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the-fiction-witch · 7 months ago

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Lil Lady P2

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

Warnings for childbirth!

Part One

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

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

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

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

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

"Very funny Mr Winn," she laughs,

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

"strechin' my legs,"

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

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

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

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

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

"He's getting ready to come out,"

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

"Yes... the crib,"

"What?"

"Nothing,"

"Something wrong with my woodwork?"

"...No whitey," she chuckled,

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

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

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

"Yes," she smiled, "Whitey?"

"Mhm?"

"Where's the gate?"

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

"You gonna have to start again,"

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

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

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

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

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

"Will do!" she calls,

"Love ya!"

"Love you too!"

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

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

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

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

"Y/n lil lady are you alright!"

"DO I look alright!"

"How long did this start?"

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

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

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

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

"We don't have two hours whitey!"

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

"Whitey... you-"

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

"Whitey you have to!" she cried,

"I can't deliver a baby!"

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

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

"You read the baby book,"

"I skimmed it!"

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

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

"Whitey!"

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

"What!"

"You're pregnant!"

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

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

And suddenly it was calm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Very, ya think of a name yet?"

"Lucas," She smiled,

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

"It is, a big strong farm boy."

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

"You sure?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That it is," I answered,

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

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

"Alright, you best get that done."

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

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

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

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

"Ya are."

"...Whitey?"

"Hiya Bill,"

"God damn- I barely even-"

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

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

"He's right." Bill nodded,

"where's my daughter?" He asked,

"Y/n's restin',"

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

"You have no right-"

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

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

"Let me see my daughter!"

"She. Is. Restin'."

"Let me see her!"

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

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

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

"Hiya Daddy,"

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

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

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

"Choices is yours, Daddy," she shrugged,

"You own this place?" He asked,

"We do," I nodded,

"Baby's happy?"

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

"you got food? clothes? money?"

"As much as we need,"

"Farms the plan?"

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

"You takin' care of my little girl?"

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

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

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

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

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

"see you soon hubby," she cooed,

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

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psychogirlfriendandsupervillain · 9 months ago

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Other Man's Widow - Chapter 2

Female!Reader x Whitey Winn (Both young adults)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tuesday. I’d made shepard’s pie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Father.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded. “I will.”

#Whitey Winn x reader #godless

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follow-my-literature · 2 years ago

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♥♥♥♥ Whitey Winn ♥♥♥♥

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

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

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justauthoring · 6 years ago

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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!

“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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pweterparker · 7 years ago

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A lover's game is never fair

You can find pt2 here: https://pweterparker.tumblr.com/post/173225623512/a-lovera-game-is-never-fair-pt-2-a-week-passed♥️

What's the worst emotion a human being can feel?

Definitely love I think as I see them together.

Kaya thought it would be fun to got to a pub and relax. For the past month we have been filming TDC, it has been quite stressful but absolutely incredible. I was given the amazing opportunity of participating in this films and gained a new family, I felt so lucky.

But of course there had to be a downside, like falling in love with one of your cast mates.

you were sure that everybody knew this already after all you were pretty close. Watching Thomas and Isabella made them want you to hate them both, still you couldn't; it made you feel so guilty because they didn't do anything bad to you.

- I'm too sober for this shit.- I said as I downed the shot watching Thomas & Isabella being all lovey dovey on each other.

- Hey, how are you feeling?- said kaya with peety in her eyes.

- Stop looking at me like that, it makes me wanna punch you.- I said drinking more

- Wow! Easy there tiger, I think you've had enough alcohol- she said trying to take the glass out of my hand.

- I'm jus fine. Besides I'm having fun just like you wanted.

- No you're not, you're just mopping around like some little shit looking at Thomas with puppy eyes. Come on! have some fun, forget about him.

- I'm trying- I said winning.- is not easy you know.

- Just go out there and kiss a random guy. hell; have sex with him, anything that gets him out of your mind.

- I'll try .- I said not very convincingly, finishing my margarita.

How many hours had passed, and how did I got into a cab I wondered. My head hurt like hell and my vision was blurred... then I blacked out.

I woke in a hotel room, in my hotel room. How did I get here? And someone was trying to take my clothes off, somebody was trying to rape me!

- Y/n stop! I'm trying to take of your blouse- kaya said laughing

- What? Why?- I said shilling the light of my eyes.

