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[the-fiction-witch]

HorseBack

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Smutty

I walked through the dusty desert, my wrists tied with rope so tightly I had no chance of escape, the rope attached to the saddle of the horse I was forced to walk beside. I glanced at the brown horse and its rider who sat atop it, He sat on his horse in his dirty and dusty brown leather boots, tight textured pants, a button down so dirty its original colour may have been lost to time, an off green jumper with half buttons, and a dirty old hat. He saw me and smirked slyly.

"Yes, little lady?"

"How much further to this place?"

"Labelle is a few more miles away"

"Can I at least get on the horse?"

"Sorry little lady not gonna happen"

"But my feet hurt"

"maybe ya should have thought about that before ya did what ya did"

"They got what they deserved" I rolled my eyes

"That's why ya walkin'"

"Please"

"Ya promise to behave yourself, little lady?"

"yes" I sighed

"Alright" he smirked stopping the horse and tapping the saddle he sat on

I rolled my eyes but climbed onto the horse sitting in front of him he quickly grabbed the reins making sure I didn't get a chance to do anything and we continued on through the dust for a good while

"How much longer?" I asked

"a little while longer little lady" he smirked "Don't worry we'll get to Labelle soon, and then you'll have ya own little cosy cell"

"Exciting" I sighed "How long for?"

"Well we'll have a word with the sheriff and see what he says"

I pouted and just sat trying to plan my way out of this

"Don't pout little lady, I promise it'll be a very nice cell"

"No reason for me to be excited"

"Well I'll be here to take care of ya"

"Take care?" I glared over my shoulder

"Won't that be fun?" He smirked his hands moving back to stroke my waist and hips

"What do you think you're doing deputy boy!"

"Just entertainin' myself on the journey" He smirked running his hands all over my waist and hips getting more and more aggressive "You know, I could trade ya cell for a nice cosier bed" He smirked moving a little closer and his hands moving from my waist to my breasts groping and squeezing my chest

“What the hell!” I complained

“If ya keep nice and quiet I’ll make sure you’re not in the cell too long” he smirked fondling and groping my breasts “Wouldn’t that be nice little lady?”

“Just get it over with deputy boy” I sighed

“Awww come on cute little lady” he cooes squeezing them more “Just tryin' to have some fun” he smirked “Or should we have a little more intense fun” he smirked moving a hand under my dress until he found my undergarments stroking my pussy softly “That sound nice” he smirked as I leant my head against his shoulder

“Fine” I smirked “so long as I don’t have to spend time in the cells?”

“Deal” he smirked 

[ultramaga]

"I don’t think most non-Jews understand how disappointed we are in the left right now." I think you are confusing Leftism with being on the Left. However. Maybe you don't have politics as an interest, maybe you don't care about Dan Slott or Anita Sarkeesian. That's normal. To a normie, there's two sides, Left and Right, and those on the Left are good and the right are bad, or vice versa. To me, there WAS a Left and a Right, with mixtures of good and bad on both sides. They had extremes, which were mocked.

Most everyone used to despise communism and totalitarianism. But the hard Left, the fascist Left, that infiltrated schools and universities and was slowly taking over. Then there was Feminism. In the sixties it was born, flourished in the seventies, and by and large it ended with the eighties when the goals were met.

But evil never rests. The best of Feminism faded, the worst became dominant thanks to the work of Dworkin et al. Feminism merged with communism, and Intersectional Feminism was born.

Hating men was par for the course for those feminists, but now they could hate people on the basis of sexuality and race, and tell themselves that it was ok when they do it. When the Dan Slotts of this world started erasing white characters from fiction, only the nerds really cared. To most people, comics were for kids. Who cared if gingers no longer existed anyway? It moved from comics to musicals, to films... it was everywhere. To the Leftist Jews, who cared? It wasn't them. The Leftists were coming for the white people. Who cares? They deserve it. Then the Leftists realised, well, they can hurt Whites, and they do - but they can't really kill whites, not yet. Not in numbers. Although BLM and Antifa both did their best. At some point, they always came across the problem with American whites. They can shoot back. So they turned on the Jews. They had always been quietly antisemitic, even loudly so, but Jewish Leftists made excuses for it. The Leftists also turned on asians, declaring they were "white adjacent". Universities began to discriminate against them, as they were the most successful group, and Leftists wished Black People would rule above all others. Harvard was sued, but the case failed, and the discrimination became worse. The most hilarious sight was American Leftists screeching at Japanese sales people that Japanese were not allowed to sell to American whites, because that meant evil whitey would soil the purity of the Japanese culture. The Dan Slotts of the world gained strength every day, rewriting history itself to eradicate the disgusting caucasian. Netflix Cleopatra is notorious, but if you look at Doctor Who and other products of the BBC, this has been going on for about twenty years, and was especially directed at kids. You might think Google Gemini is strange for being blatantly false in its history, claiming that the Founding Fathers were black and the Greek Philosophers were black and every one under the sun was black ... But this has been building for decades. Black Panther was the triumph, the absolute peak propaganda point, where the Dan Slotts could claim they controlled not just Hollywood, but the United Nations. They had a new word for us. Colonizer. They demanded the Colonizer be removed, to be expunged, from language, from mathematics, from existence, from memory. If you knew the history of Germany, this would all sound like a tiresome repeat, a failure of originality, a Dan Slott shit show of a story. But this was reality. They wanted us dead. But they were too weak. Yet. But there are far fewer Jews. Imagine being a Leftist, trained from early childhood to be racist by teachers who thought they were antiracists. You turned on TV - the medieval English are there, but they are black. You open a browser - google insists that the Founding Fathers were black. Your smartphone is linked to an AI, which carefully edits every good in the world to attribut it to blacks, and evil to whites. Slavery only exists when whites are around, and the African and American tribes lived in blissful Paradise before their contamination. How are you going to know otherwise? Propaganda drums daily. Whites are evil. Whiteness must be purged. Anyone who says otherwise is a Nazi deserving of death. And people like me, dissenters, were labled Nazis. Death threats were just the background hum of our lives. Mostly, Leftists are weak and vicious, but they don't have guns themselves, and rely on manipulation behind the scenes to harm others. Any Leftist who doesn't quite keep up is then labelled a Nazi, worthy only of death. JK Rowling used to be worshipped by the Leftists.

But she didn't keep up. The Left was raging Leftwards to totalitarianism, and when they declared that men are now women, she spoke out.

And overnight, the Leftists frothed and raged against her. They murdered her in effigy, and sent death threats to her family. It was amusing trying to find even a gif her of JK Rowling on Tumblr which wasn't dripping in bile. Every Leftist which had put her on a pedestal when she was rewriting her lore to their liking, well, they declared that they had always hated her, that she was subhuman scum worthy only of the gas chamber. They turned on her in a second. Why does it surprise Leftist Jews that they were next? What were you expecting? Loyalty? When did Leftists display that?

To someone like myself, everything that is happening now is utterly predictable, even dull. Of course, they would now label Jews "Colonizers", of course they would try to kill them. They already tried all that with us, but we are too many. The Jews of the diaspora aren't, and the ones in Israel, well, Islamists and Leftists working together is nothing new. The Leftists were running defence for them for decades, claiming any resistance to Islamification was racist, and that Islamism was the one perfect religion that certainly never did anything bad to gay men. Now Leftism is merging with Islamism. This won't end well. Recently I had an argument with a Leftist that claimed that being a gay man in Texas was more dangerous than in the Islamic States. It was astonishing how disconnected from reality they were. Or maybe they didn't care about reality. After all, if reality is a social construct; to change it, you just lie until it becomes the truth!

