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[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ꣑ৎUndressed (Part Three)౨ৎ꣑ৎ

౨ৎ꣑ৎmasterlist౨ৎ꣑ৎ [fem reader] contains: no warnings! pairing: billy the kid x fem reader summary: in a chase, billy finds you in the woods author’s note: enjoy pt 3! thank you my darling @phantomamour for proofing <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

The birds were twittering their happy song when Billy came to his senses in the morning. If they hadn't been outside, they would have been in his head. Everything was smiles and rainbows because he'd woken up with the prettiest girl in the world in his arms. You were still here, safe and sound, protected by him all through the night.

Breathing soft, you mumbled in your sleep, clasping his wrist and snuggling back against him. Billy knew he should pull away, and he even tried to tell himself to, but you just looked so cozy.

The allure of women had tempted him a time or two, but he'd never felt quite like this for anyone. The magnetism of you pulled him in like a fish on a line. He was helpless, sure the mere memory would follow him long after he'd returned you home and set out again to wander the endless desert.

He'd wondered about love for so much of his life, yearned for it even. Billy's parents were all he had to go off of, but they were as good an example as any. He remembered observing the way his father held his mother when they fell asleep together, how he'd kissed her forehead and she'd giggle at his scratchy beard. And when times had gotten tough on the journey across the country, she hadn't given up on him once, even when he sank into the deep hole of his own despair.

That was a different thing he'd learned. He'd seen the way his mother had struggled to stay afloat, the way she'd tried to stay strong for him and Joe. Even as a boy, Billy had known he'd never do what his father had done. He'd never have it in him to lose hope completely while he had both the love of his life and his family depending on him.

A little part of him feared that it would happen anyways. He knew his father hadn't wanted or intended things to go the way they did, and yet. Billy knew if the time ever came for him to settle down, he'd do everything in his power to stay afloat.

When he'd set out on the path of crime, he'd given up hope. This was on an equal level. Subjecting someone he loved to a life of danger, putting her on the target beside him. It was like a death sentence. He'd avoided falling headfirst into enchantment because of it.

But with you lying here, his flower nestled into his arms, every thought he'd had against it all seemed to melt. One wrong move, and he was sure you'd fly away.

You mumbled, stirring slightly as you shivered into a stretch between his arms. Rolling over, you nuzzled into his arms, fingers fisting around his shirt. He resisted the urge to straighten your hair.

"Hmm?" Sleepily, you eyes opened and you tensed briefly, seeming to remember where you were. "Oh...sorry." You let go of his shirt, the sleeve of the cardigan falling over your hand and he loosened his arms so you could escape if you wanted to.

But you didn't, instead, gazing up at him with a soft smile. "Good morning."

"Mornin', flower," he said quietly.

Your smile grew. "You keep calling me that."

He shrugged, a little color flushing into his cheeks. "You remind me of one."

Looking down, you tried to suppress your smile to no avail. It was adorable. He was about to say something else, something to try and keep it there, but your tummy grumbled before he could.

Now you were blushing. "Sorry."

"'s okay," he assured you gently. "We'll find somethin' to eat, real quick." Lifting his head, Billy looked around, surveying the area. No berries, no sound of wild animals. He may have to bring you into whichever the closest town was. There ought to be one around here somewhere without going back to where he'd run from.

Billy sat up, keeping his hand on your back as you did too. He squinted, weighing the merits of riding into civilization. On one hand, there were sure to be better options for eating. On the other, he wasn't sure how lenient the law was going to be. Leaving an innocent girl like you alone in a strange place was a worse risk than anything else he'd considered.

Your tummy growled again, and he made an instant decision. "How'd you like to see town?"

The streets were busy today. A good thing, Billy thought, because there was less chance of being noticed. He helped you off his horse with an outstretched hand, looking around for a bed and breakfast. It was almost a sure thing that the men will not have vacated your home by tomorrow, and so he figured he'd find a place to sleep in the meantime.

Your eyes were wide, and he was worried you were overwhelmed. Maybe it would have been better if it wasn't so crowded. You'd never seen this many people in your life. It had to be shocking at least.

Turning to you, his eyebrows lifted when he saw the look on your face. He'd never seen a smile so big, or eyes as bright. Tearing your eyes away from the riveting sight of men leading their horses and women haggling over fabric in the market, you bounced on your heels, tugging on his sleeve. "It's so exciting!"

He grinned, resting his arm around your shoulders and guiding you to the front of the inn he'd located, walking as slowly as possible so you could take in everything you wanted to. It was a fascinating thing to witness someone experience the world for the first time. It helped that it was you, completely charmed by it all in your own way.

"Look at all the horses!" you exclaimed, blinking at the animals tied up at the hitching post.

Billy ducked his head to hide a chuckle, taking your hand and tucking it into the crook of his arm while he tied up the reins. "There's a bunch of 'em today."

"Yeah," you said eagerly, turning your head every little bit to catch each new detail that crossed your eyes. "Billy are there always this many people?"

"Not always." He finished his knot, leading you to the entrance to the inn. "Sometimes it's a little quieter."

You smiled wide. "I want to see that too!"

He smiled back. "We can make sure that happens, flower." At the front desk, you said hello to the clerk before he could, a level of enthusiasm that was clearly unexpected by the older woman. "Hold on," he coaxed, sliding his arm around your waist. "We'd like a room, please." The older woman raised an eyebrow before he quickly remedied. "It's our honeymoon. My wife and I have been travelling for a long while."

You gave the story credit, looking up at him sweetly. He made sure to keep his arm where it was all through the interaction, as the clerk scribbled his name into the book and dug through a drawer for the key. Billy dropped his lips to your hair once without thinking, immediately going rigid. This was crossing a line.

But your smile stayed, and you lifted your hand to his chest, covering his heart with your palm. Your touch was warm, and he was sad to see it go when the older woman dropped the room key into your hand, nodding you off. "Breakfast just started. You'd best get to it if you want something."

"Thank you!" you practically sang, dropping the key into Billy's pants pocket and skipping away with him in tow. When you were out of earshot, you turned to him, lashes touching your cheek for just a moment. "I think I like being your wife."

His heart leapt. "Well, as long as we're here I think you will be." Swinging your hand a little, he half-smiled. "It's better so folks won't be askin' questions." Then, after a pause. "I'm sorry if I was...touchin' you too much."

"Why?" you tilted your head. "I liked it."

Your forwardness was unexpected, but it lifted a weight off his shoulders. He let his smile go full, dipping his chin once. "Should...ah...should we get somethin' to eat? Anything you want in particular?"

"Mhm," you hummed, clutching his arm with both hands. "I've already had my potion for the month so I can have anything."

"Potion?" Billy questioned casually as he led you to a table. He pulled out your chair for you.

"Thank you," you said, scooting in as he sat too. "It's nothing. Just something I have to drink every time my mother comes back. She says it keeps me healthy."

"Does it?" He clasped his hands on the table, looking interestedly at you.

Your hands were in your lap, and your posture was neat, a lady if there ever was one. "So far. I only don't feel good when I take the potion. But it's just for a little while."

"Ah." He swallowed that bit of information, standing up. "I'll be right back, alright? Don't go anywhere."

You sat up straight, smiling sweetly as ever as he turned around. Billy swore he'd never smiled this much before you were around.

In that sense, you became more dangerous by the second.

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[its3nvy]

Can you do a request for Billy, like he's with reader who is well known in town and they have been together and she finds her self pregnant but she scared to tell Billy but when she dose he's so happy and that means he can marry her. And maybe so smutt?

REASSURANCE - Billy the Kid

Summary: You’ve been anxious about revealing your pregnancy to Billy. 

Tags/warnings: mdni (18+), porn with no plot, angst, fluff, oral sex (f receiving), pregnant sex, unprotected sex (is a bit late to start now 🤭), dirty talk, pregnancy reveal

tags: f!reader, smut

word count: 3.2k

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You're shaking by the time you're out of the bathroom. There's no doubt, you think with a slight tremble on your lower lip. It almost feels like the world around you is closing in. Suffocating your lungs. Your vision blurs.

This can't be happening. Not to you.

It's not that you didn't want to have kids.

But with the circumstances, and Billy and you not being married.

At this point you're sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for air. It's a good thing you had the house for yourself tonight. Sliding down the wall, hiding your face in your hands. How could you let this happen? You should've been more careful.

Your mind goes back to that day when neither of you cared about the consequences. Caught up in the moment, tearing each other's clothes; eager to be together. You hadn't seen Billy in weeks. You heard things about that specific expedition. He got injured. You remember the gnawing fear clawing at your chest. And then there he was, knocking on your door as soon as he got back in town. His shoulder wrapped around bandages. He kissed you hard, desperately.

Hitting the mattress with you on top of him, not wanting to hurt him anymore. The sweet things he murmured in your ears, hands intertwined as you fell apart together.

-

You didn't get any sleep last night.

Your mind is still spinning with the anxiety. The morning sickness that started to disrupt as soon as you woke up. Red, puffy eyes that you try to dissimulate by washing your face hoping it goes away.

You get dressed feeling devastated, knowing that you'll have to face him as soon as you enter the kitchen. The mere thought makes you want to throw up. But you leave the bedroom nonetheless. Walking down the hallway feeling your hands sweating and your ragged breathing.

The hallway stretches before you, a daunting path leading to the inevitable confrontation awaiting in the kitchen. Your hands tremble, and the sweat on your palms mirrors the anxiety that courses through your veins. Each step feels heavy, weighed down by the knowledge of the truth you carry and the impending revelation that awaits.

As you step into the kitchen, the air thickens with tension. The mere thought of facing him, makes your stomach churn. 

The sound of his voice breaks through your thoughts.  “Mornin’,” Billy’s husky voice greets you. “Mornin’,” you whisper back, a slight quiver in your voice as you turn to face him. He looks at you with a furrowed brow, his eyes tracing the contours of your face as if he’s searching for something. 

"Everythin’ alright?" he asks, concern etched across his features. His hand, reaches out to tenderly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You hum in response, but the expression on his face reveals his skepticism.

The confrontation intensifies as he turns to face you, his thumb tracing along the seam of your bottom lip. His warmth envelops you, but the butterflies in your stomach multiply. The air becomes charged as you summon the courage to speak the truth.