- Because it's covered in puke.-

When Kaya was done cleaning me because I was too drunk to it myself she tucked me into bed. She was my best friend, like a big sister to me. Always looking after me.

My emotions where all over the place and I started crying

- Honey why are you crying? Kaya said

- I don't know what I would do without you.- I said sniffing

- You'd be lost- she smiled

- Thank you - and I yawned; suddenly I felt very tired.

- Get some sleep, tomorrow's going to be a long day.- she said and turned off the light of my bedroom.

I felt like shit, and the alarm did nothing but make my headache 10 times worse. I turned off my alarm and saw an aspiring and a water bottle in the night table beside my bed. I thanked Kaya in my head for leaving them there.

Once I was ready I got out of the hotel with black sunglasses, black sweater, jeans and tennis. I took a cab for the studio.

My headache had calm down a little but it was still there and I was not in my best mood.

The only thing I wanted to do was spend all the day sleeping. God how I hate drinking. Damn you Thomas. I blame you for this.

- Y/n you're late- said Wes as soon as he saw me.

- I'm so sorry, it won't happen again.-

- Go get changed, you have a scene in 20 minutes.

- Right away- I headed to my trailer.

On my way there I bumped into Isabella.

- oh, hey Y/n have you seen Thomas.- she asked me.

- No, sorry. just got here.- I said. He must be doing a scene or in his trailer I said.

- Thank you, I'll look for him in his trailer.- and she said goodbye

I was almost inside my trailer when someone spoke to me.

- Hangovers can be a bitch.- he said smiling at me.

- Tell me about it - I said to Thomas. Staring at him through my glasses.

- How you feeling.- he walked closer to me.

- Like shit.- I said turning around opening the door of my trailer and getting inside.- Your girlfriend is looking for you, she is in your trailer. You should go with her- I said as I was just about to close the door.

- I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?- he asked me

Thomas and I were very close friends and it was very rare of me to be rude but lately trying to be his best friend and pretend the feelings that I have for him don't exist it's starting to get really hard.

Hungover me wasn't a very nice me.

- You didn't do anything wrong Thomas. Just go- I said starting to lose me cool.

- You know you can tell me anything.- and he touched my hand.

Damn if him touching my hand makes my heart race this fast, I wonder how fast my heart would beat if he did other things

Thoughts like this made me mad at myself. I never asked for this but him being all sweet and kind to me made me feel like he was cheating on Isabella.

I know it's just how he is, but I can't help it.

- I'm fine Thomas.- I said harshly and I moved my hand out of his and closed the door on his face

Night came finally and I was laying down in my bed reading my script trying to memorize my lines. Usually me and Thomas would rehearse our lines together, it help us concentrate. But I couldn't do that right know, I kind off treated him like shit today.

I hated me in this moment, normally I was good at controlling my emotions, I managed to do it all this time, but it's like some switch had been turned on in me since Isabella came here to be with Thomas.

I couldn't stand it and it made me mad at myself. And to think that I had to bear another week.

Unable to concentrate i leaved my script on the night table and just stared at the ceiling, until there was a nock on my door.

- Going.- I said.

- Hey Y/n, I made dinner at my room, do you want to join us.- Dylan asked me.

- Yeah sure just let me get changed.- I said and retrieved into my room.

Dinner with all the cast mates made me feel better. I think it had to do with Thomas and Isabella not being there. We joke, talked and played video games.

I was on my way to my room when I heard some giggles, I looked out from the corridor into the pool and saw them there

It was Thomas and Isabella, he was hugging her from behind and she was smiling so bright.

And my broke into a millions pieces, I realized that they would never be a someday, not for me.

As much as I loved Thomas I had to understand that he would never leave Isabella. He loves her so much and it make me envy her.

To him I would always be that friend, the one that gives advice and comfort.

I had lost this war, but I should have known that the heart always win. No matter how hard I tried to resist, the outcome was inevitable.

With tears rolling down my cheeks I tucked myself into bed and closed my eyes

Should I post part 2?

#Thomas Brodie Sangster imagine #thomas sangster imagine #the maze runner imagine #newt imagine #newtmas #dylmas #tbs imagine #whitey winn imagine #whitey winn #tmr thomas #tmr newt #tmr #thomas sangster #thomas brodies sangster x reader

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kmt123whatsthetea · 4 years ago

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Are you jealous?