To the Jewish Leftists who remain, run while you can, because the Night of the Long Knives is here. Again.

Do you really think Leftists will be any kinder this time round?

I don’t think most non-Jews understand how disappointed we are in the left right now. How completely abandoned we’ve become. How our contributions to progress for other groups have been erased or disavowed or hidden. How the actual tangible things that Jews have contributed to black rights and civil rights are being ignored. How we’re being told we contribute and have contributed nothing.

How we are being told that the world has been kind to us when it never has. As if my mom didn’t grow up getting called a Kike and getting beat up for being Jewish. How I thought I had friends until I caught them saying “xyz was beautiful until Jews showed up.” How people told me I was pretty “for a Jew.” How I grew up hearing stories about bombs being set off in Israel in buses and markets. How I couldn’t even go two weeks without hearing that and how nobody cared and somehow, every time that happened, the whole world became more hostile to me for some reason.

I just don’t understand. I don’t understand what leftists are doing. Or why. I hate that I have to say—of course, I support a free and self determined Palestine (which I truly do)—in order for you to decide I’m worthy of care and support.

We showed up for you. All of you. And the entire movement is abandoning us at best or targeting us at worst. Celebrating our deaths. Saying we deserved it. How are we supposed to trust you ever again? How are we supposed to feel safe ever again?

A very few select people who are in my life have taken the chance to actually learn about and dismantle their own unconscious antisemitism during this time. And I’m eternally grateful for them. But most people haven’t reached out at all. Most people are still sharing hateful things that could get me hurt and they don’t care. Most people Reblogging my posts are still Jews. Because we are alone. And it sucks. You need to be as loud about antisemitism as you are about Palestine or you’re an antisemite (unless you’re Arab/Muslim/Palestinian—I totally get that these groups are also doing damage control in their own communities just like Jews are).

But we are all in tremendous pain right now.

This moment will pass. And when it does, I will remember how many people let me down. I will remember that when I needed support more than I’ve ever needed it in my life, people fucking vanished. They pretended violence against my people wasn’t happening. They ignored and rewrote the history of Israel to suit their own narratives.

You don’t know what it feels like to be hated this much for opposite things. PoC hate us for being too white. White supremacists hate us for not being white enough. Europeans hate us for being middle eastern. Middle easterners hate us for being western/European. Everyone hates us for being settlers but continually kicks us out of their countries so that we have to settle somewhere else.

I saw a post going around from a Black person who said that the reason he and his fellow black activists go protest for Palestinians instead of fighting antisemitism (as if it’s a binary, which it’s not) is that Jews don’t show up. Muslims and Palestinians do. And honestly? Fuck that guy. Heather Heyer died standing shoulder to shoulder against racism in 2017. I have devoted substantial time and effort and money that I don’t even get paid a lot of because I don’t get paid a living wage. I have continually reached out to PoC people in my life of all religions to ask how they are doing and what I could be doing to help more—both for them personally and how they would best like me to help their community. I have elevated their voices at every opportunity. And not one person I checked in with has done the same for me or for my community.

And it’s bone chilling. It’s awful. And it’s even worse knowing that when it’s over, people will want to go back to normal. They won’t apologize. They won’t self reflect. They’ll just live their lives, maybe a little more aware of how much they hate us and completely indifferent to the harm they’ve caused us. How disposable they made us feel. And the thing is…it’s not hard for you to know. You just have to ask.

Too many people are cowards. Too many people care about looking good than actually learning something or making the world better. And to those people: you should be ashamed of yourself.

I don’t have any hate in my heart. Truly. Not a drop for any group of people. But I have a tremendous lack of trust that anyone would actually lift a finger to keep me safe.

[4lxcxrd20]

Thomas Brodie 💕

[barcaavengers]

So who would be up for a flashback imagine from Irreversible?

Also I think there aren't many Newt Smut so who would be up for that too? (SHAME ON ME I KNOW)

[justauthoring]

Twiddling - Whitey Winn

Request: Here’s a fun one for Whitey? How bout when he is locked in the cell, the reader takes this to her advantage. She won’t let him until he sings and she just stands there with the keys in her hand waiting for him to sing. In the end he gives in.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR STILES STILINSKI!

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“Come on, Y/N.”

You smirked, biting your lip as you continued to twirl the keys around your finger. Whitey sighed heavily, leaning against the barred gate that kept him from getting to you and the damned keys that would let him out.

Raising a brow, you took a step forward. You were just an inch away from Whitey being able to reach through the opening and grab the keys, and you were well aware of it. “I think I made myself perfectly clear, Whitey.” You grinned, licking your lips.

Cocking your hip out, you let your free hand rest against it, clutching the keys in your other hand. “Sing,” you paused for dramatic effect, “and i’ll let you out.”

“This is ridiculous,” Whitey huffed, letting his forehead fall against one of the bars. “And humiliating.”

You only hummed in response, turning around and making your way over to Whitey’s desk. You noticed his precious guns left on the gun belt sprawled across the top of the wooden desk, and your smirk grew wider, amusement flooding your gaze. “What’s this then?” You questioned, siding his gun out from the gun belt.

“These your precious guns?”

“Y/N,” Whitey immediately straightened out, his eyes going wide. “Don’t play around wi-”

“Why?” You questioned, amusement falling from your face. “Think I can’t handle myself?”

Whitey’s lips parted as he desperately tried to scramble for a response. “No, i-it’s not that. It’s ju-”

“Calm down, Whitey.” You laughed, setting down the gun. “I’m perfectly away how special these are to you, I won’t mess them up.... if you sing for me.”

“You’re evil,” Whitey sighed, “a new kind.”

You only tilted your head, waiting.

Whitey’s cheeks flushed, growing red as he paused, obviously thinking over what he’d do. Eventually, after watching you twirl the keys tauntingly before him, he sighed, shoulders slumping. “Fine, fine, i’ll sing.”

Your eyes twinkled.

The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah The ants go marching one by one, The little one stops to suck his thumb And they all go marching down to the ground To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

You smirked, clearly satisfied as you begun making your way over to the jail cell. “See?” You giggled, sliding the key into the lock. “Was that so hard?”

Whitey huffed, once again, stepping out with a frown. “Yes, yes it really was.”

You only laughed.

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let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!

[theunstablejester]

what is your ideal OG5 x-men cast for the mcu (derogatory)?

So, I have never thought about this a lot since like... I do not think about the movies that much, much less about casting.

Anyway, I am going to go for young adults, as in their twenties, because I think the best way to portray the OG5 is by putting them finishing high school or early college years.

Leah Lewis as Jean Grey.

I know that since miss Grey is a telepath she is obliged to be a Whitey McWhiterson but let me dream.

Chella Man as Bobby Drake.

I know that since Bobby is gay he has to be white yes or yes but after watching him on Titans being such a genuine enthusiastic Jericho I can see him as Bobby.

Justice Smith as Scott Summers.

So, this has a very strong reason. On Netflix he has a movie with Elle Fanning a very meh movie being fair but Justice Smith's perfomance is extremely good if not the only good thing about that movie.

Felix Mallard as Hank McCoy.

I am not having a person of color as Beast.

Now, I said I would go for young adult-ish but since Warren is the oldest one I can bend it a little bit. Also, I do not care about Warren so I am going to make myself care about him by the one and only...

