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CALLING ALL READERS. I NEED YOUR HELP

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I'm back from my hiatus, and I've decided to reorganize my writings. I have pulled them all and have picked the best ones to keep. Now, I need you to pick which story you want to read first. Make sure to check out the synopsis before you make your choice.

I do apologize, there was an issue with the last poll I had created. Please if you voted before, just take a moment to revote.

*Poll is open for O N E W E E K *One-shots are not included in this list.

all story synopses are located here.

To those who are seeing this and don't enjoy "𝕩 Reader" fanfictions:

I apologize. I just want to reach as many people as possible. I have been away for a long time. Perhaps suggest another way for me to tag if it bothers you since this wasn't an issue when I used to write.

Again:

all story synopses are located here.

VOTING IS OVER.

First story will be

A Palace Full of Cranks

[the-fiction-witch]

Ma'am

Media - Godless (Netflix) Character - Whitey Winn Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18+ Nudity/ breast play/ nipple play/ fingering/ pinv/ riding/ Word Count - 3406

Whitey was struggling, he had been since she arrived. Sherrif Mcnue had brought in this girl apparently she was wanted for some train robberies on the east line. But that wasn't what whitey was struggling with. God damn she was beautiful, a sexy little lady. The moment whitey saw her he was convinced she walked right out of his fantasy, and being the only young guy In a town full of old ladies and kids was... Making him more than a little desperate. Just looking at her in the cell he was struggling to think straight, keeping a hand under the desk as he rubbed his pants almost trying to jerk off through his pants as he looked at her.

Y/n didn't notice or at least didn't seem to care sitting on the bed in the small cell separated from the main sheriff's office by only the iron bars. She wore an off-the-shoulder blouse and a long blue skirt picking at her nails in boredom after the sheriff went home some hours ago leaving her just with the deputy whitey Winn. Who she noticed kept looking at her but tried ignoring it.

Whitey's eyes drifted back to Y/n, his gaze lingering on the curve of her neck. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to appear nonchalant despite the growing bulge in his pants. “So, Miss... uh... what's your name again?” he asked, attempting to sound suave but coming across as awkward instead. He stood up, walking over to the cell door and leaning against it, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes roamed over her face, drinking in every detail.

She met his gaze noticing how he looked at her, "Y/F/N." She answered "Or just Y/n" she said her eyes briefly noticing his hard-on

Whitey's face flushed, and he quickly looked away, pretending to examine the lock on the cell door. His hands were shaking slightly as he tried to compose himself. “Oh, uh, nice to meet ya, Y/F/N,” he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or, uh, Y/n, yeah.” He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. As he glanced back at her, their eyes met again, and Whitey felt a jolt run through his body. “I mean, can I get you somethin'? Water or maybe a blanket?”

"I'm fine thank you," She nodded,

Whitey's eyes lingered on her face, his mind racing with ways to get closer to her. He took a step back, trying to appear nonchalant, but his eyes betrayed him as they continued to drink in the sight of her. “Alright, well, I guess I'll just...check on things then,” he muttered, turning away from the cell door and making his way towards the office area. As he walked, he couldn't help but sneak glances back at Y/n, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way about someone who was supposed to be locked up, but he couldn't help himself. When he reached the counter, he leaned against it, running a hand through his messy blond hair. His eyes drifted back to the cell, where Y/n was watching him with an unreadable expression. "Miss Y/n I uhh need to do a little check just uhh come up to the bars okay?" He told her quickly grabbing some handcuffs secretly,

She did as he asked coming up to the bars

Whitey quickly locked her hands into the cuffs leaving her unable to move from the bars

"What did you need to check?" She asked

Whitey's eyes locked onto hers, a sly grin spreading across his face, “Just makin' sure you're secure,” he drawled, He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “You know, for your own safety.”His fingers brushed against her wrists, “I don't want anything happenin' to you while you're under my care,” whitey couldn't resist any longer his hands moved inside the bars grabbing her ass,

"Hey!" She protests

But whitey was on another planet. His fingers dug deeper, squeezing her soft flesh as he moaned softly, his eyes rolling back in his head “Oh, God...you feel so good,” he whispered, his lips inches from her ear. He pressed himself harder against her, his erection straining against his pants as he ground against her.

Y/n's protests turned to gasps as Whitey's mouth dropped open, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of her ear.

“Mmm...so sweet,” his voice was husky with desire, whitey found his hips literally humping her like a puppy as he found himself unable to function now he was touching her. His hands slid up and grabbed her breasts feeling the weight of them in his hands "Oh my god- you feel so good... Ohh, baby... Baby... Uhhh fuck I could play with these forever! I know I know Y/n I'm so sorry but please god just let me touch you!" He moaned His fingers dug deeper, squeezing her soft flesh as he moaned softly, his eyes rolling back in his head. Without warning it happened. Whitey felt a shot like a pistol and he came in his pants.

"...oh my god- did you -" Y/n asked unsure if she could gag from disgust or feel terrified of this deputy,

Whitey's eyes snapped shut, his face contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and shame as he groaned loudly, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm “Aaah... oh, yeah... sorry, baby... just got carried away…”

"... Either your really fucking frustrated or I'm apparently the sexiest woman in New Mexico" she joked trying to break the tension as she did kinda feel bad for whitey

Whitey's eyes slowly opened, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he looked down at the wet spot on his pants. “Well...I reckon it's both,” he chuckled, trying to laugh off the awkwardness. He took a step back, attempting to compose himself, but his gaze kept drifting back to Y/n's amused expression. “But, you're definitely the sexiest woman in New Mexico,” he said, his voice low and husky. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. “I uhh I am really sorry…”

"that's okay." She nodded feeling rather sympathetic as whitey wasn't being a creep he just seemed genuinely sweet and kinda innocent almost. She felt like she couldn't really get mad at him for what he did he just couldn't help himself. "I uhh... You know I don't mind if you want to play with them" she said glancing to her breasts with a gentle smile

A warm flush spread across Whitey's cheeks as he gazed at Y/n, his eyes shining with gratitude. “Really? You'd...let me?” He sounded like a kid asking for permission to play with a favourite toy, his voice full of hope and longing. Without waiting for her answer, he leaned forward, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached out to cup her breasts once more. “I promise I'll be gentle,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “I guess I owe you an apology, ma'am,” Whitey said, trying to salvage what was left of his pride. “Guess I got a little...overexcited.”

"When was the uh last time you?" She asked gently

Whitey's face turned bright red as he shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room before finally coming to rest on Y/n's concerned expression “Honestly? It's been... a while.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I've been pretty busy with work and stuff. And, well…” Whitey's gaze drifted away, lost in thought as he stared blankly into space “It's just...I haven't exactly been getting a lot of opportunities,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not exactly the most popular guy in town, if you know what I mean.”

"awww you poor thing... Well I think you're cute" she cooed trying to make him feel better

Whitey's face lit up with a radiant smile as Y/n's words washed over him, soothing his wounded ego “You think I'm cute? Really?” He sounded like a kid who'd just been given the best Christmas present ever, his eyes sparkling with delight as he gazed adoringly at Y/n. “Aw, shucks,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion, as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “I reckon that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.”

"you know if you want I don't mind you... You know. Getting out your frustration" she smiled "if you unlock my hands your more then welcome to have your fun."

Whitey didn’t hesitate unlocking her hands and immediately unlocking her cell to go inside with her, grabbing her breasts once more,

Y/n happily let him, leaning against the bars of her cell letting whitey enjoy her breasts. After a few seconds of his groping she could tell he was enjoying it so she tugged her blouse down completely so he could see her bare breasts "You like these?"

“Mmm... yeah,” Whitey breathed, his eyes fixed greedily on Y/n's exposed breasts. He couldn't help but reach out and cup them in his hands, feeling the soft flesh mould to his touch. “Oh, Lord have mercy,” he whispered, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples. “You're so beautiful.” As he spoke, Whitey leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the skin of her chest. His tongue darted out, licking a path across her collarbone, sending shivers down Y/n's spine. “I love touching you,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"you can suck on them if you like." She cooed

Whitey's eyes locked onto hers, a hungry gleam burning in their depths. He didn't need to be asked twice, his mouth closing around one nipple with a gentle suction. “Mmm... yeah,” he moaned, his tongue flicking back and forth as he licked and sucked her breast.

Y/n's eyes fluttered closed, a low hum of pleasure vibrating through her body as Whitey continued to tease her nipple.

“Oh, God... yes,” she whispered, her hips arching upwards as she pressed herself against the bars.

“Ummm you sound so good! More please!”

"Have you ever... Fingered a girl before whitey?" She asked brushed her fingers though his dirty blonde locks

Whitey's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto Y/n's as he felt her fingers weave through his hair. He purred softly, his face tilting upwards to meet her touch “No...ma'am,” he drawled, his voice dripping with seduction. “But I'm fixin' to try now.”

she smiled at him kissing his forehead, she pulled her skirt up to her waist exposing her thigh-high stockings and her bare pussy "Now nice and gentle" she cooed taking his hand and guiding him to stroke her labia "uhh... You feeling how wet it is?"

Whitey's eyes widened as he took in the sight of Y/n's exposed body, his mind reeling with excitement. His hand trembled slightly as she guided him, but once he made contact, he was lost in the sensation “Mmm... oh yeah…”

"That means I'm aroused so you've done a good job pleasing me." She cooed "Now this is the clit it feels so so good if you touch here." She cooed guiding him to stroke a little circle around her clit "uhhh!"

Whitey's breathing quickened as he followed Y/n's guidance, his fingers moving in small circles around her clit. He felt a surge of pride and excitement at the way she responded to his touch, her body arching towards him with every stroke. “Mmm... keep going,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. As he touched her, Whitey's own arousal grew, his cock throbbing against the fabric of his pants. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be pleasuring Y/n, to see her so happy and relaxed under his touch. Without thinking, Whitey leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the side of her neck as he continued to stroke her clit.

"umm a little longer..." She gasped enjoying his rubbing too much to stop. But she slowly does guiding his fingers to her entrance "You feel that?" She asked making him circle it

Whitey's eyes locked onto Y/n's, his pupils dilating as he felt the warmth of her entrance beneath his fingers. He nodded eagerly, his fingers circling the opening as she'd instructed “Yeah... I feel it,” he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement. As he touched her, Whitey felt a wave of possessiveness wash over him, a primal urge to claim and explore this intimate part of Y/n's body. Without hesitation, he pressed his fingers deeper, feeling the muscles inside her relax and yield to his touch. “Mmm…”

"That's my cunt." She whimpers guiding his finger inside her "uhhh! Yes! Yes... Ummm whitey!... Back and forth okay'

Whitey's face contorted in concentration, his eyes fixed intently on Y/n's as he moved his finger back and forth inside her. He felt a rush of power and excitement at the way she responded to his touch, her body tensing and relaxing with every stroke. “Yes... ma'am,” he breathed, his voice low and husky. As he moved his finger, Whitey felt a surge of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain, his own arousal growing exponentially with every passing moment. He picked up speed, his finger sliding in and out of Y/n's cunt with increasing intensity. “Oh yeah... oh yeah…”

"you can add more." She cooed

Whitey's eyes lit up with excitement as he added another finger to the mix, his hands working together in perfect harmony as he pumped in and out of Y/n's cunt. He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment at being able to bring her such intense pleasure “More? how much more?”