Whitey Winn x Reader

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

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

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

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

“I’m fine Whitey”

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

“Are you sure?”

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

“Are you jealous? Of the new girl?”

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

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

is you”.

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

“I love you, y/n. I always have”

“I love you too Whitey”

#miss-pops808 #whitey winn #thomas sangster #godless #thomas brodie sangster

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envision-fandom · 7 years ago

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Deputy pt3

Whitey Winn, Godless Fanfiction

Couple: Reader x Whitey

Rating: Cute/flirty/slight smut

Deputy pt2

You were too eager to wait another night before being able to see Whitey again and you were also worrying about your mothers necklace. Which is why you had made the decision to sneak over to the Sheriff station at dusk. By the time you had made your way back into the town, the sun had already dipped below the skyline, leaving only the lights from the surrounding buildings to light up the pathway. You once again tied up your horse to an available rail and snook around the side of the Sheriff station, peering into the same window as before. Your stomach instantly flipped at the sight of Whitey resting in his chair, his legs up on the desk and you couldn't help but smile. You were just about to make your way to the entrance of the station, when gunshots sounded through the main part of the street. Two men were calling out for a women, causing havoc in the street. You watched as the Sheriff made his way over to the commotion and confronted the two men, before he tripped over and stumbled into the dirt. Suddenly the Sheriff station doors flung open and Whitey stood within the door way. He leaned against the frame and pointed his guns at the men, twirling them in his hands. He shot the one in the shoulder and threatened them.

“You shot me in the damn shoulder boy.”

"Names not boy, it's Whitey Winn." He fired the gun again, this time the bullet grazed the mans face "The next one spoils your face. Now i think ya'll heard the Sheriff, I suggest you get." You were shocked at Whitey's ability to shoot a gun and the sight of him confronting the men slightly made you aroused. Whilst he was still distracted, you stealthily slipped into the Sheriff's station and took a seat at the desk, mirroring Whitey's earlier stance, with your legs up on the desk. As Whitey re-entered the station, you were amused at the confused and shocked expression plastered on his face "Not expecting to see me so soon?" you asked.

"No actually, but i'm glad I get to. I'm guessing you're here to pick up your necklace?"

"Of course! why else would i come to the station? certainly not for the company." You tease.

Whitey presses his hand to his chest, feigning anguish "Ouch, that stings. And here I was thinking we were beginning to get along.”

You shift in the seat, enjoying the flirtatious banter. You cross your legs over, making sure that your dress pushes forward to reveal your exposed legs, threatening to fall past your thighs. Whitey looks down at them and his eyes instantly shift, his pupils dilate and he holds a look of desire. He makes his way over to stand behind you and crouches down, brushing your hair to the side, revealing your neck. You feel his warm breath against you and it sends a shiver down your body, remaining in a particular spot. His fingers begin to gently stroke across your neck, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. A cold material lands against your chest and look down to see Whitey had put your necklace back on for you "Thankyou" you say as you stroke your hand across it.

"No problem" Whitey whispers directly into your ear and you jump at the close contact. His hand grabs hold of yours against your chest, which he slowly moves down to trace along the top of your breast. You let out a sigh and he begins to place kisses across your neck, making his way up to the side of your face. No longer being able to hold back the immense passion you felt for him, you stand up and spin to face him, crashing your lips against his. You both instantly get lost in the kiss and before long, the kiss becomes heated and filled with uncontrollable desire. Whitey pulls you closer to him, taking a firm hold of your hips, before pushing you down onto the desk. You both begin to pull off each others clothes, no longer being able to hold back the feelings you felt towards eachother. He lifts up your dress and you shudder at suddenly being exposed to the cold. You instantly forget about everything when he brings your bodies together in a tight embrace, finally consuming your passion and fulfilling both of your desires.

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neewtmas · 7 years ago

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{#40} Pregnant // Whitey Winn

Fandom: Godless (Tv-show)

Pairing: Whitey Winn x reader

Word count: 6,7k words (don’t ask me why it’s so long, i have no idea lol)

Request: This was requested by anonymous.

