billy eating pussy… suffocating himself basically……. Having to literally pull him away (the same way you pull a kitten away by their scruff LMAO) so he doesn’t forget that he needs to breathe………. Lord help me
PULL A KITTEN AWAY BY THEIR SCRUFF
"Billy," you gasp out as his tongue licks into you, and he presses his face to your cunt. Like he's trying to breathe you in completely, so you take up every one of his senses.
He's moaning just as much as you are, his fingers gripped tightly to your thighs. His nose smushed against you, it feels so good, but you don't know how he could be enjoying it as much as he seems to be.
You let him continue for a few more moments before your conscious gets the best of you and you grip harder to his hair at the back of his head and tug his head back.
His nose, mouth, and chin soaked with you, his lips parted and red. Breathing panting and eyes yearning.
"What is it?" He whispers, like he's worried he's hurt you. It makes you laugh.
He cracks a smile too, then prods on, "what's wrong?"
"You are going to suffocate," you tell him, smoothing his hair back.
Billy all but rolls his eyes and leans his face back between your legs, "gladly will."
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billy literally will be in bed with you and when you complain about needing to get up to piss, he just groggily tells you to piss in the bed with him
okay this did give me a different thought that is similar but not the same and I will post that separately but HERE
mdni; tw piss
Billy has a tight hold on you, his chest to your back in his bed. He hasn't fallen asleep yet, but he's close to fully drifting off when you try to pry his arm off of you, which only makes him tighten it. "Don't leave right now," he mumbles, pressing his face further to your neck, his breath soft to your skin.
"Billy, I need to pee." And you hear him grumble, shifting behind you as he wraps himself even tighter to your body. "just go right here, 's okay. no leavin'," he mutters, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder. You mull it over in your head a few times and he sighs, "'s okay, piss right here, honey," and he doesn't need to mention it again because the pressure is too much and Billy's arms are too warm, too comfortable.
His leg is between yours, so the moment you begin relieving yourself, the liquid soaks to his thigh and he instinctively presses his thigh up between your thighs until you've finished, your body relaxing more into him. Billy lets out a breath, "mmm, better?" He can't help it either. He's so sleepy, but his hips buck against your ass so you can feel how his dick has hardened. You nod to him to tell him it's better now and press yourself back against him.
He doesn't end up even fucking you, he pushes his underwear down a little and lets his cock nestle between your wet thighs, grinding himself against your skin, mumbling, "wish I waited till I got my....fuck, till I got my dick right here for you to piss," and his words slur from his sleepiness, some of his murmurs are incomprehensible as he lazily fucks your thighs, snaking his hand down to rub your clit until you both come together. And he leaves the mess of his cum and your piss, mumbling something about how he'll clean it tomorrow before he passes out. (he says he loves you before falling asleep)
I've been thinking about pulling billy around by his handkerchief
like a puppy.
this makes me think about modern billy, maybe going to the town fair with him. Maybe's your third or fourth date with him, everything is still feeling really giddy between you two, and he kissed you after your last date, so a lot of this one starts by stealing quick pecks. It gets harder each time too, because he won't stop smiling.
His hand feels more comfortable resting on your lower back, but he easily fits your hand in his once you're walking the grounds of the fair. Billy's the type to let you lead, and it's starting with just hand tugging, or even hooking your fingers into his belt loop to pull him into a line for a ride (which makes him blush and discreetly adjust himself and pray he keeps himself under control long enough to not stand off to the side behind you for a few minutes to calm down, or he'd never live it down).
But maybe he gets distracted by seeing the stars once night has fallen, or the bright lights of the ferris wheel, and you're admiring him, of course. The way his eyes shine in the lights, his skin a little sweaty from the heat, and you tug on his handkerchief that's around his neck to make him face you. Billy leans into it so easily too, just dips his head down, kissing you fully, hands wide against your hips.
Doesn't even question it when you keep your hold on the handkerchief after to pull him to a food stand. He's completely gone for you.
