-I don’t think I will.. either! Shit!” You moaned loudly, it felt embarrassing to let go of all control you had before but now you didn’t care. You needed his cock to please you!
“Please! Let me cum inside you, I need to..” He begged for your permission. He knew he would need it incase you didn’t want him breeding you. But god did he want to disobey you for the first time and fuck all the energy out of you!
You whimpered but kept quiet. You weren’t sure what to say, do you let your cow boy cum inside? Or do you keep the shred of dignity you had and say no?
“Ok-okay!” You clenched onto your pillow for comfort. Knowing what was soon to come, or maybe you should say who. You laughed in your mind at the stupid pun before his cock slamming inside you brought you back to the lustful situation you were in.
“Go-god I love you s-so much!” He held onto your waist, pulling you back onto his cock as deeply as he could. He fucked you so quickly until the final piece of the puzzle was put into place.
Your insides were covered in cum in seconds, his cock spurted his milk right into your deepest spot, it surrounded his cock and yet he kept thrusting as much as his body would allow him.
He wanted more, he needed more!
He kept slamming his cock into you, some cum leaked out from your hole as he pushed his milk further inside you. His hands tightly gripped around your hips, almost bruising them.
He was still going even though he was overstimulating himself. He heard your loud moans as you allowed him to continue despite your body being incredibly sensitive.
He babbled sweet compliments of your hole, your beautiful face, unable to stop himself. He needed to make sure every inch of you was filled with his fertile cum.
His cock just as desperate as he was, throbbing inside you and persistent on slamming in his already spurted cum in your hole even more. He was towering over you like a true feral animal and yet he didn’t care, he was going to breed you no matter what.
“F-fuck god! I’m sorry!” He whimpered as he reached his high again, unable to stop the hot sticky cum that coated your insides once more. Now filling you to the complete brim. His mind finally let him rest and he grabbed you; cuddling you from behind. He was spooning you and refused to let any cum flood out.
“I love you so much master!” He rubbed your stomach, soothing your sensitive body.
“Geez.. cow boys are really energetic huh?” You looked back at him. You couldn’t believe he had the energy to fuck you once more. Your body was so sensitive yet you didn’t complain. You liked the feeling of him filling you up but you’d never utter that out loud. That’d just be the death of you and all your dignity.
“Yup! Or maybe it’s just me needing to fill you up with all the milk I have..” He giggled poking at your stomach and how his cock made a slightly visible mark. He could probably measure how far his cock went inside you if he wanted to.
“Yeah yeah..” You mumbled grabbing your sheet to cover the both of you. His arms wrapping around you comforted him and he made sure to get his usual goodnight kisses that you unfortunately accustomed him to.
#cow boy#cow boy x reader#breeding mention#lots of breeding#cow boy oc#cowboy#normal cow boy#not a yeehaw cowboy#farmer reader#cowboy x reader#cowboy x farmer reader#virgin reader#virgin oc#pls request#🌸 anon#leonmyoc
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Know Your Worth
Cowboy OC x gn! reader
Warnings: reader has abandonment issues
A/N: this is honestly just a self indulgent comfort thing for me
It’s no secret that Louie loves you more than anything in the world. He always brings you gifts, writes songs for you, and constantly tells you how amazing you are
So when you hit Louie with the “I’m scared you’re going to leave me” line, he freaks out. He can’t even imagine his life without you!
He immediately reassures you, telling you that he will never leave you
On nights where those thoughts cloud up your mind, Louie holds you close and tight, whispering sweet nothings in your ear
He will always be there for you and is ready to reassure and comfort you
#cowboy oc#cowboy x reader#Louie Dayton my OC#male x reader#male oc x reader#oc x reader#oc x gn reader#male oc x gn reader#gender neutral reader#male oc
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First Date - Johnny Ringo
Johnny Ringo x Reader
PG
He really likes you. You kinda scared him, because you’re kind and gentle. Everything he acts like he’s not… behind closed doors he’s the same way.
He tried to feel you out by making small talk every time he seen you. He didn’t want you to be afraid or intimidated by him.
He finally got the courage to ask out when he seen you where closing your boutique up late one night. He knew the cowboys where out in the town causing all sorts of hell so he offered to walk you home.
“W-would you like to join me for dinner tomorrow?” He stumbled through asking, it was adorable. Thank goodness he asked because you didn’t know how to.
You though you’d be going to dinner at one of the dinners. You where pleasantly surprised when you both arrived to a shaded tree with blankets and candles all set out. He will never admit it but he spent all afternoon preparing the food and setting the scene to be perfect. He brought Charcuterie and your favorite wine.
“This is fantastic, thank you johnny”
“I just wanted to make sure it was special for such a lovely lady”
Before you both knew it was midnight and there was never a pause in the conversation. Eventually you realized that morning would be soon and you both walked back to your home. Hand in hand.
Once at your front door you said goodnight and gave Johnny. Oh how badly you wanted him to come in but Johnny being a gentleman wasn’t going to.
“Goodnight darlin”
“Goodnight Johnny”
#johnny ringo#johnny Ringo x reader#tombstone#tombstone head canon#johnnyringo#cowboy#cowboy x reader#western#michael biehn#flowerwrites
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— “A COWBOY’S ROUGH RIDE.” [drabble; reader gives bucky a bj.]
“darlin’, don’t tease me to death,” bucky commented, breath hot and heavy against the hand that covered his mouth. steve was sat in the other room, making dinner for the two of them, unknown to the sexual, sensual activities occuring in the other room. “you gotta be quiet, bucky, steve might get suspicious.” you warned him, but he only hastily nodded, his cock too hard to think of anything other than your tongue and throat.
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#x male reader#male reader insert#avengers x male reader#avengers x gn reader#avengers x female reader#avengers x reader#x reader#x female reader#x fem reader#x gn reader#cowboy x reader#cowboy fanfic
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#arthur morgan#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan x reader#cowboy#red dead redemption two#red dead redemption#coquette
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#i’m ALWAYS thinking about this game#it genuinely never leaves my head it’s my favorite thing ever#my roman empire fr#i love cowboys#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption#john marston#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#charles smith
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"Wear the hat, ride the cowboy" Billy the Kid
Summary: After drawing the wrong kind of attention at the saloon, Billy comes to your rescue. Having to pretend to be his for the night, which leads to a ‘wear the hat, ride the cowboy’ situation ;)
Tags/warnings: mdni (18+), porn with no plot, angst, size kink, riding cock, overstimulation, fingering, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, slight knife kink
Note : This is my first time ever writing smut and I haven't edited it a lot so this should be fun. (Tell me if it's good or not pls)
tags: f!reader, smut
word count: 3.7k
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Curiosity led you to the local saloon one evening, where Billy often engaged in poker games. The air inside was thick with the smoky residue of cigars, and the occasional clinking of glasses underscored the distant melody of a forlorn piano. As you pushed through the creaking doors, your presence hung in the air, drawing the gaze of rough patrons whose eyes bore into you with a kind of familiarity you had never known. Unaccustomed to the bold gazes and suggestive comments that swirled around you like a threatening storm, you sought refuge at the bar. A man behind it was taking someone’s order.
You looked around, your eyes finally found Billy's familiar frame, surrounded by a haze of cigarette smoke, engaged in a high-stakes poker game.
“Hello, darlin’,” a drunken man stumbled toward you.
“Hello, sir,” you gave him a small smile, trying to avoid his intense stare.
He leaned against the bar to keep his balance. “Come on, darling, don’t be such a prude. Talk to me.” His hand reached up, attempting to caress your face.
From afar, you saw Billy, his eyes—usually mischievous and full of life—met yours with a fleeting recognition. Without uttering a word, he rose from his chair, his cowboy boots echoing a heavy cadence on the worn wooden floor.
The drunken man's intrusive advances persisted, his slurred words creating an uncomfortable tension. "Don’t play hard to get, honey. I can show you a good time," he insisted, his hand becoming more insistent. Ignoring the drunkard, you turned back to the bar, hoping for intervention. The man persisted, his persistence turning aggressive. As his hand encroached upon your personal space, a shadow fell over you.
Billy's presence loomed, his gaze colder than the steel of his revolver. Without a word, he grabbed the man's hand, his grip firm and unyielding. “Leave her alone," Billy's voice cut through the clamor of the saloon, his words echoing with a subtle menace.
The tension escalated, a palpable undercurrent surging through the room. The patrons, sensing the imminent storm, shifted uneasily. Billy's eyes held yours, a silent reassurance amid the brewing chaos. The drunk man, now confronted by the notorious gunslinger, stumbled backward, a mixture of recognition and fear contorting his expression. With a final warning glare from Billy, he slinked away into the crowd.
Billy turned towards you, his eyes softening as if to assure you that the storm had passed.
