#makin my horse girl energy come out again

[songofsoma]

local gay cowgirl just lookin for a woman to smooch

tagging: @megan-the-canadian @blightning @fruitjuucy @ritsusohma @apostatequeen

save a horse, ride a cowboy xx

@linguinereid @genuisgub @rumplebutterbitch i wanna see y'all do this

[meowdymista]

i. the one that got away

Warning: spoilers

Part of Devil’s Backbone project - Masterlist - redrafted on ao3

“I think someone’s coming.”

Sadie leans out from around the station, expecting another false alarm. Abigail keeps her head buried in her son’s hair, breathing in his scent, trying to keep calm. This was why she stayed in camp as long as she had. It was bad enough waiting for his damn horse for the duration of whatever job he was on. The anxiety driven adrenaline was always pumping, and the sudden rush of relief often left her over tired and snappy - she prays under her breath, eyes scrunched closed. Bring him back to me. Please bring him back to me and I will never shout again - I will be silent, I will be complacent, just please, please-

“Is that...?” Riding haggard down the train tracks, he’s rasping, bloody and muddy, but oh so very there. Spotting her with her long blonde braid and the fitted trousers, he forces the crook of his mouth to chisel into his cheek, and tips his hat with the last of his energy.

“Mrs Adler.”

“Arthur!”

Her soft features shatter. Tilly is already running into the road, not looking back, her sobs the opposite end of the spectrum..

“Arthur! Arthur, you made it!”

“Let’s git him off his horse. Tilly, think you can hitch her?” The grunt is undeniable. Raspy, rough and deep. It’s not him. She squeezes her eyes tighter, stars erupting under her lids - Please, please, please-

“Mama! Uncle Arthur’s back!” She tries to gather the energy to keep him close, but her body is a bag of bones with no tendons. The boy tries to tug her up by her index finger, but the weight of the world is suffocating. Her boy - their boy. All that wasted time. She still couldn’t tell him.

“Forget me,” grumbles Arthur, his spurs clanking over the planks. “Where’s Abigail?”

“She’s- she’s here. What happened?”

“Abigail-” The heat that tilts her chin is gentle despite the calloused skin. Her body responds, sweeping her face to the left and then back into the safespace of his hand. “Abigail, look at me.”

A sob heaves out of her chest, her lashes dropping their heavy load as he comes into focus, dishevelled, beaten, but unmistakably there. He takes a breath to speak, but it catches and his own mouth droops lower than she has ever seen. His other hand holds her neck, supporting it. “He-” The tears fall with his hat. “Abigail.”

She throws herself up against him, sobbing uncontrollably, crying harder when she catches Jack’s small voice asking Tilly if Mama is hurt, is he hurting her, she looks like she’s hurting.

“He came back.”

“John?” She scrambles, trying to push him back so she can see the verity in his eyes, but his grip is surprisingly firm for his shrinking frame.

“Abigail…”

“Where is he? Where-” And already her energy is used. She slumps back against the wall, her weight taking him with her.

“Woah there cowboy,” growls Sadie, pulling him back, but Abigail is past caring. There was no weight left to crush her. She feels him resist at first, before relaxing, allowing the woman to pull him back until he is lying on the planks barely able to catch his breath between coughing fits. She hears the slug of water Tilly retrieves from his satchel, and even hears the air as he shakes his hand at her, still spluttering breathlessly.

He groans loudly as the fit passes and he accepts the drink.

“Did you say something about John?” Sadie is squatted next to him, holding his shoulder to keep him balanced. Tilly is knelt the other side, wiping the gleam from his brow. “What happened when you got back? Micah? Dutch? The money?” 

“Jack?” he gasps suddenly.

“I’m here, Uncle Arthur!” The man sighs with relief, or exhaustion. Jack brushes Abigail’s hair from her face. “Mama, are you sick?”

Sadie curses. “I think she’s passed out.”