Booboo Stewart as Warren Worthington III.

Come on now, just imagine him with wings... just do it... I know you can, you can just see him with wings.

That's it, I know I am asking too much but I do not beg for crumbs. I just don't.

[leesalts]

Perfect by Design (1)

Genre: Fallen Angel Au, Angst, Humor(?)

Warning: Talking about Blood and Burns, Reader is a chaotic af

Description: There was a new Homeless boy in your neihgborhood and you want to know why. Well the Universe gives you a chance to get anwsers when the boy comes to you covered in blood and with wierd burns on his back.

Word count: 2140

Note: I will try to update every Tuesday. I managed to finish this last night and I hope you enjoy. ^^ Do write to me if there is some errors or spelling mistakes I proof read it but it could be not enough.

After the wierd acounter I came back to my apartment. Luckily it was my free day so i could relax a little bit. I made myself a cup of White Tee and sat down before my TV.

 The Dude was petty harsh. It could be that I said something inapropriate but... what did I say? He looked Neutral up until I mentioned Homelessness... It could be, that the cause of his Homelessness is something unpleasant for him.

 Well I shouldn’t overthink. It could be that I’m totaly wrong and I would do more harm just by assuming things.

 I frowned and turned the TV on. I can’t do anything about it now can I? Maybe my day didn’t started so well but it doesn’t mean it can’t get better.

 It was evening now and I wached whole Sherlock series on Netflix.... Somehow I feel disappointed but happy with myself. I stood up and gathered all disches that I had to wasch. I had to do something so I get to Imagine that my life isn’t a Mess. I was in the middle of washing the cutlery when I heard a knock on the door.

 „Just a sec! I’m comming” I yelled. Who could it be at this hour, It couldn’t possibly be Jaehyun he’s visiting his parent’s for a week.

 I looked through the peephole just to see a white puddle of hair. Was it Whitey? It seemed that his head was leaning on my front door.

 „Watch out, I’m opening the door” I said a bit louder so he could hear. I slowly opened the door to look at him. „Hi,what’s up.... Oooh my god is that blood?!” I panicked when I saw blood running down the side of his head. „Come in, and sit down in the living room.... or better not, I just bought a new rug. Uhhhh.... Come with me!”  I opened the door for him but he didn’t buge instead he started falling down. I tried to catch him but he waighed a little bit more than I thought. I catched him by his torso and tried to slowly lay him down. Yeah, tried, the ending was tough. „Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Dafaq mate?! Don’t pass out on me like that! What am I supposed to do!?” I panicked and stroked my face as if it would give me an Idea.

 I heard a noice to the right. I looked that way and saw my Neighboors comming out. They looked my way wierdly.”Do you need help?” Asked the lovely eldery Lady.

 „Oh no! It’s just my friend, he got to much drink ya know.”I said while lightly hitting my throat with a straight palm. „I get him to a living state. Thank you though!” I smilled at them and they nodded while walking away „Have a lovley evening!” I yelled behind them and heard them response with the same.

 A sudden moan got my attention. I looked at Whitey and saw movment, movment is good, it means that he’s alive. I turned him so that he layed on his back and closed the door after making sure that there wasn’t any blood stains on them. I kneeled next to him and lightly slaped him in the cheek to help him regain concusness. „Do you hear me? Can you speak?” I asked him, he looked at me and nodded lightly. „Well I’m gonna take that as a yes to first question”. I sighed deeply and looked around, I have to get the First Aid kit but it’s in the kitchen and Kitchen is quite far away. I have to get it, only so I can help him... Or I could call 911 like a normal person and let them handle him. That would actually be the most rational thing to do.

 „Wait here, I’m gonna call the ambulance.” I told him and I wanted to stand up but he grabed my forearm and pulled me down.

 „No ambulance, please” He choked out and let go.

 „What do you mean no Ambulance?! What are you some kind of Mafia Boss or something?!” I yelled at him „Oh god what did i get myself into.” I mumbeled to myself. I have to help him now, I don’t want to die if he turnes out to be a Mafia Boss. My life may be a mess but I like it and I would like to keep it. I took few deep breaths and turned to him. „Okey, wait here and don’t die on my floor. I’m gonna grab First Aid kit from my kitchen and I will come back in max a Minute.” I told him but it seemed like i was talking to myself since he didn’t moved again... Oh my god he isn’t moving again. „You can’t just keep passing out!” I rolled my eyes. I rised his legs and ran to the Kitchen for the First Aid kit. When I came back he seemed to be concous again so thank the stars for that.

 I kneeled next to him and opened the box. „You awake?” I asked him and looked at his face. He was looking at me a little panicked. „Okey I need your help. I have to check for any other injuries and since you have blood almost everywhere I have to get rid of your shirt.” I told him and he just looked at me. „Blink once for yes and two for no. Come on man Help me a little.” When he blinked once I followed. „Okey, I need you to try and sit up, I will help you of course. I will do most of the work for you actually so it could be easier for you.” I told him and stood up. „ Don’t panic I will grab under your armpits so I hope you’re not a tingly person.” I stood behind him and delicatly grabed him like I said. „On three I will push you up.” I warned. „ One, Two, Three!” I counted and pushed him up, with his added strengh it went easily.

 His whole back was in blood and I didn’t like that. If he bleed out too much he could die. I have to take care of them like right now.

 I slowly and carefully started to take off his shirt. In the morning the shirt was in a beautyfull baby blue color and it was flowy, now it was pretty much all soaked in blood. When I got to the mid back I noticed some burned skin. As I went further the burns worsend and I saw what caused the bleeding. There was a big burn that went from his mid back all the way to his shoulders.

 „What the hell happend to you?” I mumbeled to myself. The burn looked like it was healing but there were a few big outbreaks that bleeded . I looked at his torso and saw no wounds, was it posibble to have all this blood only from the wound at the back... I mean the burn looked like the seckond degree burn. I took off his shirt compleatly and opened my first aid kit. Afterwards I found a gauze and soaked it with some hydrogen peroxide. ”This is going to hurt” I warned him and started to slowly clean the outbreaks. It wasn’t as bad as it looked to be but it still was pretty bad.

 I found some unused Antibiotic cream and started to gently applay it to the burn. Afterwards I covered the whole burn with some gauzes and wraped it kinda losley around his torso. When I had the burn under control I went to his head. There I cleaned the wound and saw that it wasn’t so servere as well. The skin broke but it wasn’t a cut of some sorts. It looked like he fell and knocked on somethin, could be the floor for all I know.

 „You okey there?” I asked him silently. I was really conserned about him. Burns like that don’t come from nowhere. I looked at his face and met his gaze. He looked intensivly at what I was doing. He nodded slowly as a response. The wound was still kinda big so I had to use gauze again but a smaller one. When I was done I went in front of him and asked. „Are you okey to stand up?” He nodded slightly and started to slowly get up. I took his arm and helped him like I could. „Let’s go to my bedroom it’s right there on the right side. Take it slowly though” I told him.

 He groaned all the way there. When we made our way to my room I helped him sit down on my bed. „Hey, I will get you some new t-shirt and some sweatpants okey? Try to not lose concusnes again” I told him and made my way to my dresser. I knew that I have some too big for me clothes in there . Turnes out liking big clothes was a good thing, and my friend Jaehyun said it was wierd. I fastly found him something that hopefully fits him and made my way to him. Whitey was sitting with his head hunged down. I put the clothes next to him and lightly touched his schoulder. His head quikly rised up and he looked at me questionly.