You hum in response, but you can tell from the expression on his face that he isn’t buying it. “I’ma try that again and this time I want the truth,” he turns on his side to face you, his thumb tracing along the seam of your bottom lip as you pull it between your teeth. 

“You bite your lip when you're lyin’ darlin,” his eyes are full of warmth as they gaze at you, and you gulp nervously as the butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach. 

Your breathing becomes ragged and your heart beats harder against your chest as you work up the courage to tell him. 

"I’m pregnant," you mumble, the words hanging in the air. The warmth in his eyes doesn't fade, but he senses the weight of your confession. "Darlin, ya gotta speak up. I didn’t catch what you said."

You can feel his thumb rubbing gently against your cheek as you have to close your eyes to stop the tears from falling. “I'm pregnant, Billy.”

His thumb, once a source of comfort, stops its gentle motion. As you repeat the revelation, the atmosphere in the room shifts.

His eyes widened, a mix of shock and realization flashing across his face. "Pregnant?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. The word hung in the air like a heavy storm cloud, casting shadows over the room. As the weight of the revelation settled, he took a step back, needing the physical distance to match the emotional abyss forming within.

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "I’m so sorry, I don't know what to do. We're not married; this wasn't part of the plan." His world was unraveling, and you could see it in the furrowed lines on his forehead as he took a step back to process the sudden news.

Billy's expression shifted from shock to a mix of emotions you couldn't quite decipher. "Pregnant," he repeated again, as if trying to process the information. "You... we..." The uncertainty in his voice mirrored the turbulence in his mind, the realization of an unforeseen future weighing heavily on him.

You felt a lump in your throat, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I'm scared, Billy. I don't want to lose you because of this." The room echoed with your sobs, an earnest plea for him not to shut you out. He stood there, deep in thought, grappling with the magnitude of the situation as you sobbed, "Please don't shut me out."

He reached out, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Hey, hey, darlin', you're not gonna lose me. We'll figure this out together."

You clung to him, soaking in his reassurance. "But Billy, we're not married, and I don't want our child to grow up without a proper family."

He pulled back, cupping your face in his hands, his blue eyes searching yours. "We'll get married, sweetheart. I love you, and I won't let you face this alone. We'll make it work."

Relief washed over you as you realized that, despite the unexpected turn of events, you had Billy by your side. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “I promise everything’s gonna be just right, darlin’.”

"I love you, and I'll always be here for you and our baby. Ok?”

As you held onto him, the weight on your shoulders seemed to lift, replaced by the promise of a future filled with love and family. His fingers settle on your waist, and he rubs back and forth a moment.

As you gazed into his blue eyes, still searching for any lingering doubt, you found only sincerity and determination. The unspoken promise of a future together hung in the air, and the realization that you weren't alone in facing this unexpected journey filled your heart with gratitude.

"I'm so lucky to have you, Billy," you whispered, your voice tinged with gratitude. His eyes sparkled with affection as he leaned in, closing the gap between you with another tender kiss. It started slow, a sweet exploration of shared emotions, but soon blossomed into a passionate exchange that spoke volumes.

His lips molded against yours, each kiss a declaration of love and commitment. As your hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingers intertwining with the strands of his hair, the kiss deepened.

Breaking the kiss, Billy rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "We're in this together, darlin'. Nothing's gonna change that," he murmured, his words a soothing melody that resonated in the air. You looked into his eyes, finding a mixture of determination and tenderness that melted away any lingering fears.

You couldn't help but smile back, grateful for his unwavering support. "I love you, Billy."

"I love you too, more than anything," he replied, his voice a warm caress.

His hand, still settled on your waist, began to wander beneath your shirt. The touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as if exploring the softened hill of your stomach. In the close proximity, you could hear his breath, stirred and stuttering, a reflection of the emotions swirling within him.

“You are so beautiful,” he tells you, and this time, his voice has dropped an octave - rumbling close and hot, reaching through you to a place that makes the hair on the back of your neck rise. 

His hands are smooth and firm as they sweep over your stomach, your hips. 

"Are you okay with this, darlin'?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for confirmation.

A mischievous smile played on your lips as you leaned in, brushing your lips against his ear. "More than okay," you whispered, the hot breath against his skin sending a shiver through him.

His hands continued their journey, exploring the curves of your body with a confidence that stirred the passion between you. The atmosphere was thick with desire as you surrendered to the intoxicating dance of touch and taste.

“If I knew you’d be fucking beautiful,” he mutters, “carrying my child -”

As his lips met yours once more, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you lost in the heat of the moment. 

“We would’ve done this much sooner.”

"I’m taking you to the bedroom," he suddenly declares, rising to his feet - you in his arms. You shriek in surprise and enjoyment, laughing as he maneuvers you feet-first through the narrow hatchway.

In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with desire. The soft glow accentuated the hunger in Billy's eyes as he gently set you down on the bed. The chemistry between you was palpable, a magnetic force pulling you closer.

Not wasting a moment, Billy gracefully moves to sit on the edge of the bed, and with a playful smile, he tugs you down with him onto his lap. You willfully part your legs, and you seat yourself automatically in his lap. His hands grip your hips, a low growl escaping his lips as the newfound intimacy takes hold. You suck in a breath as your crotch drags over his groin, and you realize he’s hard already, just from touching you.

The tension in the room rises, an unspoken understanding passing between you and Billy. His lips find yours again, the kiss filled with a hunger that mirrors the shared desire in your eyes. As his hands explore the contours of your body, the room becomes a haven for the passionate exchange.

"Are you sure about this? “Can you-“" he murmurs against your lips, his eyes searching yours for consent. He wants to touch you, make love to you but he doesn’t know if it will hurt the baby. He’s never had sex with a pregnant woman before.

“We can have sex. It won’t hurt the baby,” you promise.

You hiss a breath, “Just be gentle-” You cut yourself off, biting the inside of your bottom lip. One of his hands is wandering around your front, threateningly close to your breast.

“Like this?” he coaxes, urging you on as he cups the full weight of it in his smooth, warm palm, “Or is it better like this?” His thumb creeps tantalizingly close to your nipple, and you start to breathe a little quicker. “Please, Billy-”

“Tell me, darlin’?” he repeats, pinching just lightly with thumb and forefinger, but in your current, hyper-sensitive state, it’s enough to make you whimper.

“More Billy, please.”

Suddenly, Billy is lifting you to your feet - pulling your nightgown up, not a moment later he’s got his hand back between your legs. He pulls you back against his chest, his arms around you, one molding you to him - the other in between your thighs, his fingers working through your already slick folds, probing at the entrance of your weeping cunt.

“Yeah?” he whispers in your ear, his voice tuned to a sinister, promising tone, “You want me to make you come?”

“Yes,” you near-sob, the stretch of his fingers in your oversensitive channel almost too much already. He grinds the heel of his hand against your clit and you clench your eyes shut and let your mouth fall open on a moan.

“That’s it,” he purrs, “Let me take care of you. Let me make you come.”

And, seconds later, you do - with a drawn out “Fuuu-uck,” and a groan that unfurls from the depths of your chest, your whole body shaking in Billy’s grip as your pussy squeezes furiously at his fingers. He caresses you through it as the waves arch your spine and make you throw your head back against his shoulder to cry your pleasure to the stars.

When it’s over, when all that remains are phantom twitches and an otherworldly buzz in every nerve, he pulls his hand back. You shiver, and he wraps both arms around you - his hands cradling your stomach - pulling you back against him.

“You feel different when you come now,” he muses, and you wrinkle your nose - he doesn’t have to see your expression to intercept it with an explanation, though. “Stronger. Wetter. It’s...I bet you’re fucking delicious.”

Oh, you think. “Oh,” you say, dimly, the ghost of a shiver moving through you. Billy feels it. Of course he feels it. You blush.

His gaze locks onto yours, a fiery intensity smoldering in the depths of his eyes. The subtle twitch at the corner of his lips conveys a silent invitation, playful and enticing, sending a thrill through your veins. In a heartbeat, he sheds his clothes, the urgency in his movements betraying the anticipation that courses through him. As you gracefully remove your nightgown, he sees your rounded stomach, a low moan escapes him. "Darlin’," he breathes out in a reverent whisper, the sound hanging in the air like a promise of the passion about to unfold.

You love the look in his eyes, feeling beautiful with your belly being round with his child. Billy smiles at you. “You look so beautiful.” He tells you, reaching up and cupping your cheek. “I want to put my mouth on you again. Make you cum.” He has dreamed about that night so many times, waking up hard and aching for you. “Lay down, darlin’.”

You won’t refuse him, thinking far too many times of him tasting you once more. You lay down, stomach slightly protruding as you look up at him. “Please, Billy,” you whine and he chuckles, shifting to kneel above you. 

“Are you sensitive?” He asks, cupping your breasts and you nod, “Yes but it’s good.” He hums, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth and you cry out in bliss.

He’s careful to not press down on your stomach. “Shh behave now, I’m gonna make  your mama feel real good,” he murmurs, kissing your stomach before he moves over to the other breast.

You run your fingers through his hair, moaning softly when he gently nibbles on your nipple. “Billy,” you sigh and he smirks against your flesh as he shifts to position himself between your thighs. 

“Darlin’,” he responds, using his fingers to spread your folds before he leans closer to flick his tongue over your clit. 

“Fuck,” you hiss, sensitive and he goes to pull away but you push his head to keep him between your legs. “It’s good,” you whimper.

Billy acquiesces to your demand, slowly licking through your folds and keeping one hand on your breast while he moves the other to your stomach. “Hmmmm,” his groan rumbling into you while he slides his tongue inside your cunt.

You moan, rocking up to meet his eager tongue. It won’t take long to get you to cum, you’ve been on the edge since he kissed you. So sensitive and ready for him. “Oh Billy. I’m going to-,” you cut yourself off with a whine. 

“Do it.” Billy growls, nudging your clit with his nose. You fall over the edge, thighs pressing against his cheeks as he works you through it.

He loves every second of it, slowing his tongue down until he is just kissing your cunt softly. Watching your belly heave as you catch your breath. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart?”, he asks softly, not sure if you need another orgasm with the changes to your body. The last thing he wants is to hurt you or his baby.

“Yes. Yes. Please, Billy. I need you inside of me,” you whine, spreading your legs as he shuffles to kneel between your thighs. He grips his hard cock, pumping himself a couple of times, and he notches the head at your entrance, slowly pushing in. “Oh Billy-,” you moan, loving the way he stretches you out.