"as many as will fit." She cooed "And this hand can touch stuff too" she cooed guiding his other hand to her clit

Whitey's face twisted into a greedy grin as he wrapped his other hand around Y/n's waist, his fingers closing in on her clit like a vice. He felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of bringing her to orgasm, his entire being focused on pleasing her. “I gotcha,” he whispered, his fingers stroking her clit in time with the pumping motion of his other hand inside her cunt. As he worked, Whitey's mind went blank, his senses consumed by the sensation of Y/n's body beneath him. He was lost in the moment, driven solely by his desire to bring her pleasure. His fingers danced across her clit, sending shivers down her spine. With a gentle pressure, he applied just the right amount of friction, coaxing her towards the brink of ecstasy. Y/n's hips bucked upwards, her body straining against his touch. Whitey's grip tightened, his fingers moving in perfect syncopation with her ragged breathing. Suddenly, he slipped another finger inside her, stretching her to the limit.

Y/n's cry echoed through the air as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. With a wicked glint in his eye,

Whitey leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers in a soft kiss. His mouth locked on hers, Whitey's fingers continued their relentless assault on her. The tension built to a fever pitch, Y/n's body trembling with anticipation. With a sudden burst of energy, Whitey plunged his fingers deep inside her, the sensation sending shockwaves through her entire being.

Her scream was music to his ears as she came apart in his arms, her body convulsing with pleasure. As the aftershocks subsided, Whitey slowly withdrew his fingers, his chest heaving with exertion. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he gazed down at Y/n, her face flushed and radiant in the dim light. With a satisfied smirk, Whitey leaned back on his haunches, his eyes never leaving Y/n's face. He watched as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling with a slow, sensual rhythm. “You're lookin' mighty fine when you're gettin' off,” he drawled, his voice dripping with admiration.

Y/n's gaze fluttered open, her eyes locking onto Whitey's with a lazy smile. “Thanks, Deputy,” she purred, her voice husky from pleasure.

Whitey chuckled, feeling a thrill run through him at the way she said his title.

"now... After making me feel so good does my cute deputy wanna fuck me?"

A sly grin spread across Whitey's face as he rose to his feet, his movements fluid and deliberate. He towered over Y/n, his eyes burning with a fierce hunger. “Oh, fuck - ma'am,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “You know I want to.” Without another word, Whitey reached down and scooped Y/n into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

she giggled as he took het to the cells bed, "how do you want to? Have me on my back? On my stomach? Or would you like me to ride you?"

Whitey's eyes flashed with excitement as he laid Y/n down on the bed, his hands roaming over her curves as he considered her options. His fingers trailed down her belly, pausing to tease the sensitive skin just below her navel before continuing downward to cup her pussy. “No,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “I want you to ride me.”

Y/n's giggle was music to his ears as she sat up, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

With a playful smile, she reached for Whitey's belt buckle, working it free with deft fingers. she nodded and helped him settle on the bed and adjusted herself hovering just above his cock "You ready?"

Whitey's eyes locked onto Y/n's, his pupils dilating with anticipation as he nodded eagerly. His hands grasped her hips, guiding her into position. “Yeah,” he groaned, his voice strained with need.

As Y/n began to lower herself onto his cock, Whitey's head fell back, his eyes rolling shut in bliss. Y/n's weight settled onto Whitey's lap, her warm flesh enveloping his cock in a tight, wet grip. She began to move, her hips undulating in a slow, seductive rhythm that sent shivers coursing through Whitey's veins.

He opened his eyes to find himself staring up at Y/n's flushed face, her lips parted in a soft gasp of pleasure. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face as he raised his hands to grasp her waist, pulling her deeper onto his cock with each passing moment. Their bodies moved together in perfect syncopation, the friction building until Whitey felt himself on the brink of explosion.

Suddenly, Y/n's pace quickened, her movements becoming more urgent and intense. Whitey's vision blurred as he felt himself hurtling toward release, his mind consumed by a single, primal urge: to come inside this beautiful woman, to claim her as his own in the most fundamental way possible.

Whitey's grip on Y/n's waist tightened as he felt himself cresting the wave of climax. With a low, guttural grunt, he thrust upward, burying himself deep within her warmth.

Y/n's cry of release echoed through the small space, mingling with Whitey's own ragged breathing as they rode out their shared orgasm together.

As the aftershocks faded, Whitey slowly relaxed his hold on Y/n's waist, letting her slide back onto her heels. For a moment, they simply lay there, panting and entwined in a sweaty, post-coital tangle. Then, without warning whitey spoke, "Marry me."

"...i- what?" Y/n asked unsure she heard him right

Whitey's face contorted into a look of utter seriousness, his eyes boring into Y/n's as he repeated the question. “Marry me,” he said again, his voice firm and resolute. He took her hand in his, his fingers intertwining with hers in a gentle yet insistent grasp. “I mean it, Y/n. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We can build a home here in La Belle, raise a family...I don't care about anything else as long as I've got you by my side.” His gaze searched hers, seeking reassurance that she felt the same way. “Say something…” he urged, his voice cracking with emotion. “Please tell me you'll marry me.”

"aww whitey... You're a sweet boy" she cooed stroking his cheek "I'll happily marry you"

Whitey's face lit up with a radiant smile as Y/n's words washed over him like a balm. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Oh, thank God,” he whispered, his voice muffled by her hair. Tears of joy pricked at the corners of his eyes as he held her tightly, savoring the feel of her warmth and love surrounding him. “I'm going to make you so happy, Y/n,” he vowed, his lips tracing a path along her jawline. “You're going to be the queen of La Belle, and I'll be your king. I swear it.” His mouth claimed hers in a tender kiss, sealing their promise to each other.

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

Other Man's Widow - Chapter 2

Female!Reader x Whitey Winn (Both young adults)

Modernish!AU (it's kinda 1950-60s coded?), inspired by the lyrics of Carrie Underwood's Church Bells and Hoizer's Dinner and Diatribes (Church Bells is the backflashes, Dinner and Diatribes is the vibe of the hot questioning room before the rain).

Warnings: Abuse, domestic abuse, murder, religious trauma(?).

Summary: The young deputy gets sent to comfort a young widow.

A/N: We get to see more of the other Godless characters :D.

Your tentative hands meet the edges of the cup. It is no longer burning to the touch as you lift it slowly to your lips. The air is damp and still your tongue feels dry. The young man across from you watches you take a sip with soft but attentive dark eyes. You push down the discomfort of being observed, hiding it in your handkerchief. 

“How did he seem these last few days? Was he” Deputy Winn pauses, moving his pen in circles in the air and lifting his eyes up, looking for the right expression. “worried about anything?”

He’s sweet, trying hard to not involve you in anything you didn’t know before. His movements, while indicative of his youth and a wandering mind, are reminiscent of how one handles a bird that has flown in through an open window into the kitchen. Your arm itches and you brush a hand over the knit to soothe it. 

“I don’t know about worried, John never tells me about his work. But the last week or so” You grip the handkerchief between your hands again “oh I don’t know.”

“Now any little thing could be important.” Deputy Winn makes a gesture with his hand, as if to soothe your worries.

“He’s been absentminded.” You confide, releasing a sigh. “The phone rang one night and the call seemed to agitate him.” A frown ghosts over your face.

“And when was this?” He takes up the pen again. 

“Tuesday. I’d made shepard’s pie.”

“Any idea what it was about?” Whitey really hates to put her through this. Her face is veiled in held back emotion, flickers showing only in passing, shoulders move with even breaths. The shadows cast by the blinds make her seem to have lost days of sleep. Whitey wishes he could say something to ease your pain, but he knows that isn’t possible. All he can do is focus on his job, get the facts straight for McNue and the others, and maybe he can get you some closure.

You look up from your hands. “Work, he said.”

“Father.” The soft spoken word was loud in the empty hall. Reverend Griffin looked up from the fountain of holy water which he had dipped his hands.

“My child.” His face lit up with joy, eyes crinkling hinting at the smile hidden by his white beard. He waves a large hand. “Come in, you’re always welcome in God’s house.” 

You slipped out from the shadows by the entrance under the organ loft, head lowered with the brim of your hat shutting out against the light shining in through the tall windows. Reverend Griffin’s arm circled around your back, herding you towards the front pew. Your shoes clicked against the stone floor, too loud, like you were taking up too much space. The floral fabric whispers against your legs as you sit down with him, hat in your hands.

“Father, I need advice.” You spoke quietly. “I feel as though I am lacking. I try to be a good wife to my John but my efforts fall short.” With effort you stopped your hands from picking at the seam of your dress. The reverend’s hands came to rest on top of yours, his body leaning forward and you lifted your gaze to his, keeping the side of your face towards him.

“My child, marriage is holy, sanctioned by the Lord himself. There will be trying times, as in all parts of His creation, but the bond between you and your husband is sacred. You will find the way.” His eyes were genuine, but his words stung your eyes and burn your right cheek. You blinked a few times and cleared your throat, returning the squeeze to his hand.

“Thank you, Father.”

“Just down the corridor and to the left.” The young man holds open the door for you. Your dress barely brushes past him and you step out into the hall with a quiet thanks. 

On your way past the barred in front desk you note the spot of bright colour and meet eyes with Mary-Agnes, who is pausing her writing to tuck back an escaped strand of blond hair. The woman had shown you into the room with a firm but kind hand when the police car had dropped you off at the station. She told you that someone would be right with you, and if you had needed anything, you were just to call for Maggie, she’d told you in a warm tone that left no room for protests. You give a small smile to her and she returns a reassuring one. Behind her you see Miss Temple searching in an archive cabinet for some paper. Turning the corner you reach the restroom and close the door behind you. It was a wonder the station had put Maggie on reception desk work, when she had eyes that would pierce your soul if you had been around her longer.

You finish your business and after washing your hands you run the tap as cold as it will go. The water will only provide temporary relief, as you dab wet tissue at your neck. Taking a deep breath you look in the mirror, squeezing the edges of the porcelain sink.

You quietly slipped into the back pew on Sunday morning, the veil on your hat low over your brow. Reverend Goode shifted further in on the bench and you give him a nod in thanks. He wore his white clergy cloak, overseeing the baptism of the Gunners’ little bundle of joy later in the day. Baptisms never had been Reverend Griffin’s self appointed duties. 

As the very man begun his sermon from the front of the room you couldn’t help the venomous glare that shot from under your cover. He had spoken of love on your wedding day. When you came to him, he spoke of marriage being a holy union. On this day he stood up there today preaching about care, and fidelity, when last night you were being beaten so hard you hit your head on the leg of a kitchen stool. That was his friend that did that.

Reverend Goode must have caught your stare because he turned towards you, and even in the shade of the organ loft you could see he saw. As all rose to join a hymn you moved to leave but the soft touch of his fingers against your arm stops you. You turned, face lowered, and the shame in his eyes when you finally met them almost matches the one you feel. The makeup once again felt unnatural on your face, the skin burned where the marks were. He held out his hand, carefully, hopefully, and you took it, held it tight as you joined the hymn.

You did not have to tell him. He knew. As he sat with you after the sermon, he held your hand and didn’t say a word as you both stared at the cross together. 

“What do I do?” You asked, knowing he’d have no answers. Reverend Griffin was the leader of this congregation, and Roy could be out in the blink of an eye if he spoke poorly of the Reverend’s friend. You didn’t want that to happen to him. The town would suffer a great loss if this kind man moved away.

He squeezed your hand, and looking at him in the corner of your eye you could see cracks form in him, as if the reverend was struggling with his faith in the system he was in. Then he took a deep breath and met your eyes.

