i need more tiny!max and/or giant!david god

🎲 #43 : A bloody kiss

this was my take on this and tbh im LOVING the dynamic and NEED to put these photos here. i have created a monster and may even need to make a r persona based on this alone so....

“Are you actually fuckin’ insane darlin’?? Billy rushedly chased after you as you ran away from the encampment the gang stayed at.

“It was insane that Bob Olinger had the fucking gall to shit talk you behind your fucking back in front of the other, that’s what’s insane Billy!” You kept moving away, your bruised fist tightening as you rushed to get to your horse, Lilac. You desperately needed a break from the gang and the bitchiness of the men. 

It was no question they envied Billy. He was young, strong, and most importantly, famous. Each and every one of those vain boys that called themselves men hated that Billy the Kid was famous for going around the West, killing and committing crime. They hated that they had every privilege, all the work, all the women they could ever want because they could use the Kid’s name.

You hated all of it. It was no secret that you and Billy were close and that even Jesse and Billy were close yet those two-timing assholes had the fucking nerve to belittle Billy behind his back.

You lived by the saying, “If he ain’t facing front, don’t shoot.”

Of course, only in relation to those who aren’t trying to kill you. Which is how you found yourself tussling with Olinger after you heard him talk about Billy.

“Tch, that fucking Kid is useless. All he does is use his name and bat his pretty fucking eyelashes at Jesse and gets what he wants. Good for nothing, goody fucking two shoes. When has his morals ever fucking saved us? Hmm. Never, that's when. Ha! And he’s got that Angel whore o’his. Loser, I’d gamble his self righteousness takes her faci-”

At first you had tried to ignore him, his whiskey induced banter nothing more than bravado. But, the second he mentioned anything about Billy taking advantage of things he didn’t even know he had? He was done for, you had stood up at that, shooting down the rest of the alcohol in your glass as you started walking over to the son of a bitch. Then, he had the audacity to imply that you and Billy had been fucking? That was the final straw. 

You were sure that from across the room, Billy saw you stalking up to the man, unsure of what he was saying. But the surprise he felt when you tapped his shoulder all pretty and pouty only to throw a killer right hook straight to his nose was immense. Everyone shot up from their various positions as Olinger tried to swing at you only for you to duck quickly and deliver a deliciously savage upper cut.

You and Olinger really went at it, Billy, Jesse, and Pat (the three men you were the closest with) rushing to calm you down and get you away from Olinger. Once he knocked you down, there was no stop to his kicks which broke your nose. 

“Just give up now, you little whore bitch.”

You chuckle, kicking him in the crotch before jumping up and pushing him down into the table behind him. The wood splintered underneath him, the other boys going to his near unconscious body. You spit on the ground –as per petty cowboy tradition– and run out of the building shaking off Billy who had managed to get a hold of you.

Which is how you found yourself rushing to the horses to get away from all of it. You brush the blood dripping down your face with your equally bloody nose, grunting in pain.

“Shit Angel, that looks really bad.”

“‘M fine Billy, just get out of here.”

Billy grabs your arm, gently so as to not injure you further, and spins you to face him. In the moonlight, your skin would look luminous like that of a gods. But now, all Billy could see were the purplish bruises that were beginning to form on your skin and the dirty red blood dripping down your face. Billy brings his other hand to cup your face as his other rubs up your arms to your shoulder in a firm grip to make sure you don’t run away.

“No can do darlin’, you were fighting f’my honor, weren’t ya?”

You huff, “‘s what if I was? Nothin’ you coulda done to stop me. He was belittling you behind your fucking back. You know I hate that.”

Billy smiles, the fire within you still bursting with life, something he couldn’t have been more thankful for. There was a reason he let people talk smack about him. He didn’t give a shit what people said about him. But his girl? He heard Olinger calling you a whore, belittling your skill, tenacity, prowess, and power. That? Billy wouldn’t stand for it. Only, you beat him to the punch, literally.

“He was also talking about you, y’know baby. If I had heard that, I’d be in the exact same position as you now. Except, I’d prolly would have only been able to have done half the damage you did.”

You chuckle at that, Billy really had a way of making you feel better.

Billy, whips out a handkerchief, probably one he snatched off one of the many women inside. He lightly dabs it on the spots with blood, gently and carefully.

The delicateness of the moment nearly brought you to tears. One of the strongest men you knew with pistol-calloused hands, a tired but hard working body, and a tortured soul so careful and gentle with you.

You hold onto Billy's wrists, pushing yourself up onto the tips of your boots. Carefully, Billy brings his arm to your waist, hoisting you up impossibly closer, meeting your blood stained lips to his. Your hand shoots out, grasping his curls in your aching hands.

“Billy…”

“Angel?” He looks down at you, his ocean filled eyes twinkling with a passion and luster.

“Kiss me again, won’t cha?”