Billy starts to slowly roll his hips, keeping his weight off of you and his eyes stay fixed on yours. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans quietly, in a hushed, loving tone.

Your heart thumps in your chest as he slowly moves inside of you. “Billy, don’t stop,” you whimper

He grins. “Never, darlin’. Never,” he promises, reaching down to caress your stomach. 

Looking at you as he continues to rock at the slowest pace he can manage, his cock barely dragging against your walls. He exhales a shaky breath, still inside of you and just barely moving. Enough to make you whine in protest, but you focus on those blue eyes you love so much.

“You feel so good, darlin’,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp, expressing a mixture of desire and restraint. His eyes lock onto yours, searching for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. He leans in and kisses you. 

He murmurs against your lips. “My future wife.” 

You kiss his jaw up to his lips and before you kiss him, you murmur, “I’m all yours, Billy,” he groans, cock twitching inside of you and you rock up gently. “Always,” you whimper, kissing his lips softly.

He starts to move faster, rocking into you while mumbling praises,“Love you, so good.” He presses his lips to yours over and over again, shuffling to the side so he doesn’t worry about dropping down onto you and lifting your leg up higher on his hip, changing the angle of his cock deep inside you. “Cum for me, darlin’.” 

You gasp when he hits deep, your walls fluttering around his cock, and when his deep voice orders you to cum, you can’t deny him. Whining as you clamp down on his length, soaking him with your cum. “Billy. Oh Billy. Fuck.” You moan, closing your eyes as he works you through your orgasm.

Groaning, he loves how you feel, absorbing this moment and having you in his arms again. He murmurs your name, continuing to work closer to his own orgasm. 

Eyes focused on you as he rocks towards his own high. He clenches his jaw and within moments, buries deep to paint your walls with his seed. Already taken inside of you but it feels good. “I love you,” you murmur, breathing him in.

“I love you.” He nudges his nose against yours and kisses you softly before he pulls out of you and shifts to lay beside you, his hand on your bump.“I can’t wait to meet you,” he murmurs with pride. 

“Everything's going to be alright,” Billy promises and curls around you, hand on your bump.

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[enviedear]

Okay but Billy with an innocent reader>>>>>>>> LIKE HES SO PROTECTIVE OML

billy + innocent!reader

stop i love this. this should be an au hell i may just write more for it

tw— for use of a gun, toothrotting fluff

request

"go ahead, honey. pull the trigger." billy's voice is sweet against your ear.

your face morphs into a coy apprehension, "and you're sure this won't send me flying on my rear?"

he chuckles, straightening your arms a bit, "m'right here, i won't let that happen."

your eyes focus in on the three rusty cans in the distance, set atop a dry rotting log. you know there's no way you're going to hit them all. you'd be lucky to hit one.

but billy is adamant in both that you need to learn how to shoot, and that you’ll be a ‘natural’. his driving objective, however, being that since he can't be with you from sun up to sun down, he'll have to settle with teaching you how to fend for yourself.

it's not unlike him to behave this way. in the months you've known the gunslinger, you've come to find that his urge to protect you is enormous.

his protection isn't reserved just against the infamous wild men of the west, but rather, anything and anyone. if it could possibly do you harm, physically or mentally, he's there to guard and defend.

like a knight out of the princess tales your mother used to tell you.

you let out a harsh breath before your finger begins to press into the trigger. too soft at first, the metal remains in its' spot, you muster up all your courage and pull the trigger. your eyes are screwed shut as the bullet whistles away, and you quickly turn into billy.

his arms ensnare you, wrapping you tight, "what're you hidin' for? you hit it dead center, sweetheart!"

you lift your head, staring unabashedly into his blue eyes, "did i really?"

he hums, using his dominant hand to steer your gaze away from him and toward the target. sure enough, the can on the left side has a small hole right in its middle.

billy chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back, "told you, my girl's a natural."

you can't help but grin, the tension releasing from your shoulders, "or i've got a good teacher." you tease.

he gives you a squeeze before letting go, gesturing toward the cans, "c'mon, let's see if you can do it again."

emboldened by your first success, you square your shoulders and take aim. this time, you focus a bit more, remembering the sensation of the recoil and trying to replicate it. the shot rings out, and you open your eyes to find another can hit.

billy lightly claps you on the back, "see? just like that, sweetheart."

as you reload, you can't help but appreciate the way the afternoon sun plays on his weathered hat, casting thin rays upon his lips, "m’not as hopeless as i thought."

he grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "do i e’ver lie to you?”

you ignore his sly remark, focusing back in on your targets. with newfound confidence, you continue to practice, the rhythmic sound of gunshots filling the air. as the sun begins its descent, casting a warm glow over the landscape.

the sounds of gunfire continue, each shot feeling more controlled and confident than the last. with every successful hit, billy's pride in your progress shines through his loving stare. he stands by your side, offering guidance and encouragement, a quiet guardian in the backdrop of your learning.

as the sun dips even lower, casting a dim hue over the landscape, you catch a glimpse of billy watching you with a softness in his eyes. he often got this way, completely lost in you. especially when you're doing things his way— not in the way you'd normally feel inclined. you're rather tame and harmless in comparison to billy, the entire west, really.

growing up away from the fast-growing townships and travelers, when you met billy he completely flipped your world upside down. you gave him all your firsts, shooting his pistol only adds to the expansive list of firsts you've given him.

you go to take aim again, eyes closing as you shoot, still too frightened to keep them open— your bullet flies past your targets, missing entirely. you've grown used to the sound of a hit and when you open your eyes to find the miss, you groan.

billy's safeguarding nature becomes even more apparent as you meet his winsome eyes, his gaze lingers on you, subtle worry etched on his features.

he knows you're inexperienced, a stark contrast to the harsh realities of the world he's accustomed to. he knows it isn't, but if this were a shootout, that big of a miss would have cost you your life.

the mere thought of you in that situation is something he's not willing to entertain.

"you're doing mighty fine, sweetheart," he reassures, a tenderness in his voice that speaks volumes, "but remember, there's more to this than cans and targets. gotta keep those pretty eyes of yours open, alright?"

you nod, appreciating his concern and the earnest care he extends. it dawns on you that learning to shoot isn't just a practical skill— it's a testament to the depth of billy's affection. he's arming you with more than just a handgun— he's giving you a piece of his own resilience and determination.

as the sun sets, casting long shadows across the landscape, you take a moment to stand side by side with billy, appreciating the warmth of his presence. the sky paints hues of orange and pink, a picturesque backdrop to the bond that's been forged between you.

"thanks, billy," you say, sincerity lacing your words. "for teaching me, for being patient."

he smiles, a softness in his expression that contrasts with the rugged exterior, "my pleasure, sweetheart. always want you to be able to take care of yourself."

with the last rays of sunlight fading, you holster the gun, feeling a newfound sense of empowerment. billy wraps an arm around your shoulders, guiding you back towards the homestead. as you walk together, the echoes of gunshots in the ears serve as a reminder that you're not just learning to shoot— you're learning to navigate billy's world, and with his protection, you're sure you'll do just fine.

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[tomblythismyhusband]

OHHHHHH MY GOD. MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN. the blood on his face in the last pic…. 🫣🫣

you have no idea how excited i am

[saberlight1]

lovefool — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, fluff, Y/N usage, reader is a cowgirl and gunslinger, hints towards murder, one bed trope, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: hii!!! i’m so happy to be writing about billy, thank you anon for sending in this request that this is based off of. i loved the show and slowly am getting more obsessed with tom blyth everyday i swearrr. i hope you enjoy!

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You and the boys damn near fell through the doors of some random boarding house you came across— the lot of you attempting to run away from a rival gang that caught you stealing cattle.

Jesse threw 10 dollars down on the counter, more than enough to get rooms for you all. You had been running around all day— but the smell of gunpowder and crimson blood still clogged your nose hairs and adrenaline still pumped through your veins. You simply wanted a bath and to go the hell to bed.

But, who would you be to turn down Jesse’s smiling face, holding out a shot of whiskey for you.

You sighed, your hat tipping down with your head as you shook it, your hands rested neatly on your gun-belt, cowboy boot tapping softly on the floor as you pretended to weigh your options.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N.” He held it out for you. “Drink with us!”

You chuckled. “Why not,” You went to sit down at the bar next to them.

“Hell yeah!” Jesse and the rest of the boys who were scattered around the bar cheered— you normally weren’t one for their after hour shenanigans.

“Only for a little bit, though. I’m tired as hell.” You said, downing the whiskey shot.

“Sure,” Jesse waved you off with a knowing look, ordering a couple more rounds for you all. You laughed, going along with his antics as always. You had known Jesse since you were young— he was the one who had vouched for you in this group, who had helped you gain the respect that you had today.

You let out a hiss at the burning feeling of that whiskey going down your throat, slamming the shot glass back onto the table.

“I’ll have what they’re havin’.” You heard that familiar husky voice from next to you. Billy Bonney stood with a small smirk toying on his lips as he sat down on the stool next to you. He nodded at the bartender when he slid him said shot, the outlaw throwing it back without hesitation.

“Where you been, cowboy?” You asked, slightly tipsy.

“Been at the Saloon playin’ Poker.” He responded.

“You win?”

His smirk only grew. “Sure did. It was a big pot too,”

“Good for you, Billy.” You smiled, turning back to grab you and him another shot. “To your winnings.” You cheered, the pair of you clinking your glasses together before downing them.

“Aye, y’all get that cattle?” He asked, leaning closer to you with a quieter voice. “Y’all stink of gunpowder.”

“Nah,” You shook your head. “Their boys came out— the shots scared the cattle away, and we ain’t have enough ammo to fight ‘em off so we had to cut and run. Shot a couple of them, though.”

He hummed. “We’ll get ‘em next time, Y/N, don’t worry.”

“I hope so. Jesse here is runnin’ up his tab right now and we barely got enough cash to buy food.” You shook your head with a bitter smile. “Aye, at least we got liquor.”

“We’ll figure it out— we always do.” Billy reminded with a comforting smile.

“Yeah.” You sighed, trying to push the worries away. You downed one last shot before pushing yourself off the bar stool. “Alright, boys, that bath is callin’ my name. See y’all tomorrow.” You turned, heading to the stairs as you heard a string of good nights.