 „Do you want me to help you change?” I asked. He looked down again but nodded. Slowly I grabed the t-shirt and unfolded it. „Can you carefully rise your arms up?” I questioned and he complied.

 After helping him dress up I looked at him but he was looking down with wide eyes. His breathing became shallow and his body looked kinda droppy.

 „Hey, how about you lay down on the bed and I get myself a blanket?” I asked softly and layed my hand on his shoulder. He looked at me suprised, it was like he didn’t hear me. I looked in his eyes and repeted. „Come on, lay down on your somach, it will cause you less pain. I’ll get a blanket for myself and sit down on a chair okey? I’ll be here if anything happends.” He looked down again and nodded. Slowly he changed his posisons to lay down on my bed. I took some of my stuffed animals from the bed and took a blanket from the middle of the bed. „Lay how you’re comfortable” I advaised. He looked at me and nodded again. When he was down, I covered him with a duvet and sat down next to the bed.

 I figured he would want some space but I don’t want to leave him when he blacked out so many times. I took a spare pillow from my bed and tuck it behind my back. I made eye contakt with him and smiled softly at him. Maybe he felt reassured because he closed his eyes and cuddeled into the pillow.

 I finally had time to take in what just happend. Whitey came to my apartament. He acually took my offer and came for help. What happend to him? Where did his burns came from? Was he dangerous?

 I looked at him again, he had white hair but some of his strands were turning black, it weren’t his roots though. Some of his hair strands were black. It wasn’t like that at the beginning of the week. He had plump lips and a medium sized nose, kinda chubby cheeks and a long face. He looked bulky but not to a extend where it would be visibly showing when he’s standing up.

 I’m not gonna lie, he was attractive. I looked at the closed closet doors on the opposite side of me. I had a feeling it was gonna be a long night...

[kulekrizpy]

the conclusive season of izombie dropped on netflix a few days ago and i just finished it..... hmmmmm. it was fine. spoilers under the cut

season 5 was very.... white savior-y. and this season had whiteys as a slur for zombies LMFAO. the comparison of racism/homophobia/etc. to zombie-hating was suspect. like there’s a difference for hating someone for a trait and hating someone bc they have the potential to crack open your skull and eat your brains

also i'm sad that detective lady died..... couldn't she have stayed around with her kid?/triple parented with clive and bazzio (i forget her first name)? like... that’s an ot3 i can get behind

they definitely fell into a few tired tropes (bury your gays for example). but overall it wasn’t too bad. i think they gave room for a more diverse cast so that’s nice

liv/major is an okay ship. after all they'd been thru i figured it was just too much to stay together... not really sure how to describe it. i guess i’m just tired of all of liv’s bfs dying bc major HAD to be the one. even when he went full-on facist in s5. i don’t remember too well but i’m p sure i liked her chemistry w/ season 5 bf more than with major

anyway the heist was fun. clive dancing all goofy was cute. ravi and liv hyping each other up on ninja warrior brain was so funny lmaoo. it’s nice that ravi can SOMETIMES be a zombie. they made sure to use that pretty well this season! like if only liv was a very competitive salesperson who would she compete against? but giving ravi the same brain made a very fun subplot. it also gave rahul kohli the chance to show off his accents! his russian one was especially impressive

the whole time i wasn't scared of the main cast dying. not that that's a terrible thing but i didn't cry when they wanted me to i guess. at least it didn’t seem ooc for blaine to save peyton, and therefore contrived as a way to keep her alive when she shouldn’t be. i guess it did undercut the tension during the final confrontation bc i wasn’t scared for the characters. major almost died but i was like eh when that happened lol

also they didn’t really show the effects of the looting/rioting that was apparently happening in the city bc they didn’t show it happening to main characters. it was only really talked about

i missed the eps where they really had a murder case they focused on. but they had a lot of plot to get thru i guess

s5 liv was honestly pretty annoying. but this season they showed her able to suppress the shittier instincts her brains could give her this time around (no cheating on lovers or anything like that), and she showed an actual personality beyond that week’s brain, thank god

the thing with her dad seemed pretty shoehorned in but i guess it made the father of the zombie virus (and the father of the OG zombies, one of whom was liv. lol. layers) more dynamic. liv’s family hadn’t shown up at ALL in s5, so i’m glad they wrapped things up w/ them

the controllable zombies were pretty creepy

the “virtual reality chatroom” ending is gonna be REALLY cringe-y in a few years

but at least the orphans are all ok. but do zombie kids actually age? imagine being stuck at that developmental level forever. and after you get cured once, can you turn zombie again? so many questions

[yjsienna-blog]

          B I O G R A P H Y   ──   S T A T I S T I C S    ──    P I N T E R E S T

henlo my sweeties and,,, as expected i am late for everything tugiorthiogu but i have a plausible ( sort of ) reason for !!! anyway ~ hi my name is vic ( 23 / she + her ) and i am suuuuper excited to be here so ugh i emotional already. up there you can find some pages where you can find all the info about sienna & under the read more you’ll find sort of a quick tl;dr & some wanted connections but please, hit me up either here or on d*sc*rd (  ♡ WHITEY YOONOH ♡ #5789 ) for that juicy plotting and brainstorming that i love ~  

¹ ── ▪  sienna was adopted when she was two years old & taken to los angeles, where she lived happily with her parents that were already a little bit “older” to have a child. her father was a piano professor, and her mother an obstetrician -- and she clearly took after her father, once her true passion is music. she always tried to pursue her dream, but in a way that wouldn’t hurt her parents feelings. when she turned twenty-one, they gifted her with a ticket to south korea, and the words that she always wanted to hear. arriving in korea, she auditioned to her first entertainment company, and got a big no. being the big baby that she is, she gave up and stood adrift for a couple weeks, hanging around the house, she decided to apply as a bakery clerk and learn how to make pastries ( completely opposite to what she always wanted ) but then, two weeks after she gave in & started busking and singing in some bars at night ( most nights ) 

² ── ▪  like the beautiful graphic that the admins put together ( i could never do something as amazing pls i love it ) sienna is pretty much autumn season, with the cozy sweaters and the feeling of comfort and always smelling like baked cookies, always humming a tune and trying to be as positive as she can, always being as much as a good person as she can be -- but also like the autumn, she is ready to fall. that’s the counterpart of her soft and gentle personality -- sienna is pretty much a quitter, because she never imagines the real world can be scary, she gets scared and runs away, meaning that criticism and commitment makes her falter. she quickly picks up on vices and develops those escape routes through bad habits, which can easily destroy her.

a better, complete intro is right here.

³ ── ▪ wanted connections ; 

those are simply ideas!!! i am a sucker for brainstorming and also combining plots so, just come at me honestly.

best friends  ──  pretty much self explanatory, this is someone who pushes her throguh the barriers she creates for herself & is her support system in a country that she doesn’t know much about even though she was born there.  + celia.

close friend  ──  self-explanatory, probably someone who showed her around and still does, someone who always drags her along.