"What in the hell are ya doin’ here?", he murmured, his tone both gruff and concerned as he reached you, seizing your hand and guiding you to the quiet side of the room. "I needed to go out, Billy," you replied, your voice carrying a note of defiance and desperation.
He hissed, a trace of irritation etching lines across his rugged features. "You can’t. You gotta go home. These people here are dangerous," he warned.
"And you don’t think me leaving alone would be dangerous?" you shot back, your gaze a defiant challenge to the protective facade he wore like impenetrable armor.
"Shit," he conceded, his irritation mingling with a begrudging acceptance of your undeniable truth. "Alright, I’m finishing up my round, and then we can go," Billy relented, his tone an admission of defeat. "But you play along with me, ok? If they don’t think you're claimed, they'll see you as fair game," he said, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that cut through the smoky haze, demanding an unspoken oath.
“Ok,” you huffed out.
He pulled you towards his table with a rough yet oddly comforting grip, a silent acknowledgment that, for a fleeting moment, you were to be sheltered from the men surrounding you as long as you stayed with him. "Wait," he murmured, his hand lingering on yours. With a swift motion, he removed his hat, worn and weathered from a life on the precipice.
You extended your hand to stop him. "Billy, you can’t," you insisted, your voice barely more than a whisper, laden with the implications of his gesture. “You know what this means.”
"That’s the point," he declared, his crooked grin returning like a bittersweet promise of protection. As he placed his hat on your head, it became a proclamation, an unspoken claim made before the watchful eyes of everyone present, and a promise of a heated night that lingered in the air like an unspoken secret.
"Now, c’mere," he commanded, pulling you towards him as he settled into his chair, drawing you onto his lap. You bit on your lips, a mixture of anticipation and fear, the heat rising to your cheeks as the proximity between you tightened like a coiled spring. This was the first time Billy had been so close, and the magnetic pull of his presence ignited an unfamiliar fire within you.
He looked up at you as you bit your lips, his gaze a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension that hung thick in the air.
As he resumed his poker game, you felt his breath against your neck. "Pass me the whiskey, doll," he asked.
You leaned against the table, inadvertently pulling your hips tighter into his pelvis, sensing his hardness between you. His hands reached out against your hips, gripping you and keeping you still. "Careful," he warned against the shell of your ear, his breath raising goosebumps along your neck, a sensation that heightened the electrifying energy between you.
As you handed him the glass, he took a swig, and then, with a deliberate slowness, leaned down against the side of your neck, planting a lingering kiss. "Thank you, doll," his gravelly voice murmured, the aroma of whiskey lingering in the air.
Billy's fingers grazed lightly along your waist, sending a cascade of sensations through your body. His gaze met yours once more, a silent invitation lingering in his eyes. It was then that you became acutely aware of the speculative glances from the patrons, their curiosity fueled by the undeniable connection unfolding before them.
The weight of Billy's hat on your head felt like both a shield and a beacon, marking you as his amidst the prying eyes of the saloon.
The night passed on and as the final hand of poker concluded, Billy rose from his seat, still holding you close. "Wrapping it up for the night, boys. See ya tomorrow," he declared, his voice a mix of weariness and determination.
He grabbed your hand, guiding you out with a certain urgency. The saloon doors swung open, thrusting you back into the harsh glow of moonlight. As you stopped in front of his horse, he turned around and said, "What the hell were you thinking, coming here alone? You know how they treat women here."
His words cut through the night air, a mixture of concern and frustration etched on his rugged features. The distant sounds of revelry from the saloon formed a dissonant backdrop to the charged atmosphere between you.
You met his gaze, a swirl of emotions reflecting in his eyes. "I just wanted to have one free night, Billy. Just one," you replied, your voice carrying a note of desperation. Billy's jaw clenched, a silent acknowledgment of the dangers lurking in the shadows. "This ain't the place for that, especially not for someone like you," he muttered, his grip on your hand tightening as if to emphasize the point.
The weight of his words hung in the air, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. The moonlight cast shadows across his face, revealing the hardened resolve etched into his expression. "I can't have you wandering into places like this, doll," he continued, a trace of vulnerability underlying his gruff tone. "It's too damn dangerous."
Billy sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to release the tension in the air. "Let's get you home," he said, his voice softened. With a final glance back at the saloon, you moved towards his horse. As you approached, he placed his hands on your hips, lifting you onto the horse with a gentle yet firm touch. You instinctively grabbed his forearm for support, your eyes locking in a shared moment of intimacy.
The ride home was a silent journey through the cool night air, the rhythmic hooves of the horse creating a steady cadence. You sat in front of Billy, the warmth of his body enveloping you, his strong arms encircling your waist as you traversed the dimly lit trails.
As the horse navigated the uneven terrain, Billy's embrace tightened slightly, offering both stability and reassurance. His chin rested on your shoulder, his warm breath tickling your neck, and in that intimate proximity, the weight of your unspoken desires lingered like an invisible thread weaving through the darkness.
Arriving at your doorstep, Billy helped you dismount, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Your eyes met, a complex tapestry of emotions woven between you. He spoke, his words a whisper carried away by the night breeze, "Be more careful, doll. This world ain't kind, especially to those with a heart as tender as yours." He placed his hand against your cheek, caressing it lovingly.
"Billy," you responded, the ache in your voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and longing. He placed a loving kiss on your forehead, his touch a hushed plea for silence. "Go to sleep, doll. I'll come by tomorrow morning," he whispered, giving you a kiss on the forehead, turning away.
"Billy, wait," an urgency surged within you, desperate to find a reason for him to stay. You took off your hat, intending to return it to him, a feeble attempt to anchor him in the moment. “Keep it. I prefer it on you,” he remarked, a bittersweet acknowledgment that stirred emotions too complex to unravel.
Locked in a gaze that spoke volumes, you inched toward him, a silent plea lingering in the air. As your fingers tightened around the hat, a palpable tension filled the space between you. His intense blue eyes held yours, revealing a tumult of unspoken struggles and desires. Your gaze shifted to his lips—slightly chapped yet irresistibly inviting.
Closing the distance, you reached him, and, without hesitation, pressed your lips against his. The kiss was a desperate plea, an attempt to convey the emotions that words couldn't capture.
Billy's initial surprise melted into a shared passion, and for a moment, the world around you faded. His arms encircled you, pulling you close as if trying to etch the moment into his memory. As the intensity deepened, you let go of the hat, your hands finding their way to his jaw, pulling him even closer. He tasted your soft lips and felt your warm skin. He pulled away slightly, breath mingling with yours, lips lingering, an anguished pause in the silent night.
"Fuck, doll," he groaned, your foreheads leaning against one another, his hands gripping the fabric on your waist. You looked up into his eyes, witnessing the inner battle reflected in his gaze as he grappled with the decision to restrain himself or not.
You approached your lips to his cheek, giving him a slight peck, when you heard him whisper, "Fuck it." His lips crashed to yours, hungry, hot, and demanding, stealing your breath in a heated rush. His hand came up, cupping your jaw, angling your head to deepen the kiss as he slicked his tongue inside your mouth.
“Come, let’s go inside, yeah?” He asked. You nodded at him, as he gave you a quick kiss, ushering you inside, “good girl.” And in an instant, he’s moving toward you, wrapping his arms around your body and pressing you to his chest. You press your lips to his and moan at the taste of Whiskey. His tongue slides over yours in slow strokes that make your cheeks warm, but it’s when his teeth nip at your bottom lip that a whine escapes.
His rough, calloused hands drop to the cusp of your neck, gripping your hair just tight enough to make you hiss. You arch into his touch as he starts to explore your body, mapping out every dip and curve.
“Billy- Please… do something.” He moans a response into your neck as his lips slip down to leave love bites along the column of your throat.
Eager to feel you, Billy tried to pull at the strings of your corset, but to no avail. It was too complicated to remove in the dark, and with the emotions aptly blinding him, Billy had no patience to try.
In the dark, you heard a flick of a knife, and you felt a cold tip of the blade against your skin before Billy’s voice comforted you, “Be a good girl and don’t move, ok?”
A rip ran through the air as Billy sliced your corset in half from the back. You stayed perfectly still, trusting him completely to cut the clothing off of you without harming you at all. The moment Billy had cut your corset, he dropped it to the floor and pulled your top off with it.
He immediately lets his hands drop to your breasts, nipples already pebbling from the cool air. He pinches and pulls at them for only a moment before he’s trailing kisses down your stomach.
Bilily stops just above your hip bones, “May I?” he asks, blue eyes peering up at you. “Yes. Billy, please.” You beg him, voice thick with desperation. He chuckles and then rubs his hand over your throbbing clit. He slides one, then two thick fingers into your dripping pussy. A whimper bubbles from your swollen lips as he pulls back to spit on your heat. His fingers curl, digits stretching and scissoring inside you. Your head feels like it’s spinning, arousal leaking from your cunt and down Billy’s fingers.