After washing up, you put on a comfortable nightgown, heading to the room that matched the key Jesse had given you.

You carelessly threw the door open, the towel in your hands still wringing out your wet hair. But said towel almost fell from your grip once you saw a shirtless Billy standing in the middle of your room.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” You apologized as soon as his confused gaze landed on yours, backing out of the room. “Thought this was my room,”

He sighed, throwing on the shirt he was changing into before you walked in. “You’re good. Jesse told me downstairs that he ain’t have enough cash to get me a room— Hope you don’t mind, but I’d rather bunk with you than the one of the boys.”

“Oh, yeah, no, you can sleep in here. I don’t mind,” You nodded, walking in and shutting the door, placing your gun-belt down on the nightstand. Your eyes drifted to the small twin bed before you, your gaze going back up to Billy’s nervously.

“I can sleep on the floor, it’s alright.” He immediately tried to come up with a solution, already knowing what you were thinking of.

“Billy, I’m sure your back hurts just as bad as mine— if not more.” You waved him off. “I don’t want you to wake up even more sore tomorrow. It’s fine.. I ain’t scared of sleepin’ in the same bed as you. Unless you’re scared of sharin’ with me,” You lightly teased, laying down onto the bed, opening the covers for him.

A soft smile crept onto his lips. “Now, why would I be afraid of such a pretty lil’ thing like you?” He poked back, his words sending a blush to your cheeks as he got into bed, taking you up on your offer. The bed was quite small, and to ensure Billy wouldn’t fall off you were kinda hanging off the side.

A giggle left your lips. “There’s no way I’m not gon’ roll off this bed in my sleep and face plant onto the floor.”

He laid on his back, one arm thrown behind his head so he could look down at you. His gaze lingered onto yours for a moment— and you could see the gears turning in his brain. “Here,” He flipped onto his side, his hands slowly tugging you into him so your back was to his chest, his arm loosely hung around your waist. “I won’t let you fall,” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Thank you,” You leaned up to blow out the candle lit next to you before snuggling back into his arms, smiling. “G’night, Billy.”

His arms tightened around you, and you could hear a faint chuckle from behind you, the man placing a soft kiss to your head. “G’night, darlin’.”

[spideyhexx]

mdni; had to write this real quick haha

billy working for your father and you sneak out of your room at night to meet him in a clearing near your ranch. He walks up to you with a smile, "There's my beautiful girl."

"You say that too much," you tell him, he scoffs, a smile still playing on his lips. "Cause 's always true. 'nd I always want my beautiful girl."

You shove at his chest, Billy purposely stumbling back a few steps.

"Can push me away all you want, baby, I'll want you just as much," he chuckles as he says it.

"Does it turn you on, too?" Your eyes flit down below his belt where his hard-on is showing then back to his eyes. Billy smiles more. "Oh, you caught me."

You smirk at him and move up closer until you can feel his body heat, his hands moving to your hips in an instant. But your hand rests right against his bulge, pressing your palm on it ever so slightly. "You're gettin' me riled up, we don't have much time," he mutters, clearing his throat, trying to feign some composure.

"Oh, I know, Billy. I know," and you press your palm firmer against him, rubbing him slowly over his pants, Billy's body involuntarily moving forward, his forehead pressing to yours.

"'M gonna go insane," he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as you continue palming him, only feeling him get harder. Billy tries to keep his breathing steady, but he lets out a shaky breath and you chuckle.

"Laughin'? You're laughin' at me?" His tone sounds annoyed, but he's smiling, his nose bumping yours the moment your fingers begin to fiddle with the buttons of his pants, undoing them. You peck his lips as you slip your hand into his pants. He bites his lip, stifling a groan when your hand wraps around his hard and pretty cock, stroking your hand up and then back down along the length of it.

You look down to watch yourself touch him, catching the sight of his tip and the way his hips press closer to your touch. You think to tease him more about how aroused he is this quick but you bite your tongue, focusing on how warm he feels, how thick he feels in your hand. Billy's jaw clenches as he grits his teeth. "You can make noise, there's no one here," you tell him, and he nods. "I know, sweetheart, but I can't risk it."

And it makes your heart drop for a moment, but then part of you savors the way his face screws up in pleasure. His teeth bite down on his lip as you quicken your pace, your hand jerking him just the way he likes it, your thumb swirling over his leaking tip and spreading the precum on his dick, which at the very least earns you a little moan from him. With each stroke, he wants to melt more into your touch. You take a second to focus on the head again, pressing your thumb to it, swirling your finger once more, and smiling as he tries to hold back his moans.

He closes his eyes a little tight, he grunts when you reach further down to caress the pads of your fingertips against his balls before returning to his cock.

"You're trouble," he mumbles and you feel the urge to shove him again but you hold back. "Yeah? Is it worth it?" You squeeze him in a gentle touch, stilling your hand. Billy opens his mouth to say something but then you start up your movements again, your grasp on him firm and purposeful as you jerk him, his hips trying to buck again but he stops himself, his words dying in the back of his throat.

So he just nods, sloppily kissing the corner of your lips, "I missed," he whispers. You giggle and kiss him correctly, swallowing a moan as you pump your hand faster. "'M warnin' you, 'm close," he says against your lips.

Billy gives your bottom lip a small kiss, his breath hitching when your thumb rubs his tip again. "Want you to come for me," you whisper to him, grinning at the way he shifts on his feet at your words.

"I will...I want to...fuck," he breathes out, leaning forward like he's gonna kiss you, but he lets out a moan instead, tipping his head back.

"I know, baby," you coo at him, leaning your head to his shoulder and looking down at your hand and his cock, the slight wet sound of your actions, your heavy breathing, and his muffled moans are the only things that can be heard right now. His cock twitches in your hand, "c'mon, come for me. Please?"

And you tilt your head up to look at him just as he looks down at you. Your eyes are big and your bottom lip jutting out just a little does it for him. Billy lets out a low grunt as he spills into your hand, no doubt making a mess of his pants as his come spurts out of him.

"Fuckin'...trouble," he mutters and shakes his head as he looks down at the mess, then at you as you remove your hand, licking his release off of your fingers with your eyes glued to his.

"Think your father would mind if I keep you out just a little longer?" He's joking, your father not even knowing you're there right now, but you shrug, quirking your lips into a smile as you start to walk away.

Billy doesn't let you get far, running over and wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, spinning you around. "No fuckin' way you're leavin' like that, get your damn pants off."

let's chat about billy, here :)

[ghost-facess]

all that's been going through my head recently

[goosita]

billy antrim is smooth

he pulls you in with strong hands at your waist, warmth radiating off of him. his chest is broad and sturdy where your hands fall against it, flannel shirt soft and worn. there’s a group of other men somewhere in the corner of the saloon, playing at their guitars and fiddles while the oil lamps keep the place lit in a hazy glow.

“hey, sweetheart,” he drawls, giving you a crooked smile. so boyish and sweet despite the heat simmering in his eyes. “missed ya today.”

he’s been out in the sun, that much you can tell. his cheeks are redder than usual, freckles dotting his nose faintly. dust has settled in the wisps of dark hair that fray out from underneath his hat. he smells like grass and sunshine, something masculine and heavy below the surface. billy’s been pulling long days, doing work he never really tells you about. all you know and need to know is that he’ll come find you at the end of the day, he always does.

everyone in town always called him “the kid”, but by the time you’d met billy, he was all man. his jaw sharp and stubbled, tall and broad and firm, unyielding. he commanded attention, even when he didn’t mean to. billy antrim holds himself confidently, self-assured. he had a natural leadership to him, something that it caused people to look at him and see him. the men watch him with mixtures of admiration and envy, and the women watch him with longing and desire.

“missed you too, billy,” you say with a smile in return. and its true; you always miss him during the day. billy haunts your thoughts when the sun is up, then slinks into your arms when the moon replaces it.

he pulls you in tighter to his body, his hand splayed across your lower back pressing you flush against him. his grin twitches up a little higher at the little gasp that his actions pulls from you. this close, you can feel exactly how much he’d missed you pressing into your lower belly through your skirts.

“i know, baby.” he dips his head to skim the tip of his nose along your cheek, his breath tickling your ear. “can’t wait to get you alone,” he whispers, pressing the softest kiss below your jaw. you knew people were probably staring, his bold display of affection in such a public space making you shiver. it didn’t really matter much, though. everyone knew you were his girl anyway.

“slow down, cowboy. i’m havin’ a nice time right here, actually,” you tease. billy lets out a breathy chuckle that makes your stomach do fluttery things.

the boys in the corner continue to play and you let billy sway you to their song, keeping his heavy palm at your lower back and holding your hand in his free one.

“alright. you want slow, i’ll be slow for ya,” he whispers, mirth dancing in his gaze. “anything you want, darlin’.”

always so in control, your man is. but he bends for you, lets you take his reigns. you know he’ll always give it to you. billy antrim is steadfast and unwavering, until you look at him with your pretty eyes and sweet lips. when you tell him what you want, that becomes his whim too then.

later on, when your wants begin to melt into each other until neither of you can wait any longer, billy keeps his promise. the way he undresses you and pushes you gently down onto his bed is slow, even slower when his lips and tongue caress everywhere on your body he can reach until you’re gasping and mewling his name.

slow even as he rolls his hips into you, feeling the way your thighs tremble around his waist. his hands take their time caressing the length of your arms before his fingers are wrapping around your wrists, pinning them into the pillows above your head. his mouth does wicked things against your own, his tongue teasing and teeth nipping softly.

when you beg for him to move faster, he smirks against your lips and shakes his head.

“nuh uh. you wanted slow, remember? we’re gonna be slow tonight.”

he chuckles at your whine, making a cheeky point to push hips hips even more unhurriedly. his pubic bone grinds against your clit at every press, making your back arch. his cock grazes against a spot inside you that makes you sob his name, relentless even as he takes his sweet time with you. it’s overwhelming, the sweetest torture as he moves against you. his bare skin sliding against yours feels like velvet, smooth and soft and warm.

he’s everywhere all at once, and you relish in being completely at his mercy. his sheets smell like him, splayed out around you as you writhe; his mouth only ever leaves yours to find a new spot to kiss, lick, bite. his hushed voice fills your ears, low moans and filthy praises that make your cunt squeeze even tighter around him. billy’s a solid weight above you, completely surrounding you and all of your senses. he’s taking you apart piece by piece and you let him.

when you finally fall over the edge, it feels like it lasts for ages. your body shudders and you pant, whimpering as billy whispers praises in your ear.