“sleep-over” buddy  ──  why is she So Dumb and a child but basically she wants someone to make pillow forts and watch some netflix movies and just be soft and happy in her days off. 

rooftop confident   ──  she often goes to the rooftop to stargaze and to simply think about life, and probably they would be there with her at the same time, and their conversation would flow and they would grow closer than expected. 

the complete opposite  ──  again, pretty much self explanatory. someone that nobody ever imagined that would get along with her and be actually friends. 

the tension  ──  someone who probably gets in her nerves ( somehow bc i swear her patience is infinite ) and there’s this weird and thicc juicy tension between them. 

enemy???  ──  that’s really sort of a reach because i don’t think she would actually have enemies but then someone that somehow they don’t get along together. 

the first  ──  so yeah sienna hasn’t experienced everything in life ( she kissed really only one person her entire life ) so yeaaaah...

bad influence  ──  please destroy her, she already has a tendency to self-destruction so iuhituhrigt

relatives... siblings?  ──  this could be another Reach but since she was adopted she could perhaps find someone related to her or something, just imagine the drama.  

[junkyoushas]

So I just finished watching the Sabrina reboot

Let me tell you right now that this was something I was extremely excited for, Sabrina was a huge part of my childhood and the new darker take on the story would’ve been a good and fresh take on the classic characters if you can look past all the bullshit you’re constantly being bombarded with in this absolute flop.

-throughout the show there’s multiple occasions where the characters are speaking up about ‘white male patriarchy’ and shit like that but it’s clearly only used as a brownie point kind of thing like the writers are so fucking bland and stupid that they want to be praised for diversity and challenging the status quo without actually writing anything new or meaningful.

-the characters who are all around 15-16 years old are constantly sexualised, like there’s scenes of a literal orgy among teenagers and Sabrina’s older cousin. Which made sense after I heard the characters on the show mentioning river dale aka that gross white nonsense Netflix cooked up.

-Even the main character is more than once shown naked, stripping her clothes in front of people or in little more than her underwear or a slip.

-the main antagonist prudence is just about the only interesting character in the shitshow, and these clown’s really had the small white main girl say that the members of her coven (after a run in with prudence a black girl) are racist towards her for being half witch like can you fucking imagine the amount of crack you’d have to be smoking to think that was a good addition to the show?

-Sabrina also lynches prudence later on in the show which is fucking disgusting for reasons I shouldn’t have to explain, but will anyway, hanging black teenage girls from trees as a way of empowering your little white main character is sickening.

-Sabrina’s friend ros aka the token black friend of the white protagonist offers little to the story apart from being a stereotype, like some of the shit she says is really obviously written by a whitey trying to wave a ‘look at us we’re progressive’ flag.

-they had a chance to do something new and interesting and once again just cooked up a whole ass mess of white bullshit.

-Salem is barely in the show and doesn’t even fucking talk which I understand is a weird reason to not like a show but c’mon! I grew up watching the Sabrina animated series and the original Sabrina live action tv show and movie, Salem is one of the best goddamn parts of the show.

-what’s worse is that I know people are gonna eat this shit up, and praise it for being some kind of new modern take when really it’s quite literally trash.

Overall this was just a whole ass mess, I really have to laugh.

[the-fiction-witch]

Trouble P1

Media Godless 

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey winn X Reader

Rating Smut AF

Smut: Heavy Making out/ riding/ breast fondling/ bitting/ jizz/ eating out/ full sex/ getting caught/ spanking/ nipple play

I did my best to remain unseen. Having snuck my way out of LaBelle, past the old witches' place and even beyond blackdon without being noticed. Now I hid behind red rocks and withered willows hiding ted and myself. I could hear the hustle and bustle of their camp. The camp had been set up for about two years now as a rest stop place for those travelling through the area. It began simply with their family wagon but had now transformed into a large farm with space for various travelling people. But I was far enough away I couldn’t be spotted by anyone there until I heard the familiar steps on the pathway. I held my breath admittedly very excited as I always was on Thursdays.

"My, my. Aren't you a little far from your post deputy?" Her sugary voice cooed I smirked glancing at her standing on the dirt, her boots laced up tight, her long brown skirt almost touching the dirt, her little cream button-down blouse with puffy elbow-length sleeves tucked into the hem of her skirt, her hair in a sweet braid. 

"Well I have to keep an eye on all those in the new Mexico territories even those from LaBelle" I smiled at her 

"Hi whitey" I smiled

"Hi y/n" I smiled back quickly taking her waist in my hands pulling her close and kissing those sweet vanilla lips "I've missed ya so bad"

"It's only been a week whitey" He giggled fixing my hair 

"I still miss ya"

"Alright come on, I said I'd be back before supper," she says offering her hand which I happily took. We snuck away from her family's farm with Ted in tow heading on our usual path hand in hand often sharing news from the week as well as sweet kisses until we reached our usual little spot beside the river with a few good rocks and trees to hide us away. I tied ted up so he could drink and took a seat beside the river her sitting down beside me 

"I've missed ya, I wish I could get to see ya everyday"

"I know whitey it's okay maybe soon we'll be able to have a chat with them alright?'

"Okay"

"So what does my lovely deputy boy want to get up to today?" She asks wrapping her arms around my neck

"Well… I have missed my lovely lady very badly." I smirked wrapping my arms around her to tug her closer "and ya did say ya needed to be back before supper?"

"So?"

"So. Let's not waste our time darlin'" I smirked tugging her into my lap which she happily obliged to readjusting herself to make sure she was comfortable the moment she got onto my lap our hips against each other she pulled on my neck quickly making our lips meet her hands playfully exploring and playing with my hair as our kisses grew deeper and deeper. I ran my hands all over that beautiful body stroking my thumb across her waist and hips oftentimes letting my moans slip which she often did back I knew how hard she was making me but I wanted more so I slipped my hand up her beautiful body to stroke her blouse which made her pull back

"Whitey?" She warns 

"Come on please darlin'." I whined between kisses 

She smiled and undid the little buttons on her blouse revealing her white tight cotton underwear 

"Umm fuck ya look good darlin" I groaned unable to stop staring at her sweet breasts so perfectly cradled by the cotton a few lines in them where she had a few dressed that exposed her breasts so some parts where more tanned then others "come on, I need ya darlin'. Ya know I do."

"Alright whitey, just quiet we don't want a repeat of last week"

"Humm no promises darlin" I smirked pulling her back to kiss me gently stroking across her soft breasts often making me roll my eyes and moan into her mouth over how good they felt, she tugged her skirt up around her waist exposing her boots and cute little thigh high stockings immediately I ran my hand over the edge eager to get under those little white petticoats. She readjusted herself a little before she stroked her hand across my fly. And I didn't need further instructions biting my bottom lip as I undid my jeans pushing them down enough to expose myself but not for long as she moved To gently let me slip inside her everything we were doing hidden by her skirt around us "Uughh- oh my god- how the fuck do ya feel better after all this time?"

"Likely just because you've missed me" she giggled beginning her slow movements which instantly made me pull her tight to my chest helping to guide her where I desperately needed her 

"Maybe. Or maybe my little darlin' feels better everytime I fuck her because everytime I fuck her she gets a little more  how I like her" I growled kissing all over her neck and chest she pulled my lips back to hers and we made out heavily all while she bounced and ground her cute little hips on me giving me wave after wave of pleasure "y/n- darlin'-"

"Humm you really have missed me" she smirked kissing my neck leaving a hiki there as she got far more merciless

"But y-"

"We don't have time if I have to be back for supper. Don't worry you can make it up to me next week whitey"

"Yeah? How about next week I lay ya down and do that thing ya like?" I suggested grabbing her ass digging my fingers a little

"Ohh? Well only if you do it like last time?"

"Of course darlin'. Till my little lady squeals" I growled "fuck! Faster please I'm so close!"

"I'll be late back if we're any longer whitey" she giggled

"Please - please darlin' ya can't leave me like this."