Summary: Y/N and Whitey are happily married, and after she finds out that she’s pregnant she wants to tell him, but doesn’t find the right moment. Does she still have the chance to tell him after the fight against Frank Griffin?

WARNING: this contains SPOILERS for the seventh and last episode of Godless.

A/N: like i said in the warning, spoilers for the 7th episode, because I basically built this story around the plot of it. I took some lines from the show (a lot to be exact) and ofc I can’t take credit for this, so I marked everything I took with this little dot °. Everything else is written by me.

A/N 2.0: I’m really sorry this took so long, i just didn’t find the time to finish the show :/ but now i finally did, and i hope you like the imagine

Masterlist

Life in La Belle was hard. The (almost) total absence of any men that could possibly help with the hard work resulted in us woman having to do everything alone.

And while we could handle it perfectly well, and didn’t need - and most importantly, didn’t want - the help of any men, it was still hard.

But what made my life a lot better, at least for me, was Whitey. We knew each other since we were little kids and basically grew up together, and now we were happily married for around three months.

For the last two weeks though, i had been feeling sick in the mornings, and the stomach aches had often been accompanied by headaches and having to throw up as soon as I woke.

Since Whitey got up before me most of the time, he didn’t know about it, and I tried to keep it that way. I didn’t want to worry him.

What i did do though was planning on visit Alice to request some medicine from Iyovi. This way I could make sure that Whitey wouldn’t worry about me, and at the same time prevent myself from getting even sicker.

Three days later, after three mornings of throwing up immediately after waking up, I decided it was enough and saddled one of the horses.

When I trotted past the hotel, I spotted Sadie walking towards me, her small son in her arms, his tiny chubby fingers playing with her hair.

“Y/N”, she greeted me, smiling. “Where are you heading?”

Sadie, being only slightly older than me, was one of my best friends.

I shrugged, patting my horse. “Visiting Alice. I haven’t been feeling too good lately, throwing up in the mornings and stuff, you know? I wanna ask Iyovi if she has something for me.”

“Maybe you’re pregnant?”, suggested Sadie excited, her eyes lighting up as she smiled more brightly. “I had this too.”

Her words sparked something inside me. Could it be? Could I really be pregnant with Whitey’s child?

“But I would suggest you still go see Iyovi. I mean, who knows? Maybe it’s something different after all.”

I knew she was right, it could be anything, but now that she mentioned a possible pregnancy I couldn’t help but hope that this was the case.

Whitey and I were so happy, so in love with each other, a child would make everything even better.

When I reached Alice’s small Ranch in the middle of nowhere, I got down from the horse and pulled the reins over its head, tieing them at the fence of the corral, when I heard the creaking sound of the door opening and the click of someone releasing the safety catch of a gun.

I whipped around, and as Alice recognized me she immediately lowered the gun she was gripping tightly, a smile spreading across her face.

“Y/N! What you’re doing here?”

I made my way over to her, and she stepped aside, letting me inside the building.

“Oh you know, nothing special. I just need to see Iyovi for a second”, I replied, tightening my ponytail and looking at the rather small but tidy room.

“Where’s Mr. Ward?”, I then asked curiously and turned around to her. I didn’t really know what to think of him, he seemed nice enough, but something – I couldn’t quite put a finger on it – about him was suspicious.

She looked at me for a second like she had no idea what I was talking about before realization seemed to hit her.

“Oh, Mr. Ward? Right, he’s – he’s away. Not here anymore”, she answered quickly, busying herself with locking the gun again and putting it back in its usual place right next to the door.

I eyed her somewhat confused – why was he away? And where did he go? Based on what I’ve seen of the two together I would have guessed that he would stay for a longer time. But I decided to drop the topic – it wasn’t any of my business anyway.

I cleared my throat. “Anyways, I came to see Iyovi. I’ve had some bad stomach aches for a few weeks now and I’ve been throwing up almost every morning, and I wanted to make sure it’s nothing bad.”

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and she smoothed out her dress. “I think I know what your problem is. But I’ll get Iyovi. Just make yourself at home.”

She disappeared through the door and I pulled out one of the wooden chairs and sat down, waiting patiently.

Only moments later she returned, Iyovi following her. The old woman smiled gently at me, and I stood up, greeting her.