Your hips are unable to escape his assault on your g-spot when he pins you down, and you let out a moan you hardly recognize as your own. “Shit, you’re so wet.” His teeth catch his bottom lip as he smiles down at your fucked-out form.
Billy’s hand never slows, even as he grinds his palm into your poor clit. You cum not long after, waves of pleasure crashing over and drowning you in euphoria. Your body is trembling as you come back to Earth and Billy is there, watching you from between your thighs. He places a kiss on your sensitive clit before he stands back up, towering over you.
“Please. Fuck me, Billy.” You say through heavy breaths. He feels his head spin at the sound of your voice.
“Whatever you want, doll.”
Billy lays you across the couch and crawls over you, leaning back to release his aching cock from the confines of his pants. Saliva pools in your mouth at the sight of him, pre-cum drips from his flushed, red tip.
He fists his cock at the sight of you below him, lips parted and breasts heaving. Billy leans his body over yours, trapping you between him and the cushions below you. You can feel the muscle covering his torso press against your tummy. He ruts his cock through your pussy, the head catching on your clit deliciously. You both moan at the feeling and link your fingers together.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect. I’m gonna make you all mine”, Billy coos down at you, searching your face for any hesitance. You nod at him, earning you a keen smile and a quick kiss. “It’s gonna hurt, doll, I’m sorry.” Squeezing his hand, you hold your breath when he lines himself up with your entrance.
You gasp when his tip slips into you, already feeling like he’s split you in two. Salty tears start to well in your lash line at the burn of Billy’s cock stretching you out for the first time. He’s much bigger than you anticipated and you dig your nails into his skin.
“I know, I know. Just breathe.” He tries his best to comfort you, gritting his teeth at the feeling of your cunt around him. His heart stings at the sight of you crying for reasons other than pleasure, but he can’t help it when his hips buck, pushing himself another inch deeper.
Billy knows he should feel guilty for liking the way you screw your eyes shut, the way your cunt flutters around him even though he’d worked you open already. He’s not even halfway inside you and your legs are trembling around his waist while he holds himself back from pushing in balls-deep. He can’t help but feel a sense of pride swell in his chest at the effect he has on your body.
Billy’s hand leaves yours and drops to your clit, rubbing tight circles with his thumb. Your mouth opens into an “O” shape and your sloppy cunt grants him another inch. He can feel the velvet of your walls drawing him deeper, euphoria building in your veins. With every circle drawn, Billy pushes in further and further until he’s finally buried to the hilt. He stills for a moment, letting your cock-drunk mind play catchup with your body. “I’m gonna move, is that ok, doll?”
He pulls out, making you whine at the empty sensation, then, he’s driving his hips forward again. You loop your arms around his neck as he attacks your insides. Any words you have die on your tongue as Billy sets a rough, passionate pace. His tan skin, covered in old and new scars, feels slick against yours as his cock splits your mind in half. You can feel Billy everywhere, you can taste him, touch him, smell him, see him. He’s completely overwhelmed your senses and given you nothing to think about other than him.
The air around you is humid and thick, the scent of sex swimming through it. Billy slips in and out of you with ease, the clear strings of your slick and his pre-cum coat your pussy lips like a gloss. You let your gaze fall on him, watching how his brows furrow with concentration while he molds your insides into the shape of him.
Billy lifts your hips in the air to get an angle that allows him to hit even deeper, pumping his cock into you so hard that the air is forced from your lungs. There’s no one else you could want, no one else who could ever make you feel like this.
“Shit Billy. I’m so close.” You moan, a familiar warmth starting to coil in your tummy. He nods and slots his lips against yours for one final kiss. His tongue explores your mouth as his dick strikes your g-spot, sending you headfirst into bliss. You cum hard as every nerve in your body is set aflame. His hot, sticky cum floods your walls and leaks from around his cock.
Silence lies thick in the air aside from your heavy breathing and the soft kisses you share. Billy leans back to peer down at where you’re connected and shakes his head at you.
He picks you up and places you over his hips, leaning you back. “Can’t waste this, doll.” He tuts at you, gathering the cum leaking from your abused pussy on his tip and pushing it back in. Throwing an arm behind his head, a fucked-out grin crosses his features as you sink down on his cock, letting him rub against your most sensitive spots. A strangled moan sounds in the back of your throat as he slowly pushes back into the deepest parts of your cunt.
His tongue darts out to lick the sweat off of his cupid’s bow, large hands moving to slide down your hips to grab at the fat of your ass. He guides you up and down on him as you babble and cry.
“I’ve got you, doll.” His words send a shiver down your spine and you brace yourself on his broad shoulders. Your cunt flutters around him, “Fuck Billy’-” you cry out.
Billy groans at the sight of a white ring around his shaft, made from a mixture of his and your cum. “So tight… taking me so fuckin’ well.” He bucks his hips, tip grazing your g-spot just right, just enough to make your eyes roll up into your head. “C’mon, doll.”
He leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, then captures your lips with his. He swallows every moan and hiccup as he pounds into you, only slowing when you clench impossibly tighter around him. Stars are dancing in your vision and pleasure is burning in your veins. You hear him swear again, he lets his head fall back onto the cushions and plants his boots flat on the floor. You nearly scream as he fucks back up into you. He’s growling something in your ear, but his words sound so far away.
“Cum on my cock, doll. C’mon, do it. Do it for me.” Billy babbles in your ear as he loses his rhythm, now just slamming his hips into yours with all the force he could muster. Your arms are clinging to his neck and he has you trapped against him. White, hot pleasure hits you like a ton of bricks as you squirm on Billy’s lap. His teeth sink into your shoulder as he pumps his hot, sticky cum into your womb.
He lays back on the couch, letting you rest against his chest. With a tender touch, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your hair. His lips lingered for a moment. As he pulled back, his fingers began to stroke your hair slowly, each caress a testament to the unspoken passion that simmered between you.
“From now on, that hat stays on you, doll. Let everyone in town see you belong to me."
send me billy thoughts or requests pleaseee :)
#billy the kid#billy the kid x reader#billy the kid smut#william bonney#coriolanus snow#tom blyth#wear the hat ride the cowboy#save a horse ride a cowboy
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MDNI 18+
(expanding from this post)
giving cowboy-könig a blowjob in the front of his truck. 🧺🚜🌾
like any other man, könig enjoys a nice sloppy blowjob. his large, gloved hand rests on the back of your head, his calloused and scarred fingers nestled in your locks of hair, whilst he admires the way you bop your head greedily, sucking könig's lengthy and hard cock off ‘til it's swollen and you have drool running down your chin.
the way you flick and roll your warm tongue over his sensitive head leaves könig breathless. your techniques at getting him riled up work perfectly, feeling as you seduce him with the way your tongue rubs against his weeping tip.
when you listen to the radio, you can hear the tunes of the music playing through the speakers, with your shirt rolled up to reveal your soft breasts and your hardened nubs, body sweating due to july's bright sun. you arch your back teasingly, watching könig's eyes wander all over your body, the sight of your bare ass, your lace panties stuffed into his jean pocket, the smell of your sweet arousal and slick juices lingering on them, seeping into the fabric.
you giggle as you drag your tongue along the underside of his veiny shaft, the head of his dick weeping milky drops of his white release, infatuated with the sensation of your wet, warm tongue against his bulbous, hot cock.
könig's gazes off into the ombre of reds and oranges in the sky, his eyelids heavy with lust and exhaustion, and his slick cock sopping wet with your spit and saliva. he huffs and puffs, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, feeling his core tighten and his dick throb and pulsate, spurting thick loads of his white arousal all down your throat, whilst you wrap your fingers around his girthy base, giggling at the effect you have on him.