"Can't I?" She smirked trying to move away but I grabbed her ass hard forcing her as far down my erection as she could go making her squeal a little 

"Ya not goin' anywhere till we're done darlin" I smirked grinding my hips on her too making us both go much faster

"But I'll be late and my daddy will get angry" she pouts 

"I'm the only one ya have to worry about pleasin' darlin'. You'll get back when ya get back" I smirked holding her tightly against me guiding her to give me the most intense pleasure until I suddenly hit my orgasum burrying my head in her chest so I didn't scream quickly pulling out to finish across my stomach "ummm fuck your amazin' darlin'" I smirked getting my breath back

"Ummm I love you whitey" she smiled nuzzling into ym chest

"N'awwww I love ya more" I cooed giving her a sweet kiss "would ya mind? Helpin' me out?"

"Alright' she blushed moving and licking me clean 

"Uuhh- good girl" I growled "come on or we would be able to go out next week" I told her helping her up she fixed her blouse and we headed back hand in hand to the usual spot sharing sweet kisses and declarations of love until she gave me one final kiss and she returned to the farm, I watched her go until she was completely out of my view so I got ted sorted and headed back to labelle.

I smirked eagerly waiting at our usual spot by the river ted already tied up as usual.

"Hello whitey" I heard her sugary voice smirk

"Ummm hello darlin" I smirked turning to see her

"I missed you" she smiled coming and giving he a cuddle in her usual boots, stockings and hee cute little sky blue dress with little cap sleeves 

"I missed you too, Did you manage to get away?"

"I did. And there not expecting me back till after dinner"

"Are they? That's perfect darlin'" I smirked "now I promised my little lady I'd make up for last week"

"You did" she blushed 

"Lay down" I smirked and she did as I asked laying herself on the ground beside the river in our usual spot "ya had to wear the good dress for me didn't ya?"

"I like this dress"

"Yeah? Well I'm gonna make it dirty" I smirked kissing her sweet lips lightly grinding my erection against her before kissing down her neck and her dress unbuttoning her dress as I did until it opened completely revealing she hadn't worn her underwear today leaving her bare breasts now exposed to me "ohh fuck your beautiful" I groaned unable to stop myself from taking her in each of my hands fondling and growing her soft breasts watching them jiggle and move in my hands, even sucking on her soft skin a little to leave a hiki only o would get to see,  until I began gently running my hands up her legs pushing them up as I did spreading her legs for me "ya know the rules. Loud. And scream my name when ya want more darlin'" I remind her before tugging her dress up to expose her pussy "ummmm ya look so beautiful" I cooed stroking her soft wet folds before pressing sweet little kisses to her it wasn't long before the sweet little kisses became harsh licks and sucks with my head buried between her legs listening to her gasps and groans often glancing up watching her arch her back and how her breasts moved in her desperation her nipples hard to the air and her excitement so I became more merciless never letting her rest for a moment which only made her louder at times wiggling trying to leave the pleasure escape but I pinned her hips down so she had no escape from me, all of her screams and just watching her melting in the pleasure was making me so hard, so much so I moved one of my hands down to gently jerk myself off she giggled as she noticed what I was doing taking my hand and letting me grope her breast as I worked I knew she was close so I made sure to not stop, not slow, now change anything about what I was doing with my mouth groping bre soft breast hard even playing with her nipple a little

"Ahhh! Uuuuuuuuuuughh! Whitey!' she screamed her body freezing up her hips arching up high where her orgasm rushed thought her leaving her a gasping mess I smirked moving to lean over her 

"Ya always look so beautiful when ya cum y/n" I smirked "may I my darlin'?"

"You may whitey" she giggled grabbing my belt to tug me closer

"Yeah? Alright" I smirked kissing her heavily as I undid my jeans and belt "ummm ya look so good like this. Why can't ya get these out every time we fool around?"

"I might of your good"

"Alright" I smirked quickly pushing inside her "uughh fuck! Ya feel so good!" I groaned quickly starting my pace already desperate for my release getting faster and faster as I did often stroking her hips and playing with her breasts all the while listening to her overwhelmed screams of pleasure, it soon became me holding her hips pounding her pretty pussy watching her breasts moved with each of my movements I was in my own world lost in the endless pleasure it didn't take me long to hit my peak pulling out quickly having no time to do anything other the finish all over her skirt, 

Both of us doing our best to catch our breath when I heard something

"You bastard!" 

For a second my mind was very confused but I glanced over and saw an older man holding a pistol he saw us and in that second I knew exactly who he was -

That's y/n's father! 

He clearly had only just arrived here his horse not even tried up just behind him I don't think he knew what had actually happened and then it clicked, he didn't know what we'd done all he knew was what he could see. And given…

She was laid in the dirt her dress undone to expose her bare breasts with hard nipples and a hiki on her skin, her dress tugged up around her waist with her legs around me and me closely between her legs with my still erect cock in hand with my cum dripping down my shaft and her dress. 

Oh fuck.

I'm gonna die.

"You get the hell away from my daughter!" He demanded "or I'll shoot your fucking cock off!" 

"Yes sir" I nodded quickly moving away with my hands up so he knew I was co operating as y/n rushed to fix her dress 

"Daddy i-"

"Shut it." He demanded "I follow you on your little weekly walk and this is what I find you up to!"

"Daddy -"

"Enough. You march that ass home right now and you'll be lucky if I let you off the farm when your nintey!" He demanded 

"Sir please" I began

"Enough out of you. And put your fucking dick away you perv!" He ordered 

"Sorry I panicked" I answered quickly fixing my jeans 

"What were you doing with my daughter"

"Sir please i-"

"Tell me!"

"Okay! We meet up every week. We kiss and we cuddle and… we… yeah. But I really love your daughter I do. I wanna marry her" 

"Aww whitey" she blushed 

"Home now!" He ordered so she began to walk back

"I don't give a damn what you think about her. I see you near my daughter again I'll shoot you. We clear?"

"But-"

"We clear!"

"Yes sir" I nodded 

He lowered his gun and took his horse and y/n away back to the farm.

I relaxed a little taking ted to head back to labelle but on my way I heard a familiar sound - screaming.

I rushed as quickly as I could towards her farm stopping just short seeing her father had thrown her over one of the carts wheels using a large stick to beat across her bottom. Her screams and tears of pain enough to boil my blood I jumped off ted and pulled out my gun as he tugged up her dress now spanking her bare ass all while her family did nothing but watch I tried to aim but my eyes welled up with tears so much I couldn't see having to wipe my eyes before continuing but… I couldn't. Y/n would never forgive me if I hurt her father no matter how much he hurt her. When he left her alone sending her back in the house I put my gun back and headed back to labelle.

[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

[radfemandreadaly]

As two men on horseback drift into the town of La Belle, one asks, “Where are all the men at?” This ironic question about a lack of men, as discussed by men, sets the tone for Godless, Netflix’s new show. The braggadocios trailer highlights a town in 1800s New Mexico populated solely by women, offering a modern spin on the classic western-style show. The trailer is brimming with powerful moments from the women of La Belle, like when Mary Agnes (played by Merritt Wever) jeers, “Mister, we’re a lot fuckin’ stronger than you think we are,” or when Wever and Michelle Dockery savagely gun down men on horseback. The poster for the series echoes the same sentiment, with a brawny Dockery aiming her gun at a herd of cowboys, juxtaposed with the show’s slogan: “Welcome to No Man’s Land.” Every Godless advertisement and trailer promised a feminist western with a deadly cast of women, set in a town without men. This isn’t that story.