Alice seemed to have told her what my problems were because she went straight to feeling my belly. It only took her a few moments, and then she turned to Alice, letting out a spate of words.

I had absolutely no idea what she was saying, but Alice obviously did, because she looked at me, her eyes glinting with happiness. “You’re pregnant, Y/N”, she informed me with a wide smile, and I could feel euphoria rushing through me, my hands instinctively finding my belly.

I looked down at myself, imagining the small baby growing inside me, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

Suddenly Alice perked up, quickly rushing to the window. She scrunched her eyebrows together as she stared outside and I stepped next to her, wanting to know what got her attention so suddenly.

I saw several horses coming closer, dust rising from the ground, making it hard to make out faces.

Alice let out a small fed up sigh, grabbed the gun placed next to the door, opened the door and stepped outside.

I turned around, letting my gaze wander through the room, my eyes landing on the spare gun in the corner. I went over to grab it and then followed Alice outside with Iyovi behind me.

Alice stood in the yard, the gun raised towards the newcomers, and I went to stand beside her, raising my gun as well.

She turned her head to me, and for a moment it looked like she wanted to tell me to go back inside, but she didn’t say anything and averted her eyes again. The horses came to a halt in front of us, lined up, and as I recognized Whitey and the women from La Belle, I lowered the gun again.

Whitey seemed surprised with seeing me here, and asked: “What are you doing here, Y/N?”

I quickly debated if I should tell him about the great news, but decided to keep it to me for a little while. I wanted to tell him in private, so I just shrugged. “I’ve just been visiting Alice. Nothing special.”

“Well, we … come for Roy Goode°”, Whitey said and averted his gaze to Alice, who kept a straight face.

“He’s gone°”

I quickly wondered who Roy Goode was, but I figured that he must be Mr. Ward.

“Yeah? Well, I’m gonna look around°”, spoke Mr. Logan, and I narrowed my eyes at him. In this case, I agreed with Mary Agnes – he was no one I wanted to be around.

He readied himself to get off his horse, but I heard the sound of Alice cocking the gun next to me and as she pointed it at him, he froze and slowly sank down again.

“Mister, the only way you’re getting off that horse is if I shoot you off°”, Alice threatened, her voice cold.

He smiled at her, a smile that would have made me really uncomfortable if it were meant for me, and licked his lips. “You know what, darling? I believe you would.°”

“So you knew who he really was°”, Charlotte pointed out.

“Not until he turned himself in to Bill.°”

“But even after – you still kept him.°” Her face had something provocative as if she was waiting for Alice to defend herself.

“Kept him?°” Alice finally lowered her gun, cocking her eyebrows.

“You put us in a bad way, Alice°”, Mary Agnes spoke up from the left. “Sooner or later Frank Griffin is gonna find out he was here.°”

“If he hasn’t already°”, Logan added.

Alice looked back and forth between them. “I don’t understand.°”

And neither did I, to be honest.

“Mr. Grigg says that Roy Goode is like a son to Griffin. Whatever betrayal he feels, it’s downright biblical°”, Charlotte explained, shifting her weight around in the saddle.

“But if Roy is gone – °“, Alice started, but Charlotte shook her head. “Griffin’s made it plain – he’s gonna kill everyone that Roy Goode loves and cares about.” Towards the end, her voice almost broke. “He’s already murdered everyone in Creede, and then he burnt the whole town to the ground. If he know’s that we’ve been hiding him- °“

“That’s why he rode off - keep Frank away from here°”, Alice cut in.

“He must have told Bill where Griffin was at – it’s gotta be why he went off looking for him°”, Mary Agnes said, making Alice look at her in mild surprise.

“Bill’s gone looking for Frank Griffin?”

“And I thought the fool was just trying to prove himself to you°”, Mary Agnes said with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, I don’t believe Bill McNue is off looking for anybody. That man is a coward°”, Charlotte replied scornfully.

“The man’s going blind, you damn quiff°” Silence fell over the group as Charlotte looked guilty. “That’s why he doesn’t go shooting off his guns.°”

“Well, maybe we should start to worry about how we’re going to defend ourselves°”, Whitey broke the silence, his gaze briefly lingering on me.

“You got nothing to worry about°”, Logan said, shifting around on his horse. “We made a promise, and we’re to keep it.°”

“Really°?” Mary Agnes leaned forward, looking at Logan with a frown. “The five of you are gonna fight Frank Griffin?” It was clear that she was everything but happy about the way Logan acted.

