#sweet southern comfort

[ammiemarie]

Meet-and-Greet with Buddy Jewell

At the Mendel Center, Lake Michigan College, Benton Harbor, Michigan on March 26, 2004.

#buddy jewell #nashville star #lake michigan college #lake michigan #lmc #mendel center #2004 #sweet southern comfort #One Step at a Time #I Can Get By #One in a Row #Southwest Michigan #Michigan #Benton Harbor #Saint Joseph #Twin Cities #Summer Jam #97.5 WYTZ #WYTZ

[gildedoak]

Sweet Tea: the staple of nearly every Southern household.

I think this is about to be a WHOLE DANG THING. I blame this brainworm on @notherpuppet and her Bread Pudding comic. Got me all nostalgic for foods from when I was a kid at my grandparents' house.

We all know Al loves jambalaya, so I'm focusing on some other dishes!

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD SERIES Chicken and Waffles Peach Cobbler Hushpuppies Crab Boil Fried Catfish Shrimp and Grits (debating on this one, b/c it came out in the '50's?) Biscuits and Gravy Cornbread Gumbo

Medium: Copic markers, gel pens, colored pencil

Image Description below the cut!

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: a 6-panel Radioapple comic

Panel 1: Lucifer crouches by the kitchen counter, watching Alastor serve up a glass of amber liquid out of a large glass beverage dispenser. Lucifer: Whatcha makin'? Alastor: It's sweet tea.

Panel 2: Lucifer frowns, standing up straighter. L: But you don't like sweets. (aside: Sus...) A: (offers Lucifer the glass) Correct. This is for the hotel lobby. Taste test this for me?

Panel 3: Lucifer downs the whole glass in one go without hesitating. "Bottoms up!" reads the background with little cartoon stars.

Panel 4: Lucifer freezes, his brain buffering. A: Does it need more sugar?

Panel 5: Lucifer looks up at him, serious as can be, with little pink bubbles and golden Satanic-cross sparkles floating around him. L: Marry me. A: (recoils, hissing) NO.

Panel 6: End! (there's a small sketch of a full glass of sweet tea with a straw.)

END DESCRIPTION]

#my art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #radioapple #appleradio #morningradio #duckiedeer #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #southern comfort food #lucifer x alastor #Southern sweet tea #traditional art #hazbin hotel comic #comic art

[antikristrecipes]

Espresso Bourbon Bread Pudding

#espresso #broubon #bread #pudding #food #food porn #recipes #sweets #desserts #fav #southern #comfort #southern comfort

[bakugosbratx]

I’m just thinking of Katsuki visiting your hometown and how different it is from Japan. Especially if you live in the south. This man has probably never seen a cornfield in his life.

#he would roast my accent #and I’m convinced he hates southern comfort food lmao #he vomits when you make him sip sweet tea #and cornbread is too dry for him #if country music is playing he says to turn that stupid shit off lmao #bakugo drabble #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bakugo katsuki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[freudianslumber]

Just came back from my first trip ever to Graceland. We stayed at the Guest House, there were live bands playing Elvis songs in the lobby in the evenings, and people spontaneously broke into dances. Some of them were Canadians. The atmosphere was wonderful.

I was not surprised that Elvis music was on 24/7 in the restaurants at the Guest House. But I did not expect to catch Elvis and related songs many times randomly on country music radio when we were driving our rental car from Arkansas. I used to listen to country radio years ago but had never heard Elvis on it. Maybe it's because my ears are more attuned to Elvis and related music now that I've been a fan for a few years, but more likely Elvis has always been present on classic country music radio stations (I realize that I was following "New Country" stations before). Anyway, this was definitely a nice discovery! Here are all the Elvis and related music I heard on FM98.1 The Hog while driving between Memphis and Little Rock:

My Way (live)

Funny How Time Slips Away

All Shook Up

Other Elvis-related songs:

Walking in Memphis -- Marc Cohn, Grammy winning song mentioning both Elvis and Graceland

T.R.O.U.B.L.E. -- Travis Tritt, this is a popular country music cover of the Elvis song

Sweet Southern Comfort -- Buddy Jewell, this song has the chorus: Muddy water, Misssissippi, blessed Graceland whispers to me. Carry on, Carry on, sweet Southern Comfort carry on.