Godless was written by Scott Frank, the latest man to profit off feminism and the stories of women. What Frank and his promotional materials fail to disclose is the actual plot of the show, which is a blood feud between Roy Goode (Jack O’Connell) and Frank Griffin (Jeff Daniels). Yes, this western about women is actually led by two men, and the female characters are repeatedly shafted. Though Dockery is second billed, her character is a mere pawn in Goode and Griffin’s story. In fact, all of the women are defined by their relationships to male characters. The show is filled with unnecessary rapes, voyeuristic violence against women, and frivolous female nudity.

To temporarily dock the chauvinism of Godless, the tagline of the show isn’t even sincere. The official description on IMDB boasts that La Belle is “mysteriously made up entirely of women.” There’s nothing “mysterious” about it – it’s not like a group of early 1800s feminists staged a coup and colonised elsewhere. The only reason the town is (supposedly) devoid of testosterone is because 200 men died in a mining accident two years earlier.

Also, La Belle is not populated solely by women. The sheriff is male, his associate Whitey is male, and there’s one male survivor of the mining incident. Throughout the show, groups of men flock to La Belle seeking business opportunities, and Frank Griffin rides into town with 30 men to find Roy Goode, who took up shelter in La Belle at one point. So, even if I wanted to believe that La Belle was a town without men, it’s just fucking not. These male producers literally used feminism for clicks and views.

To add insult to injury, Godless isn’t even set in La Belle, but rather the town is sprinkled in whenever it benefits the male characters’ storylines. In a show that suggested the town was a character of its own, La Belle is by no means the main feat. And yet, here’s a promo shot from Netflix:

It’s absurd to use this image as clickbait when women aren’t empowered or featured in the show – Godless barely passes The Bechdel Test. Every single female character exists in relation to a man. Dockery’s character, Alice Fletcher, is double widowed with a newfound attraction to Roy Goode. Every secondary or tertiary character – because almost none of the women are protagonists – are either talking about men, mourning men, or talking to men in their woman-only town. Even Mary Agnes, the resident truculent butch of La Belle – and the only woman who believes she’s better off without her husband – is introduced as the sheriff’s sister.

A Twitter user combed through the first episode and counted how many lines were actually spoken by men as opposed to women. They found that 73 per cent of the lines spoken were by men, and 27 per cent were by women. But the deceptive trailer tells a completely different story. In the trailer, a man seeking business in La Belle asks a table full of women, “How has the town fared without any men around?” He’s met by a response from Mary Agnes, who asserts, “Someone’s gotta look after things around here,” insinuating that the women of La Belle get on just fine without men.

But in the actual show, that scene plays out in the complete opposite way. When he asks, Mary Agnes says, “We’ve done alright,” but is corrected by Charlotte Temple, who condescends, “Well, it’s been difficult. It’s been quite difficult. As you can imagine, a town full of ladies is ripe fruit for the wicked.” Charlotte laments about how often people try to take advantage of them – and we watch that belief play out over and over. So, not only are the female characters defined by their relationships to men, but they’re consistently disrespected, belittled, propositioned, or patronised by men, too.

Yet, Godless is hailed as a feminist western. The Hollywood Reporter published an interview with Jeff Daniels titled, “Jeff Daniels on his Outlaw Turn in Netflix’s Feminist Western Godless”. Jeff Daniels plays a lead in this show – a feminist western – yet somehow gets to reap the benefits of starring in a ‘feminist’ Netflix show. As all women know to be true, the only thing that makes a feminist story interesting is… men!

A review called Godless “The Western Women Have Been Waiting For,” except, no it’s fucking not. The show is brimming with violent misogyny and rape. Trigger warning: A nameless, faceless woman gets gang raped in the first 50 minutes of the series. In a flashback, Alice Fletcher is violently assaulted, cut, and – once again – gang raped by a tribe of men. In one episode, Frank Griffin wakes up next to a naked woman who is sobbing and paralyzed by fear, and we assume she’s been raped before. All together, there are three rapes, which offer zero background or development to the story. The sexual violence doesn’t stop there: At one point, we see a man strip and repeatedly strike his daughter’s bare buttocks, which doesn’t drive or aid those characters’ arcs.

Then there’s the gratuitous female nudity. In one scene, a fully naked woman arbitrarily rides by on a horse, and other women chalk it up to her going crazy. We don’t even know who the woman is, and there’s literally no reason why we needed to see her at all. We also see Michelle Dockery’s breasts while she’s being raped, and we see Frank Griffin’s victim’s full frontal while she’s screaming, trying to escape. If that sounds graphic, it is. This show is overflowing with chauvinistic norms. If it were really a ‘feminist’ show, none of that would’ve happened. Just because there are women shooting guns doesn’t make it feminist. It’s insulting.

Outside of Mary Agnes, the women of La Belle don’t want to be independent. They often seek approval and sexual attention from men, who call them ‘naïve’, or belittle their professions by reducing them to ‘fine’. Don’t give me that “it’s a reflection of the way things were” crap.

At the end, when Frank Griffin’s 30 men come storming through town, looking to kill Roy Goode and the women of La Belle, the show promises an epic battle of the sexes. Mary Agnes arms every woman in town, strategically placing them in windows and rooftops, and when Griffin’s men gallop in, they pick them off in a cathartic girl power-scene. However, they almost lose the fight, until Roy Goode and Sheriff McNue return to finish what they started. How can a show be lauded as a ‘feminist western’ when the only heroes are men?

Scott Frank wrote and directed the show, with Steven Soderbergh serving as executive producer. There’s only one female producer.

We need to give women more opportunities to write strong female protagonists, and we need to give those characters a fair shake.

2017 was a traumatic year for women. In a time when we’re finally confronting sexual harassment and sexual violence head on, I can’t believe a show like Godless gets to be brandished as your new favourite ‘feminist’ show. Women deserve better than Godless.

[the-fiction-witch]

Reporter’s Daughter

Media Godless 

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Smutty

Concept Interviewing the deputy 

I sighed a little watching my father enjoying himself so much, a bunch of these Labelle women surrounded him eager to hear his stories and nonsense. These ladies must be desperate; they have an interest in my father of all people. I learnt myself against the wooden column that held up the porch roof for the sheriff's office of Labelle, my little bag over my shoulder readjusting my gloves as I often did. I headed the office door behind me open and close with the sound of boots heading down the porch towards me. 

"The ladies seem ataken to him" he says his accent thick and his body rotting or may as well be given its stench and generally unkemptness, 

"As flies to shit" I chuckled

"Ya could say that" he laughed

Making me glace at him boots in the dirt, clothes never seen the inside of the creek, hat on his head and I noticed the glint on his jumper, the silver glint of the law star. And I couldn't help but gave him fully reading the dirty embossed letters 

"Deputy?" I asked 

"Yes ma'am" he nods 

"My, my, aren't I a lucky lady to be in the presence of such" I smiled and for a moment he looked happy but confused "deputy of labelle whitey Winn, youngest deputy this side of the Mississippi, with the sharpest shot yet" I smiled 

"Ya Heard of me?' he smiled widely 

"I've heard alot about you Mr Winn" I smiled "Miss y/n Grigg" I offered my hand 

"Pleasure" he smiled taking it and giving it a soft kiss "Grigg? His daughter? I take it" he laughed glanced at my father still talking with the ladies and I nodded "sorry he said ya weren't down here to talk to bill"

"He's his for his story, I'm here for mine. When he said he was heading to labelle I insisted on coming getting on the ground floor of such a story" I smiled 

"Really? Well I'd be happy to give ya an interview"

"I'm sure you would. Whenever you're ready"

"I'm not busy now, shall we?" He smirked glancing and tipping his head in the direction of the office door 

"So long as you don't tell my father" I smirked offering my hand 

"I won't darlin'. So long as ya don't tell your daddy either?" He smirked taking my hand in his own giving it a kiss his other hand moving around my back to sit on my waist

"I promise."