Billy gently gripping your throat while making out with you….
he doesn't mean to, but his hand is already resting on the side of your face and it just slides down once his tongue slips into your mouth.
he's backing you up slowly till you gently hit the wall and that's when his hand moves to grip your throat more. he feels your breath catch and he pulls back from the kiss, looking at his hand, then your eyes. And he's seeing no dissatisfaction from you, you're not turned off, you're jutting your nose closer to his and capturing his lips once more. So he gives your neck just a little squeeze.
I need Billy to slowly fuck me as he pins my hands above my head and makes intense eye contact
xoxo- 🦢
i need to rewatch some of it tomorrow :) y'all idk where this came from but here you go
mdni; fem!reader
"Darlin' I know you want to, just-"
A soft moan escapes your lips, cutting Billy off from his words, his hand pressing harder against your wrists that he's pinned above your head.
His hips thrust slowly into you, your legs hiked around his waist to keep him pressed close, his forehead almost resting on yours as he fucks you. Billy was showing a lot of restraint, taking his time like he was getting to know your body, even though he has lots of knowledge of you already.
"Billy please, I won't tug too hard," you whisper to him, your lips brushing his and he shakes his head.
"Honey, I swear to god, 'f I let you pull my hair, I'll come so quick," he rasps out and you feel his hand tighten even more to hold your hands away. You whine at him, but he's prepared for it.
"Won't work, honey, won't work, c'mere," he speaks under his breath, giving your lips the smallest kiss, nudging his nose on yours and giving you a second before pressing his lips fully on yours, humming into the kiss.
His lips are rough on your own, but somehow, Billy is able to make them feel as if they're the softest thing imaginable. He nips at your bottom lip as he pulls away and you bite back a smile, his thrusts remaining at their slow, almost agonizing pace, but it didn't matter. You still felt all of him, every part of him was encompassing you.
"Better?" He nudges his nose on yours again, resting his forehead to yours, his eyes meeting yours. Billy smiles when you nod and let yourself smile.
"You'll let me do it later?" Billy wants to roll his eyes, seeing as you haven't dropped it, but he nods, snapping his hips a little faster all of a sudden, just to make you gasp and sqieeze your legs around him tighter. You can’t help it, his hair is just so fun to play and pull at, especially when he makes the prettiest noises imaginable when you do it.
"'f course I will," he mumbles, watching your mouth part as returns his gentle pace, a soft sigh leaving his lips. Your eyes were so pretty to him, so full of every emotion he makes you feel and he wants to keep looking into them so he can feel it back. He needs to, he needs to feel all of the love, adoration, and desire you're feeling for him right now.
"Can I let go of your hands? Will you be a good girl?" You nod and he lets go of them, his hands moving to hold your hips instead. Part of you wants to immediately bury your hands in his hair and pull at the strands and the other part of you will settle with holding his shoulders. Fuck it.
Before he can react, you tangle your hands into his hair and pull on it, eliciting a deep groan from Billy as his head drops to your shoulder.
"You...fucker," he mumbles against the skin of your neck, biting at it, but he can't do it for long as he lets out a quiet moan, trying to hide it by gritting his teeth.
"You love me," you whisper right to his ear, already feeling the effect you're having on him as his thrusts quicken, his cock filling you out in the most perfect way.
Billy nods at your words, his fingers digging into your hips. "Say it, Billy," your voice still hushed, albeit shakier as his hand moves to rub your clit, his hand warm against your already hot skin.
"I love you," he says, grunting out in his lower register, "oh 'm gonna come, honey." Your fingers tug on his hair again in response, and Billy thrusts one, two, three more times before he's spilling into you, "c'mon honey, come right here with me, please," he almost whines out against your neck before he lifts his head to see your face as the rush of his orgasm overtakes you as well, using your grip on his hair to compose yourself.