“that’s it, baby. cum on my cock, just like that. fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, and you can tell he’s close too. your thighs tighten around him, hips lifting to meet each thrust of his until he’s groaning and dropping his head to your shoulder, spilling inside of you. his body shines in the moonlight with a thin sheen of sweat, hot to the touch and sensitive.

billy antrim is smooth where you need him to be, when he occupies your thoughts at all hours of the day and lures you into his bed at night.

a/n: shoutout to the anon who told me about the black velvet edit on tiktok and also @ voidaconitum for making said edit

[babydollemsy]

laying in a field with billy and telling him all about your day

[astess]

ugh i could really use a hat rn if only...

[milliesfishes]

MILLIEEE idk if ur taking requests but imagine when billy and his girl’s relationship is relatively new and shes like the innocent one out of her group of gals and when billy starts taking interest in her they kind of get jealous and put her down to encourage her to stop seein him

But ofc billy being billy talks it out when she starts acting up and makes it all better and has her see that her friends aren’t really true friends

౨ৎ꣑ৎbilly with an innocent girl౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

Having never been courted before, being with Billy threw you for a whirl.

Though you'd never experienced it yourself, you'd heard the stories from your friends of men who were charmless and didn't pretend to be otherwise. You always listened with wide eyes, taking in information to save for the future. Men seemed to be good for nothing.

But then you met the outlaw with soft eyes as blue as the summer sky. When he'd expressed interest, you were cautious, but his gentle nature and kind words disarmed you. He was nothing like what people said. The way some men spoke about him, he belonged down in the fiery pits.

Your friends had been puzzled when Billy started to approach you, always coming up to you afterwards and asking curiously what he'd wanted. Their eyebrows knit in skepticism, the tone of their voices light. Each reaction confused you. What was so confusing about it all?

Billy couldn't have been sweeter if he tried. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and big hands, but he touched you so gently when he did, acting as though you could shatter you. He cupped your face with hands roughened from work, tracing every freckle and pore. You never felt anything less than cared for near him.

He was your first kiss, his lips careful until you didn't want them to be. The feeling of his scruff on your chin and his hand on your waist sent a thrill through you, and you'd clasped your fingers around the collar of his shirt to draw him closer. Billy indulged you when you wanted to kiss him, which was nearly always. You felt like a new woman sitting in his lap in the privacy of the trees, his lips moving in sinful ways against yours. This was kissing? No wonder everyone liked it so much.

You were so excited to finally have some experience to talk about with your friends that the next time you met up it all came pouring out. The handsome rogue with pretty eyes had kissed you silly and walked you home afterward.

Twisting the skirt of your dress in your hands, a rosy glow over your face, you relayed the events, bouncing slightly on your heels. Even the thought of Billy was enough to send you into a tizzy.

"We were out for hours," you emphasized, now playing with a strand of hair, relishing in the interested expressions of your friends. "And he kissed me."

"Really?" Your blonde friend exchanged a look with her brunette companion. "That's funny."

Your heart did a funny jolt. "What do you mean?"

"Oh-" There was a little smile on your brunette friend's face. "Well, it's only a matter of time for you."

"Until what?" Your fingers abandoned your strand of hair.

"Sweetie-" the blonde started. "You'd better enjoy it while you've got his attention. Men like that don't stick around for very long."

Confusion was swirling around in your mind. Billy hadn't shown any signs that you had seen so far. He seemed to enjoy kissing and loving on you as much as you did him.

But then again, your friends had a lot more experience than you did. Billy was your first everything, and you thought until now that it was wonderful.

Your brunette friend stepped in. "Can you think of any reasons he'd stay with you?" She raised her eyebrows, waiting.

The question rendered you speechless. You rifled through your mind for something, anything to prove them wrong. You were...nice? You nearly brought up kissing again, but he could get that better and, in larger quantity, somewhere else.

Taking in your silence, your blonde friend patted your shoulder, shrugging. "Well, he likes you now, I suppose." She linked arms with your other friend, and they vanished into the general store, leaving you cooking in the sun with your thoughts.

Every word haunted you, printing itself on the walls of your brain and lingering around your every other thought. You made it home in a daze, falling flat on your bed and staring at the ceiling.

It wasn't any secret that Billy was an experienced man. Even if he'd never told you upfront about it, it was obvious. No man who looked the way he did, who'd been as many places as he had could walk away without a notch or two on his bedpost. Even you weren't naive enough to know that.

Was that all you were to him? A conquest? You'd heard of men with a penchant for innocence. Maybe your lack of experience was attractive for him. But once he'd gotten what he wanted, would he drop you and move on? Maybe realize that he didn't like girls who didn't know what they were doing and move on to someone prettier. Someone who did know what they were doing. Someone like one of your friends.

You dragged yourself out of bed the next morning with a newfound determination. Today you'd go for a ride, maybe clear your head and figure out what to do. He'd graced your dreams, with his hints of a smile and pretty blue eyes. You'd woken confused, the roughened edges of your feelings sharpening themselves on your heart.

A ride was just the thing you needed.

The shadows of the trees were rejuvenating. You breathed in the forest air, leaning in to stroke the mane of your horse. Calm began to circulate through your veins again, and you began to let go of some of the hurt. It didn't matter out here, where there was nothing except you, your horse, and your thoughts.

Stopping under a tree, you dismounted to let your horse graze, settling against the trunk and sighing, tilting your face up toward the sun. There was a patch of daises to your right, and you ghosted your fingers over the petals. They were soft, kissing your fingers with the lightest touch.

You pulled a few from the earth, tangling their stems together in a knot. And then again. And again. Soon you had a chain, curling over your thighs and knees. The repeated motions were relaxing, and you smiled to yourself, tilting your head into the tree.

Something snapped, and you jolted, tensing as you looked up. It was so sudden you thought you were dreaming. Billy, standing before you looking as handsome as ever, the beginnings of a smile on his lips. "Hi, sweetheart."

Stunned, you didn't say anything, shyly looking up at him. He shook off your silence, coming to crouch close to you. You tried not to become distracted by the sight of his thighs straining against his pants. Billy eased himself onto the ground, arms resting casually on his bent knees. Removing his hat, he ran a hand over his dark messy curls, breathing life into them where they had been flattened. You fidgeted with your daisy chain, everything you'd been trying to forget flooding you again.

He watched you for a moment before speaking again, picking up another flower and twirling it between his fingers. "I was at yours and you weren't there."

"Oh." You said it softly, finally daring to look into his eyes. Where you expected disappointment was only observation.

Billy reached out, setting the flower on your lap. "You okay, sweet girl?" Your heart twitched.

Nodding slowly, you kept your eyes on him, your friends' words still bouncing around in your head.

He frowned, just the littlest bit. "Hey...what's on your mind, sunshine? I know somethin's wrong."

Bunching your lips to the side, you tried not to let the weight of what you'd been carrying break you down. The worst part of it all was how humiliated you were. For not knowing better, for letting yourself get into a situation like this where you could get hurt. There was nothing you despised more than your naivety at this moment.

"Do you...?" you started, and he nodded encouragingly. "Do you...like me?"

His shoulders slumped. "Do I like you?" When you nodded in confirmation, he reached for your hand, squeezing it. "I do."

"Why?" you asked almost immediately.

His brow furrowed. "Where's this comin' from?"

"Nothing." Now you were embarrassed for another reason. "Forget it. It's nothing."

"What happened, baby?" he asked quietly. "Someone say somethin'?" When you were quiet, Billy cupped your cheek in one warm hand. "C'mon, talk to me. We can make this right, I promise."

He said it so smoothly that you believed him. Shivering, you sat up, still playing with the daisies on your lap. "I just...I don't...you've been with other women."

The statement was blunt, and you immediately regretted it. Billy raised his eyebrows. "Yes." He seemed surprised by the question but not put off.

You shifted uncomfortably. "Why would you want to be with me when I'm not like them? You were my first kiss."

Billy's lips turned up, and he nodded. "I was."

"And I just don't understand why you'd want to be with me and I'd rather you end it with me now if you're just gonna move on in a week or so," you burst out, looking into his eyes. Now he finally looked stunned.

Billy shook his head instantly. "Hey now...why'd you ever think that...?" You took in a shaky breath, watching him go speechless. He searched your eyes, and you began to tear up when he whispered, "Oh, baby. No, no no..." When he reached for you, you didn't resist, letting him drag you into his arms. Your daisy chain fell into the grass, but he retrieved it, setting it back on your legs.

Despite yourself, you let your head rest on his shoulder, and he rested his hand at the crown of your head, the weight of it making you slump further into him. He pressed a kiss to your hair, and you sniffled, a tear or two falling.

"Sweetheart, I care about you so much," he said carefully, holding you tight to him. You grasped at his broad shoulders, sliding your arms around his neck. "You're the sweetest girl I ever knew. You gave me a chance and that means more than anything."

"Why wouldn't I?" You looked up, and he thumbed a tear from your cheek.

He half smiled. "You'd be surprised, sunshine." Tucking some hair behind your ear, he kept his touch soft, and you leaned into it. "But I'm more worried about why you think I wouldn't love you."

"I was talking to my friends," you mumbled, closing your eyes when he thumbed your cheek again.

"What'd they say, baby?" You opened your eyes, and he brushed away the tear that fell as you did.

The sting of their words when they were first delivered was relived when you repeated them. Billy nodded once you were done, leaning in to kiss your forehead. He held you to him for a few more minutes before he spoke. "I'm not plannin' on leaving you behind, sweet girl. You're the one thing in this place I stay for."

"Why?" you whispered, and he lifted your hand to his lips.

"You're too good of a girl for a man like me to corrupt and leave," he said quietly, his tone so sincere you could have cried. "My girl...I'd be a fool to leave you. Not when you've been the best thing about my life since you came into it." He lifted one of your unstrung daisies and wound the stem behind your ear. "You make me better. You make everything better and beautiful because you’re better and more beautiful than everything.”