“Nah, she’s there.” He coughs and staggers to his feet despite Tilly’s objections. “She’s in shock. C’mon, we all need-” He hacks away again, shaking his head as his adopted sister rubs his back. “We need a roof. Somewhere to stay. Somewhere-”

“Somewhere to get you two rested up,” finishes Sadie. He nods. “Tilly, I think there’s a room above the gunsmith.”

“I’ll be right back,” she promises, lifting her yellow skirts, her beaten boots kicking the dirt up behind her.

“Unser Retter!”

“No, no, he’s fine, leave him be.”

“Ist sie verletzt?”

“She’s with me too. I just sent my friend to get us a room.” Sadie tries to disrupt the amalgamation of foreign chatter, but it’s sweeping over Abigail’s head, swirling into nothingness.

“This man- he helped my family. His friend; she is sick also?”

She sighs in exasperation. “Listen, we’ve just been through a lot, we don’t need saving. Like I said, my friend-”

A male voice gushes more foreign sounds.

“My father. He wants to help. He- he-” The small voice sighs. “Er wird sie heben. Heben?”

“I don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I think he’s offering to carry her,” growls Arthur. “We’re fine, friend. Thank you. I can get her.”

“Arthur, you ain’t even carryin’ yourself right now!”

“You and Tilly need to get yourselves out of here.” He looks up to Sadie, blue eyes begging, each breath rasping from his open mouth. “There’s too many of us. I’ll take care of ‘em but I need you-”

“What you need, Arthur Morgan, is to quit trying to be the hero,” she snaps, grunting as she lifts Abigail to her feet. “You helped me out at Hanging Dog Ranch, and I did my best to get John’s family out. You can’t do this alone. Let me help.”

“Fine,” he wheezes, stroking Abigail’s arm as Sadie helps her in the direction Tilly left it.

“Where’s Pa?”

“Listen, Jack. I need you to be brave. Can you do that for me?” The boy nods, eyes wide with fear. “Follow Mrs Adler and your ma. Miss Tilly is getting you a bed for the night.”

“You not comin’?” calls Sadie, glaring back.

“I’ve been runnin’ with Dutch over twenty years. They know who I am. It’s the best chance I can give yer.”

“Sir, you stay with my family.”

He grins. “See, hospitality abound!” He looks back to the girl and her father. “I can’t accept that. I’m a dangerous man, but thank you.” “We found you on the road,” the girl replies. “We brought you home. My father, he has medicine.”

“I’m past medicine, miss.”

“My uncle is doctor in Germany. You come with us. We have medicine.”

******

They pass a week in Annesburg, Sadie scouting ahead with advice of various homesteads.

“If we could get to Strawberry,” murmurs Arthur as the blonde mother forces a bowl of grey blue paste into his hands. “There’s a couple of cabins up there. A taxidermist who’s never home and a newly married feller that rode off the cliff.” “How’d you know about those kinda things, Arthur?” she asks incredulously as he spoons the goo into his mouth. “And what the hell is that?”

“I quit askin’.”

“I know I knocked Pearson the whole time we were in camp, but right now he looks like the chef of the century.”

His  chuckle tickles his throat into a cough. “They make proper food too. I think it’s medicine of some kind. Or poison. Either way, no one else here seems to get it. Want some?”

“I’ll pass.” Sadie surveys him. His eyes are a little less dark, his breathing nowhere near as raspy and somehow his face is a little fuller. “You know, Morgan, I thought you were dead when you rode off.”

“So did I.” He coughs into the handkerchief again before clearing his throat. “Listen, go North outta here an’ take the road North East, up the hillside. Eventually you’ll see a little cabin with blue shutters - last time I went by, the place was empty and had been for a while. Might be a better place for y’all to stay ‘til we can get somethin’ more permanent.”

“What about you?”

“I got contacts. Met a widow an’ a coupl’a hermits.” He shudders as he forces the last of the paste down his throat. “One’s a self proclaimed King. I gotta check the small print, but I’m pretty sure if I kill him, that makes me the new monarch.”

“Oo, look at you! Got your sights set high, huh?” Sadie lands a soft punch to his shoulder as he coughs out a laugh. “Living up to the legend!”