I think it's really neat that classic country stations have been showing appreciation for the King of Rock n' Roll, even if songs like "My Way" and "All Shook Up" do not sound like typical or traditional country songs.

#land of my dreams #Graceland #Elvis forever #Spring Break #Graceland Guest House #classic country radio #sweet Southern Comfort is probably a good way of describing the style of Graceland

[redgentleengie]

Your Muse as a Tea

Tagged by: @melachronics Tagging: you!

#//playtime: dash games #(some proper southern sweet tea; literally supersaturated with sugar but as comforting and refreshing as it is 'unhealthy')

[redjennies]

FCG and Imogen in the red storm more like Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sweets?

#i have been saving this joke for SO LONG #i keep going back and forth on whether sweeties or sweets works better #but im still very proud of this one #joke tag #cr spoilers #southern comfort

[happi-meals]

Southern as Southern can get!!

My mom made this meal before we went to go see a movie. Aside from the cornbread being a lil dry, it was all quite delicious. As per usual (my mama can cook!).

She made boiled cabbage with turkey legs, beans (I'll have to ask which kind), also with turkey legs and peppers; candy yams, white rice, steamed okra, sweet corn, cornbread, and a fresh garden salad (which we forgot to eat that meal lol. I ate mines in a leftoever plate that night).

(The plate I had for later. Italian style dressing on the salad really completed it all!).

The amount of vegetables in this meal reminds me of how rich Southern food culture is (not just full of fried food and animal products), and how easily this whole meal can be veganized for days in the week I plan to eat only "green". I'll def have to learn more homecooking recipes to inherent from my mom and learn more about the history of Southern Black food culture to inform my feelings when I eat such "soul food".

The only downside to such a great meal like this is the gas it gave me later. Goodness gracious I felt like a fart-factory LMFAO. Putrid sulfur gas smelled like deviled eggs if they could possess a skunk. But it was partially my fault for not drinking enough water with such a fibrous meal, also I'm too sedentary for my own good fr lol.

But[t]... I beat the bloat blunder with a healthy bowel movement eventually as such a fiber-full, protein dense meal will keep anyone regular! Thats what I liked about this meal alongside the ethnic pride it gave me eating my geography! Its flavorful and healthy. Its Southern and its seasonal. Its so much of what I like about where and who I come from and being who I am.

Thanks, mama! ♥️

#southern cooking #southern comfort #my meals #okra #cornbread #dinner #meat #cabbage #corn #yams #sweet potatoes #beans #white rice #rice #southern #black culture

[nastycute]

Side Dish - Southern Comfort Sweet Potatoes

Canned sweet potatoes are mixed with orange juice, cinnamon, and Southern Comfort liqueur, and topped with a pecan and brown sugar crust.

#sweet potatoes #potatoes #dish #southern comfort #southern comfort sweet potatoes #vegetable dish #consistency

[whitneytai]

Recipe for Southern Comfort Sweet Potatoes Canned sweet potatoes are mixed with orange juice, cinnamon, and Southern Comfort liqueur, and topped with a pecan and brown sugar crust.

#dish #pumpkin pie #yams #southern comfort sweet potatoes #consistency #southern comfort #dessert

[whereisyourline]

Southern Comfort Sweet Potatoes Canned sweet potatoes are mixed with orange juice, cinnamon, and Southern Comfort liqueur, and topped with a pecan and brown sugar crust.