Burying your face in his neck, you sniffled, clinging to him and letting him rub your back. Billy held you close, kissing your temple and whispering into your hair. “You’re so good. I never would have thought I’d have a chance to even look at someone like you. I’m lucky every time you wanna kiss me, let alone do more.” He kissed your brow. “We’re moving at your pace, sweetness. I’m not in any rush when I wanna be with you a long, long time.”

"Billy," you breathed, cuddling into him. The sun was shining in spots through the trees, as if the world had sealed its approval of the two of you. It was funny what you'd noticed- life became fonder of you when you were loved.

Shifting so his back was now against the tree, Billy pressed two kisses to your head and guided you to lie back against his chest, the warmth making you feel like a cat curled up in a sunspot. Bracing an arm over your collarbone, Billy hummed an old tune, one you recognized but didn't know the words to. He loved music when he was happy, and you'd heard him cycle through all the songs he knew more than once.

You lifted your hands to rest on his forearm where he'd rolled up the sleeve of his shirt, tracing the bone of his arm. This was more than comfort, it was security. A promise, and he didn't promise carelessly.

The next time you were in town, it was at his side, and he was holding your hand proudly as he led you down the street. You followed happily, knowing that he'd let you take the lead any time you wanted. But you trusted him to get you where you wanted to go.

Your blonde and brunette friends were off to the side, and they began whispering once you set eyes on them. Shrinking a little, you risked a look at Billy, but his eyes were already on you. With the littlest smile, he stopped you right in front of where they were standing, bending to kiss you in a way that made you dizzy.

When you folded your arms around his neck, he caught you around the waist, lifting you just slightly off your feet. You giggled into his mouth, and he pressed a few soft kisses to your smile before setting you back on your feet. Not bothering to turn to see your friends' faces, you felt weak in the knees when he kissed your knuckles, then plucked his hat off his head and nestled it onto yours.

Knocking the brim up, he kissed you once more. "There you are. Much better."

[its3nvy]

Hello I was wondering if you could do a billy bonney hc on cuddling with him.

Billy the Kid cuddling hc's

Note : I'm so obsessed with this man, send help pls

word count: 500

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Billy was all about that elaborate sweet talk, weaving the cutest, most endearing words into your ear, making you blush and playfully roll your eyes—all of which you secretly loved.

His favorite thing was waking up in the morning with you in his arms. As the sun filtered through the window, he'd hold you a little tighter, savoring the warmth and the moment before the challenges of the day began.

Random kisses were his trademark. Neck, forehead, back of the hand, shoulders, cheeks, nose—everywhere. It was his way of expressing affection in simple, unexpected ways.

Being the big spoon was his favorite position. Feeling you all bundled up in his arms, pressed snugly against his chest, gave him a sense of security. It was like he could shield you from everything, even if he knew you were perfectly capable of handling things on your own. But in those moments, it was his way of offering a little extra comfort.

He loved touching you—tracing the lines of your face, combing his hand through your hair—every caress a silent declaration of his affection. 

Billy had this natural calm energy about him, and whenever you were with him, especially during cuddle sessions, his calming aura just rubbed off on you. His presence had a magical way of soothing your troubles, whether you were upset, angry, or just had a rough day.

On days when guilt about his mom and brother weighed heavily on Billy, he'd bury his face in your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. Holding him tightly, you'd assure him that you were there to take away his sadness, and he'd respond with a soft smile, finding comfort in your embrace.

Tangled legs were a must when cuddling with Billy. If not, he'd instantly throw his legs over yours, claiming that it was the only way he ever got truly comfortable.

Serious, deep talks were inevitable during cuddle sessions with Billy. He was an open book with you, trusting you with his life. He never pressured you to discuss anything you weren't comfortable with, and he was equally game for lighthearted talks, cherishing every moment spent in your company.

Even when asleep, Billy stayed connected. If you shifted during the night, there was always an arm searching for that reassuring touch. The man couldn't sleep well without feeling you close.

Your fingers tracing the muscles of his arms or the veins sent shivers of delight through Billy. It was a simple act that soothed him, a tactile reassurance of your connection.

Both of you were obsessed with listening to each other's heartbeats. Falling asleep with one of your heads on the other's chest became a nightly ritual, a symphony of heartbeats lulling you into peaceful slumber. It was a shared intimacy that deepened your bond.

Billy loved it when you played with his hair. The hums of appreciation and the subtle smiles were proof that he cherished the simple act of you running your fingers through his curls.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[enviedear]

A request throught for billy the kid.

He goes to a bar where a barmaid owns and works there, and they sleep together, and when he comes back, she has a little boy running around that looks a whole lot like him....

girl from the north country — billy bonney

request

i got this ask and my brain immediately went 'bob dylan rendition of girl from north country' because this trope has that song written all over it.

tw— allusions to the deed, hidden baby trope, use of, 'momma' as a pet name.

less than three years ago, you made the grave decision to bed an outlaw. he was sweet and soft with you, sweet talking his way into your britches. it had been a fun night, but despite your delighted evening, a sinking feeling took hold of you the minute he caught your eye.

his name was billy. or at least, he went by billy. he was a mess of dark brown hair, kind blue eyes, and honest nature. it felt like fate when you saw him. he had been sitting at the bar, quiet and lonesome. you found it easy to talk to him.

he had given you a bright smile, engaging you in casual conversation as the night turned to morning. slipping out with you when you closed down the bar, only to follow you up the road to your small homestead.

you had never seen him before, but after he left town, you soon learned exactly who he was. wanted posters with his likeness followed his trail, leaving you tight-lipped about the entire situation.

it was about six months after his visit that your lips finally began to move, coming up with fruitless excuses for the townspeople. by then, your stomach had already started to round, bulging into something plain and inescapable. at first, you were terrified and even considered fleeing to another town and opting to try and pass as a widow. even now, despite yourself, the thought lingers in the back of your mind.

you've been lucky though, the town is nice enough to not ask you questions. just watchful stares and a few upturned noses. you kept your job at the gin mill, working through the night while your married friend watched the baby.

you've found yourself a quiet life—a growing meadow of life hidden in the hellish and desolate west.

with a sigh, you turn your attention back to the clothesline, grabbing at the last of the dry garments and flinging them in your basket. there's a storm brewing close in the distance, and a loud crack of thunder has the small child at your feet fretting.

you pick up your fussy toddler, his pink lips curled into a frown, "c'mon bubba, s'just a little storm."

you glance at the darkening sky, feeling the first droplets of rain on your skin. the wind picks up, causing the clothesline to sway with a creak. cradling your son in your arms, you hurry inside, leaving the clothes in your haste of trying to beat the approaching storm.

inside the cozy warmth of your small homestead, you try to soothe the worried toddler in your arms. the distant rumble of thunder grows louder, and you decide it's best to stay cooped up, work be damned. as you settle into a rocking chair, softly humming a lullaby to the sweet boy in your arms, the rain begins to patter against the window.

the hours pass slowly, the storm raging outside, when a sudden knock on the door startles you. with caution, you approach and peer through the small window and see a tall figure drenched in rain, barely recognizable underneath his sopping hat.

you open the door, and the man looks up. his eyes are kind, and eerily familiar. looking like a drowned man, standing at your door, is billy. he looks apologetic and somewhat sheepish. rainwater drips from the brim of his hat as he mumbles, "m'sorry for showing up like this, i wasn't even sure if you were still here."

you eye him cautiously, memories of your night shared with him resurfacing, but the storm outside softens your resolve, "what brings you here, billy?" you inquire, staring up at the rain-soaked outlaw before you, taking in his genuine expression.

his voice trembles as he confesses that he never meant to stay away for so long— but life on the run has its cruel complications. now, drenched and shivering in the midst of a raging storm, he pleads for refuge in your home, desperation etched onto every word as he begs for forgiveness and a safe haven from his pursuers.

hesitating for a moment, you look back at your toddler playing on the floor. with a sigh, you relent, "alright, billy, you can come in, but just until the storm passes."

as he steps inside, you notice the surprise in his eyes when he sees the boy. he's donned in a darling little linen onesie, your own hands had worked tirelessly over the garment. his bright eyes look between you and billy, the hue of your own eyes evident and the blue of billy's scattered throughout. a perfect blend.

a silence hangs in the air as realization slowly dawns on him. his gaze shifts between you and your little one, and in that moment, he connects the dots.

his voice softens, "is he... is he mine?"

the question sends a shiver down your spine and all of your carefully constructed defenses slowly crumble around you. there's no denying it now, the truth of what had happened was laid bare for both of you to see, innocent face staring up at the both of you. you stand in place, your feet rooted to the ground. you can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you realize the confession you're about to make. taking a deep breath, you finally relent.

a nod is all you can manage, the weight of the unspoken truth lingering in the room. billy takes a step closer to the little boy and you start. but his intentions are gentle as he reaches out to touch the top of his child's head, "i never knew." he murmurs, a mix of regret and wonder in his eyes.

you watch as billy kneels down to meet your son at eye level. the child looks up at him with innocent curiosity, and you can't help but feel a twinge of anger mixed in with the guilt that had been festering inside of you for so long. you had carried the weight of this secret for years, the fear of the townsfolk finding out and ostracizing you and your child from the community. but looking down at billy's face, you know that it's time to come clean.

"he's almost three now, billy," you say softly, the regret in your own voice almost palpable, "i didn't know how to find you...i didn't even know your name back then."

billy's expression softens as he turns to look at you, his eyes full of sorrow, "i understand," he says, his voice gentle. "m'sorry i wasn't there for you. for both o'you."

you nod, knowing his words are earnest, "you couldn't have known." you say quietly.

billy stands up and walks towards you, his arms open. his eyes are sad, but they hold a fierce longing that you can feel despite any attempt to deny it. his body radiates with a warmth that you can't help but feel drawn to, despite all of the fear and regret that fills your heart. you close your eyes, allowing yourself to be enveloped by his embrace, feeling his arms wrap around your body and pull you close.