*****

“SNAP!”

“Yeh’re gettin’ good at this, Jack.”

“I’m winning! I’m winning!”

“You sure are, son. C’mon, I’m gonna go a bit quicker now, yeh ready?”

“Damn straight!”

“Hey now, what would your mama do if she heard you cursin’ like tha’?” There’s a small nervous giggle. “Naw, this time it’s just between us boys. Don’t be sayin’ tha’ in front of your mama, ok, Jack?”

“Sorry, Uncle Arthur.”

“S’alright, just don’t go makin’ a habit of it, yer hear? Else she won’t let me play you again.”

The silence is broken by the flick of cards. The world is swirling, knocking her sick. Everything aches and her head is heavy - it takes a few seconds for her brain to catch up. The damp is leaking into her hair before she realises that she’s crying.

“Mama?”

“It’s ok, Jack. Keep practicing.” A chair drags dully across the rug and the rugged warm hands encase the folded frozen pair on her stomach. “Abigail?”

The whisper is warm and dances over her skin, waking it up. Blinking, she tries to open her eyes, but there is too much moisture. His thumb strokes her lashes clean, and she tries again. Arthur is watching her with concern, his blond hair a halo in the light from the window.

“Hey there, darlin’. You thirsty?” She shakes her head, her neck stiff, but as she swallows to speak her throat is dry. “Here, we got you a cup, just take a sip for me.”

She obeys, accepting his help as he tips the cup to her lips. Through the gap her swollen eyes can make, she sees Jack turning cards and counting them to himself. “Did you teach him to do that?” she croaks.

Following her gaze, he chuckles. “Blackjack was no fun without a dealer.” She scowls as he leans back to cough. “I’m just messin’. Kinda.”

She sighs, a smile trying to fight it’s way onto her face, but the anchors pull down at her cheeks. “You said- Something about John?”

He hesitates, glancing at the boy as he scrunches up his handkerchief. She touches his hand, the one that’s still on the bed.

“Please?”

He sighs, fingers scratching into his beard. “I will.” He meets her gaze, his eyes sad and sick. “But not with the boy here. Later. I promise.”

[the-fiction-witch]

I’m Stuck

TV SHOW: GODLESS  COUPLE: WHITEY X READER RATING: SMUTTY!