#southern comfort #potatoes #sweet potatoes #vegetable dish #consistency #southern comfort sweet potatoes #pumpkin pie

[saiyanprincess90]

Southern Comfort Sweet Potatoes A pecan and brown sugar crust is placed on top of canned sweet potatoes that have been combined with orange juice, cinnamon, and Southern Comfort liqueur. 1/2 cup chopped pecans, 1/4 teaspoon salt, 1/4 cup orange juice, 1/2 cup light brown sugar, 1/2 cup Southern Comfort liqueur, 2 cans sweet potatoes drained, 1/2 cup butter softened, 3 eggs beaten, 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

#southern comfort #vegetable dish #consistency #pumpkin pie #southern comfort sweet potatoes #potatoes #yams

[gildedoak]

After Lucifer’s multiple requests for pancakes, Alastor finally made chicken and waffles as an attempt at a truce.

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD SERIES Sweet Tea Peach Cobbler Hushpuppies Crab Boil Fried Catfish Shrimp and Grits (debating on this one, b/c it came out in the '50's?) Biscuits and Gravy Cornbread Gumbo

[Image description: Lucifer flings himself into Alastor with a giddy hug, nearly knocking him over. Alastor is starting to transform, as he holds a slotted spoon in one hand and a plate of hot chicken and waffles in the other.

Alastor: If you make me drop this, I WILL THROW YOU INTO THE DEEP FRYER!!

End image description]

#my art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #radioapple #morningradio #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x alastor #fanart #hazbin hotel fanart #southern comfort food #chicken and waffles

[wandasfifthwife]

masterlist | I got a bad idea series

southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader

summary: you’re visiting your grandparents’ farm because they wished for everyone to come together again after five years. your grandma decides to invite others like their neighbors—an older married couple who’s been a family friend for years—to their big get together as well. the morning after the event you find yourself waking up in their bed with no memory of the day before.

tw: married!wandanat, age gap (w&n are 30, r is 23), small hurt/comfort, r gets injured (minor), there will be smut MDNI (w&n top, r bottom), alcohol consumption mentioned (by r, w, and n), no description on reader besides that r uses she/her pronouns and has a v&breasts, r falls first but they fall HARDER, poly relationship, light angst with happy ending!!

a/n: each individual chapter will have its own trigger warnings. If you would like to be on the taglist, comment :)

MASTERLIST

* = suggestive content

*** = smut 18+ MDNI

main story | completed

(1) a classic get-together

(2) the curse of living in a small town

(3) take me dancing *

(4) sweet thing

(5) a bad decision ***

(6) said that we were done but you’re all up on me *****

(7) please, let me stay *

random snippets

family dinner *

early mornings ***

random

this series’s playlist *

series’ mood board

#wandanat x reader #wanda x natasha x reader #wandanat #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x fem!reader #wanda x you #dom wanda #top wanda #natasha romanov x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x fem!reader #I got a bad idea series #southern!wanda #southern!natasha #bottom!reader #sub!reader #natasha x fem!reader smut #wanda x reader smut #Wanda x fem!reader smut #wanda x natasha #natasha x reader smut #natasha x you #natasha x wanda

[festus-eats-tabasco]

Let’s talk more about accents in the Riordanverse!

• Percy with rounded New York vowels and that quick run-together way of saying his sentences. Percy with an accent you can’t quite place until he orders some coffee or water.

• Annabeth with a Virginia drawl and long vowels that don’t quite go away, even after years on Long Island Sound. Annabeth, who will randomly spit out phrases like “nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs”, whose cup always fills with sweet tea in the mess hall/

• Carter with a fairly standard American accent until he pronounces a word so bizarrely it’s clear he must have learned it halfway across the globe. Carter, who gets slightly antsy in the same place for too long and goes to language classes at night just for an excuse to practice.

• Sadie with a London accent that’s begun to fade after years in Brooklyn House, who accidentally says “cheers” when people hold the door for her. Sadie, who skips over her t’s and who drops consonants and, like Carter, isn’t exactly sure where her home is.