“I’m right about now about to ride to San Marco and send for more men”, he answered, making me roll my eyes. What if Griffin came before he was back?

“And if Griffin comes before these men arrive?”, Mary Agnes asked, voicing my thoughts.

“Do whatever we can, ma’am°”

With this, he turned his horse around and the four other men followed him, leaving us standing in silence.

“Then what are we doing now?”, I asked as Logan and his men had disappeared.

“You know that I ain’t gonna run from no fight°”, Whitey answered, adjusting his hat and smirking at me.

“Nobody’s going to fight anybody°”, Mary Agnes interrupted him annoyed. “Tomorrow first thing we’re all gonna ride out of town and hide up in the hills somewhere.°”

“All of us?°”, someone asked, and Whitey seemed disappointed. I know he loved to show off his gun tricks, especially in fights.

“Maybe if Griffin rides through town, sees that it’s already dead, he’ll keep on going.°”

She looked at Alice pointedly and said: “I suggest you come with us.°”

“I can’t go anywhere°”, Alice replied, shaking her head. “My boy ran off and I need to go look for him. If ya’ll excuse me.°”

She nodded curtly and turned around, disappearing into her house followed by Iyovi. Until now I hadn’t noticed it, but now that she mentioned it, I realized that Truckee indeed wasn’t around. Usually, he would at least come and say hello.

“But you’re coming with us, right?”, Whitey asked me as if I had any other choice.

“Of course”, I nodded and went over to my horse.

On the way home Whitey informed me about everything I had missed while I had visited Alice, and it all had me worried quite a bit. If it really came down to a fight between Frank Griffin and the women of La Belle, there would be most likely victims on both sides.

When we reached La Belle again, it was already getting dark, but the moment we rode into town we immediately noticed the absence of the horses.

We quickly went to the hotel’s foyer, where Harim, the man who took care of the horses, sat on the stairs. Callie was treating the cut on his temple since apparently he got knocked down by someone who had also stolen the horses because when he woke up, they had all disappeared.

A few women had already gathered around us, the rest of La Belle coming too to see what all the commotion was about. Which was good, since now we really had to discuss how we would proceed from here.

“Damn Fletcher witch! Probably stole her horses back.°”

“No, that’s not possible°”, objected Callie, turning around.

“It was Frank Griffin°!”, someone suggested.

“Why would he steal our horses and leave?°”

“Valentine’s boys stole the horses°”, Mary Agnes said, shaking her head. “Plain and simple.”

“Why would they do that?”, asked Charlotte from the stairs. “He made a deal with us.°”

“Which is only good if there’s a town full of people left to deal with. We all can’t ride anywhere if we only have a dozen horses. We can’t walk anywhere quick enough. So we’re stuck here°”, Mary Agnes stated, turning to Whitey, who leaned at the wall next to me. “How many rifles do you have over at the jail?°”

He thought for a moment, his hand searching for mine. “We had about three°”, he replied. “And Bill McNue took one of those.°”

Mary Agnes sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Alright. You all get home and get your hands on any weapons your husbands had, bring them to the jailhouse.°”

The women retreated without a word and Mary Agnes went to follow them when she bumped into Mr. Grigg. “Where’ve you been?°”, she asked sharply, and the man slightly flinched. “Well, I had … a paper to put out°”, he said, waving around with the newspaper in his hand as if it would validate his statement in any way. “Did I miss anything?°”

“Oh no, you’re just in time. But I expect you already knew that?°”

“I wrote a lovely piece about the ladies of La Belle.°” He twirled the newspaper in his hand, wearing a smug smile.

Mary Agnes stared at him for a moment and then spit in his face, making him back away in disgust. “Now you’re crying out of both eyes.°”

I almost laughed out loud at his face, he didn’t deserve it any different.

We were in the sheriff’s office, me sitting behind the table, while Whitey sat on its edge, his long legs dangling down.

“You’re lucky that they didn’t shoot you°”, Mary Agnes said, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

“For a moment I thought they might°” Whitey looked down at his hands, shaking his head slightly.