"Good" he smirked happily tugging me into the office with him shutting and I noticed locking the door behind us setting his hat on the side "So? What would the lovely lady like to know?" He Cooes bringing me a chair over and sitting at his own 

"Well, tell me about labelle first of all" I explained grabbing my little bag opening it up to get my note paper

"Well it's a lovely little place, use to be a booming little town. Then of course we had the accident. Lost a lot of good men. Women who could headed off elsewhere left now just the ladies who stay most of them husband's died in the accident"

"Ohh goodness. Did you loose anyone in the accident?"

"Yes actually. My father. I did go down help after the collapse but…"

"Oh my, that must have been terrible"

"It was. But life goes on, you know. Got the job as deputy not long after the accident, bill taught me everything I know"

"He teach you to shoot?"

"Somewhat. Mostly self taught in that department" he smirked showing off a little twirling his gun around

"Careful" 

"Don't worry darlin. I won't hurt ya." He winked setting it back in his holster we talked for a good while back and forth but it got more and more suggestive, a lot of flirting, gentle hand touches, glances, and hair fixes  "I prefer the 45 I find it has less of a kick back, earlier to control in close quarters" he explained

"May I?" I asked gently stroking down the barrel of his gun brushing my fingers against his for a moment he didn't answer seeming a little sheepish before handing it over

"Course, just be careful little lady she's powerful takes alot of keep her in line"

"I don't doubt it, I'm sure your use to taking control" I smiled feeling the weight in my hand playfully running my hand across it 

"I am. Ya know if ya like I have a free day tomorrow, I could take ya out for a ride down to where I practice?"

"You would?"

"Absolutely even give ya a go"

"That's very kind of you Mr Winn but I don't think my father would like that very much" I smiled setting the gun on the desk 

"No I don't imagine he would, he ain't been in town long but I don't think he likes me"

"He doesn't like anyone, unless they have something for him" I smiled "still, I don't mind if you don't?" I smirked moving to take his hand as it sat on the desk he glanced down at my hand a moment

"No?"

"No."

"Well, I'd love to I just don't wanna get ya in any trouble" he says taking my hand too 

"I'm sure you'd b able to come save me if so"

"I'd be more then happy to darlin." He says his fingers stroking my own "tomorrow? Sunrise?"

"It's a date" I smiled fixing his hair a little, admittedly he was sweet, and rather attractive, I know I definitely wanted too, that and the idea it would really piss off my father would be a bonus. 

"Uhhh miss y/n. May I uhh well uhh-"

"If your asking to kiss me whitey, its a yes" I cooed he didn't need to be told twice closing the gap between us pressing his lips to my own he tasted unsurprisingly like dirt but I kinda liked it our kiss started slow and gentle but it didn't take long for us both to become far more passionate I slipped my gloves off throwing them on the desk to hold his neck and the moment I did he quickly grasped my waist with a grown against our kiss he began to stand from his chair so I got up too letting him pull me against him tugging on his hair a little as I perched myself on his desk and he happily got between my legs

"fuck- y/n I"

"What's wrong?"

"... Not on the desk darlin" he smirked 

"Ohh, what? You gonna unlock a cell for us and throw me on the cell bed like some little jail girl" I cooed stroking his gunbelts 

"Maybe. Maybe not" he smirked glancing to the open floor 

"The floor? What kinda girl do you think I am Mr Winn?" I pouted 

"Well we ain't got alot of options darlin."

"Yes we do" I smirked giving him a kiss and reaching into my handbag grabbing my hotel keys "daddy got me my own room"

"Did he now? Humm how foolish of him" he smirked "you go I'll be up in a minute" he says giving me one more intense kiss I fixed my dress and hopped off the desk taking my things and heading across the square to the labelle hotel 

[the-fiction-witch]

Trouble P2

Media Godless 

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Spanking

Smut Spanking/ Fantasy/ masturbation/ 

I laid in my bed unable to sleep, I felt so awful. That I got her in trouble. That he found us like that. He'll likely never let her off the farm again. I'll never get to see her again. Whenever I did try to sleep her screams of pain echoed in my mind racking me with guilt. I tossed and turned trying desperately to sleep but her screams just echoed over and over in my mind but… as they echoed I found they slowly morphed. Her screams of pain, fear and panic changed into the screams of pleasure I had heard from her so often before. I felt dirty sick to my stomach as her screams of pain and her screams of pleasure combined in my mind giving me an erection. Which only made me feel worse. I felt awful, like a terrible person that I even subconsciously got aroused by the sounds echoing in my head. At the concept of her being spanked for what we had done… 

I sat in the office utterly alone, all of labelle fast asleep and bill had been gone for days with no sign when he was getting back. I felt so lonely. I hadn't seen y/n In weeks any time I even tried going near the camp her father would be about with his gun. But I missed her so badly. And I hadn't been able to take my mind off our last time together, even if my perverted mind had a Habit of blurring her screams together. I couldn't help now I had brought it up hearing her screams in my head and soon enough I was hard. I felt dirty. Thinking about her in pain. And the thought that was making me horny. But I couldn't help it. I got up from my desk and locked the office door, going around and shuttering the windows leaving the lamp on low before I returned to my chair leaning back a little in my chair my mind flooding with her lustful moans and sqeuals mixed in with her screams of pain from her spanking. I undid my belts pushing them both down enough to set myself free stroking across my aching shaft. I missed her so badly, I was throbbing just thinking of her. Biting my lip a little imagining if… I was the one who got to spank her. Maybe have her bent over my bed, with me inside her while I spanked her bare ass. Ummmmm fuck that sounds like a good idea. Listening to her scream and plead while I'm inside her. Spanking her and pulling her hair to leave her at my mercy. Take whatever I wanted whenever I wanted no need to be good or behave to let her give me what I want. This time I'll be the judge of her behaviour and she's a bad bad girl.

"Uuuuuuuuuuughh! Fuck! Ummmm y/n!" I groaned trying to be quiet.

I may have been laid in my chair for a good solid five minutes before I regained some energy cleaning myself up and unlocking the office door.

I couldn't take it anymore I hadn't seen y/n in months and I couldn't take it. Not a day more. I took ted up to the farm at twilight making sure to be sneaky, I found knowone on guard so I snuck around to the little cabin I knew was hers. I made sure to be as quiet as possible sneaking up to a small window where light was flowing I looked inside and saw her on her bed reading her book in that adorable little cream dress I know well the off shoulder dress with the high low skirt that she always wore leather trousers and boots with. I tapped on her window much to her confusion before she opened it and saw me 

"Hi darlin"

"Whitey!"

"Shhhhh. Your father might hear us" I told her 

She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into an intense kiss which I happily kissed back having missed her vanilla lips for so long

"Come on. Ted's waitin'"

"Where are we going?"

"Labelle. Ya comin' home with me darlin"

[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.