• Magnus and Alex with strong Boston accents and nasally a’s that Hearth is glad he can’t hear. Magnus, whose accent gets stronger in battle, who intentionally leans into it when he’s on the West Coast. Alex, who makes people guess where she’s from and tells them something different every time, who argues with Magnus over whose accent is stronger.

• Jason Grace with languid California vowels, who drops the end of every word when he’s relaxed and over-enunciates when he’s in charge. Jason, whose accent is only present when he’s comfortable.

• Leo Valdez with a Texan accent to boot and quick clipping consonants, whose accent sounds nearly the same as Annabeth’s to the untrained ear, but insists that they’re completely different every time someone brings it up.

• Hazel Levesque with a thick New Orleans accent, whose vocabulary is peppered with French and old-fashioned phrases and the occasional Southern saying. Hazel, who sticks to Deep South manners (and passive-aggression, when necessary), who orders in French when she goes to a bakery and watched old black-and-white movies when she feels homesick.

• Frank, who sounds American except for when he says “sorry”, who speaks a bit of Canadian French (which Hazel hates, because she can’t understand it), and gets teased every time he says “about”.

• Piper with a slight valley-girl sound that she’s worked hard to get rid of, but tends to slip into when she’s tired or angry. Piper, whose voice becomes sweet and soothing in charmspeak, who understands every fluctuation and intonation and how to use them to her advantage.

• Nico di Angelo with a seemingly standard American accent, until you pick up on the odd transatlantic pronunciation or Italian rolled “r”. Nico with an arsenal of phrases so jumbled and eclectic that people do a double take when he talks.

Just. Yeah. Riordanverse accents.

#percy jackson #pjo #rick riordan #heroes of olympus #riordanverse #Annabeth chase #Carter Kane #Sadie Kane #Magnus chase #Alex fierro #jason grace #leo Valdez #hazel levesque #Frank zhang #piper mclean #nico di angelo

[kafkasmuses]

lace garters

words : 3,903

tags : 18+!!! mdni! escorts , sex work , reader ! sex worker , vaginal sex , finger fucking , finger sucking , porn with feelings , brothels , oral sex , save a horse ride a whattt

p.s : this is also posted on my ao3!! ( divider by siren4u & gif by drewstarkrs )

billy was a virgin, surprisingly, he didn’t have time for a girlfriend, and the quick fucks from the escorts never enticed him much. many offered, when he would stop quick at towns for a simple beer or to take care of things— he would typically get stopped by the escorts dressed in their gorgeous silks, tight corsets, and sleeves that fall off their shoulders so easily it has your fingers itching with desire to fix it. it would make even the most sane man turn mad, and somehow billy never allowed himself to fall for it. 

not until now, an escort stops him before he walks in a bar, “how old are you, dear?” 

“19, ‘bout to turn 20,” his voice is smooth and sweet, southern drawl sweeping out with ease. 

the girl hums out, tipping out of the way to allow his eyes to another girl standing far behind her, you, “you’re too young for me, dear, you should talk to her. she can show you a good time.”

typically billy would say no, offer a few coins for their efforts and simply walk into the bar like nobody had offered. but something was different when his eyes fell on you, you weren’t like the other escorts, quick to talk to the men and get some money for the events that take within the confines of the motel walls. you were rather looking off in the distance, your position more reserved rather than comfortable. it had him wanting to know more. 

to be fair, billy was bored these days, all he did was travel and go from town to town, never leaving a mark on those behind. other than his wanted posters, which by the way, had an awful drawing on it. how the hell was he ever supposed to get a girlfriend with drawings like that made about him? each step is slow, calculated, as he moves over to you. he notices that mid way, your attention seems forced away from him. 

are you afraid of him? he tips his head in your peripheral, easily looming over you, “darling.” 

your eyes snap to him almost immediately, widening as if you didn’t think it would truly be him, yet you mumble out a, “honey.” 

“lady over there told me to talk to you,” his head tips up, blue eyes piercing into you, even through the deepest of the night. 