"i'm sorry," he whispers into your ear. "god, m'so sorry for everything."

you nod, unable to find your voice. the storm outside rages on, but inside, the atmosphere is one of acceptance and forgiveness. you have both been through so much, but now, with the truth out in the open, it feels like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. you look up into billy's eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

"i forgave you a long time ago," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, "figure i can't keep hiding this little one away from his father. not now, wouldn't be right."

billy nods, his eyes now filled with hope, "i want to be a part of his life, if you'll let me," he says, his voice filled with a conviction that sends shivers down your spine.

you nod, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes, "of course," you say, your voice filled with a mixture of relief and sadness. "he deserves to have his daddy."

billy smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners, cupping your cheeks, "what about his momma? seems like she's been gettin' on fine without a man around."

you hum, trying to ignore how easy your heart skips for him, "i reckon she'll make him grovel 'fore she'll be his sweetheart again."

your outlaw lets out a soft chuckle, "then i best get to grovelin', momma."

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[tomblythismyhusband]

hiiiii this is a request for billy!!!

what about a smutty fic where reader is riding billy while wearing his hat!? 🤍🤍

the only reason why i didn’t make this anon is so i can get the notif if you reply 😭😭

ride [billy the kid x fem!reader]

[summary]: billy the kid x fem!reader | When at a party your father was throwing, you meet Billy, a cowboy that spikes your interest.

[warnings]: 18+ MDNI, teasing, pnv, fingering, language, other smut warnings yk, edited this at 2am

[wc]: 2.8k

[note]: thank you sm for the request!! y’all are creative

You hated it when your father threw parties at the ranch. They always got too crowded, too loud, and way too dangerous. You see, cowboys and alcohol weren't always the best mix. Groping hands and lustful stares always came along with it. Your father always wanted you to be present at his little gatherings, to socialize or whatnot.

You dreaded small talk with the other girls present and weren’t interested in any of the drunken cowboys that always made fools of themselves trying to woo you. You stood there, arms crossed, pressed against the wall. Observing. The air was thick with smoke, the smell filling your lungs causing your nose to scrunch slightly.

“How’s it goin’ lil lady?” A voice sounded from your right, causing you to wince. You could practically smell the whiskey of the man’s breath without even turning to face him. Deciding to be polite you directed your attention to the man. It was a blonde cowboy. He was about 5’8”, not insanely tall but not short either. He had an unsettling feeling about him that made you feel immediately uncomfortable.

You gave him a strained smile. “It’s going well.”

The cowboy gave you a drunken smile, leaning his shoulder against the wall limply. “I like yer dress, lace is my favorite. Why… ain't you just a doll.”

You kept your smile, your cheeks hurting with tension at the forced action. “Thank you.” You replied, giving a curt nod.

The man drew closer, making your chest pump with anxiety. You always hated when men thought they could invade your space just because you were a woman. You took a slight step back causing the man to let out a low chuckle.

“You nervous doll? I ain’t gonna hurt ya. You know if you’d follow me I know a nice place we can… well you know….” He slurred, drawing one of his hands up to touch one of the strands of hair cascading over your shoulders. You jolted back, immediately slamming into someone.

Firm hands placed themselves on your shoulders as you ran into whoever it was. You turned your head, looking up quickly. “I’m sor-“

Your eyes connected with the bluest eyes you'd ever seen. You hadn’t thought the phrase “taking your breath away” was true until this moment. You couldn’t breathe. The man before you was gorgeous. Soft brown curls peaked out from under his hat that he wore, framing the sharp angles of his face nicely. The light freckles on his face indicating he’d been in the sun.

“You ok?” He said in a low voice, snapping you out of your trance. You glanced at the blonde cowboy who was still staring at you as if you were a piece of meat. The brown haired cowboy cocked an eyebrow, noticing your discomfort and pleading eyes. He cleared his throat and stared at the blonde man.

“Were you botherin’ my lady?” He asked accusingly towards the man, stepping slightly in front of you. God he was tall.. he seemed to tower over you. The blonde cowboy’s face immediately paled.

“N-no I wa-“ He stuttered.

“No? Then get the fuck out of here.” The brown haired cowboy snapped.

The blonde cowboy gave an incoherent mumble before storming away. You released the breath you were holding in and looked up at the gorgeous man who had just helped you.

“Thank you. I hate talking to men like that.” You sighed. The man laughed. (which made you realize how perfect his lips were as well)

“Men like that?” He chuckled.

You nodded. “Always too drunk and grabby all the time. No respect for anyone’s space.” You made a face of disgust that made the man before you flash another lopsided grin.

“Well.. anytime.” He gave you a smile “What’s your name?” The man asked, leaning up against the wall and crossing his arms. He stepped back, respectfully giving you room to talk. The action alone made your heart thump as your eyes trailed up his body. Even through his shirt you could tell he had some muscle to him.

“Oh- Uhm.. Y/n. Y/n Charles.” You nodded.

The man’s eyes widened. “Oh so this is your ranch? Your father’s always throwin’ parties like this huh?”

You gave him a weak smile. “Yep.. fun right?” You said sarcastically.

He let out another chuckle before looking at you again.

“Billy.” He said lowly, slightly bowing his head.

You tilted your head. Where had you heard that name before? You tried to jog your memory but it was no use. Maybe you had heard your father talking about him, or maybe some girls down at the salon.

“Billy..” You repeated, smiling up at him. “I like it.”

Billy chuckled. “Glad you like it.”

It was weird talking with Billy. You felt a bubble of desire in your stomach that you had never felt when talking to any other man. Now all of a sudden you were imagining his hands on your body, his lips on yours. You thought of his hair, wondering how it would feel if you’d drag your fingers through it.

You stared up at him, and he stared back. It wasn’t awkward, no, it was almost as if you both had an understanding. An understanding of mutual attraction. Billy wet his lips.

He leaned a bit closer, his scent filling your nose. “I know we just met but… your intrestin’ to me.” He said in a low voice.

A small smile pulled at your mouth. “I could say the same…”

Billy leaned in even closer, breath brushing the outside of your ear gently as he spoke. “We could go to your room.. get to know each other better?” His voice was rough, full of unsaid desires that made your heart palpate.

“Are you implying something a lady should be ashamed to talk about?” You teased in a whisper. Billy let out a low chuckle.

“Is that where your mind is at?” He taunted, meeting your gaze. You reached up your fingers and dragged them against the brim of his hat.

“Would it be bad if it was?” You smiled, cocking your head slightly. Billy smirked. He liked how playful you were being.

Billy’s hand found yours and he squeezed it gently, pulling you closer to him. “No… It wouldn’t.” He murmured, making your breath quicken.

You made a little tsk sound and pulled away from him. “You think I’m that easy?” You chuckled. “Nice try cowboy.” You cooed, tapping the tip of his nose playfully. Billy’s eyes widened briefly before his mouth pulled into a smirk.

“Your decision darlin’… See ya, gorgeous.” He tipped his hat then turned to walk away. You watched as he sauntered back into the crowds of people. You bit your lip as your mind replayed the interaction you just had with him. He had called you gorgeous. You couldn’t deny the fact that you found him insanely attractive- perfect even. Why were you playing hard to get? You weren’t sure why.

You continued to roam about the party, talking mindlessly with the ladies there. You tried your hardest to stay engaged in the conversations but your thoughts were still on Billy. Would it be so bad to fool around with him? Even if it was just for tonight? You couldn’t ignore the pulsing feeling in your core when you thought about it. Fuck it.

You excused yourself from whatever and whoever you were talking about quickly and started to glance around for Billy. It was still insanely crowded in the house, causing you to have to constantly say “excuse me” just to get anywhere. You searched the living room for his blue eyes but he wasn’t there. You felt a pang of fear that he had just decided to leave.

Gracefully, you slipped out of the living room and started to make your way down one of the dark hallways of your home. It was empty. The loud clamoring of the party was still heard as you walked, heels clicking on the creaking floorboards.

The bathroom door was also in this hall. You heard it open and turned. There he was.

“Billy-“ You said breathlessly. Billy’s mouth quirked up into a smirk.

“Y/n. Nice to see you again.” He joked.

You walked closer to him, tilting your head up to make eye contact. “Do you want to….”

“Yes.” He replied roughly, cutting you off before you could even finish. He grabbed your hand and led you down the hall and up the stairs, causing you to let out a little chuckle.

Once reaching the top of the stairs, you led the way, guiding him to your bedroom door. You opened it quickly. Billy was the first to step inside, pulling you in after him and immediately shutting the door. He looked around for a moment, taking note of what kind of girl you were. Your bed was made, the room tidy, and flower patterns on almost anything.

“Like it?” You teased, meeting his piercing gaze. He chuckled.

“Darlin’ do you have the key for the lock?”

You nodded quickly, striding over to your beside table to dig for the key in one of the drawers. Once found, you hurriedly locked the door with a simple click.

Upon hearing the sound Billy instantly grabbed your hips and pushed you up against the door. You dropped the key onto the ground, not caring where it ended up. You just wanted Billy right now.

You felt Billy’s bulge pressed into you, making you gasp. By no means were you a virgin- but you weren’t used to this.

“Fuck doll…” Billy rasped. “I don’t know how respectable I can be to you right now..” His grip on your hips tightened. Billy was restraining himself. Even though all he wanted to do right now was to tear off every piece of lacy cloth you were wearing he was holding himself back. You snaked your hands up to place themselves on his shoulders.

“Don’t hold back- I’m all yours tonight.” Before you could even get the last word out, his lips were on yours. The reassurance was helpful, making Billy feel as if you really wanted this. Which you did. Desperately.

Billy’s lips worked against yours with a roughness you’d never known you’d liked. One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pulling you flush against his lips even more. He tasted sweet, the softness of his mouth making you almost melt into him.

He still had his hat on- which you didn’t mind, you liked it. You soon felt his fingers leave your hips and neck and trail down and move to your back, where the laces of your corset were. His hands moved quickly, untying it with ease. You lifted your arms up and broke the kiss as he pulled it off of you and threw it to the side.

His hands then pulled at your dress as you took his lips back onto yours, unbuttoning and buttons needed and letting it slip off your shoulders and onto the floor. He parted from your lips to look down at the lacy cami and cloth shorts you were left in.

“Darlin’ you're just too much.” He groaned, his hands cupping your ass.

You smirked up at him and moved your hand to slide down one of his suspenders. “Let me see you.”

He complied instantly and started to tear off his clothes. When he lifted his shirt you could help but gasp. He was toned, muscled, scarred, perfect. He threw his shirt to the side and you reached a hand to trace a faint scar on his abdomen.

“Knife fight.” He said softly as he unzipped his pants, loving how curious you were. Your hands felt soft on his body, so gentle.