"You love me?" He asks, nosing at your cheek while your brain is still hazy. You turn your head slightly to catch his lips, the kiss is wet and sloppy as your tongue meets his and you mutter into it, "I love you."
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OK IVE HAD THIS THOUGHT ABOUT BILLY FOR A WHILE BUT I FEEL LIKE NOWS THE PERFECT TIME TO TELL YOU
Have you ever heard of what taking and wearing a cowboy’s hat means? It means you’ll ride him
listen I’m just saying that has such good opportunities
xoxo- 🦢
yes ive seen lots of great fics with this so let me add onto that never ending list lmao
mdni - fem!reader
thinking about this that I wrote where you steal his hat, but what would happen if you put it on when you stole it? I love this dynamic, your relationship with Billy being a rather playful and tumultuous one. From your side more than his. For Billy, he was constantly biting his tongue to keep from telling you off whenever you teased him. He can’t admit that he likes it, so he just gives you one of his forlorn stares and maybe makes a snide comment here and there. He tolerated you. That was all. You on the other hand may be completely in love with him, but that wasn't important at the moment.
And you grab his hat from his head in front of the rest of the gang and plop it right onto yours.
Billy’s eyes darken in anger towards you at first but then he realizes what you’ve done and the snickers from the other men. You don’t seem to notice, your gaze only on Billy as you back away. To some, it would look like you two are already lovers and you just openly, silently, relayed to your lover that you wanted him.
Billy would rush over to you before you could react, grabbing your forearm and tugging you away. His hold is tight but not enough to hurt you and you can't help but giggle as your eyes narrow at him.
"What's gotten into you, Bonney? Finally wanna play back?" You catch the slight shake of his head and he halts, his grip on you still there.
"Do you know what you've just done?" You tilt your head to the side, his hat too big on your head, but staying put.
"I stole your hat, Bonney and I have to say, the face you made was quite-"
"Not the...stealin' part...," Billy trails off, his jaw clenching and he searches your eyes as your brow furrows. He realizes you're actually confused as to what he's getting at and he clears his throat, "You never heard the guys joke 'bout...?" Billy's anger softens for a moment as his shoulders lose their tension. He can't believe you of all people don't know about this. He thinks you must be playing some kind of joke on him like you always are.
You shake your head, "'m tremblin' with anticipation, Bonney. Tell me."
He narrows his eyes. "If you're wearin' a cowboy's hat you...or put his hat on you...you ride him," he says, a bout of embarrassment starting to flush to his cheeks, but he forgets all about that when he sees how wide your eyes get.
"O-Oh. I see," your voice drops to a softer tone, above a whisper. This tough, playful, insufferable woman that Billy's always seen you as is getting flustered under his gaze and now he really thinks he must be dreaming. You can't believe you've never heard about this before, but now realize your impulses have caused you to not only put Billy's hat on but do so in front of all of the gang; yeah it hits you hard.
"Well, 's a joke, right? So...," and you try to wrench your arm from his grasp, but he holds on.
A little chuckle escapes his lips and he smiles, "You're flustered."
Rolling your eyes, you give him a pout, but it's apparent from your still wide eyes and the way you can't look him straight in the eyes like you always did that you were in fact flustered. "No, 'm not."
Billy chuckles again and lets go of your arm, "Yes you are. The little cowgirl's actually flustered for once. Are you thinkin' about it?"
The heat in your body increases from his words and you go to take his hat off your head, throwing it at him. You can't deny the all too familiar feeling of heat pooling in your core as you think about that act with him. How you've thought of that very fantasy before, especially the days you'd catch Billy sitting with his legs a little too spread. Billy catches his hat, but he also catches the way you shift on your feet, your jaw tensing and the slight squeeze of your thighs. Billy almost curses out loud at the filthy thought that comes to mind and the twitch of his cock in his pants, but he ignores it, "don't gotta ride me," he snorts. He's trying to be reassuring, but he's not gonna let you know that.