He had paid a visit to blackdom, warning them and asking for help. I actually intended to go with him to see Louise, since she was a really good friend of mine seeing that we were pretty much the same age. Though I sometimes I had the sneaking suspicion that she had a small crush on Whitey, it didn’t bother me all that much. He had married me after all, not her. But Whitey convinced me it was better if I stayed here, maybe helping with some preparations for the fight that was sure to come.

“Do you think they will back us?°”

“Yeah, I’m thinking on it. And it was all soldiers.°” He looked down at my hand laying on the desk, tracing the outline of my fingers with his. “- I mean, they can’t just watch us all get slaughtered.°”

“Why not? I would if I was them.°”

We were silent as we watched some people walking past the house outside the window.

“Not everyone’s going to be out to fight. And even if they could, we ain’t got enough guns”, he said, looking in around in the room. “We gotta find a way to contain the fight.°”

“Contain it how?°”

“We can try and keep most of it off the streets°”, Whitey suggested. “Get them off their horses and get them in some place where –°” “-Where we got the advantage°”, I finished for him and he nodded, smiling at me.

Mary Agnes pursed her lips. “It has to be a place where they couldn’t burn us out…°”, she trailed off, thinking deeply.

“Say some place made out of iron and brick°?”, I asked and she immediately seemed to know what I had in mind, stepping towards the window and looking over to the hotel on the other side of the street.

Later this day, when the sun had already begun to set, Whitey was pacing up and down in front of me, wearing the same worried expression he had already had the whole day while I sat on our bed, watching him.

Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks, grabbing his hat and his gun belts, slinging them around his hips.

“What are you doing?”, I asked. What as he up to now?

“I’m riding over to Blackdom and try to convince them to help us. We need every help we can get”, he explained, already at the door.

“Wait! I’m coming with you.” I crawled to the edge of the bed and tried to stand up, but he rushed back to me, gripping my shoulders and gently making me sit down on the bed again.

“You stay here Y/N. This is too dangerous for you, and it will most likely take the whole night.”

“What? When did this ever hold me back, huh? And I can shoot, I can handle myself”, I protested, but he just shook his head.

“We don’t know if Griffin isn’t already there. I really don’t want you getting hurt.”

“But I –“ I cut myself off, suddenly remembering the baby. Whitey was right, I couldn’t get hurt. He just didn’t know the real reason behind it. “You’re right. I’ll stay here.”

He seemed surprised at how less resistance I offered, but bent down, pressing a kiss on my lips.

“I’ll be back before you wake up tomorrow morning, I promise.”

“Just be careful”, I mumbled, kissing him again.

He nodded and then rushed out of the door, and only minutes later I could hear the sound of a horse galloping down the street.

When I woke up the next morning, the space next to me was empty, meaning that Whitey hadn’t come back yet. Or maybe he was already outside again.

I pushed the worry I felt to the back of my mind and quickly got dressed, hurrying outside.

On the porch of the hotel, Mary Agnes already stood, handing out guns and pistols to the women of La Belle who had formed a long line down the street, waiting for their turn to get a weapon and an instruction.

I walked past the line, earning some curious glances, but I ignored them as I came to a halt next to Mary Agnes.

“Anywhere with a clear shot onto the street”, she said to the woman in the front of the line, handing her a gun.

She did the same thing to the next few women until she turned to me.

“Where’s Whitey?”, I asked, not able to hide the worry in my voice and at the same time hoping that he just inside the hotel somewhere. Or maybe the sheriff station, I hadn’t checked there yet.

“He isn’t back yet”, she shook her hand, giving out a few other guns. “Just wait here, he’ll come back soon enough. Maybe he brings reinforcements and they just need their time.”

I decided to just wait here and sat down on the steps, waiting for Whitey to ride down the street.

While the line of women who still waited shrunk with every minute, he was still nowhere to be seen.

But a few minutes later I spotted him walking down the street, his horse walking behind him as he had thrown the reins over its head, guiding it with them. As he came closer I knew why. Louise was sitting on the horse, her little brother behind her, his arms wrapped around her.

I jumped up and almost ran over to them.

“Whitey! Louise! What happened?”, I asked, slightly out of breath but feeling relieved that they were here now. This changed as I saw Louise’s face, it looked like she had been crying, a lot. Something terrible must have happened.