“Have faith in the Lord, my child.” His voice was grave, eyes urging you to forgive him for his own weakness but to trust his words. “His will be done.”

You nodded. “I will.”

[follow-my-literature]

♥♥♥♥ Whitey Winn ♥♥♥♥

I love that he struggles with the belt (image 6)

Alice: Take off your gun belt. Whitey: Ma’am, please— Alice: *cocks rifle*  Whitey: Now hold up. Alice: Take it off. Whitey: Alright. … Whitey: There’s one… …

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Updated Masterlist

Imagines

Teen Wolf fanfics:

Isaac Lahey-

Evolve

Evolve pt2

Evolve pt3

Asa Butterfield fanfics:

Otis Milburn-

More than meets the eye

Harry Potter fanfics:

Teddy Lupin-

Affliction

(One shot)

Tom Riddle-

Sacrifices

Sacrifices pt2

Oliver Wood-

He’s a Keeper

He’s a Keeper Pt2

He’s a Keeper Pt3

He’s a Keeper Pt4

(Completed)

Newt Scamander-

Framed Attraction

Framed Attraction Pt2

Framed Attraction Pt3

Framed Attraction Pt4

Framed Attraction Pt5

(Completed)

Draco Malfoy-

Boy with a thorn in his side

(One shot)

Tough Love

Tough Love Pt2

Tough Love Pt3

Tough Love Pt4

Tough Love Pt5

Tough Love Pt6

(Completed)

Darkest Desire

(Oneshot)

Fred Weasley-

Counter attack

(One shot)

Scandal

(One shot)

Rumours

(One-shot)

Red Is the Warmest colour

Red Is the Warmest colour Pt2

Red is the Warmest colour Pt3

(Completed)

Soul Keeper Pt1

Soul Keeper Pt2

Soul Keeper Pt3

Soul Keeper Pt4

Soul Keeper Pt5

(Completed)

Double Trouble

(One shot)

A Special Kind of Magic pt1

A Special Kind of Magic pt2

A Special Kind of Magic pt3

A Special Kind of Magic pt4

A Special Kind of Magic pt5

A Special Kind of Magic pt6

A Special Kind of Magic pt7

A Special Kind of Magic pt8

A Special Kind of Magic pt9

(Ongoing)

George Weasley-

Counter Attack

(One shot)

Rumours

(One-shot)

Opposites Attract pt1

Opposites Attract pt2

Opposites Attract pt3

(Completed)

Double Trouble

(One shot)

Thomas Brodie Sangster fanfics:

Christmas suprise

Jojen Reed (Game of Thrones)-

Bring me to life

Whitey Winn (Godless)-

Deputy

Deputy pt2

Deputy pt3

(Completed)

The vow

The vow pt2

(Completed)

The Hunt

The Hunt pt2

The Hunt pt3

(Completed)

Newt (The Maze Runner) -

The Secrets we Keep (one-shot)

The Maze Lover

The Maze Lover pt2

The Maze Lover pt3

The Maze Lover pt4

The Maze Lover pt5

The Maze Lover pt6

The Maze Lover pt7

The Maze Lover pt8

(Completed)

Trapped

Trapped pt2

Trapped pt3

Trapped pt4

Trapped pt5

Trapped pt6

Trapped pt7

Trapped pt8

Trapped pt9

Trapped pt10

Trapped pt11

Trapped pt12

Trapped pt13

Trapped pt14

(Completed)

Once Upon a Time fanfics:

Peter Pan-

Conquest

Conquest pt.2

Conquest pt.3

(Complete)

Regret

(One shot)

Reputation

Reputation pt2

Reputation pt3

Reputation pt4

(Ongoing)

Paradox

Paradox Pt2

Paradox Pt3

(Completed)

Pan

Pan pt2

Pan pt3

Pan pt4

Pan pt5

Pan pt6

Pan pt7

Pan pt8

Pan pt9

Pan pt10

Pan pt11

Pan pt12

Pan pt13

Pan pt14

(Ongoing)

End Game

End game Pt2

End game Pt3

End game Pt4

End game Pt5

End game pt6

End game pt7

End game pt8

End game pt9

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Tom Holland fanfics:

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Spidey Senses

(One Shot)

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Are you jealous?

Whitey Winn x Reader

This is my first time writing a fanfic so here goes nothing.

Life in the small town of La Belle is dreary, but the only person that makes it interesting is the town's deputy sheriff. Whitey Winn. He is the only person that could make me smile and laugh, and that's why I love him. I wanted him to know, but I was worried about his reaction.   

Late in the afternoon, I decided to tell him. I knew I needed to find him before my courage ran out. I hurried into the quiet town and frantically searched around like my life depended on. That's when I noticed a coach outside of the hotel. My eyes were instantly glued to Whitey talking to a girl I had never seen before. She had black hair, tied back into a tidy bun. Her pale pink dress was clean and free of any wrinkles. The girl put her hand on Whiteys arms flirtatiously and my stomach instantly dropped. My vision was so blurred with tears that I didnt notice Whitey looking my direction. I swiftly made my way back to my shack and leaned against the door once inside. My breath was ragged as if I had just ran a mile, I coudnt tell whether I was more upset about Whitey not liking me back or at the fact that the new girl in town had just waltzed in like she had been here for years. A knock at the door pulled me from my sad thoughts, so I quickly jumped up and smoothed out my dress. I pulled open the door to find a rather concerned Whitey standing in my doorway.

“y/n, are you okay? I saw you run away before you had a chance to meet the new towns folks”

“I’m fine Whitey”

Whitey looked deeply into my y/e/c eyes. 

“Are you sure?”

His voice was barely a whisper as he said this. I hesitated before giving a small nod. I moved away from him and sat on the end of my bed. I stared blankly at my hands but jumped as I heard the mattress springs creak behind me. Whitey was sitting behind me. He put his chin on my shoulder and whispered softly in my ear.

“Are you jealous? Of the new girl?”

I froze. My body went tense. Whitey noticed this and gently wrapped his arms around me. His breath on my ear calmed me down as I heard his voice again.

“y/n, I don't like her, not in that way anyway. The only person in this dreary town that's ever caught my eye…

 is you”.

With his final words, I turned in his arms so that I was facing him. I let my gaze fall from his eyes to his lip and back up. Whitey noticed this and gently pressed his soft lips to mine. My hand held the side of his face and his arms squeezed tighter around me, almost in possessive hold. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.

“I love you, y/n. I always have”

“I love you too Whitey”

[justauthoring]

miscellaneous masterlist (old).

Barry HBO:

Barry Berkman:

Every Measure

A Good Man

My Saviour

Forced Upon

Surprisingly, Your Touch

Wordless Requests

All I Can

Descendants:

Harry Hook:

True Love’s Kiss

Defending Your Honour

More Or Less

Things Are Different On The Isle

Always You

Wouldn’t Dream Of It

Little More Than Acquaintance

Dirty Dancing:

Billy Kostecki:

Just To Try It

Warmth and Love

Skam Norway:

Christoffer Schistad:

In Denial

I Choose You

Trust In Me

The Talk (platonic)

Stand Up For Yourself

Our Little Secret

For The First Time

Fool For You

Bodyguard:

David Budd:

All It Takes

Without A Word

Bandersnatch:

Colin Ritman:

One of Us

Stefan Butler:

I’ve Made A Promise

Twelve, Then Six, Then Three

American Assassin:

Mitch Rapp:

We Get In, We Get Out

Should’ve

Waking Up Alone

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before:

Peter Kavinsky:

Cheering You Up

No One But You

Doesn’t Even Compare

None Quite

The Butterflies

The Winning Goal

Trust Your Sibling (platonic)

Some Unspoken Thing

Kong: Skull Island:

James Conrad:

It’s Okay to be Afraid

No More

Indescribable

Smiling Down At You

Be Careful Now

Unexpected Run-In

Godless:

Whitey Winn:

Little Ole Deputy

Late Night Stroll

Twiddling

Really Beautiful

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee:

I Thought…

Searching

Together

Maybe Later

Once Been

Prize

Rick Grimes:

Scared

Justice League:

Barry Allen:

Telling You The Truth

So Fast

Brother’s Pride

Indoor Dates

Mystery

Star Trek:

Khan:

Intrigued

Bargain (slight Kirk x Reader)

Definitely

Just Us

Body

At The Cost of One

The Office:

Jim Halpert

Fun

Worst to Best

Bad Night

Figured Out

You Forgot Your Wallet

Told You So

Head Home

Actually

Timing Is An Essence

Everything

You’re The Woman

Do You?

Backfire

Someone Else

Calmed

Just Not Your Thing

All Over Again

Screw It

Dan and Phil:

Dan Howell

i’m not leaving

And it’s killing me

Meet and Greet

The Interviewee

Taller Than You

Second Vidcon

The Interviewee

Care and Nurture

Unnoticeable

Long and Dark

A Day Off My Bike

Night Time Terrors

Regret

Interruptions

A Passion

Fanfiction

A Dud

The Way You Are (platonic)

Confession to the Public

Easter Celebrations

Accident Prone

Good?

Exciting Occassion

Blessing In Disguise

Let It Slip

Just A Hunch

Phil Lester:

Little Sisters

RHCP/NigaHiga:

Ryan Higa:

Join Me?

Loser Dare

Fell For You

Just A Bad Day

Jokes On You

Actors:

Would Includes:

13 Reasons Why:

Scott Reed:

Dating Scott Reed

Headcanons:

Godless:

Whitey Winn Jealous

2020/06/09

[kentuckertv]

'Godless' will make you believe in Westerns again

Merritt Wever and Michelle Dockery in ‘Godless’ (Photo: James Minchin/Netflix)

To those of us who love the Western genre, any attempt to revitalize the form, on big screen or small, is considered not just welcome but heroic. It’s difficult to do something new in one of modern entertainment’s oldest genres. The format started shooting blanks commercially some time in the 1990s, soon after the 1989 TV miniseries Lonesome Dove. What was the last big-hit theatrical Western? Clint Eastwood’s 1992 Unforgiven? And do you know anyone under the age of 50 who paid money to see the excellent 2007 remake of 3:10 to Yuma? So throw your 10-gallon hat into the air and give a hoot and a holler for Godless, the latest benefactor of Netflix’s give-em-a-binge largesse. A seven-hours-plus honest-to-gosh Western created by writer-director Scott Frank, Godless features cowboys on horses, lots of shootin’ and ropin’, and a feminist twist so thoroughly integrated into the premise, no ornery dude can possibly complain.

In Godless, the frontier town of La Belle is mostly inhabited by women: A coal-mine disaster killed off all the able-bodied men, and some of the women have used this tragedy as an opportunity to enjoy a new freedom. Most notable among them is Merritt Wever’s Mary Agnes, who totes a rifle and talks as tough as any male gunslinger. Wever, who won an Emmy for her far more meek character in Nurse Jackie, has a great time in this juicy role. Downton Abbey’s Michelle Dockery shows up as a frontier woman living on the outskirts of town. She takes in a mysterious fellow named Roy Goode, played by Jack O’Connell (Skins, Unbroken), who’s being hunted by Frank Griffin, a ferociously sadistic bad-guy played at the very precipice of amusement by Jeff Daniels.