“i don’t want trouble,” you finally turn to him, the smell of musk and gunsmoke filling your nose as he bites through the toothpick in his mouth, “i hear you’re wanted.” 

“wanted, but not trouble,” he corrects, smirk tugging at his right lip, “you don’t gotta tell anyone.” 

“wasn’t plannin’ on it,” your voice is so sweet, it nearly has him doubling over. you’re teasing him, clearly, but billy has never backed down to a challenge once in his life, he can bet on that. 

his eyebrow twitches upright slightly, “how much for thirty minutes, beautiful?” 

“you can satisfy me in thirty minutes?” you tease, smile widening at your own joke. 

his head cocks to the side, and he can’t help the way he licks his lips, cockiness coursing through his veins, “i probably could in ten.” 

you can’t help the way your flesh feels like rubber over molten, cheeks flaring to a new maroon that you hadn’t expected. your eyes dare to match his, the lust unsheathed in the teal of his eyes, “thirty will be just a few coins.” 

his hand moves to your jaw, tipping your head up further to look at him with ease, now you have no choice of looking away, “you don’t think i can in ten?” 

“i doubt it,” your skin is hot underneath his touch, despite your bold demeanor. 

“we’ll see.” 

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

the motel carried the same smell as it always did, the mix of mustiness, smoke from cigars, and whiskey. billy’s gut churned as you led him to the room that you always rented, surely, he was cocky at first— then he began to worry if he would even be good enough. he was a virgin, after all, and he’s sure you’d been with mostly experienced men. he doesn’t say anything once the door opens, seemingly every worry dissipates as you look back at him with a different look, your lashes flutter over your eyes with ease, the look is more seductive, siren like. 

if you were a siren, consider him the sailors in those tales, lost in the tides and addicted to the song that oozed out your vocals.

he allows you to guide him to the bed, sitting him down on the thin, firm mattress with your hands lingering on his shoulders, “what would you like me to do?” 

“i’d like for you,” he trails off, eyes tracing down your body, “to get on your knees.”

your hands leave his shoulders as you ever so slowly kneel down, every movement is well thought out, calculated, your body flowing in the most seductive ways. despite your lowered body, your eyes still remained up at him, the sudden doe look in your eyes making his legs spread ever so slightly. his hand is gentle when it touches your cheek again, pinky lining underneath your jawline as his thumb threatens against your lips. 

it’s dangerous, the way you look at him, like your gun is being drawn to him with your finger teasing the trigger. 

“and?” you add, his thumb teasing your now open lips. he tried not to flinch when your mouth encased his thumb, the warmth wetness of your mouth enveloping the skin. he finds himself unable to speak, unable to wonder whatever he wants— he wants to be stuck in this moment forever, it was greater than any other treasure he had come across. you were so good at your job, it made him want to know the lengths of your skills. 

“suck me off,” he finally speaks, gentle to remove his thumb from your mouth. 

it was a statement that you were used to, the firm tone, the expectation to get to it immediately— yet you are somehow surprised when it comes from him, it’s less firm, not like a demand but rather an offer, and there wasn’t a feeling of being rushed. for a man who seemingly had no time for women, he surely had a way to talk to them, to be gentler with them, unlike the other men. it was always cowboys who had the better ways of treating women, respectful with every word, or touch. his eyes are heavy on you, the curtains of your eyelashes blinking up to him, your lips tinted a sweet rouge due to a patted on lipstick, and he finds himself pushing his thumb across your lips, smudging the burgundy ever so slightly. 

your hands smooth over the fabric of his pants, fingertips teasing the leather of his belt which accompanied his gun holster as you palmed him through his slacks. the touch of the leather was rich, sturdy and every loop was clean cut, rather than loose and falling apart like many belts you had undone before. you hear him groan as your hand gently pushes against his clothed cock, his back stiffening ever so slightly as a chill runs up it. 

he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly as you undo his belt, your fingertips threateningly close to his gun holster as you pull the leather from the metal to loosen it. a chuckle vibrates from his chest, voice lower than usual, “careful, princess.” 

he lifts his hips as you tug down his pants, boxers following soon after to slip down to his ankles with ease. a hiss escapes him as soon as his hard dick is released to the cold air, with the opposing blow of your warm air on his tip. he was already so hard, as if he had been aching for a day like this. his hand moves to wrap around his base, hips scooting closer ever so slightly. 