#orla speaks#cowboy könig#cowboy konig#konig smut#konig call of duty#konig cod#könig x reader#könig x you#könig x y/n#konig x you#konig x reader#konig x y/n#konig mwii#konig modern warfare#könig fanfiction
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Hello hello! I loved your baby fever headcannons for the Shimada Bros ❤️ Any chance you’d write them again for Cassidy? 👉👈
Cassidy As a Father HCs
CW: cass as a parent, GN! reader (as much as I could at least), cass is kinda a nerd, unorthodox parenting style
this may or may not have been sitting in my inbox for a WHILE oops but I just remembered it was there so here it is lol! enjoy <3
(also side note, i deleted one of my other cass fics cause I hate it so here is penance for my sins)
(so I am an idiot and realized way too late that they meant BABY FEVER hcs so here they are)
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definitely the type to want a pack of children
uses his ‘southern charm’ on you and “don’t you want a lil pack of y/n/cassidy’s running around?”
when he had his first child, he cries
like real tears
he just can’t believe something so innocent and perfect came from him
he gives super overprotective dad vibes
especially if he has a little girl
but he’s also the dumbass dad who does stupid things in the name of fun
like when he took your kids sledding on a rocket powered sled that Torbjorn built them
needless to say, he slept on the couch that night
but he really does love his kids to death and would never do anything to put them in danger
loves playing cowboys with them too
he’ll dress them up in his old hats and belts and boots and they’ll run around the living room on fake horses
“hey daddy, what does B-A-M-F mean?”
panic ensues
much like Genji, he’s a “idk ask your mom/dad” type of parent
instead of bribery tho he uses blackmail lmfao
“if you tell mom/dad about X make sure to mention it was your idea”
very Tony Stark esque parenting
if his child wants to be a cowboy for Halloween, he would definitely get roped into dressing up as the horse
ALSO
Grandpa Reyes + Uncle Genji and Auntie Angela????
Yes please
#overwatch 2#overwatch#ow2#overwatch x reader#overwatch x you#ow#overwatch fic#xreader#overwatch headcanons#cole cassidy x reader#cole cassidy x you#cole cassidy#cowboy x you#cowboy#cowboy x reader
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cowboy abs! this is actually my fav piece ive done in like. forever.
#artists of tumblr#the last of us#tlou#tlou fanart#tlou au#tlou 2#tlou game#tlou2#abby tlou#tlou part 2#abby anderson fanart#abby anderson tlou2#tlou abby#abby fanart#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x reader#abby the last of us#abby x you#abby x reader#abby anderson#abby x fem!reader#cowboy!au#cowboy!abby#cowboy abby#lottie’s art
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hijacked — boothill
summary. a mission to retrieve some files from a banquet hall goes wayward south when a galaxy ranger shows up to ruin your night—and score some bonus kisses while he’s at it.
notes. save me space cowboy… save me… remembered his entire body is robotic except his head. the possibilities to hack it and take over……….. ngh
HEY YOU!! there’s a sequel now.
warnings. little bit of threatening, mind control/hacking/hijacking? you take over his body for like a few minutes? is that a warning?
“Hey, pretty thing.”
Target locked. Your scanners had already tracked him before you could even realise he was speaking to you.
You swiftly hid away the USB drive in your purse.
Did he know?
It seemed his own eye enhancements—although a lot less subtle than yours—were scanning you down as well. How transactional. You’d hoped the walls you’d put up were enough to keep whatever technology he had at bay. Or at least, not trigger any alarms.
“You looked lonely. Was g’nna buy you a drink. Help you loosen up a bit.” He swished his own drink in your face for good measure. The coupe glass in his hands looked odd. He didn’t seem like a cocktail man. Not at all.
He looked like a whiskey man. Hard whiskey. With ice. In a tumbler with ribbed glass. You could picture it.
He just looked so out of place at the banquet.
He wasn’t even following the dress code. He was wearing boots, and a pair of old pants with zips along the calves. A hat with a white feather woven into the fabric rested on a head of long white hair with splashes of black around his face.
“No thanks,” you said with a wave. You tried to discreetly scan down his body, searching for any sort of hint of how you could get into his system.
His pants and what little material of his jacket hid most of the metal of his body. Internally, you cursed at it. He had no clear openings in his neck or arms. His head seemed entirely organic.
No weak spots.
“N’aww. Shame.”
The front door felt a lot further away now. Even more so, knowing he was most definitely here for you. He hadn’t even introduced himself yet. You had a feeling he knew he didn’t need to.
“Was g’nna ask ya to dance.”
You laughed awkwardly. “I can’t dance in these shoes.”
“Take ‘em off. Who cares?” he bantered playfully. “I’ll watch out for ‘em if they’re expensive.”
“They’re priceless,” you quipped back. “All of me is.”
“Good. You know your worth.”
You were actually worth about fifteen million, as according to your wanted status by the IPC. You weren’t sure if this man was a part of them, though members of the IPC were always very adamant on letting you know that, yes, they did work at the IPC. It was usually the first thing that came out of their mouths.
Questioning if they actually worked at the IPC opened another entire can of worms.
You didn’t feel the need to ask. Not in that moment, at least.
“And what’s yours?” you asked him with a bat of your lashes.
He winked. “Guess.”
You smiled and scanned him down again. “Depends. I’d have to see what you’re made of.”
“Naughty.” He leaned back against the wall with you. “You sure you don’t want that drink? It’s a cosmopolitan.”
Very sure. You were convinced that he’d just taken the drink from one of the server’s trays. You couldn’t imagine he’d walked up to the bar and requested it for himself.
“You strike me as a whiskey man,” you eased. It came past your lips like butter.
He flashed his teeth in warning.
Then, he sipped his drink. “You’re good. Anything else you can read with your fancy eyes?”
You stopped short.
He did know. It wasn’t a surprise, not at all. He wasn’t entirely human. He must have been equipped with similar technology to realise just how advanced yours was.
You realised then with a shaky breath that you had the same vision enhancements as he did. An even match, unable to read through to each other.
He must have had so much more, too. You only had so many enhancements, whereas he was made almost entirely of metal. The thought of amount of different codings and technology he had crammed into every wire of his body gave you a headache.
Bad idea. You shouldn’t have provoked him. You needed to retreat. You needed to get home, preferably safely, with the USB stored nice and snug in your purse.
You tried not to let your nervousness show, but by the way he was staring at you, you knew he could read your face.
“That’s it, then. You’ve figured out my party trick.” You got up from the wall. “Thank you for the offer. The drink, I mean.” You cleared your throat. “I’ll be going now.”
“I’m not scaring you off, am I?” He got up off the wall too.
He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.
“Not at all.” When you turned to face him, he was smiling so wide his eyes had crinkled. “Have a good night.”
“At least let me walk you out,” he insisted. He also offered to hold your purse, to which you quickly declined. That only made him smile impossibly wider. “What sort of man am I to not see a pretty thing like you get home safe?”
You headed towards the hallway, knowing he was right behind you.
The banquet was still in full swing, barely even close to ending. Most of the cast were drunk or getting there. Heels had been discarded, some missing their pair, skewed all over the dancefloor like glitter.
The golden chandelier in the main room was yet to be pulled from the ceiling. You were surprised nobody had tried to swing from it yet.
You dodged chattering groups and couples in the hallway—one of them had decided to put on a full display while right next to an unoccupied bedroom, right there in the centre of the hall.
Another one was gagging dangerously close to your feet.
You shouldered past them. “Stop following me, Ranger.”
“Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.” You felt his hair brush over your shoulder.
You knew he had a weapon. He wouldn’t have come to threaten you without one.
Before you could reach the door handle, he grabbed your wrist, pulled you backwards, and into the unoccupied guest room that the couple hadn’t bothered to take.
He shut the door with a loud slam, though not before hearing someone whistle out in the corridor.
Your head snapped towards him. He was leaning on the door, his arms crossed, looking almost unbothered.
“We can play this game all day, pumpkin. I got time.” He waved you off with a grin. “Give me the files. I’m askin’ nicely. I won’t force ya to hand ‘em over. Yet.”
You gritted your teeth.
You were so fucking close. So close to getting out of here, and then he had to come—this walking hunk of metal and scrap—and ruin everything.
Nothing ever went your fucking way anyway. You shouldn’t have been shocked something like this would happen.
You held your purse tightly in your hands. All of this was pointless. The dress, the heels, the hair, the nails, the makeup. All of it.
You just hoped by some miracle that he hadn’t found your locator beacon yet. You’d hidden it well; within the bushes outside away from anyone’s line of sight, but he wasn’t just anyone. He could see things a lot of people couldn’t.
“C’mon. You know you wanna…” He smiled sweetly for good measure. It looked like a threat. When he leaned to the side, the golden barrel of a gun flashed beneath his belt.
You could try to make a backup. Right then. You had what you needed in your watch. He’d probably stop you before it was complete.
Or…
Or what? What else could you do?
Your locator beacon wasn’t responding, though it hadn’t been broken. Most likely deactivated temporarily. You bounced on your heels.
You then formed the worst idea of your life.
With shaky hands, you walked towards him slowly. You reached into your purse, feeling for the cold plastic of the black USB he wanted to get his grubby hands on.
“Knew you’d come ‘round.” He held out his hand expectantly.
You fished the USB from your bag.
Then, before you could place it into his palm, you tripped and almost broke your nose on his torso. Your hands splayed desperately onto his chest to keep your face from shattering on impact.
He was quick to grab your arms to steady you with a surprised grunt.