Godless is loaded with characters and plots. Sam Waterston has a highly entertaining turn as a marshal whose bristly mustache seems like a supporting character itself; Scoot McNairy is a different lawman — one who’s slowly going blind, but not before he, too, hunts down the much-sought-after Roy Goode. There is an enclave of black farmers outside of La Belle, who just want to be left alone — which means they won’t. There’s Whitey Winn (Thomas Brodie-Sangster), a cocky young deputy who twirls a pair of pearl-handled revolvers and seems like a nod to Ricky Nelson’s character in the great Howard Hawks Western Rio Bravo. Indeed, the spirit of classic Westerns hovers over Godless — writer-director Scott Frank is awfully fond of invoking, numerous times, the famous doorway shot in John Ford’s immortal The Searchers.

Scott Frank is an exceptional writer: His screenplay for 1998’s Steven Soderbergh film Out of Sight is a modern classic; last year he debuted as a novelist with the sleek and twisty thriller Shaker; and he co-wrote the script for what’s arguably the best superhero movie thus far, Logan. Frank is working here with his Out of Sight partner Soderbergh, who’s an executive producer of Godless. There are times when it seems as though Frank is so excited by this rare opportunity to do his big Western, he’s crammed in too much. You’re midway through Godless and you might think, wait, why haven’t we seen McNairy’s Sheriff Bill McNue in a couple of hours? How, exactly, does Dockery’s Alice Fletcher connect to the town of La Belle? And, wait a minute, there’s a German portrait painter (Christiane Seidel) living in that town?

But ultimately, the sheer pleasure of Godless defeats any reservations you may have about it. Daniels is both hilarious and scary, and clearly having a great time pulling on his scraggly beard as this project’s ultimate villain. And there’s a long, well-staged shootout at the end that is both very-traditional-Western and something totally new, because more than half the shooters are women, with guns blazing. It may sound like an odd thing to say that it’s exciting to see women shooting guns and getting shot while in action, but it is, simply because you have never seen a large group of women in control of their destinies in the Western genre like this before. The landscape in which this long movie is set may be, as Daniels’ Frank Griffin declares it, “godless,” but this Western suggests that being man-less ain’t necessarily a bad thing.

Godless is streaming now on Netflix.

Read more from Yahoo Entertainment:

6 things to know about ‘Godless,’ Netflix’s star-packed limited-series western

‘Titanic’ at 20: James Cameron explains where he got it wrong, but says he has ‘no intention’ of remake

Ben Barnes on breaking bad in ‘The Punisher’

[in-flagrante]

Godless review – Netflix's wonderfully wicked western fires on all cylinders ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Jake Nevins - Wednesday 22 November 2017 09.47 EST

Godless, Netflix’s new seven-part miniseries, opens in 1884, in Creede, Colorado, with a thick cloud of smog shrouding the camera. The haze slowly dissolves to reveal a chilling landscape: parched bodies being tended to by swarms of flies; a man, sedentary, with a gunshot through his head; a train-wreck near which a young boy hangs from a noose; and a woman, crouched over a corpse, singing mournfully about Christ. It’s a near-wordless several minutes, a triumph of mood and cinematography, that evokes the sort of rough-and-tumble anarchy of the great filmic frontiersman. Soon after, we’re in La Belle, New Mexico, where we learn who’s responsible for the massacre, and from thereon it’s guns blazing.

Written and directed by Scott Frank and executive-produced by Steven Soderbergh, Godless is grim, exciting and visually arresting. It’s slow, but necessarily so, patiently offering vital exposition while its classic, western plot unfurls itself violently. That violence can be pegged, mostly, to Jeff Daniels’ Frank Griffin, a menacing, one-armed outlaw who’s looking for a man named Roy Goode. Goode, played by Jack O’Connell, was once a member of Griffin’s criminal cabal, but when a train heist turns savage and Goode saves a woman who’s being raped, he bucks town with the loot, staves off Griffin and his 32 men, and lumbers to a farm owned by Alice Fletcher (Michelle Dockery).

Fletcher, who Dockery plays with brutal, soft-spoken gravitas, is twice-widowed and lives with her son, Truckee. After a catastrophic mining accident wiped out most of the townsmen, La Belle has become a colony of tough, strong-willed women, the sort of place one imagines Julie Christie’s Mrs Miller might have resided had McCabe not been in the picture. A bit of internet digging reveals that La Belle was actually a real town, in Taos County, New Mexico, named after Belle Dixon, the wife of a gold miner; though it lasted just 16 years, it makes a weird kind of sense that it’s been revitalized in 2017 as a proto-feminist pasture, shot in a sweeping 2.39:1 aspect ratio where horses roam and women rule. And the show sets itself up for those women to stand their ground against Griffin’s outlaws.

Godless was originally intended to be a movie, but Soderbergh encouraged Frank, who co-wrote the screenplays for the films Logan, Marley & Me, and Minority Report, to turn it into a miniseries. After watching the hour-plus-long first episode, which only plants the seeds of what’s to come, and the equally lengthy ones that follow, it’s no wonder Soderbergh thought the script a better fit for television. Characters are developed richly but steadily, and much needs to be established before Griffin and Goode’s inevitable confrontation, the lead-up to which is beautifully protracted to give weight and import to several other characters, among them Merrit Wever’s Mary Agnes, another of La Belle’s gritty, gun-toting widows, and her brother Sheriff Bill McNue (Scoot McNairy), who is hot on Griffin’s heels and delivers wonderfully hokey one-liners like, “You don’t seem all that much like a desperado so much as you just look desperate.”

It’s hard to pinpoint one standout performance; Dockery is superb, wielding her gun with mighty force, and so is Wever, who’s been a stalwart supporting player on shows like The Walking Dead and Nurse Jackie; Daniels is a convincingly boozy villain, whiskey dribbling down his beard as he looks to exact revenge on his old protege; and McNairy, O’Connor and Thomas Brodie-Sangster, as the town deputy Whitey Winn, each turn in authentic, understated performances. It would not be surprising to see one or two or even three of them in the Emmys conversation next summer, which tends to emphasize plucky, period-piece roles like these.

The plot may be too slow for some – which, in addition to the genre, might drive viewers away – but Godless is worth it if only for aesthetic pleasure. Shot by Steven Meizler, who worked with Soderbergh on The Girlfriend Experience, the long, vivid tracking shots are lyrical and impressionistic, and there’s a scene in a church, where Griffin implores the townspeople to steer clear of Roy Goode lest they suffer like Christ did, that brought to mind the great face-off between Daniel Plainview and Eli Sunday of There Will Be Blood. That the series is so full of cinematic references both visual and narrative is part of the fun; Godless doesn’t resist its classification as a western with a capital W, and instead embraces the genre’s outsize influence in the American film canon.

Godless is now available on Netflix worldwide

https://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2017/nov/22/godless-review-netflix-wonderfully-wicked-western-fires-on-all-cylinders

[argentis]

Busy day today. Got Aquila’s gears done. Sorted out some tech issues for my parents. Went out for dinner at Theobroma. Started watching “Godless” on Netflix with dad. Though by the time I got home from dinner, dad had already gotten to the final episode.

Been highly amused by Thomas Brodie-Sangster’s character in the series. His sheriff’s deputy, Whitey Winn, is pretty awesome in every scene I’ve so far seen him in.

[boiledleather]

On ‘Godless,’ the villain makes threats, but the townsfolk hold the promise

Truth be told, you could maybe get a good show out of Frank’s hunt for Roy, and Marshall Cooke’s hunt for Frank, and maybe Alice’s decision to take in and fight for Roy when push comes to shove. Or you could get a good show out of Bill, a sheriff who’s slowly going blind, and Maggie, his queer widowed sister, and the complicated family dynamic they have, with either a mass murderer or an unscrupulous mining company providing an antagonistic spark. Or you could get a good show out of a town full of widows coming together to fend off either the killer or the capitalists, and requiring the talents of women they’ve looked down on because of the race or gender of the people they love, i.e. Alice and Maggie respectively.

At this point, however, I’m not convinced you can get a good show out of all of those things at once. Despite the hour-plus running time of both episodes so far, it still feels like Godless is in a necessarily big hurry to whip from one storyline to the next, which in turn necessitates a shallow reading of each set of characters. The dinner scene in which Merritt Wever’s Maggie tries and fails to singlehandedly prevent her town from getting swindled by a sweet-talking mining company is a highlight of the hour, but I’d happily have followed her for an entire episode to see how she’s maintained a leadership position among her fellow widows despite her unorthodox, masculine style of dress and her relationship with local schoolteacher Callie Dunne, I also could have stood to spend more time in the company of Alice, and to learn the story of her lethal land feud from something other than an expository infodump between young hotshot deputy Whitey Winn and the incarcerated Roy Goode. I could have settled for either a look at life in a frontier town without men surrounded by a hostile world full of them — the kind of story promised by the episode’s title, “The Ladies of La Belle” — or a more straightforward Western thriller centered on the Frank/Roy business. As it stands, I got just enough of each to tantalize, and not enough of any to satisfy.

I reviewed episode two of Godless for the A.V. Club. Looking over this piece, I’m pretty pleased with all the different things I was able to say about the show, good and bad. Please do give it a full read.

[the-fiction-witch]

Marry Me?

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Adorable + Flirty

“What’d he do?” Whitey asked with his usual cowboy tone, “He dangerous?”

As Y/n watched Whitey take Roy to the cell and lock him inside, she couldn't help but roll her eyes in frustration. Bill said Roy had been causing trouble again, and Y/n was tired of dealing with this. She had brought a pistol with her just in case things got out of hand, but she was relieved that she didn't have to use it. She carefully returned the pistol to the gun cabinet, making sure it was secure and out of reach. Y/n then took a moment to dust off her little blue dress, which had gotten a bit dirty during the ride back to town. She was glad to be back in the safety of the town and hoped that Roy would learn his lesson this time.

Whitey, comes over to her and brushes dirt off her shoulder. "Ma'am," He smiles, "ya ‘ave a rough ride today?"

"I'm not in the mood whitey," she glared already catching the innuendo he was no doubt going to make if she answered him the way he wanted her to,

Whitey smirked, He set his hands on his hips, "Alright, alright, don't get ya panties all in a twist," He said with a grin.

"My panties are not your concern Mr Winn," she glared as she headed out of the office stepping down the porch and into the New Mexico dirt, 

Whitey chuckled. "Hey, hey-" He went after her with a grin. "I'm only jokin' with ya." He chuckled as he followed her as she walked through Labelle, "You know," He said as he caught up to her. "If ya just lighten up, ya might get a boyfriend."

"a boyfriend? Really? Whitey there are like four men in this town. One is my father. One is the undertaker who's so close to death he's built his own coffin. The barkeep who can't even pour whiskey straight. And the dry goods man who hates everyone he's ever met. Not exactly the making of beat boyfriend material,"

Whitey chuckled, "What ‘bout me?"

"You. Are not a man Whitey."

Whitey smirked. "What’d ya think I am, then?"

"A boy," she said, "a very spoilt, cocky, idiot of a boy, who doesn't bathe, refuses to articulate his sentences and only got the job as deputy because he's the man in town under 50. Who's only decent quality is that he happens to be an above-average shot."

"Ya outta catch yourself Ma’am,"

"or what?" She glared,

Whitey gritted his teeth. "Don't play with me, Y/n. Ya won't like it much." He said as he took another step forward.

"just go away whitey. Go see one of your girlies or something and leave me alone." She stomped before she continued her way through Labelle towards her little house,

Whitey took in her words for a moment, her insults stung him and certainly bruised his ego. But he still felt there was a chance that with the right words, he could win her over. "Hey, wait-" He said as he ran after her. "I was just kiddin’ before." He said lying.