“open,” his voice is husky, yet velvety, like the thorn of a rose to the petals. 

you’re quick to allow your jaw to fall slack, tongue smoothing out past the burgundy that coats your lips, as if you expected his next command. he taps his tip against your tongue, biting back the groan that thunders inside his every limb at the feeling of the warm, wet muscle. he allows you to take the lead, your tongue following the underside of his dick, memorizing each vein. when you reach his tip, you press a few sloppy kisses to it that has his breathing roughen, allowing you to open your mouth once more and take his length inside. 

he sucks in a deep breath, a hoarse groan escaping past his lips when he exhales, allowing his teeth clench on the thin wooden toothpick that still remained in his mouth. his head tips back when you hollow your cheeks only mere seconds into sucking him off, his hat slipping off his head and falling onto the plush of the bedsheets. 

his breath becomes ragged with the more you bob your head, allowing the tip to reach the back of your mouth, to the throat. his free hand moves to pass through your hairline, gripping at the beginning of your hair, even through your updo, loosening the tightening of the strands. the muscle in his arms flex underneath his short-sleeved button up, veins popping out every time you reach the base. 

“good girl,” he breathes out, the whimper that vibrates around his cock making his release come quicker than expected, hand bunching up your hair as he has to move you back, off his dick to stop his orgasm. he heaves, noticing the way strips of saliva connect your mouth to his dick. he moves his hand from your hair down to your lips, watching the way your mouth instinctively opens then closes around his fingers, sucking them in with pure ease. 

he allows you to wet them with your saliva until he pulls them out and mumbles a soft, “come.” 

he helps you up onto his lap, the metal of his gun is a cooling sensation on his heated skin as he moves back, reaching under to toss his gun elsewhere. he had his guard down now, despite the large bounties on his head, he was too focused on you, and giving you the pleasure that you deserved. as you straddle him, his fingers dared to touch the bottom of your dress, threatening to raise, “may i?” 

your eyes are tantalizing when they meet his, like the threatens of the deepest lust lie within them, and billy is willing to dive in, “you may.” 

his hair is messy now, like he never took off that damn hat, and when he did— he didn’t bother to fix the hair underneath.

every movement is careful, meant to be more meaningful than a quick fuck, he raises your skirt until his eyes catch on to a white lace garter that’s propped around your upper thigh. so sweet, the purposeful placement of it all, it’s like a prize for whoever gets to raise your skirt. as you sit on his lap, your arms rest on his shoulders, a hand threatening the skin on the back of his neck as his hands move back around your waist, through the silk of the corset to the strings that hold it together on the back. his eyes are stuck onto you as his fingers begin to tug at the tie of the strings, they were in a harsh knot, but billy always knew his way around things. 

kissing clients was typically a line many of the women wouldn’t dare to cross, sometimes not even you, but the way his eyes kept tipping down to your lips had you threateningly close to the now faded line. as the laces of your corset loosen, your head tips down to where your lips barely brush him, you can smell the mint already before even getting a chance. your lips move to close around the toothpick that he kept in his mouth, moving to spit it out and he was quick to chase your lips. as soon as you had spit out the toothpick, his lips finally pressed against yours, allowing your freshly manicured hands to curl through his brunette hair. 

the fresh smell of your rose and jasmine was quick to his nose as he inhaled you up close, tongue teasing against your lower lip ever so carefully. there was a certain thirst that billy found himself feeling as he moves to spread your mouth open with his own, allowing your tongues to both clash, the mix of spit and remnants of mint and a cigarette becoming prominent to the taste. he wanted to drink every word from your lips, to suck in your siren song like his life depended on it. 

when your hips bucked up against him, needy to feel a form of friction, it had encouraged him to finally free you from the confines of your corset. your lips part when he breaks the kiss, his lips trailing kisses down to your jaw, throughout until he meets your neck, the softness of his kisses making it feel as though doves were flying through the confines of your body. when his lips begin to move to suck on the delicate skin, you hiss, “dear, dear, you can’t leave marks.” 