There was a whirring sound, and then the sound of something mechanical and wrong. Foreign. Not from his body, but from yours.
The spaces beneath his joints lit up abright yellow for a moment before his hands loosened from your arms.
You grinned. Gotcha.
When you pulled back, he witnessed you pull a strange light from beneath his skin before you held it along your fingers.
When he blinked, you had an entire copy of his body in the palm of your hand. A hologram formed of his entire artificial makeup. Every crevice of his body, all of the metal that weaved to make him who he was.
All of it in your hand, with puppet strings attached.
It was missing just his head.
He froze. And then, he rushed out a simple, “what did you do?”
You tapped on his holographic arm on the screen. “Hijacked.”
When you moved it, his arm twitched to life.
Against his will, he pulled the gun from his holster and dropped it to the floor. It clattered uselessly onto the carpet.
He could only simply stare as his body moved against his will. There was no way to even twitch a finger with all his might.
It was like you had shut down all of his systems and replaced them with your own.
He should’ve seen this coming.
You whistled as you studied the model of him in your hands. When you tapped onto his neck, it zoomed in to show every single wire and thread of metal, as well as an accompanying string of coding.
“I don’t need any special enhancements to read you. What sort of cyborg comes in alone to try and stop me? You know who I am, don’t you?”
He wasn’t able to move his body. He said not a word.
“Somebody clearly doesn’t understand their body.” You patted his chest. His fans had kicked in. You could hear them whirring.
He was glaring at you.
“Did the IPC send you?”
After a moment, he scoffed. “Hardly. I don’t work for those… people.” It seemed like he wanted to say something else, but decided against it.
“Huh.” You didn’t think he was lying. “So… you’re not concerned about my bounty?”
“You said yourself you were priceless,” he countered easily. Despite his position, he was still grinning. “And besides, I’m sure my bounty is heaps bigger than yours.”
You almost snapped. He’d come to gloat, even at a disadvantage.
“You look better with your mouth shut,” you spat. You shoved the lining of code in his face for him to see, making the holographic blue screen as large as you possibly could. “I could make you tear yourself apart. I could make you forget who you are. I could alter whatever sort of brain you have in there. Watch yourself.”
Still glaring, but this time his lips sealed almost instantly.
You made him stand ram rod straight as you turned around, now eyeing a golden vanity next to the bed. The bedroom was surprisingly clean, save for a few empty glasses strewn about. No stains, no messes.
You sat down in the chair and angled the mirror so you could keep your eye on him.
You breathed out, trying not to stare at him for too long. You could feel your irritation growing, and it was showing on your face. If you stared at him for any longer, you feared you’d pull his limbs off with your own bare hands.
You fished out the powder from your purse and leaned closer to the mirror.
Maybe if you looked better, you’d feel better.
“You’re seriously dollin’ yourself up right now?” he asked, briskly annoyed.
You dabbed the sponge beneath your eyes. “Can’t let anyone think I let you put your hands on me. I have standards.”
He had nice hair. You weren’t sure if it was real, though. You weren’t sure if he could even grow hair. He was almost entirely artificial, save for his head.
He didn’t seem to age—his face, at least. You weren’t sure how old he was supposed to be, but his organic skin still looked fresh, as if left untouched and well taken care of.
Maybe it’s because that was all he had left of him.
You snapped the powder shut.
The ranger sneered. “Yeah, yeah. I’d beat you in a fight anyway.”
“‘Course you would,” you answered easily. You pulled a stick of gloss from your bag. You swiped the lipgloss over your lips, fixing it with the tip of your nail. “That’s not what I’m talking about, though.”
You stood from the chair, placing the gloss back in your purse.
“You’d never hit me, would you?”
His face almost lit up with fury.
It was absolutely hilarious.
“You’re so lucky I can't move,” he threatened. “You wouldn’t recognise your pretty face in the mirror.”
“Such a gentleman.” You stood on the tips of your toes to press your lips to his cheek. You hoped the sticky gloss bothered him, knowing he would be unable to wipe it off of him. You hoped it stained his milky skin a nice glittery bubblegum pink.
You hoped the scent of your perfume lingered on his skin, and he never forgot your name.
“Of course, gorgeous.” That same mocking tone. “Anything for you.”
You held the USB up to his lips. “Open.”
Begrudgingly, he did so.
You slipped the stick past his lips until his teeth caught onto the plastic and held it still.
“You can have it. I already got what I needed anyway.”
You kissed his other cheek for good measure, lingering for a moment before you pulled away. Two pink glittering stains on his face now; perfectly symmetrical.
“I’ll be thinking of you.” And that you would. You winked at him. “Bye, Boothill.”
Then, with sudden grid lines of yellow forming over your figure, the locator beacon buzzed to life, and you disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, you were outside in the cold night air. There were few people out in the front garden of the building, and none had spotted you.
You picked up the gadget and quickly left. A copy of his body and the USB were now a collection in your own personal belongings.
As soon as you vanished, Boothill regained control of his limbs and fell to the floor, trembling with the after effects of your invasion. His teeth were gritted as he pulled himself up onto the guest bed.
He spat the USB out before he could bite down and damage it.
He held it between his thumb and index finger.
There was a smear of your lipgloss on the side of the USB stick.
Mission accomplished, he supposed.
He also had two matching lipgloss stains on his skin as a trophy. He could see how stupid he looked in the vanity mirror.
He snickered with clenched, shaking fists.
You smelled like strawberry.
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— cowboy hat rule.
pairing: cowboy!steve harrington x fem!reader
warnings: smut, p in v, MINORS DNI!!!!, pet names, praising, kinda degrading but not really, a lil argument, dom!steve, rivals to fcking, swearing, good old bj for our good boy stevie! reader has a nickname 'sunshine' bc i didn't wanna do y/n sorry:(
summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. (wc: 5k+)
author's note: this is just horny babbling. i have no idea how cowboy lore works so if im wrong pls just close ur eyes i tried to research but i couldnt find shit just pls i just want cowboy steve dick. and ofc no proof-reading bc im lazy as hell. no dividers ugly aesthetic bc of tumblrs f ass not showing my shit in tags SIGH.
also PLSSS LIKE + REBLOG + COMMENT TO SUPPORT ME MWAH ILY
When you told Mr. Harrington you’d be more than happy to help around his Ranch during the summer, you didn’t expect Steve to become a problem, but you were wrong, so fucking wrong.
A cocky cowboy who’s way too into partying and into his looks and his fluffy hair than you could ever imagine. That’s exactly how you’d describe Steve Harrington. Even though you so badly wanted to believe otherwise, wanted to disregard the rumors and the reputation that came with him. But, he made it so goddamn hard.
All he fucking did was tease you, complain. Order you around and act like you didn’t know how to do shit. And, you didn’t, but he was supposed to be your guidance, teach you. But all he did was grumble and give you that goddamned smirk.
Yet, you couldn’t fully hate him, there was a side of him he rarely showed you, one that cared, one that offered you rides—it was more of a mumble each night but you accepted nonetheless, one that ended up at your side whenever an asswipe bothered you at the bar, one that offered you a hand on your back when you were crying, he didn’t ask what happened, didn’t speak, just stood there, letting you spill out your guts. The two of you never spoke about these incidents, ever, because he acted like they didn’t exist, like he couldn’t bear the thought of being nice to you.
You were so fascinated by him, even though you’d never admit it out loud. He was charismatic, outright funny, and had a heart of gold that you only peered one layer of.
And fuck it, he was fine, annoyingly good-looking that he was a distraction to be around when you were supposed to be working, him with those sturdy denim jeans that cupped his ass perfectly, wide-brimmed cowboy hat with a creased crown, put perfectly on his head. Even though you’d much rather see his pretty hair falling on his face, run your hands through his smooth layers.
Usually, when it got as hot as it did today, he’d even take off that stupid shirt, feast your eyes with his glimmering chest, all hairy and glistening with sweat, broad shoulders as he ordered everyone around made you gulp. Like he is doing with you, right fucking now.
“Sunshine, get back to work.” Heat travels to your cheeks quickly, and that stupid nickname rolls off his lips so bitterly, the one he always called you just because you were all nice and smiley—even when he was being an asshole to you, something that grinded his gears, you guessed it was a foreign concept to him, being nice.
You were quick to shake off the hold he had on you, getting back on your feet as you stood your ground. “I am working! Just needed a second to breathe!” The lies rolled off your lips so simply that you wondered if he caught you staring. When he turned around to leave, you guessed he hadn’t.
“Asshole.” The insult leaves you before you can register how close Steve still was to you.
Turning head-spinningly fast. “What did ya say?” He spits, making you gulp physically.
He looks out of the world stunning when he’s mad, maybe it’s a toxic trait of yours but, fuck, the way his chocolate hues turn unrecognizable, that slight quirk of his brows, and the way his muscles flex in pure anger made you rub your thighs together.