Y/n ignored him and continued through the dusty dirt,

"Hey! Hold up!” Whitey yelled, as he ran after her and caught up. "I-I..." He was at a loss for words. He was determined to get on her good side, "Look, I just-" He paused, "I'm sorry ‘bout earlier." He said honestly.

"are you?" She glared as she crossed her arms over her chest,

"I am. Ya know how I can be. Sometimes I don't do the thinkin’ before the talkin’." He said, 

"You never think before talking," she glared as she flicked his nose before she turned and headed up onto her house’s white-painted porch, 

Whitey winced as she flicked his nose, but quickly brushed it aside. "Well, why don't ya come to the saloon with me tonight? I'll buy ya a drink and make up for it."

"No thank you, Mr Winn," she said as she cleaned her dirty boots on her step,

"C'mon, it'd be fun. I'll even try and act polite." Whitey joked.

"try." She sighed, "No thank you. I'm busy"

Whitey raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and just what's so important that it has to take up your night rather than hangin’ out with me? Got yourself a lover boy?"

"no." She glared, "Not that it is any of your business whitey but I have laundry to do,"

"Oh." He said sounding disappointed. "Just laundry. Damn." He paused for a moment. He really wanted to take her for a drink and impress her with his charm. "Well, can ya maybe do it ‘nother night? I haven't had a drinkin’ buddy in a while now..."

"I'm sure you'll be fine whitey," she sighed as she headed inside her house but she accidentally left the door open which whitey smirked at.

Whitey's eyes lit up. Maybe there was still hope after all. He took in a deep breath, then made his decision and went inside her house to find her.

He bolts up her porch and steps inside Y/n's house and it's much like he imagined the house prim and proper everything in its place, well decorated and kept even a nice smell in the air she takes off her boots setting them by the door on a shelf of her shoes before she goes to the kitchen filling a pot and sitting it on the stove before then prepping a teapot as she does she noticed him so she added another teabag and rolled her eyes, "oh come on in whitey," she said sarcastically, "at least shut the door behind you. And take your boots off I don't want to track your damn mud around my house!”

Whitey rolls his eyes a little as he takes off his boots and sets them next to the other shoes. 

"Wow. Ya house is..." He said, finding it to be quite impressive in the neatness.

“What? Clean.”

“Kinda…” Whitey looks at the tea on the stove. He takes note of how she added two. "Ya plannin’ on ‘avin’ more than one tea? He says with a smirk.

"no, I'm making one for you, genius,"

"Tea?" He raised an eyebrow. "Ya don't seem like the tea kinda gal."

"you don't seem like a bath kinda boy," she snapped back,

Whitey's lip twitched and he narrowed his eyes when she said that. "I do take baths!" He yelled a little louder than he expected as he tried to defend himself.

"do you? When did you have one last?"

"Just because I don't bathe every day doesn't mean that I hardly bathe! I- I bathe twice a week!" Whitey crossed his arms as he tried to defend himself.

Y/n saw through his lies and grabbed some water in a glass before she threw it in his face and grabbed her washcloth and soap bar giving Whitey's face a scrub no matter how much he protested,

Whitey was taken by surprise when she threw the water and he didn't move fast enough to dodge it. Then, when she began to scrub his face, he began to struggle as best as he could. He tried to pull away, but his efforts were in vain. He wanted her to stop, but this wasn't completely all bad either. "STOP IT!" He yelled, struggling as he tried to pull away. As she scrubbed the layers and dirt off of his face it hurt just a little bit, but after you scrubbed his face, it felt... refreshing. He suddenly stopped trying to push her away as he looked into her eyes.

Y/n slowly moved back and dried off his face, smiling at him with gentle eyes, she held his chin and looked at him honestly the first time she had ever seen whitey clean, "humm" she chuckled, "So there is! a handsome boy hiding under there!"

Whitey stared into her eyes as she smiled and held his chin, looking at him as she had never looked at him before. He smiled as he felt her warmth and he couldn’t even believe how beautiful she looked at that moment.

"Ya think I'm ‘andsome?" He said a little giddy as he felt his face now glowing a red hue.

"I'm sure you could be. After a hot bath, some good soap and some clean clothes," she chuckled kissing his cheek before she took the pot off the stove and filled the teapot taking it to the table with the tea cups saucers, sugar pot and milk jug sitting down and after giving the tea a moment to steap she poured herself a cup and began to make it to her liking,

"Well, what if I don't want to take a bath or change my clothes?" He smiled at her He really liked when she kissed him. She sat down, pouring the tea, and Whitey followed her to the table sitting down across from her as he watched her pour the tea. When she finished, he reached forward and took the milk jug, pouring it into his own cup.

"then you're just you. And not particularly handsome,"

"Hmpf- I can be ‘andsome when I want to." He said, then looked back over at her. "Did ya really mean it? That I could be ‘andsome?"

"every man has the potential I suppose," she says picking up her cup and saucer briefly blowing on the tea before she takes a sip, “Even you whitey,”

Whitey smiled a little bit as he took a sip of his tea also. "Well, thanks that’s mighty kind of ya ma’am," he said, his face still a bit red from her compliment. He sipped his tea for a moment before he finally spoke again. "Ya know, ya kinda cute yourself."

"am I now?" She sighed already seeing through his attempts at flirtations,

"Yeah, ya are." He said with a smirk. As if he was sure she was into him. Even though he was really just fishing for validation at this point.

"if you say so. Don't you have other ladies to pester?"

Whitey smiled. "Not right now. All the other gals in town are annoying. Why can't they be like you." He complimented, hoping he could get a little bit further with her with just one more compliment.

"Why indeed," she sighed she offered wondered why the women in town weren't more like her, able to see through Whitey's flirtations and complimentary words and see the truth. But she supposed it was likely the lack of men in their ex-mining town. Whitey was the only man under 50 in town so it made sense why every widow swooned for his sweet words however Y/n being the sheriff's daughter could see through him like he was made of glass,

Whitey saw Y/n's expression and thought she was playing hard to get,Whitey grinned, he couldn't wait to try some of his moves to win her heart. "How can I convince ya that I'm the right guy for ya?"

"you can't." She said adding a sugar cube to her tea,

Whitey was disappointed but not deterred. He had been rejected plenty of times. It was going to take more than that to make him give up on her so soon, she was too pretty for him to lose out on. "So, what if I make ya a deal?"

"What sort of deal?" She sighed as much as she didn't want to engage with his nonsense she is a gambling girl,

Whitey grinned, he loved flirting with her. He leaned forward a bit, his hands leaning on the table. "What I'm thinkin’ is, ya give me a chance to prove that I'm the right dude for ya. One date. If ya don't like me after that date, I'll leave ya alone."

"no, you won't. I know what your like whitey I say I don't like you, you merely see it as a challenge"

Whitey paused for a moment, he wasn't about to lie. He smiled, he wouldn't leave her alone if she didn't like him. But, he was sure he could win her over.

"Can ya really blame me?" He said, his smile spreading across his face, she was just fun to tease with. "You're so pretty, anyone would see ya as a challenge to win over."

"umm you say that to all the ladies?"

"To all the pretty ones." He said, with his usual cocky grin. Whitey could have stopped trying a long time ago, but he really did like Y/n,

"whitey. No. Just no. I am not letting you check me off your list just so you can say you've slept with every lady in town. As soon as I let you spend the night you'd move on to the next one. It's not happening give up"

At this point Whitey couldn't help but smirk, even if all his talk of ladies was just meer talk to make Y/n jealous, "I’m hurt Ma’am I really am, that ya think so little of me? So ya think ya know everythin’ about me? What if I were to prove ya wrong?"

"umm?"

"What if I don't move onto another lady after I've..." He leaned back in his chair, his expression still a bit cocky, even if he knew he never ever would, this was Y/n the only girl he ever wanted, "after we... you know."

"but you will. So why are we even discussing it?"

Whitey shrugged as he took a sip of his cup. "Oh, come on- just ‘ear me out ok."

"I'm listening." She glared sipping her tea

"What if- just for the sake of argument- I was a changed guy? And after we..." His voice trailed off teasing her with a smirk across his face, waiting for her to answer.

"nope."

Whitey narrowed his eyes, he wasn't going to go down without a fight. He was sure he could wear her down. He wasn't used to being told no. "Just give me a chance, pleaaase."

"Whitey. There are only two ways you are ever going to sleep in my bed either you buy my home and steal my own bed from me" she warms before getting up from the table "or you marry me." She says fetching a small tin which she sat on the table as she returned to her seat opening it to a bunch of cookies and biscuits one of which she took and dunked in her tea

"Wait one second there," Whitey said, his face scrunched up in confusion as she got up. "Marry ya?" He paused for a moment looking at her. A small smirk crept across his face as he thought about the idea. "Marry ya, Y/n?" He tried to sound sarcastic, but there was definitely interest in his tone.

"it's the only way it's happening whitey,"

"Ya would marry me?" He couldn't hide his surprise with how serious she sounded.

"if you promised to be monogamous, move in with me and actually have regular baths," she shrugged sipping her tea

His eyes widened a little bit, she's actually serious she seemed genuine. But, that meant he'd actually have to give up his bachelor lifestyle. But for Y/n, he’d do it in a heartbeat, "I could do all those things." He took a sip of his tea, mulling the idea over.

"could you?"

He thought for a moment, make her his girl. But... what about the other girls? Would he be tempted? Maybe But if he had Y/n waiting for him at home? And honestly, most of his talk about the other labelle ladies was just that, talk. They might bring him a pie and give him compliments but that was as much as the Labelle widows fainted interest to whitey, he had always had a thing for Y/n so He shook off the thought of cheating and smiled at Y/n. "I would do anything for ya, even be monogamous for ya."

"I don't believe it for a second whitey,"

Whitey leaned back in his chair again, he was a little upset at her lack of faith in him but she did have a point. But he had never really felt a genuine connection with them like he felt with Y/n. "Ok, but I can be faithful to ya. Trust me. Come on Y/n ya know I was just talkin’ just talk is all it was, ya know I ain’t really like that, and Ya know how I feel ‘bout ya,"

"no you wouldn't be faithful we live in a town of ladies you literally have anyone you want," she glared

But, she was wrong. he knew he would come home to her. He was sure if they were together he'd only have eyes for her. "You're givin’ me a lot more credit than I'm due, but even so. I'd be comin’ ‘ome to only you if ya let me." He smiled as he took another sip of tea.

"you're actually considering this?" She raised an eyebrow seeming surprised he was thinking about it

Whitey leaned forward, looking into her eyes with a smirk across his face. "Yeah! Course I am! but it'd have to be under one condition."

"go on?"

Whitey shrugged, he wanted to make this a bit more of a game. "You'd get to be my wife, and I'd be ya ‘usband too. And, I'd make sure to be a good man for ya. But I'm not sayin’ I won't try and flirt with ya a lot even when you're my wife. Ya just can't resist me." He smirked, he knew he could probably win her back with a little bit of sweet talk still after everything she said.

"you understand what this would mean for you? No more girls. No more sleeping around. No more riding off to the next town over and tearing up the place. No more junk-filled houses. No more bathing once a month. You'd live here, with me, we'd be married, we won't see anyone romanticly but each other, you'll have chores, and a bath every other day, you'll go to work and come on home again to me, I'll make you dinner for your night shifts and do your laundry. And yes we will sleep together both just in bed and sexually. Maybe even have some kids if you're up for it. But it's all or nothing whitey you marry me and we do all this or you don't and we don't do anything. Ever."

He let every word sink in for a moment, he thought about it honestly. And he had to admit, the life Y/n had described for him sounded like it was definitely better than his single life right now. "I can do all that." He said with complete sincerity.