“your rules or brothel rules?” he murmurs against your skin, moving to toss away your corset onto the floor. 

“brothel rules,” you hush out, and you feel his lips curl onto your neck. 

“then ‘m gonna leave as many marks as i want,” he falls back into your skin, lips taking in the skin between his teeth as he moved to mark you as his own. the desire to have a prostitute as your own was a dangerous game, but billy had been a part of many dangerous games before, and now he was pulling all his money in with the unluckiest of cards— yet he still finds himself with the pride of feeling he will win. his lips pause at one of the pulse points on your neck, noticing how your heat beat quickens, and flutters, was this typical? 

he wasn’t sure, but he finds himself praying it’s a good thing. he chuckles as your hands are desperate to unbutton his shirt, pushing each wooden button through the loops with ease, you had done this a million times before, this is the only time your heart is thumping in your chest when you do, though. he moves his hand down to take a hold of one of your wrists, “easy, girl, easy.” 

“you said ten minutes,” you remind him, smile dripping on your lips. 

“mm, i want longer than that,” he helps you unbutton the last few before taking off his shirt, noticing how your eyes trail down his figure. 

“just sayin’ that because you can’t make me cum,” you break into a soft laugh against him, and he can’t help the way a small smile curves his lips as he takes off the dress that you were wearing. your body is alike to the statues you could only dream of seeing in those beautiful stories about gods and women who ruled. women who were worshipped, even as billy knew you for mere minutes, he found himself wanting to kneel at your altar, to worship the ground you walk on. to make you cum would mean more than he imagined at first, he wanted to be that man, to pleasure you in ways others haven’t. 

his fingers slip underneath the hem of your panties, immediately exposed to the wetness underneath as it coats his fingers, “can’t make you cum yet you’re so wet for me, hm?” 

you bite your lip, allowing your hips to sway against his fingers as pleasure envelopes your every thought almost immediately. though billy wasn’t quite sure about what exactly to do, he had heard the other cowboys speak of this, and he hoped it delivered as much pleasure as they said when he dips a finger inside of you. you’re loose around him, wet, yet sucking him in so easily. he’s quick to add another, finding his rhythm almost immediately and getting cocky with it. he dares to let his thumb tease the edges of your clit, as if he didn’t know it was there and he was merely looking for somewhere to place it. 

he notices the way your nails dig in to his scalp, biting your tongue so hard that crimson may bleed from it with ease. 

billy had kissed many women, been on the brink of sex, and yet none have reacted the ways in which you do. they were quick to show how they react, every emotion not blanketed behind a curtain of embarrassment but now, despite it being your job to over exaggerate the pleasure, you found yourself shy to make noise. he moves to allow another finger to push inside of you, the pink velvet of your insides encasing his fingers with ease. he hears you gasp when his fingers threaten to curl, and he allows himself another smile. his thumb moves to your clit again, and that’s when your grip becomes lethal, biting your lip no longer becoming a guard for your moans. 

“please,” you mumble out, whimpering. 

“please what, princess?” you’re putty in his hands, and he’s kneading you with ease. 