Jesus Christ. He is getting into your head, and you hate that you think of him this way when he is so mean.
“Nothing! I’m just saying it’s really hot out today,” you hum, the sun rays hitting your face not making it easier on the heat that flame your cheeks.
He gives you a snort, all mocking once he takes a step closer, making you feel hotter if that is possible. “Well that’s what happens in the summer, darlin’”
Hand on the wall he tilts his head slightly, all with sass that has you rolling your eyes. “Or did you expect the weather to give Miss Sunshine some sorta special treatment?”
You roll your eyes, an act you always did that makes Steve’s jaw clench. “Oh, come on Steve! It’s really, really, hot, and the sun is all on my face!”
“Boo-hoo, princess,” he mocks, tipping his hat, almost as if to tease you further.
You scoff, getting closer to him. “Easy for you to just stand around in that big hat!” With a narrowed gaze, you cross your arms against your chest, like a brat, another trait that annoyed Steve even further.
Then, you beam again, and Steve knows no matter how much you hate it, Sunshine is absolutely the nickname you deserve, eyes glistening with happiness that it annoyingly even brings a glint to his pretty amber hues. His gaze unintentionally droops down to tour lips, so plushy and soft looking when it curls into that pretty smile that Steve wants to kiss you all over.
“Oh! Do you mind if I?” You ask all giggly, pointing toward his wide-brimmed hat, hand teasingly standing above his head.
He scoffs as if you had just asked him the most insulting question ever. “Not a chance,” he spits, now he crosses his arms in front of his chest, eyeing you with a dark glint in his eyes, one you couldn’t decide was full of annoyance or just pure desire.
“Mhmmm… okay,” you hum, feigning innocence for a second, before snatching it off his head with another hearty giggle.
Oh, what he would do to hear that on a loop, admire the way your lips stretched into the prettiest grin, brows quirked.
“Sunshine!” He chides, much rougher than he intends to, but you don’t pay attention to him when you place the hat carefully on your head, smoothing your hair.
You shrug, looking up at him with those doe eyes that have him melting, everytime, without fail. “Admit it, looks better on me.” You shrug, expecting him to agree.
Instead, he just offers you a deep sigh of breath, eyes almost widening when he realises what you just did. “Do you even—”
He huffs, hiding the obvious pink shade thats starting to color his cheeks, you really had no idea the hold you had on him, did you? “God, you city girls have no idea about anything, huh?”
Your brows furrow. “What?”
“Cowboy hat rule?” He asks with a tilt of his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.
A teasing smile curves on your plushy lips as you push for more information. “What’s that?”
“Just give me the hat back,” he insists, attempting to mask the warmth that crept into his tone.
With a shake of your head, your defiance only grows, a glint of mischief dancing in your gaze. “Not until you tell me the rules.”
“Sunshine,” he warns, voice so grumbly that heat travels all over your body quicker than the sun burning you.
“Steve?” You hum with a flirty gaze, so teasing that Steve wants to fuck you right then and there, until he teaches you proper manners, until he shows you not to be a total fucking brat and not to roll your eyes at him, until he shows you that you’re his.
But, of course, he settles on a low grumble of, “You’re annoying.”
“You used to be more creative with the insults, Harrington.” Another teasing remark, and Steve rolls his tongue inside of his mouth.
With a smirk, he takes another step toward you, when your back hit the walls of the barn, only then you realise, he has you cornered. “You wanna know the cowboy hat rule, princess?” He asks all smugly.
Gaze meaner than he is, chest almost pressed against yours, voice so low that all you can do is slightly nod.
Your breath gets hitched in your throat when his face is mere inches away from yours, hot breath fanning against your cheeks, skin heating on the impact, that brattiness you wear as a mask quick to slip off when he’s all demanding. “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.” His tone is almost a growl, pupils blown wide, making you gulp, physically.
“What?” You blink, unsure of what he’s actually asking. Excitement jumping around in your tummy.
“You heard me. Wanna take me for a ride, Sunshine?” He is so goddamn close that you are sure he can hear the annoying tumble your heart does at the weight of what his words hold.
It makes you pause, gaze sticking on his, sometimes slipping away to his soft lips, almost to signal him of something, but all you can do is try to hide the embarrassment that burns your cheeks.
“Didn’t think so,” he scoffs, backing away just slightly.
His cowboy hat is too big on your head, tipping low over your eyes, possibly hiding your nervousness as you mutter, “What if I do?”
With a smooth motion, he flips it off from your head, holding it with his palm, away from you. “Get back to work, Sunshine.”
“I’m serious—”
“So am I, those horses ain’t gonna straddle their strap themselves, off. to. work,” he hisses, turning to leave.
You huff, heat still burning off your cheeks, more embarrassed than annoyed, yet you still don’t have it in yourself to let it go, you can’t let him have this. Win this.
Quick to snatch the hat back, “So the hat rule is, wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy, huh?” You mumble behind him, your voice failing you, yet you appear to be giggly, and Steve heaves a deep sigh of breath, before fully turning to you.
He halts a bit when he sees you once again, in his hat, tipped low, that stupidly addicting smirk gracing your slightly-open lips, hand on your hips, and all he wants to do is fuck you till you lose that attitude of yours.
“Stop,” he warns, taking a step closer to you but with a shake of your head you back away, and he sighs, loud and annoyed.
“Gimme that, sunshine!”
“Nuh-uh.” All teasing and bratty, and grating on Steve’s last nerve. You know this, yet you wanna keep pushing him, further and further, until he snaps, until he can’t take it anymore. You have no reason to do this, you’re supposed to hate him, think of him as an annoying asshole.
But the two of you are finally tethering on that line, the line between purely teasing each other out of spite, to teasing each other out of flirting, you know that, and you don’t wanna take a step back. “Prove it.”
You are all up in his face, and all he can do his roll his eyes, cheeks beetle red, frustration worn on his face. “Knock it off.”
You tut gently, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Not until you—” Your words are interrupted quickly when he snatches up the hat from your head in annoyance, making you gasp when he discarded it easily.
“Get back to work!” His voice raises, and it makes you take a deep breath.
Shit, did you fuck this up?
“What?” You question, entire body feeling dizzy. He takes a step closer.
“You heard me.”
Another step closer, his breaths come out in short gasps, frustration taking over him. “Get back to fuckin’ work, before I can’t stop myself.”
He is close. Too fucking close, and you can’t help the way your gaze droops down to his soft lips, slightly parted open, downturned from frustration. God, you realize how hot he is when he is angry, once again. “F—from what?”
He hesitates, before licking his lips. This is it. He wants, no, he desperately needs you. Needs to put you to your place. Teach you what happens to bratty girls like you. Show you what exactly the stupid rule is. “From fucking you in this goddamn barn.”
You release the breath you’ve been holding back, feeling small, so small under his gaze. Mouth hanging open, and all you want is him to pin you against the wall, have you screaming out his name. “From making sure I show you how the goddamn cowboy hat rule works.”
Your back is plastered against the wall, his hands are by your side, you are caged beneath him, chest rising in anticipation. “Is that what you want, honey, think you can handle all of that?” He’s so smug, and you don’t know what overtakes you when he’s all in control like this, you wanna obey him, make him happy, proud, so you bite back on your insults.
His smirk is dangerously alluring, and you’re under his spell.
“Please,” you beg, heat finds your cheeks again, you hate the hold he has on you.
He barks out a chuckle, so mean, yet as equally hot. “Please, what? Speak up,” he spits, rolling his tongue inside of the roof of his mouth, lips wearing a smirk.
“Ruin me,” your voice is small, meek, yet it makes him groan.
You’re such a good girl for him, and he wants nothing more than to ruin you. Fully. Completely. Ruin you for every other man.
His head ducks down to your neck, leaving a sloppy kiss before leaning into your ear, his breath hot on your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Goddamit darlin’, you gonna be the death of me, huh?”
You don’t—you can’t answer, you’re speechless, rubbing your thighs together desperately, seeking some friction, a touch, anything.
He levels with you again, dangerous gaze on your lips, fingertips brushing against your cheeks teasingly “You know what I always wanted to do, sunshine?” He coarses lowly.
“W—what?” You ask with a gulp, lips twitching with need.
He gives you another grin, that asshole. The pad of his thumb slowly caressing your lips now, making you shiver with hunger. “Always wanted to put you to your place, you and that damn smart mouth, always runnin’ it for no good reason. I’d give you a good reason for those pretty lips, huh? Use it the way I wanna use it, fill it the way I wanna feel it,” he grunts like he said the most normal thing, yet you’re already squirming, wanting to open your lips, take his fingers in your mouth and suck on them, show him how much of a good girl you can be for him.