"you think so?" She asked

He knew she thought he was kidding or being sarcastic, he could tell by her face. He smiled, this was probably one of the most serious things he'd ever done. "I can definitely do all that, I swear."

"Alright." She shrugged before she got up and gathered up everything from the tea taking it to the sink to begin in dishes, "Balls in your court then Mr Winn"

The sound of her washing the dishes and being so nonchalant about the potential of what he was asking made Whitey almost laugh in amusement. He thought he would at least get a little bit more of a fight from her, but it was all over just like that. Not that he was complaining.

He got up from his chair and walked over to her. Standing behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and slid them down her arms. "So, I'm gonna be ya ‘usband?"

"Yes, whitey?"

Whitey smiled, it felt so good to have won her over. He leaned down to kiss her on the top of her head, his hands on her wrists. "So, when's the wedding? The sooner we get married, the sooner we get to the good part."

"who said were getting married? I haven't been asked out anything yet" she laughed

His face dropped when she laughed, this wasn't going the way he envisioned. Did she think he would actually kneel down and ask her to wed right now? He was losing her. He couldn't lose her not now he was so close to what he had always wanted!  "Fine." He scoffed "Will you... Marry me?" He said sounding a bit sarcastic as he leaned down and kissed her head again.

"All alright" she shrugged

"Alright"?! He was expecting a bit more excitement over the news, she really just - "Really? That's it? 'Alright'?"

"right" She smiled again and gently held his chin with her soft fingers before she turned enough to give his lips a soft and gentle kiss their lips slowly moving against one another till she pulled back and continued with the dishes

Whitey was stunned by the soft kiss, it had almost sent shivers down his spine. She was actually kissing him back gently. He had won. He had Y/n as his wife! And, he couldn't help but feel the butterflies in his stomach when her lips were pressing against his. This moment was almost unreal. He smiled as he watched her continue doing the dishes. But he had one more question for her now that he had won her over. "Is this gonna be a big weddin’ or a little thing?"

"I don't mind, up to you" she shrugged "Ohh and the jeweller has some nice rings on sale at the moment best go for silver rings though the gold will tarnish the ivory on your guns," she smiled

That made him happy, he liked to know she could really see themselves together in the future. "Oh, I'll make sure we get rings soon then." He said with a smile, he would make sure to get them as soon as possible, he couldn't wait to put a ring on this woman's beautiful finger. And, he had all the time in the world to plan their wedding anyway. He smiled as he watched her continue washing dishes, his mind already racing with ideas for the future. After a few moments, he finally decided he had a question that really needed to be asked at that point. "Y/n?" He said, his voice quieter than before. He was still stunned by that kiss, and in a way, he didn't want to ruin the moment. "May I ask one question?"

"yes, whitey?"

He smiled softly as he took a breath. He was surprised he was feeling so nervous with her after she had already agreed to be his wife, but for some reason, he felt his heart beating at a million miles an hour. Was this really gonna happen? Was he really going to marry this woman? "Could I ask ya to maybe... cuddle with me for a while?”

"When I've finished the dishes," she says "you can dry up too if you wanna help"

He watched her turn back around, a smile still on his face at the sight of her. He was almost blushing as he watched her do the dishes, her soft lips and smooth skin were enough to make it difficult not to stare at her. Even her hands doing the dishes were attractive. He chuckled as she said he could help. She was truly a good woman, he didn't care if she told him to clean the dishes before permitting him to hold her. But she wouldn't have to deal with him sitting around doing nothing after she was done. Whitey decided to be a good husband and started helping her wash the dishes when she was done with them. He was genuinely enjoying just spending time with her at this point and couldn't wait until they were officially married. He would make sure he took good care of her. And, maybe she could help take good care of him too, but he wouldn't mind if she didn't, he'd take good care of her regardless. Once the dishes were done, Whitey watched her move over to the couch and knew he had won. She was all his and he had nothing to worry about. He felt that she genuinely wanted him and was attracted to him, and he would make sure he was the best husband he could for her.

He sat down beside her on the couch and looked at her for a moment, he couldn't help but admire her beauty. He leaned down and gently kissed her as he pulled her tightly against him and rested his head against her chest.

she kissed back and smiled cuddling him and running her fingers through his hair in a soothing way

His soft lips fit with hers like two pieces of puzzle, their bodies fit together perfectly and the moment felt truly perfect. The fire from the fireplace provided a bit of warmth for them as they remained close to each other. The way she ran her fingers through his hair felt amazing, and he couldn't help but wish that this moment could last forever.

Whitey looked into her beautiful eyes as he held her close. He wanted to tell her so many things, words could never describe his love for her at this point. Her perfect, soft, beautiful body was making him almost feel like a schoolboy with a crush. And, it felt so warm and comforting to hold her like this.

she smiled and moved sitting on his lap as he had asked her to, she petted his hair and gave his head kisses letting him squeeze her "This nice?"

Whitey felt butterflies all over again as she sat down on his lap, this was his dream come true. He had really won her over and not only that, she was really opening up physically with him now, and it felt better than he could have imagined. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and his hands began to wander. His fingers lightly brushed over her body, feeling every curve it had. He was completely in heaven.

He started lightly kissing the top of her neck and leaned his head against her neck, he couldn't help but smile as he felt her hands on his back. Her body fit against him so nicely. She was perfect just like he had imagined her to be. He didn't want these moments to end, he wanted them to be married right now so he could make her his wife and never let go.

Whitey felt her soft, feminine hand caress his back and neck as her long fingers lightly rubbed him. Her touch was sending shivers of bliss through his body. Her arms were wrapped around him as she snuggled up tightly against him and she nuzzled her head against his chest. Whitey's heart was pounding so hard, he was afraid he would just pass out like this from the amount of happiness he was feeling right now. He had truly won her over, finally.

she hummed softly her head on his chest her hand in his hair, the other on his chest stroking his jumpers fabric, her body on his lap as she gently fell asleep on him

He felt her soft, gentle humming, her head resting against his chest as she began to fall asleep. He held her close as he continued gently playing with her hair, her hands continuing to lightly trace patterns on the fabric of his jumper. She fit perfectly on his lap, He couldn't help but smile as he watched her slowly drift off.

Whitey felt his own eyelids get heavy, she seemed so comfortable on his lap her warm body curled against him. There was nothing else he wanted than to just lay there and snuggle up against her like this. He felt her breathing get slower and slower, her breathing became more shallow and her hums turned into mumbles until she was fully asleep in his arms.

He took a deep breath and watched her for a moment more. She looked so peaceful lying on his lap just like that. He wanted to just be with her forever. He didn't even want to move, he just wanted to stay exactly where he was at that moment. 

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Whitey Winn Masterlist No.1

Tell me Whitey - smutty

Time's Tickin' Darlin' - smutty

Whitey - smut

give me my pants - Flirty

Save Ya - smut (DARK)

Breath - smut

Unlock the cell - cute

You b*stard! - cute

Hey! - smut

Woke Half Of La belle - smut

Eye contact - smutty

The Deputy and The Inventor - smut

Secret - sad

River Fairy - smut

Enjoying the View - smut

For Your own good - smutty

Missy - smut

Dancer - smut

Laundry - smutty

My Hero - smutty/flirty

Wifey - sexy

Come on Darling - sweet

For You - sweet

I love Ya - smutty

farm girl - smutty

Tug - smutty

Perfect - cute

Desk - smut

Like what ya see

cowgirl - smut

Back - smut

Toy Boy

Shot the Sherrif

Love - smutty

Married Girl - smut

Bar Girl - smut

Pony - smut

wait - sweet

Distraction - smut

The storm - smutty

Losing - cute

Pay with kisses - sweet

Pay With Kisses P2 - smut

Protect - sexy

Come With Me - smutty

Naps - sweet

Bouncy - sweet

Flasher - smut

Pretty lady - smut

Pretty lady P2 - smut

Please - smut

intend to - smut

Scared - flirty

Fire Hazzard - funny

OverBoard - cute

Dirty boy 1 - smut

dirty boy 2 - smut

dirty boy 3 - smut

dirty boy 4 - smut

Dirty boy 5 - smut

dirty boy 6 - smut

Back to bed - smut

Not here - smutty

Out Of Town - smutty

30 days

What are Ya sayin - smut

miss lola - smutty

miss lola p2 - sexy

Sugar - flirty

stables

Just marry me - cut

30 day challenge

Quiet - smut

checking out

Passing time

Dance

First - smut

Highway Girl - cute

I'm Stuck - smut

Alright Alright! - sweet

Play - smut

You're drunk - smut

Office Girl - smut

Bad Girl - smut

I Don't Rightly Know - none

Flu - cute

Archer - cute

Don't Call Me Darlin' - smut

Last series -

Last Night - smut

Last Debts - smut

Last Dollar and Eighty-Eight Scents - smut

Last Name - cute

Last Lover - smut

Last Virginity - smut

[the-fiction-witch]

humililated

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating SMUT

I made my way into town on horseback as the sun was setting. I tied my horse Maggie to the post outside the bar where she could drink. I turned and quickly spotted where I wanted the sheriff office.

I slowly approached seeing the lights on within. I stopped a moment just before the porch and I rubbed my eyes until they were red, and held my dress a little making sure to create the image I needed before going to the door giving it a few soft taps. 

“Come in!” The voice calls from within so I headed inside see the typical sheriff office set up and just a boy sat at the sheriff's desk. He had a small panflet in hand come comic or news of some sort but closed It and set it on the desk “Ohh- well Hiya ma’am, your ain't a Labelle lady I know it?” He said as he looked at me a smile growing across his lips 

“No, I was travelling it appears I've lost my way”

“AHH I thought I didn't recognize ya.”

“This is the sheriff's office correct?”

“That it is ma’am.” 

“Ohh you must be the lovely sheriff then” I smiled moving closer 

“you’d think that but unfortunately not, deputy whitey Winn, I am very pleasant to make your aquanitence” 

“Aww well I was hoping for some help Mr Winn” 

“Of course deputies have to help lovely ladies” he smiled getting up from the chair to stand at the desk 

“Well I was travelling” I began moving my dress a little slowly exposing my unstockinged leg which immediately got his attention his focus completely in me and my exposed leg that he didn't notice as I grabbed my pistol from my thigh holster “and decided to rob this little place”

He sent to reach for his gun but I clocked my own pointing it right at his head 

“Ma’am”

“Take off your gunbelt.”

“Ma’am please -”

“Take it off.”

“Alright -” he agreed keeping eye contact as he moved his hands to his belt buckle undoing it quickly and setting his gunbelt on the table 

“Both of them Mr Winn”

He looked angry and upset but did as I asked trying to undo the other the buckle at his back but immediately he struggled having to glance at it to undo it before finally sitting it on the desk 

“Good boy” I smiled “now get the keys and open up the cell” I ordered and he looked like he was gonna cry “do it.” So he took the keys and went across the office his face utterly frustrated and furious as he unlocked the centre cell and pulled open the door leaning on it “go on in then” I told him and begrudgingly he went inside knowing he didn't exactly have a choice so I quickly went shutting the cell door behind him and locking it tight “there perfect.”

“What are ya gonna do to me?”

“Nothing if you behave yourself” I smirked putting my gun away and still even in this state he still looked 

He came close to the bars grabbing them in his hands “I'm the law you can't just -” he began but I grabbed his shirt and kissed him for a moment he didn't kiss back but very quickly melted into the kiss kissing me back as much as I kissed him till I let him go “whoa-” he gulped “Hiya”

“Hi” I giggled

“I uhhhh I uhh I never got your name?” 