Your eyes flicked up to his. “You're perfect.” Billy chuckled at this, pulling your body closer to his as his pants fell to the ground.

“You're one to talk. I’ve ain’t never seen anyone as gorgeous as ya..” He reached up to take off his hat, but before he could throw it aside you grabbed it.

“Darlin what-?”

“Shh….” You coaxed, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bed. You pushed him gently to sit, and he immediately complied, liking this side of you. You put on the hat with a giggle and shimmied out of your cotton shorts. Billy’s cock twitched in his underwear at the sight. It felt like you were torturing him, depriving him of the touch he starved for.

Next you slid off your cami, letting your breasts sit nicely on your figure, throwing that to the side as well. You stepped forward and bent down slightly to place a palm on Billy’s bulge. He immediately let out a pained moan. “Your tourturin’ me doll.”

You giggled as you ran your other hand down his shoulder. “I could go even slower.” You teased.

Then unexpectedly Billy grabbed your hips and pulled you onto him, causing your let out a yelp of surprise. Billy immediately places his lips on one of your nipples, kissing and swirling his tongue around the area.

“No fair.” You gasped. His hands ran all over your body, as well as his lips.

Billy let out a chuckle, the voice sending a vibrating feeling through your body. “Another second and I would’ve gone crazy darlin’.”

You melted under his touch, his calloused fingertips adding to the realness of his hands. You pulled your fingers through his hair as he kissed your collarbones.

“I need more.” You whined.

Billy smirked. “And to think you had brushed me off the first time I offered this to you down stairs…..”

“Please-“ You begged again. Billy cupped your ass in response to lift you off of his lap so he could yank down the only fabric of his boxers separating him from your cunt.

You looked down at his cock as you straddled him. It was big, you’d never seen one this big before. You bit your lip, Billy squeezed your hips and kissed your jaw.

“Ready darlin’…” He mumbled against your skin. You nodded and he lifted you up, positioning your body over his throbbing cock. You sunk down letting out a strained moan as he filled you up. You were now sitting entirely on him, stretching out the walls of your soaked cunt.

“Take me s’good.” Billy rasped as you started to grind your hips. One of your hands flew up to hold Billy’s hat that still was placed snug on your head. You were so wet he slid right in, no issue. You slowly began to move up and down with Billy assisting you by lifting your hips.

You tilted your head back, squeezing your eyes shut, still keeping the hat on your head. Breathy moans escaped your lips as you moved. Billy picked up the pace, slamming you harder down onto his cock rhythmically.

“Fuck-“ You whimpered as he let out a groan.

“Ride me so good..” He mumbled. His own head was limp as he moved you faster and faster on his cock. Right now you were perfect. So tight. Molded perfectly for him. Your free hand dug into his shoulder. The nail marks left on him would be deep by the end of this.

You rode him harder as tears prickled in your eyes. Every time he slammed into you your body vibrates with pleasure. The tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with precision.

Billy took one of his hands off your hips and moved it to start massaging circles on your clit, adding to the pleasure. You paused your moment for a moment, not expecting the added stimulation. You head slumped onto Billy’s shoulder, body shaking.

You felt Billy’s mouth brush against your ear. "C' mon darlin’.. I’m almost there… You're doing so well.” He praised.

You gave a weak nod and started to move again, a throaty moan escaping Billy’s lips. With his fingers on your clit and his cock slamming your walls you were in heaven.

“Almost there doll.” He groaned again, kissing your neck as you moved on him, your stamina decreasing by the second. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, a sign that you were getting closer.

“Billy-“ You breathed, arching your back, holding his hat still firm on your head.

“I know darlin’, I know..” He murmured as he closed his eyes and let his mouth fall open. You watched as he came, filling your already overstimulated cunt with his cum. Your orgasm hit you as well, sending your body into a fit of shakiness.

You became still, his cock still throbbing with pleasure as you clung to him, your bodies slick with sweat. Billy brushed some of your hair from your forehead and kissed it.

“I like how you kept my hat on.” Billy smirked, looking down at you. “Suits ya.”

You let out a breathless chuckle. “Thank you.”

You tilted your head up to kiss his soft lips. He seemed so tender now, so gentle.

Finally after a while of kissing you slid off of him, cum dripping down your thighs.

“When can I see you again Y/n?” He drawled, holding your waist so you were still close to him.

“Anytime you want to get your hat back.” You teased.

Billy’s eyebrows raised with amusement. “You keepin’ it?”

You kissed his nose. “It’s mine now.”

[saberlight1]

exes and oh’s — billy the kid

pairing: billy bonney x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, Y/N usage, established relationship, possessive!billy, arguments, standard billy the kid warnings.

authors note: im starting to think i have a problem.. 3 fics in one day lmfao. this one was based off of this request— thank you anon. i hope you all enjoy this one <33

masterlist

Ever since the day Billy had asked you to be his, he had thought the constant bugging of men around you would come to an end. But it seemed to be that the Bonney man only noticed those men’s stares towards you even more.

He sat at the bar you currently worked as he watched yet another man eye you from the corner of the room. It made his blood boil, his knuckles turning white from the harsh grip on his shot glass.

“Baby, leave the glass alone.” You teased with that charming smile that made him weak in the knees. “It ain’t done nun’ to ya,”

He put it down, your soft southern accent making his anger simmer down in a instant. “Sorry, honey.”

“What’s got you starin’ daggers over there?” You re-poured his now empty glass with whiskey.

“Them men starin’ at you.” His eyes darkened as he looked at you through his brows, his fingertips circling the rim of the shot glass.

Your tongue darted out across your bottom lip at his admission, his words making a deep want towards your outlaw settle in your gut knowing how protective he was of you.

“They can look all they want, darlin’.” You tried to ease his anger with a gentle voice. “You’re the only one that I’d ever let touch me—you know that.”

“It’s not you I don’t trust.” He murmurs as he leans back, his eyes boring into yours.

“Hey, foxy..” One of the men he was talking about now stood in front of you, slurring his words. “You’re mighty fine, mind if we.. talk somewhere privately?” He winked, making you want to throw up. “I’d love to see how you look under them fine clothes of yours,”

You looked him up and down in disgust. “I’m alright, sir. Got someone else in mind for tonight,” You looked at Billy from the corner of your eye, your cowboy smirking up at you. You sighed as you went to grab the drunken man’s glass to refill—he was still a customer after all.

His grueling grip caught your wrist before you could even grab the glass—almost pulling you over the bar.

“You little bitch, can’t take a real man, huh?” He spat as you let out a yelp, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Back the fuck off.” Billy’s menacing figure appeared from beside the man, throwing the man back by his shoulder, causing him to fall on his ass.

He groaned, but was back on his feet within seconds. “The fuck it mean to you, huh? I wan’ her, so she’s mine.”

The second the man finished his sentence, Billy’s fast fist made contact with his jaw hard, the man being back to his spot on the floor. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ say those words about her.” He hissed, leaning down to place more punches to the man’s bloodied face. You watched in a mixture of horror and admiration—mostly admiration.

The man below him only let out a cackle in return. “Oh, I see. She’s your whore,” He spat blood into Billy’s face, and you swore the whole room stopped at his words.

Billy’s cocked back arm stopped at his words, and within seconds his pistol was pointed at the man’s forehead. “What did you just say?” He yelled. “I’ll fuckin’ kill you—”

You grabbed his forearm, pulling him back up. “Billy, please—” He turned to you, panting as you tried to calm that wild look in his eye. “That piece of shit ain’t worth it, c’mon, baby.” Your eyes flickered between his, and after a moment, he sighed before relenting and putting the gun away.

“Yeah, gotta get your bitch to sort out your favors—” The man continued to talk shit, but Billy cut him off with a swift kick to the ribs.

“Shut the fuck up.” Billy rasped out, looking down upon the man.

“C’mon,” You pulled his hand, taking him to the room in the back. You were glad it was around last call—the bar being mainly empty. You sat him down on some old crates before you turned to grab the spare med-kit you had hidden back there months prior.

Once you had everything ready, you held your hand out, signaling Billy to hand you his cut and bruised knuckles. He did, knowing better than to argue with you on the matter.

Your heart sank in your chest when you first saw them. “Billy, you’ve gotta stop gettin’ into fights over me.” You whispered, your eyes not leaving his hand.

His other hand reached out to angle your jaw so your eyes would met his. “Darlin’, I’m never gon’ stop fightin’ for you. You know that.” He shook his head with a smile. “He ain’t even get a lick in—I’m fine.”

“I know you can handle yourself.” You mutter in reply. “I just don’t like seein’ you hurt. Regardless of how bad—I don’t like it. Nor do I like watchin’ you put yourself in danger for me.” You retort with a pointed look.

His gaze lowered. “Now, lady, let’s not pretend you haven’t done the same. I’ve witnessed some pretty crazy cat fights after hours at the boardin’ house,” He teased, his hand now cupping your jaw.

You sighed, trying to fight back the smile that threatened to break free. “Jus’ please, be careful.”

“Always am.” He leaned forward to kiss the frown off your face, his hands sliding down your body in order to squeeze your hips.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer to your body as you smiled against his lips.

He pulled back, leaning his forehead onto yours. You both sat there for a couple of moments, enjoying the comfortable silence.

You placed one last kiss to his plump lips. “Alright, let me see that hand of yours.” You asked, and when he placed it into yours, you got to work. You disinfected and bandaged it to ensure it wouldn’t get an infection. “That should do it,” You whispered as you finished tying the cloth, leaning down to press a kiss to his knuckles. “Thank you for defendin’ me, honey.”

You swore that even in the darkness of the room you were currently in that you could see his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “I’m always gon’ defend you, baby.” He whispered, pulling you up by your hand to place you in his lap, his arms slithering around you as he placed a kiss to your cheek. He went quiet for a moment before he turned to grab something. You looked at him questionably when you saw that glint in his eye.

He smirked as he placed his signature hat onto your head. “There.” He admired his work as he fixed your hair, styling it to compliment the hat. “That should tell all those fuckers that you’re mine.”

Your teeth sunk into his bottom lip at his words as your eyes flickered between his. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You whispered, the tip of his hat hitting his head as you leaned in to reconnect your lips again.

He didn’t mind—he thought it looked better on you anyways.

[spideyhexx]

rewatching Billy the kid because I’m sick and

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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