He has you on such a hold already, and you can’t complain. For someone who seemed to be annoyed—hell, even hated him a few minutes ago, you feel crazy, batshit insane, all you want is him.
His fingertips play with your lips all teasingly, pupils blown wide, the other hand caresses your hair so possessively that you melt into his touch. “You gonna be good for me sweet thing?”
He doesn’t have to ask you twice. “Y—yes, sir.”
Sir.
Godfuckingdammit. You don’t know the hold you have on him, do you?
He bites back on the moan that rumbles in his throat, instead settling on a, “Good girl.” Your puppy dog eyes glint at the praise, and he makes a mental note of it. .
“Get on your knees f’me, darlin’,” he grumbles, and you’re quick to obey, not minding the uncomfortable feeling of the wooden floors scraping your knees, or the fact that anyone might’ve walked in, the door was locked, and there was probably no one around yet Mr. Harrington might’ve returned to the ranch at any moment. But he made you feel safe, somehow.
You look up at him with those doe-eyes again, making him suck in a breath before he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them off his hips, boxers so tight around his hard cock that he grunts involuntarily.
Your eyes go wide the second his erection springs free, almost hitting the tip of your nose, red, angry and leaking with pre-cum, he lets out a chuckle at your expression before grabbing the base of his cock.
Same eyes, looking up at him all hungrily, Steve feels the way blood rushes quickly to his cock, making him harder if that's even possible, with a groan he runs the leaking tip across your lips. “Open up.”
Your hand replaces his quickly, and he runs his fingers through several strands of your hair, teaching you how exactly he wants you.
You open your mouth wide, just like he likes it, tongue giving his slit kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his salty pre-cum, wrapping your plushy lips around his thick head, and sucking the life out of him, determined, and feigning innocence with the soft gaze you held.
Head thrown back, heavy boots planted on the harsh ground, he lets out a low groan, stroking your hair all softly. “Look at you s’pretty like this for me.”
His hand wraps tighter around your hair, pushing you onto him, making sure you gag a little and that only spurs you on, making you whine around his cock, the sound reverberating through his chest. “Cat got your tongue, darlin’?” He chuckles all meanly.
“God, do you have any idea how many times I wanted to shut up that bratty mouth like this?” He asks with grunts leaving his open mouth, hand working harshly around your head, mouth feeling like heaven the more you bob around his thick length, struggling to take all of him.
“Those pretty lips are—mmpf, shit—better stuffed with my cock than being a spoiled lil’ city girl runnin’ her mouth, ain’t that right, baby?” You nod meekly, angelic eyes seeking for his validation before you flatten your tongue around the sensitive part of his tip, struggling to take all of him in your mouth. Earning guttural moans, eyes squeezed shut as he feels your soft lips wrapped around him again.
“Fuck, sweet thing.” You can feel his filthy grunts straight in your core, all low and lewd that you almost moan around him again, he puts one hand on the wall, helping himself to better move in and out of your throat.
He knows if you keep this up, he’ll cum right and there, and fuck, he needs that. But he needs to be inside of you more.
You keep up your stroking, now adjusting yourself properly to start licking and sucking on his balls. “Sunshine, you need to s—stop,” the words barely leave his lips, he so doesn’t want you to stop. But, he needs to cum inside of you.
Yet, you don’t listen to him as your movement speeds up, determined to feel his load warming your throat, make him proud, and your mouth bobs harder around his length, making him growl at you harshly. “Sunshine,” he warns, pulling you by your hair.
You’re quick to take a deep breath of air once he pulls you off, looking up at him with the perfect innocent eyes, your lips wearing the prettiest pout. “Was that not good for you, Stevie?”
Stevie. That nickname makes his head spin faster, all he wants to do is fuck you against those stupid rustic walls, have you screaming out for him, the whole ranch filled with your filthy noises, no one was around anyway.
“You kiddin’, sweetheart?” He gives you a chuckle, wrapping his hands around your jaw, pulling you off the floor.
“You were fuckin’ amazing,” he hums, leaning down to kiss you, tasing the salty semen on your tongue.
His hands are quick to travel along to your waist, fingertips finding their way onto your panties rather quickly, earning a gasp out of you. “Need to be in here first, honey.”
You nod, so quickly that you can feel him grinning into the kiss, his hands are everywhere, yours are more or less the same, quick to get rid of his top, to feel his toned chest in your soft hands, your top is sprawled right next to his, revealing your pink and gold bra at him, breasts peeking out just enough to have him groan, big hands quick to get rid of them.
He has you caged against the amber walls, back hitting the rough material, making you hiss. Your skin heats at the impact, it’s filthy, lewd, and so public, but none of you even care enough to break the kiss. He settles between your thighs, his pants drooped to his ankles, hands rubbing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
The sight of you so easily submitting to him, makes his cock grow harder than he thought was possible, looking so ethereal that Steve forgets all about everything else. “Sunshine,” he breathes, hands fiddling with the hem of your panties.
“Mhmm,” is all you can muster, legs slightly open for him, and he almost feels possessive over you, it’s entirely stupid, but he looks so fucking alluring with those dark chestnut eyes, layered hair a mess, and cock weeping entirely with the thought of you.
His thumb runs over the seam of your pussy, just a glimpse of how his fingers are going to ruin you, and you pulse and clench against him already. Wet. Drenched. And all ready to take him. “You’re soaked,” he groans.
Leaning further into your ear, “is that all for me, honey?” he rasps, desperate, needing your confirmation.
Heat grows in your cheeks faster than a scorching day in July, and he grins, again, all cocky and proud. “Yes,” you admit meekly, and Steve’s quick to kiss your worries away.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he growls, swirling your wetness up and around your slit, almost toying with you, having you desperately mewl for him.
He can’t put his finger on it, what it is that draws him this much into you, but he’s hooked, so goddamn obsessed that he feels like an idiot, for being this much of an asshole, for acting like a grade school boy who’s pulling the pigtails of his crush. Like a stupid cliche.
“Stevie.” That nickname, again. Godfuckingdammit, Steve thinks. You have him so wrapped around your finger, it’s like a prayer, and he’s sure you’re not aware of it. And it drives him even crazier. “Please.”
“Talk to me.” His voice is low, lips now nipping at your neck, suckling, giving you all the marks you need.
“I need you,” you hum, eyes squeezed shut, desperate. His finger discard your panties and slide easily inside of you, your back is fully dipped into the well-worn walls with how good he feels, his thick fingers making their way in and out of your soppy cunt, whines leave your lips faster than you can comprehend.
“Ruin me, Steve, fully, completely.” You don’t know how those words leave past your lush lips, but your thighs ache with need, cunt throbbing for him and him only.
His eyes widen quickly, pure hunger quick to fill his veins, mouth hanging open, curses leaving his lips at how forward you are being. “Show me the cowboy hat rule, sir.”
Steve all but groans, mouth harshly on yours again, chests pressed together and you can feel how hard he truly is, rock stiff, and aching to be inside of you. The sheer size of how he feels against your thighs almost makes your eyes bulge again.
His fingers stop moving in and out of you, before you can whine, he spins you around so fast that you gasp loudly, hands immediately plastered on the wall, pleasure and excitement fills your tummy, but the fact that he’s seeing you all vulnerable like this is embarrassing enough that you try to close your legs.
He’s quick to stop you with a grin, rough hands landing on the back of your thighs, spreading them open while tutting you. “Nuh-uh. Don’t get all shy now, princess. Spread them open f’me.” You spread them a little, cunt throbbing with how close his fingers are.
He groans again once he fully gets a view of you like this, face down, ass up, your pussy slicked with your juices, at his mercy. “‘M gonna ruin you, honey, don’t you worry.” A dark chuckle barks out from his chest, sending chills down your spine, almost making you whine.
Fuck.
His hands are rough when he has you by your waist, bruising almost. Lining his cock in front of your slick core, he swipes the head of his reddened tip inside of you with one forceful thrust. Your plushy lips open slightly, stealing your breath away as you try to adjust to his size.
Shit, shit, shit, he feels even better than you fucking expected.
His cock splits you open, filling every goddamn inch of you. You don’t know how many times you thought this, but, shit, he’s as big as the gossip in this small town says he is.
His thrusts are slow, grunts so loud and heavenly that it spurs you on more and more. His weight on you, the bruising hold. You feel him everywhere. On your back, hips, and fucking inside of you.
“F-fucking, fuck!” he growls, leaving nibbles all over your shoulder and back, even with the fact that this was Steve, and he was rough and filthy, it was wildly intimate, so wildly intimate that you could feel your heart pounding inside of your chest.
“How are you this fuckin’ tight, s-sweetheart?” One of his hands travel up to your neck, roughly holding you down, hips slamming into you with such force that you cry out.