MEGAFIC

I smiled wondering down to the river with whitey, he needed some water for a bath, and I needed some for my flower beds as it hasn't rained in weeks now, so we had loaded whiteys horse Ted up with bottles to fill having a laugh and a joke as we walked along whitey holding Ted's rains and I walked along beside him until- I felt whiteys hand on my arse giving my left arse cheek a grope "AHH! Whitey!" I yelled pushing his hand away the second I felt it "Awww come on y/n, ya can't blame a guy for tryin'" he smirked "You dirty bastard" I complain "It's why ya love me" he smirked "Who ever said I loved you?" I ask "Knowone, but I can see it in ya eyes pretty girly" he smirked wrapping his arms around my waist "come on give us a kiss then?" He smirked "Bugger off whitey" I laugh pushing him away "you've been such a horny boy lately what the hells wrong with you?" I ask and he shrugs "is it lousie again?" I ask "Lousie?" He asks "Your little girlfriend out in blackdom? She not giving you any again?" I ask "She never gave me any" he sighed "I don't talk with her much anymore, I finished my lessons so" he shrugged "You best be looking about for a new little girl then" I laugh "Yeah...I better" he smirked "Oi" I complain "I know what that dirty little smirk of yours means whitey Winn and don't you even think about it" I warn "Oww... Ya spoil all my fun y/n" he complains "but I suppose ya are a lot of fun to make up for it" he smirked as he pinched my arse "Ahhh!" I yelled in shock slapping his hand away "you pinched my bottom" I complain that kinds hurt a little bit "That I did darlin', so...ya dragged me all the way out here ya gonna kiss me or not?" He laughs "No! I came for water you twit" I complain "Ohh...I thought that was code for let's go down the river and make out?" He complains "No, why on this earth would I wanna make out with you whitey" I laugh "What's wrong with me!" He complains a little offended "Well, when was the last the you had a bath?" I ask "Few days ago" he shrugs "Liar" I laugh "when was the last time you shaved?" I ask "Some ladies like a unshaved man" he smirked "Your not a man whitey you are a boy, it makes you look like a twit" I tell him "there's alot of reasons whitey" I shrug "So... If I shaved and had a proper bath, would ya kiss me then?" He asks "Maybe" I shrug "if you weren't such a pervert" I sigh "Well, I can't help it your so pretty and sexy darlin' I can't keep my hands off ya" he smirked "Hurry up whitey I wanna get to the river today" I laugh We rushed a little more till we got close to the river bank as we did I noticed an I've turned over carriage half inside the sand and dirt just a window above the mud we tried to move it but we couldn't it was far to heavy "Now what?" He asks "I think I can fit though the window..." I said slowly trying to climb in I got my head in and my arms having to squish my boobs a little to try and get though past my waist and... My butt was too big I couldn't get any further in I tried to move back but I couldn't get my chest thought going this way... I was stuck "Owww whitey!" I yell "Yeah?" He yells from outside "I'm stuck" I tell him "Your stuck?" He asks "Yes now help pull me out" I complain as I could tell the way I was leaning my feet where off the floor and there was no way I was gonna get myself out without whiteys help "So... Your stuck in there?" He smirked "Ohhh no you don't!" I complain "I know that smirky tone whitey Don't even think about it" I said trying to kick my feet a little not trusting him at all, I would trust him more if it was my head and chest on his side... but my butt and legs I don't trust whitey at all! "Hummm..." He smirked as I heard him stepping closer to the carriage "Whitey Winn don't you dare." I told him sternly "Ohh but how could I let...such an opportunity slip me by darlin'" he smirked "Whitey I'm serious-" I began before I felt him pinch my bottom "ahhh! Whitey Winn you get those grubby little hands of me!" I yelled "Awww come on y/n, like you wouldn't if it was me" he smirked gropeing my arse I kept trying to kick him but he was moving to avoid them or just ignoring my pitiful kicks "I wouldn't I would have helped you out!" I complain "Hummm...liar" he smirked slapping my arse "Owww! That hurt!" I complain "Awww does my little darlin' not like being spanked? You'll warm up to it" he smirked doing it again "AHH! Whitey! Help me!" I complain "I am helpin'" he smirked "Helping your dam self!" I complain "Well...of course darlin'" he smirked "I help ya out with stuff all the time, not it's time I got what I wanted" he smirked as I felt his hands on the skirt of my dress "Whitey..." I warn "don't you dare-" I began but he slipped up the skirt of my dress ripping it from where I had been holding it in my legs to try and stop him I clamped my legs shut in hope of stoping him "Oohh" he smirked "what a pretty girly?" he smirked