“i.. i need you,” you moan out, to be saying this to a wanted man, one who has killed, and committed theft, as well as escaped from prison— it was something you swore to never do. yet you were having sex with him and his touch felt so gentle it was as if it never happened, how could a man so dangerous be so kind? you feel a vein pulse from his neck as he finally pulls his fingers out, his eyes following yours as he moves his hand up to his mouth, allowing his fingers to move in between his lips and the taste of you to savor his tastebuds.

your pupils dilate at the sight of him tasting you, skin warming before you can even realize that you’re moving to take his fingers out, replacing them with your tongue as your mouth presses against his again. his hand falls on your waist, other hand guiding his dick to your cunt as he deepens the kiss to feel you moan against his mouth. your tongues fight for dominance, each movement a hunger of it’s own but yours falls submissive as soon as his dick slides into you with ease. your velvet is tighter around him than he expected, and he feels the vibrations of your whines against his tongue, mumbling a small, “you’re so big—“ against his lips. 

once you reach his base, you pull away from his lips, a mere string of saliva connecting you both like a lifeline. 

now you have the lead to take, your lips connecting with his neck to leave marks on him, you wonder how the other cowboys will react as your hips start swaying on his dick, riding him with ease. will they laugh at him for all the prominent hickeys? there’s no way he could hide it, you’ve heard billy had girlfriends all around in many different towns and parts of the state, what if he went back to them and they saw all the marks? it would trace back to you, you’re sure of it, but something about that fills you with a sense of pride rather than fear. you’ve always adored the outlaws, even though you were raised to be a good christian woman, a good girl. the outlaws were always the sweet talkers, as you were told from the other girls at the brothel. you were told stories about how well they treated the women, their touch being better than most the regulars, their words so dirty you’d only dream of being told it until you had finally heard it. 

now you found yourself in love with the idea of trouble, as you wrap yourself in the silks of his touch and the pleasure he gave you. his head tilts back to allow you more access to the free canvas of his neck, his hand raises, then immediately smacks onto the flesh of your ass. the slap tore a cry from your throat, into the skin that coats his neck, and a plain redness forms around the mark of his hand, branding you. 

somehow, this was more intimate than your previous affairs, even despite the roughness of the sex. it felt like a wild play of ballet, an opera you would only dream of seeing, the gracefulness of each movement and the sweetness that drips like honey off each sound, even the sounds of skin slapping as you ride him. you taste the bitterness of his cologne as you reach the sides of his neck, sucking the pale skin with a need to create marks that last. he’s fascinated by your every movement, if this truly was a ballet, he would find himself in the crowd, watching the dancer move with such purity even during such a lewd act. 

you felt yourself curl as your orgasm builds again, and it seems he is too in the way his hips begin to rock. every movement feels like being coated in molasses, trying to swim through it, the orgasms scorching through your inner thighs to your core until it wracks your body, hitting you harder than it had any other time. you don’t know what it was about him, but you were quick to flutter around him, and that had him pulling out, stroking himself for mere seconds until white stripes fall in messy streaks across your skin. 

he pulls you closer when your lips move so your head tilts onto his shoulder, both of your guys’ chests heaving as if you had just been working out, as if you were running towards danger and felt the warmth of it’s embrace reel you in. it was billy’s arms, his eyes closing for a mere second before they open again, “thought i couldn’t make you cum.” 

you hate the way you smile so easily at anything he says, the way you melt into his touch, the way even though you were merely a one night stand it felt like you wanted this to be an eternity, you wanted him to be a regular. 

“mm, i faked it,” you say with a smile, so clearly a lie. 

you move so he slips out of you, your cunt clamping around nothing as it missed the feeling of him inside of you. soon, you reassure yourself as you stand, convinced he will be returning. poor, poor girl, you were just another victim of the sweet talkers with pretty faces. it worsens as your legs become jelly, and he’s quick to stand, hands fastening to your waist and holding it to keep you balanced. his chuckle turns to a laugh, a deep, hearty laugh, “you sure, doll?” 

you roll your eyes, pressing a kiss to his cheek, somehow your lipstick remained and it kept the mark staining his cheek as you left your kiss there. then you moved, taking your clothes and putting them on, “goodnight, billy.” 

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