He watches the way his girthy cock disappears in and out of you, wetting himself with your juices, filling every inch of you. “Doin’ s’good for me, princess.” His praises are heavenly, making your chest swell with pride.
He moves inside of your soppy cunt with short thrusts. Completely bottomed out, thrusting against the same sensitive spot every time as his balls, heavy with cum grind against your clit, with each movement, making you cry out his name, babbles leaving your mouth. “Yeah, you like this don’t ya? Want me to ruin this slutty pussy, huh? Ruin it for every other men?”
You nod all dumbly, yet, it isn’t enough for him. He wants to hear you, have you scream it out. “Say it, sweet thing, fuckin’ say it,” he groans, coarse voice making tingles appear everywhere on your skin.
“I-I love it, Stevie, want you to ruin me for everyone else, mmpf,” you moan all fucked out, eyes rolled all the way back to your head, hips desperately grinding against him for some more friction.
He picks up his pace, fucking into you with reckless abandon.“F-fuck doll, won’t last if you keep runnin’ that dirty mouth.”
But his words just encourage you to keep going, gasps coming out in short breaths as you manage to drive him crazier. “All yours, sir, all yours.”
He grunts at that, one of his arms snaking around and under your hips to find a better angle, lifting you up so that he can fuck his cock deeper into you, make you feel how fucking big he really is. “That’s right, baby, it’s all fuckin’ mine.”
Hot tears spill down your cheeks, entire body burning with it. The slick sounds of his hips driving into you, your moans, his low groans are all that fill the room. So fucking filthy, and you can feel yourself clenching around him.
It’s all too much; his hands everywhere, the lewd noises he makes, how deep his girthy cock is bottomed out inside of you, making you feel every ridge. It’s fucking perfect, and you desperately need to cum.
And of fucking course, Steve can feel your pussy gripping him, so tight that he knows he’s gonna cum right after you do. “Gonna cum f’me, huh? Such a good girl,” he praises, again, knowing the effect it has on you and all you can do is gasp and weakly nod.
One of his thumbs quickly finds your clit, making your pussy throb around him in pure ecstasy, all the overstimulation enough to have you crying like a bitch in heat. “Give it to me, angel,” he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses everywhere on your skin.
His movements pick up, padded thumb rubbing circles around your clit, the other hand landing on your nipples, twisting them while pumping into you, it’s all too much that it makes you sob and beg for him.
“Cream my cock, let me ruin you completely, darlin’” It’s all the confirmation you need as your orgasm builds and washes through you, body exploding with pleasure, spreading through your skin as you scream out his name.
Your pussy squeezes and pulses around his cock, and he fucking knows, he won’t last, not in the slightest. “S-shit, sweet thing, gonna make me cum with all those filthy noises.”
“Want that, honey, hmm? Wanna be filled with my cum? Show everybody in this town who owns ya? Owns this tight lil’ cunt?” He feels it, that pure hunger for you over taking him, coarse voice, dark eyes, like a man possessed. His fingers dig further into your skin as he desperately chases his orgasm, enjoying the sloppy sounds your pussy makes as he drives into you.
“P-please, Stevie, n-need your cum,” you weakly hum. And it fucking breaks him. Hips losing all rhythm when he spills his warm load into you, twitching inside of you once he pumps you full of his cum.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sunshine,” he breathes, collapsing on your back, both of you trying to come down from the high. He slips free of you slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs, making him grin proudly.
“S-steve,” you weakly murmur, collapsing in his arms. He holds you down, slight kisses left on your back, delicate in a way you have never seen him before. Yet, the two of you don’t mention it, “let me take you home,” he mutters, a gentle hold on you that makes you feel warm.
“N-no.”
“No?” Intrigued, his breath gets caught in his throat, the look you give him is so sultry that the blood rushes to his cock in an instant again. Fucking fuck, what have you done to him.
“We still haven’t followed the rules,” you purr sweetly, causing him to raise his brows in excitement, tempting him further and further.
“The rule was wear the hat, ride the cowboy, wasn’t it?” You question with a slight grin, eyes lulled, still fucked out.
Your fingertips gently grazed against his chest, hairy and slicked with sweat, his sudden dominance fading when you were so quick to switch from begging to cum underneath him to gaining that flirty, giddy personality again. Already leaving him a mess. “Y-yeah,” he murmured, watching you hungrily, his cock already weeping again.
“Then, sit down and lemme take care of you, cowboy,” you ordered again, shuddering breaths leaving him in an instant.
Now you were going to ruin him.
Fully.
Completely.
And Steve couldn’t be more infatuated. You were truly his demise.
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cowboy!rafe and farmer’s daughter!reader who are completely smitten by each other when he’s first introduced as the new help by reader’s father. cowboy!rafe who parades around without a shirt, knowing she’s probably lurking nearby. farmer’s daughter!reader who brings rafe snacks throughout the day as an excuse to talk to him so her father doesn’t suspect anything. cowboy!rafe who picks flowers and leaves them in random spots where he knows reader hangs out at. “i got your sunflower today.” she’d walk past him. “did you get the daisies too?” rafe couldn’t help the smile from forming on his lips when she’d turn around and they’d be tucked in her hair. cowboy!rafe and farmer’s daughter!reader who exchange looks across the dinner table while reader’s dad rambled on about various topics.
farmer’s daughter!reader sneaking out to the back house where rafe stayed at in nothing but a short nightgown while rafe told her all the crazy stories from when he was on the road looking for work. “i can’t believe you fought three guys at once!” she’d be perched over the nightstand, “you’re a very strong man..” it took all of rafe’s willpower not to take her right there, since he was a true gentleman after all. cowboy!rafe who ties bows on reader’s boots per her request, even though he already taught her how to do it herself. farmer’s daughter!reader who offers her help, which he was always quick to turn down. “just sit and look pretty for me, yeah?” he’d smirk when he saw her cheeks turn red. cowboy!rafe and farmer’s daughter!reader who started going on rides in the evening time to watch the sun go down.
cowboy!rafe who’d let reader initiate all their heated makeout sessions since he wanted to make sure she was ready first. “my dad is out of town for the next few days..” reader tried to sound as casual as she could, but really her her heart was doing backflips at the prospect of being utterly alone with the cowboy. “yeah, he told me about that.” she watched as rafe wiped the sweat from his forehead. “yeah..” he laughed at her not-so-subtle way of throwing a hint. “we’ll talk about it.” rafe pecked her cheek. of course later that night she found herself underneath him, his hands pinning her thighs down as he pounded into her. “fuck, i can’t believe we waited this long to do this.”
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Cowboy!Ghost deeply regrets telling Soap years ago that he loves women that will actually just kill him, because now God is punishing him. You are the sweetest, softest, thing. Made for anything but killing. He saw you fall asleep in the pasture once and watched as cows cozied up to you for a nap like overgrown puppies, he couldn't believe you were anything less than an angel.
So it is shocking to him watching you handle a rifle. He is deeply concerned you're going to hurt yourself watching you tug frustratedly at the bolt, not realizing the safety is still on. You're frustrated, upset, he can see that when he takes the rifle and checks it over for something to look at other than your big doe eyes. Still, he sort of wants to see you shoot, just so he can point at something you're bad at as proof he hasn't dreamed you up.
Your hands are clumsy handling the rifle when he gives it back, and the recoil almost knocks you on your ass when you fire, going wide of the cans you must've lined up as targets. He corrects your position, knocks your legs further apart with his foot, adjusts your shoulders(God touching you is like a shot of morphine to his system). He uses your hand to drag the bolt forward and back, ejecting the last cartridge.
When your next two shots aren't any closer to hitting the target he throws caution to the wind and gets behind you, pressing against your back as his arms wrap around you. Fuck, you dont think anyones made you feel as small as he does just now in this moment. His hands go over yours, holding the rifle with you(for you?), his chin resting on your shoulder to try and look down the sight.
"Breathe" he tells you, and you try(how the fuck does he expect you to breathe when he's wrapped around you like this?) His finger squeezes yours on the trigger when you exhale. "Good." He breathes when you hit one of the cans, leaving you to stand back and watch again, "keep doing that."
"Maybe if I had a little motivation," you tell him over your shoulder.
"You want another sucker?" He asks, in a tone that tells you he isn't really asking about candy.
"I hit the target, you let me call you Simon."
"Princess, you hit the tabs off all those cans and you can call me whatever you want, but that's not gonna happen." He regrets it immediately when you grin and drop to one knee, twisting the rifle strap around your arm the same way he's seen Price do a thousand times. He's never been more in love watching you hit every tab off every can. He's also completely unprepared for how hard it makes him watching you handle a rifle so expertly. His angel, who can absolutely kill him.
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