"Wasn't plannin' on it," and you take the chance to lock your eyes back with him, an attempt to regain your composure and turn the teasing back on him, but your head is swimming in desire right now.
"I know, but it sure got you heated, hm?" He bumps his shoulder into yours as he walks past you, starting to head back to the camp. Billy's already forgotten about the gang and how they'll tease him about this later. All he can think about is how he's finally found an upper hand with you.
"Yeah? Well, I think you'd love for me to ride you," you call out to him in a sudden impulse move (a common habit for you, it's been established).
Billy turns back, raising his brow. He hesitates for a moment, wondering just how far he wants to go with this but he decides, fuck it. He walks back up to you, sauntering as he rests his hands on his gun belt, his head is cocked to the side and the smirk on his lips is one you wish you saw all the time. "Don't think you'd be able to handle it, sweetheart."
"What makes you say that?"
You cross your arms over your chest and he smiles, looking to the side out at the setting sun before back to you, "Cause even the thought of ridin' my dick is gettin' you all squirmy. How would it be if you were actually on it, hm?" He raises his brow, waiting for you to respond, but you don't. You stare at him wide-eyed, mouth parting, then closing.
"That's what I thought," and he gives you a look, raking his eyes quickly over your body before turning and walking away.
i think billy growls. hes a growler. he is, i just know it.
mhm mhm mhm yep yep yep yep
mdni
The first time you really hear it would be after he just saw you flirting with some man while you guys were out for the night. In your eyes, you were just being kind, but Billy saw the way the man's eyes raked over your body and the way you seemed to just smile and laugh, leaning into the flirtatious banter while he was right there.
Now, maybe you did this on purpose and maybe you didn't, but the anger flaring in Billy was enough for him to grab your hand, pulling you out and away into the night. "B-Billy?" You'd be laughing a little, unsure of why he's so angry, after all you always made sure he knew you were all his.
But he couldn't help it. He couldn't help the jealousy, the feeling was too strong. "I don't wanna go back yet, we were having fun! C'mon, let's just go to the-"
Billy tugs you to the side of a building as you walk past it and pushes you against the wall, his hands immediately finding yours and holding them behind your back.
"You're all mine, you hear me?" And a low growl emits from his mouth after he speaks. Your eyes widen and you swallow. His gaze is intense, his nose bumping against yours as he waits for you to respond to him.
But you're too focused on the sound he just let out. Never did you think a man growling like that could even be sexy, but here you are. And Billy is unlike any other man. He’s your man and he’s so fucking beautiful looking at you like a man crazed, letting any inhibitions he may have, be let loose with you.
Billy sighs, turning his head away for a moment and you can see the click in his jaw as he clenches it. He turns back to you, sneering with another growl, "you're mine. Mine to love, mine to play with, mine to fuck."
You whimper and his lips curl up. They're so close to yours, one movement and you'd be kissing him. "You got that?" His eyes search yours and Billy isn't even sure if you can respond, but he does feel sure if he dipped his hand between your thighs, he'd find you soaked.
He just knows.
"I got it, Billy," you mumble, swallowing hard again and he surges forward to kiss you, and you start to wonder how many times you might have missed this carnal sound he makes as he growls into the kiss, his hands let go of yours to hike up your dress.
billy showing up too late to save you and you're wrapped up in a sheet and someone tries to stop him from pulling it back but he says, "no, i wanna see her, i gotta see her--" and he pulls the corner back and he sees your face and all he can do is just stand there frozen, looking down at you and thinking "it's happening again"
BRI
he’s so frozen he can’t even cry right away or do much of anything, everything just feels hazy and cold and he can barely hear what the others are saying, he doesn’t even know how he gets to his bed or wherever he’s staying. Doesn’t even realize he’s crying eventually, or that he’s clutching the handkerchief that was yours so tightly cause he’s handled grief all his life, so surely he can shake it, compartmentalize it and carry on with the added weight of it all, but it’s hitting so much harder