“Y/n.”

“Uhhh Hiya y/n. So uhh what's gonna happen now?” 

“What Indeed” I smiled pulling him into and kiss which he happily obliged with moving his hands though the bars to wrap around my waist his thumbs stroking the boning in my dress groans and moans in his throat as we kisses but as we kissed I slipped my hand down grabbing my gun and setting the barrels end on his chest “back up”

“Okay. Okay.” He nods moving back with his hands up

“Take off your shirt” I told him

“Ma'am please -”

“Now.” I demanded 

He grimaced but did as I asked removing his dark jumper with half buttons and of course his badge revealing a once white button down 

“Both of them” I demanded 

He sighed but slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor o leaving his chest utterly exposed slightly pale where this skin never sees the sun. 

“Good boy” I cooed “take off your britches”

“What!’ he yelped already nervous crossing his arms over his chest 

“Your pants. Off. Now.” I demanded 

He knew he didn't have a choice so rolled his eyes and undid his pants pushing them off and stepping out of them leaving him in only his brown dirty boots and his off white cotton underwear 

“Happy now?” He glared 

“Very happy thank you whitey” I giggled 

“Well now what now you've completely humiliated me”

I smiled grabbing his arm and pulling him back into a kiss which he happily kissed back into slightly moaning into the kiss as I stroked down his body giving his underwear a playful snap 

“good boy” I cooed 

“Uhh yeah- so uh what uhh what's your plan for me then?”

I giggled tapping his nose secretly grabbing a pair of handcuffs from the desk and unlocking the cell going inside with him 

“Ohh… my my y/n” he blushed getting excited I smiled and pushed him against the cell bars and kissed him even more passionately he immediately melted wrapping his arms around me and stroking my dress often moaning into the kisses “ummmm y/n ummmmmm uhhhhh ummmmmm y/n- uhhh I can hardly contain myself for your kisses” he gasped 

“Good” I smirked grabbing his wrists pinning them above his head as locking them each into the handcuffs around the cell bar so he has no choice but to remain in this position 

“Oh god-” he gulped realising he was pretty fucked 

“Now you going to behave for me whitey?”

“Not like I really have a choice do I?”

“No but still”

“Fine I'll behave”

“Good boy” I giggled kissing down his neck leaving a trail of hickeys 

“Ohh uuuuuuuhhh! Oh my god-” he groans “uhhh uhhhhh y/n!” He moans feeling my intense kisses so I continued kissing down his chest leaving a hickey between his pecks “ughhh! You are vicious!” He smirked but I just continued kissing and biting as his skin leaving a hickey on his V “ooooohhhh holy- ohhh my god! Yes! Yes! Ughhhhh please I'm begging you!”

“What whitey?” I giggled

“ummmm you know what I want.” He smirked “lower. Please. Just a little lower please” he gasps 

“Awww well how can we deny such a sweet boys requests” I giggled moving his underwear down and immediately I giggled see how hard he was he blushed but I immediately began to kiss him 

“Uuuughhhhh! Uummmmm y/n” he groans biting his lip hard “more please!”

I giggled and took him completely in my mouth sucking gently as I moved my head 

“Oooohh my god- yes! Yes! Oohhhhh holy fucking- uuuuuuuhhh uuuuuuuhhh uuuuuuuhhh-uuughhhh uuhhhh yes! Y/N!” He moans and I had to move back as his erection twinged and softened the moment I moved back his jizz sprayed out across the floor leaving him to slowly soften as he gasped desperately 

“Ohhh my whitey someone was on a bit of a easy trigger” I giggled stroking his hair 

“To be fair.” He gasped “no girls ever did that to me before - and you are … one hell of a tease. I'm surprised I lasted that long” 

“Awww cute.”

“Now what exactly are you gonna do with me?”

“I've already done it” I giggled unlocking his handcuffs and giving him a kiss “see ya around whitey”  I smiled going to leave but he grabbed me 

“You ain't going anywhere darlin’” 

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Maybe you should have been more careful what you asked for

Media - Godless (Netflix) Character - Whitey Winn Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n (criminal) Rating - 18+ BJ/ HJ/ handcuffs/ making out/ overstimulation/ premature EJ/ Word Count - 1342

Whitey sat in the office. Minding the one prisoner they had locked in the cells. A girl had come into town and there was a wanted poster out for her. So Bill grabbed her and shoved her into a cell. The issue was he then had to leave. Meaning she was left with Whitey Winn. Who'd been so desperate for attention lately he has actually begun humping his pillow at night. And he was… Loving her!

Y/n noticed Whitey staring at her from his desk. Rolling her eyes as she leant on the cell bars in her skirt and top. Knowing just from how his hand sat that he was stroking his cock through his pocket as he looked at her, "Something interesting over here deputy?" She teased him

Whitey stood up abruptly, his cock throbbing in his pants. He walked over to the cell, his eyes roaming over her body. “Well now miss… I reckon you know why you're here.” he said, trying to keep his voice steady as he looked at her ass. He unlocked the cell door and opened it slowly. “But seeing as sheriff ain't back yet…”

Y/n figured immediately what was happening so she backed away from the door with a sly smile, "That so deputy?"

Whitey stepped into the cell, closing the door behind him. He leaned against it, his eyes never leaving hers. “Yeah… I reckon I could let you go… if you let me…” he trailed off, gesturing down at his crotch. His voice was low and husky, filled with desire.

Y/n licked her lips, a wicked smile spreading across her face, "humm well? Which would you rather cutie? My mouth, my hand or my pussy?"

Whitey's eyes widened slightly at her boldness, he was kinda assuming she’d have slapped him across the face or called him a perv but… she was… actually going along with it! For a moment his brain broke and he had to consider what on earth to say next… as he had no concept what to do now. Having never even imagined he’d get this far, but he quickly recovered. A smirk spread across his face as he considered her options. “Let's start with that pretty mouth of yours… Kiss it better.”

"Then take your pants off, deputy" Y/n smirked, getting on her knees,

Whitey quickly undid his belt buckle and pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles, his erection springing free. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside. He strode over to Y/n, his cock twitching with every step. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him with an intense gaze. “Well then baby… Let's see what you got.” He leaned down, hovering his cock over her waiting mouth.

Y/n opened wide, enveloping his stiff shaft with her warm moist lips.

Whitey groaned as Y/n took him deep into her throat, bobbing her head up and down his thick length. He ran his fingers through her hair, guiding her pace. “Fuck yeah baby… Take it all. Show me that pretty little mouth of yours.” Whitey's cock twitched in Y/n's mouth as she continued to pleasure him with her talented lips and tongue. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, “Damn baby… You're gonna make me blow my load… Gonna fill that pretty little mouth of yours.”

Y/n kept going making sure to make him as happy as possible,

Whitey's breath hitched in his chest as Y/n took him deeper into her throat, her skilled tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. He could feel the familiar tingle starting at the base of his spine, warning him of the impending explosion. He tried desperately not to cum so quickly but he was already surprised he’d lasted this long. “Fuck… I'm gonna cum soon…” Whitey's cock twitched in Y/n's mouth as he felt his orgasm approaching. He pulled her hair, forcing her to look up at him as he knew it was too late, his thick cum shooting out and filling her eager mouth.

Y/n swallowed greedily, savouring every drop as Whitey groaned in pleasure, his spent cock slipping from her lips with a pop, she stood and kissed his lips letting him slowly make out with her in his lusty state. Y/n took the opportunity while Whitey recovered from his orgasm and while he kissed her so deeply, to grab the keys for the cell and bolting for the door managing to get out and slam it shut locking Whitey inside seconds before he grabbed her. "Hummm Hiya deputy. Looks like you got a little distracted." She teased,

Whitey's eyes narrowed as he glared at her from behind the bars of the cell. He could still taste her on his lips and it only fueled his anger. “Damn it Y/n… You better not think this is over. I'll get out of here and when I do…”

"you'll what? Spank me for being such a naughty girl?" She teased,

Whitey's face turned red at her words, his cock starting to stir again at the thought of punishing her. “Don't tempt me little girl… I'll think of something a lot worse than spanking for you.” He growled, his muscles tensing as he tried to find a way out of the cell.

Y/n smirked and cupped his hardening cock through the bars

Whitey gasped as Y/n's hand wrapped around his sensitive length, her touch making him weak in the knees.

“Mmm I bet you're a lot of fun to play with deputy… Wanna see how bad I can make you squirm?”

Whitey's eyes rolled back in his head as Y/n continued to stroke him through the bars of the cell. He could feel himself getting harder with every pass of her hand, his balls tightening in anticipation. “Damn it Y/n… Stop teasing me before I lose my mind. I need to fuck you so badly right now…”

"Want or need Whitey?"

Whitey growled in frustration, his cock twitching in Y/n's hand. “I need to be inside you, You're gonna make me beg aren't you?”

"humm Y/nbe… Or maybe I'm gonna make you cum so much you'll be begging me to stop." She smirked grabbing some handcuffs and cuffing his wrists to the bars so he couldn't move back. Then knelt on the floor kissing his cock.

Whitey's breath hitched as Y/n knelt before him, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. He groaned loudly, thrusting forward helplessly as she took him deep into her warm mouth. “Fuck yes baby…”

"How many times have you ever come in one day Whitey?" She cooed between paused sucks and kisses,

Whitey's hips bucked wildly as Y/n continued to work him over with her mouth. “Shit…” he panted, trying to focus on her question. “I don't know… maybe five or six times? Fuck I'm gonna blast my load… You're gonna make me lose count for sure…”

"five? Sounds too easy. Let's say… Ten and then we'll see if you have enough strength to fuck me."

Whitey whined but almost buckled his knees, With a loud cry, his cum shot out in long, intense spurts as he came in Y/n's mouth. “Fuck… fuck… fuck… please… please… Mercy.”

“Mercy? Already?” She cooed, “You’re the one who came asking for attention. Maybe you should have been more careful what you asked for.” She winked before she started again,

[the-fiction-witch]

Lil Lady P2

Media - Godless Character - Whitey Winn Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n Winn Rating - Sweet af Word Count - 2615

Warnings for childbirth!

Part One

As I finished knocking on the last fence post, I felt the exhaustion in my bones and my sweat trickling down my face. I removed my hat and used it to wipe off the sweat while taking a deep breath of satisfaction. I looked around and saw my jumper resting on the rocking chair on the porch, where I had left it before starting my work. My sleeves were rolled up to my elbows, and I wore a pair of suspenders to keep my pants up while working.

Taking a moment to look over the place, I admired our little one-room farmhouse with its small porch and rocking chair out front, where I often spent my evenings drinking lemonade and enjoying the sunset. I had built a small, sheltered stable to the side of the house where Ted, our beloved horse, resided. The crop field was to the side of the house, and I had planted a variety of crops. A small pen full of chickens was nearby, where we got our daily dose of fresh eggs, and I had marked out an area for a well to provide us with fresh water.

It wasn't much, but it was home, and I loved it. I saw so much potential in this place, and I couldn't wait to see it come to fruition. However, I had to accept that I was just one man, used to a cushy office job as a deputy. So, I continued to work hard and make the most of what I had, knowing that every little improvement would bring me closer to my dreams.