Whiteys pov: I smirked pulling her little dress up revealing everything to me as she was lightly bent over stuck on this little window her feet not even touching the floor she kept her legs shut for dear life, as she and no underdress on or anything she only had her boots and little stockings that went up to her thighs her curt stuck in the window the rest of her inside the carriage being suspended as it was too far off the floor and gravity inside was pulling her to be bent over her sexy arse cheeks with the little mark where I had just pinched her bottom though the dress her arse so smooth and soft looking, her pussy out and exposed to the warm air this was doing something for her as she had some... Glistening around her pussy and her little clit. "Oohh" I smirked "pretty girly" I groaned "Whitey whatever your thinking-" she began "Humm I think ya know me well enough to know exactly what I'm thinkin' y/n" I smirked giving her little clit a kiss making her jump trying to kick and fidget so I grabbed her legs "Whitey stop please don't-" she began but I pulled her legs apart as wide as they could go with her being stuck and all spreading everything apart even more I could hardly contain myself so I kept her legs as wide as I could and attacked her pussy and clit with kisses and licks almost making out with her sweet pussy, she tasted exactly how I imagined she would and I never ever wanted to stop she screamed very surprised in shock suddenly feeling so much pleasure till I pulled back licking lips a little "Humm did ya like that darlin'?" I asked "Whitey help me to get out!" She complains "I will...when I'm done with ya" I smirked slapping her bare arse once again knew her legs would stay put I grabbed onto her arse and spread her arse and pussy even wider letting a little wetness drip "awww ya drippin' for me are ya?" I smirked licking the inside of her pussy a little almost fucking her with my tongue she was still quite almost trying to ignore me and the burning heat between her legs so I smirked moving and kissing her little clit almost feeling it engorge as I kissed it I heard a little noise from her so I did it much much more returning to the tongue filled kisses I had been giving her pussy "Uhh ugmrhh!" She complains clearly feeling pleasure "Awww my sexy girly can't resist me can she?" I smirked slipping a finger inside her "Uhh!" She moans "Uhhh fuck! Keep makin' those noise's, ya makin' me hard darlin'" I moaned kissing her harder often sucking on her clit adding another finger to slowly finger fuck her "Uhhh uuuuhh! Ughhh! Ummm uhhhh!" She squeals "Awww ya gettin' close darlin'?" I smirked between kisses and she didn't respond "I want an answer sweetheart" I smirk thrusting my fingers as fast and hard as I could using my other hand to rub on her clit at an near inhuman pase "Ahhhhh! Uhhh uhhhh ahhhhhhh!" She screams opening her legs a little wider for me "Hummm good girl" I growl retuning to kissing her clit "Wh- whi..." Her little voice moans "What?" I asked "Whitey" she whined "What is it sweetheart?" I smirked rubbing on her clit again "More..." She moans "More? My little lady close?" I ask "Uhh huu" she says clearly blushing "Awww that's so cute" I laugh "well... One, then it's my turn" I smirk keeping rubbing as fast as I could in her clit and tongue fucking her, I lived hearing her muffled screams and moans as she got close till I felt her twitching and bucking towards my mouth so I got faster and harder which made her whole pussy shake as she came squirting a little it running down her dripping onto the sand and mud I couldn't help but laugh at just how cute she was being "my turn" I smirk moving around a little and undoing my pants "Whitey...what are you- no! No no no whitey Don't even think about it!" She sqeualed as she realized what I was gonna do to her she tried her best to push herself out of her stuck situation squrming her little feet as she tries to escape me I quickly pushed Inside her holding her hips "Uhhhh! Y/n, I always imagined you'd be tight sweetheart, but... never this tight for me?" I smirked slowly thrusting Inside her it felt so good so I quickly got to a rapid pase pounding her pussy as I knew it wouldn't take me long she was screaming like a little banshee she loved it so much she even wrapped her legs around my waist I knew i was close and so was she with her pussy clentching and shaking as she got closer "Whitey!...whitey stop!" She complains "Why? I just wanna make my sweetheart feel good? Don't ya wanna have another orgasm?" I asked her "Whitey ...slow down" she begs "Not a change sweetheart" I smirked Getting faster listening to her muffled lustful screams as she got tighter and louder I felt her clentch around me tight squirting down my cock a little bit he screams audible even though the carriage wood it got me there too finishing inside her with a groan and a grunt, as soon as I got some energy I pulled out doing my pants back up and managing to push her Into the carriage and climbing in the little window sitting in the almost upside down carriage with her  "So..." I smirk "So" she blushed "Did my little lady like bein' stuck?" I asked and she blushed hard and nodded "that's my girl" I smirk giving her lips a gentle kiss "ya know, knowone else ever comes this way, we could always...use this place as our little love nest whenever we want away from la belle" I suggest "Okay" she giggled nuzzling into my neck "Okay?" I ask and she nods "so? Do I get to make out with you know? Or do I still have to shave first?" I ask her "Not shave I like not it tickles" she giggled "but definitely a bath" she says "Alright sweetheart, come on let's go have a nice bath in the river" I smirked