I turned my head towards the sound of the porch creaking and my eyes lit up with delight. Standing before me was Y/n, the love of my life, who had always been beautiful, but today she looked even more breathtaking. She stepped onto the porch, her small house slippers barely making a sound on the wooden planks. She was wearing a white cotton nightie that clung to her curves in all the right places, and a dressing gown wrapped around her shoulders, which accentuated her baby bump. Her Y/h/C hair was styled in a long braid that cascaded down her back, and her sweet Y/E/C eyes looked towards me with a warm smile. I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and admiration as I gazed at her.

"Well Hiya Lil lady, what can I do ya for Mrs Winn?" I tipped my hat to her,

"Very funny Mr Winn," she laughs,

"what are ya doin' out of bed?" I went over leaning on the porch railing,

"strechin' my legs,"

"I know you're gettin' a lil cabin fever but go on back to bed you need to keep off them legs till baby comes," I told her,

"I'll be alright for five minutes whitey," she pleads,

"Alright but not a second more," I told her,

She nodded with a happy smile so I moved closer running my hands over her bump and peppering it with kisses, so she rests her hands in my hair.

"Umm Hiya lil baby." I cooed, "You are gettin' so big,"

"He's getting ready to come out,"

"I know he is, Lil baby must be gettin' excited after seein' that nice crib I made him,"

"Yes... the crib,"

"What?"

"Nothing,"

"Something wrong with my woodwork?"

"...No whitey," she chuckled,

"Good, besides the first couple weeks, we'll just wanna cuddle him up in our arms,"

"I'm sure we will," she chuckled, "what have you been doing all morning anyway?"

"I did the fence like ya asked," I told her showing off my work, "Ain't I just the handsome, rugged, livin' of the land hubby ya always dreamed of lil lady?" I cuddled her from behind my chin on her shoulder and my hands on her belly,

"Yes," she smiled, "Whitey?"

"Mhm?"

"Where's the gate?"

I then looked around the whole fence and noticed, "God damn it! forgot the bloody fence." I sighed,

"You gonna have to start again,"

"...Nah I'll just make a hole where the gate needs to be," I shrug heading down to get my tools,

"Ah yes, the handsome, rugged, livin' of the land hubby I always dream of, full of solutions,"

"It's why ya married me," I smirked,

"Come on lil one, let's get you something nice to eat," she said heading back inside,

"Alright, ya get yourself back to bed while I get this done."

"Will do!" she calls,

"Love ya!"

"Love you too!"

I sat outside, breathing in the crisp evening air as I slowly rocked back and forth in my cherished rocking chair. The endless void of darkness that surrounded me was only broken by the soft glow of the lantern by the door, its light the only source of illumination for miles. The moon was absent tonight, and the only sounds that could be heard were the occasional clunks and clatters from the chickens and the stable. Despite the stillness, I found it comforting out here. It was our own little slice of paradise, secluded from any troubles or concerns that may exist elsewhere. Our humble abode was a place where we could build and raise our family, and I cherished every moment spent in its peaceful embrace.

There are moments when I find myself overcome by a sense of longing for my former home in Labelle. I miss the familiar faces of Bill and Maggie, the old guy who ran the local saloon, where I spent many a pleasant evening - sipping on a cold beer, chatting with friends, and enjoying the lively atmosphere. I also miss the convenience of having a dry goods store nearby, where I could easily pick up some orange drops.

Despite these feelings, I know that our move was the right decision for all of us. I can no longer think solely of myself since I have a wife and a baby to care for now. This new chapter of our lives will bring new opportunities and challenges, and I'm excited to see what the future holds for us.

Speaking of which, I jolted almost falling out of my chair and I heard a scream from inside, my first thought was immediately either Spider. or Snake. So I bolted inside and saw Y/n in bed clutching her stomach. Oh fuck... it's labour!

"Y/n lil lady are you alright!"

"DO I look alright!"

"How long did this start?"

"I've been feeling strange all day, but It's only gotten worse, but now-" She was cut off by her own scream,

"Ohh okay," I gulped, "You're not meant to go into labour for another week, doctor ain't coming out will Sunday,"

"Well, doctor or not Baby is coming whitey!"

"Ohhhhhh fuck. shit. fuck. fuck. Okay... if I saddle Ted up fast and ride like a mad man I can be to the nearby down in an hour grab the doctor and come back another hour-" I began but another scream erupted me,

"We don't have two hours whitey!"

"We don't?" I asked and my blood ran cold as she pulled away the sheets tears straining her face as we were far from a doctor being called on, "Ohh shit."

"Whitey... you-"

"No. No. No. I can't-"

"Whitey you have to!" she cried,

"I can't deliver a baby!"

"Well I can't do it can I!"

"I know... I... I don't know what to do!"

"You read the baby book,"

"I skimmed it!"

She screamed again, "You put it in there whitey! just do it backwards!"

"I don't think me puttin' my dick into this situation will help,"

"Whitey!"

"Okay! okay!... don't worry lil lady I will figure this out," I told her kissing her head, I grabbed the baby book, I grabbed a blanket, towels, a large bowl, and a glass and bottle of whiskey. Putting everything at the end of our bed, I grabbed the glass and opened the bottle pouring myself a glass but before I could drink it she grabbed it and shot it. "Y/n!" I almost laughed at her,

"What!"

"You're pregnant!"

"He's leaving. and I'm in agony. Double shot." She demanded handing me the glass back, I didn't argue and poured her more before taking a swig myself for confidence. I flicked through the book and set things up as best I could based on the descriptions. And also doing my best not to get freaked out or vomit but... it's terrifying I think I deserve some credit.

It was hard to watch her in so much pain, but I did everything I could for her trying my best to make it easy she had tossed the glass and was now just swigging right from the bottle which did seem to help her. And then it was all so sudden, her screams became violent as she cursed and swore my very existence, and then I saw a head, then shoulders, then the whole baby was out, so I scooped him up in my blanket as fast as I could and handed him to Y/n without even thinking. For a moment I think we both just reverted to pure instincts.

And suddenly it was calm.

And what a sight it was, Y/n sat up in our bed, our little baby boy in her arms his face against her chest. She had the sweetest tears in her Y/E/C eyes, her Y/h/C hair matted and messy, both of them covered in fluids and blood but I went over and kissed his little head cradling them both gently in my arms.

"I've never been so happy, he's perfect,"

"He is... our perfect lil boy,"

"Our sweet lil boy," I cooed, "There is nothin' I wouldn't do for ya, and for him. I swear it Y/n. I love ya both so much,"

"I love you too whitey," We shared a soft kiss and I helped her through the rest of the birthing stuff making sure everything was as it should be before I got my turn I held his little body in my arms and I was so smitten, he had little Y/E/C eyes just like her, but some shaggy blonde hair like me. And I loved him the moment he came into this world, I nuzzled my head against him like I had so often when he was inside her, and it even felt the same.

"My son... my sweet lil boy,"

"cosy?" she asks as she lays in bed resting after everything,

"Very, ya think of a name yet?"

"Lucas," She smiled,

"Lucas? Awww lil Lucas. I love it." I smiled, "Lil Lucas Winn. That's a big strong name for a big strong boy," I cooed,

"It is, a big strong farm boy."

I chuckled, "A big strong farm boy, with a mama and a hubby who love each other very very much," I kissed her head, "Rest Lil lady, I got him for a while,"

"You sure?"

"I'm fine, he's so lil how much trouble can he be?"

"Famous last words," she giggled, "Goodnight WHitey,"

"Goodnight Y/n," I smiled, and she was out almost like a light, "Guess it's just you and me for a Lil while Lucas. I promise ya I am goin' to take care of ya and give ya the best life in the world."

As I stood outside on a hot day, taking care of the chickens, Y/n was busy feeding Lil Lucas inside the house. I noticed one of the chickens, which I had nicknamed 'Pecky', was trying to peck my boots off, so I had to tell it off. I carefully set the feed down out of reach and made my way to the porch for a moment of relief. Suddenly, I spotted two horses heading our way, and my heart began to race. I wasn't sure who they could be or what their intentions were. I quickly headed back inside to grab my guns, just in case.

Soon enough, the horses approached the fence, and I could see that it was Bill Mcnue and Y/n's father. So I stood my ground,

"Mornin' pleasant day for some farmwork," Bill said,

"That it is," I answered,

"You're corns lookin' a little wilted, you need some water on it quick."

"Rain's comin' tomorrow. No point water loggin' it. Besides I ain't finished the well yet."

"Alright, you best get that done."

"Yeah, I better. what'd ya want?"

"Course, I uhh I'm Sherrif Bill Mcnue from down Labelle,"

"I know who ya are." I snapped back never lowering my guns,

"We're looking for the Winn Farm, We in the right place?"

"Ya are."

"...Whitey?"

"Hiya Bill,"

"God damn- I barely even-"

"So you're the fucker who knocked up my daughter and bolted with her-" Her father began but I clocked my gun,

"Hey! I know ya wanna beat my ass for what I did. But you're in my neck of the woods now Mr. This is my farm and I paid a cool five dollars for that very bit of land ya standin' on, so as it is ya trespassin' on my hand. and as an Ex Lawman myself I know for a fact ya come over that fence I am well within my rights to shoot ya between the eyes. Ain't that so Bill?"

"He's right." Bill nodded,

"where's my daughter?" He asked,

"Y/n's restin',"

"I wanna see her! I wanna see her take her home!"

"You have no right-"

"She's my daughter! I have every right to take her home!" he tried to come over the fence,

"Not anymore ya don't!" I warn, "We got married in a local chapel just an hour's ride from here, lovely lil place I recommend it. We're married, Mr and Mrs Winn legally all states, all rules, all laws, she ain't just a daughter ya can take home Mr, This is her home now."

"Let me see my daughter!"

"She. Is. Restin'."

"Let me see her!"

"Will ya quit ya shouting!" I yelled back, "We have a sleepin' baby in the house, and a woman still recoverin' from labour keep ya fuckin' voice down." I demanded.

"Let. me. See. My. Daughter."

Luckily the door opened, and Y/n came out with Lil Lucas in her arms, she saw him and her face turned sour, she kissed my cheek and bounced Lucas on her hip,

"Hiya Daddy,"

"You really did it... you stupid little girl." He tossed his head back and forth, "You are coming home right now."

"I am home Daddy, I'm a married woman, with a son, with chores to do, I am not coming back with you Daddy. I'm staying here. Where I belong. Now Lucas has just woken up from his nap, I would be more than happy to let you in for a cup of coffee, the same offer applies to you, Bill. And you are welcome to come back and visit Lucas and us as much as you want. But this is my home. And if you can't accept that, then I'm cutting you off from me, my husband, my home, and your grandson."

"A cup of coffee sounds mighty nice Miss- Ohh Sorry Mrs Y/n Winn," Bill chuckled as he came through the gate,

"Choices is yours, Daddy," she shrugged,

"You own this place?" He asked,

"We do," I nodded,

"Baby's happy?"

"Happy, healthy, drinking milk like it's going out of fashion."

"you got food? clothes? money?"

"As much as we need,"

"Farms the plan?"

"It's the way we're goin',"

"You takin' care of my little girl?"

"That I am sir, And our little boy," I smiled giving them each a kiss,

"... Alright," He sighed climbing down from his horse and opening the gate, "You really got to finish digging that well out,"

"Ohh he knows," Y/n gives me a side eye,

"You guys can tie your horses up in the stable with Ted. I'll get the kettle going." I smiled,

Of course, Bill and her father came over happily to see little Lucas, so I gave her and him another kiss, "Back in a sec lil lady,"

"see you soon hubby," she cooed,

"Just a moment lil boy," I cooed tapping his nose before I went in to make coffee,