Whitey lifted Louise’s little brother off the horse. He just stood there looking on the ground without saying a word before he stepped close to Louise once she had climbed off the horse.

Whitey wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to his side and pressing a short kiss on my temple.

“They’re in Blackdom°”, he informed us. “We’ve been riding around in circles hiding all night, so to not lead them here.°”

“Well, they’re out there, they already know where we are°”, said Mary Agnes gloomily. She gave Louise and her brother a pitiful look. “Put them kids with the others.°” She wanted to turn around, but Louise stepped forward.

“I ain’t no more the kid than he or Y/N is”, she said agitated, clearly very determined. “I’ll stay here and fight with the rest of you. They killed all my family. I’m gonna kill each and every one of them before this day is over.°”

With that she briefly caressed the cheek of her brother and then went to grab a gun, disappearing in the hotel. I looked after her, gulping. I didn’t want to imagine what she must have been through last night.

“But Y/N, you won’t –“, started Whitey, but I cut him off.

“Spare me your ‘It’s too dangerous’- bullshit Whitey. I will fight, and you won’t hold me back.”

He looked at me for a while, then leaned down and kissed me deeply. “I didn’t expect anything else from you, to be honest”, he chuckled. “That’s why I fell in love with you after all.”

“Just because I like to shoot people?”, I laughed, and he just smiled.

“You know what I mean.”

“Don’t make me sick, you two lovebirds”, said Mary Agnes, but thin lips curled into a slight smile, showing that she didn’t mean it.

Whitey laughed. “Anyways, I used some bullets last night, I gotta sort out my guns again. You go into the hotel, and please be careful. I love you”, he said to me, and I answered with a kiss and an ‘I love you too’ before I grabbed one of the guns still leaning next to the door and went inside.

I found the window where Louise was sitting on the floor, staring into the void. I sat down next to her, hesitantly wrapping my arms around her.

She briefly tensed up before returning my hug, and I could feel her starting to cry.

“They killed everyone”, she whispered. “And I’ll kill them.”

“You will”, I whispered back, gently caressing her back.

After that, we just sat next to each other in silence, our backs to the wall. After a while, we heard the sound of several horses galloping down the street before they came to a halt in front of the hotel.

I gripped the gun tighter, taking the safety catch off and readied myself. Slowly, I turned around and peeked over the edge of the window through the curtains.

Where was Whitey? I just hoped that nothing had happened to him.

Griffin and his men had come to a halt in front of the hotel, looking around. I fixated my gaze on the door of the sheriff’s office, where I knew Whitey would come out soon.

Suddenly the door opened, and Whitey stepped out, twirling the guns like he always did. I waited for the first man to fall off his horse after Whitey shot him, but instead, I saw one of the men turning around and in a swift movement, pulling out a knife from his pocket.

Almost in slow-motion, I saw it flying through the air before hitting Whitey right in the chest, sinking in to the hilt. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth in a silent scream as he looked down on the knife, slowly falling down on his knees, before losing his balance completely and falling forward.

Louise clamped a hand over my mouth before I could let out the ear-piercing scream that was making it’s way up my throat. I trashed around trying to break free, trying to get to Whitey, but her grip was tighter than I could ever imagine.

Tears were streaming down my face as I slowly sunk back on the floor, her hands around me loosening up as she realized that I wouldn’t fight her anymore.

“You can’t help him now”, she whispered, and I think I nodded, but I barely felt anything at all besides the blood rushing in my ears. My body felt completely numb, and my heart hurt so much, it felt like I had been the one who got stabbed.

I sat there, my vision blurred and didn’t move at all until suddenly I could hear guns getting fired and screams from everywhere around the hotel.

Louise was pointing her gun out of the window, firing at the men down at the street, and I rose up, looking down.

Quickly I found the man I knew had thrown the knife, and I slowly raised my gun, aiming at him. Right before I pulled the trigger he looked up, directly at me, and I stared back as I watched him fall off his horse, a red patch of blood on his chest.

*Time skip to after the fight*

Suddenly a heavy silence came over La Belle, and Louise and I slowly rose from where we had hidden the last few minutes.

I pushed myself up onto my feet and tentatively made a few steps towards the window, ready to drop to the floor again if it wasn’t over just yet. The dust hadn’t fully settled yet, but I could still see that the street in front of the hotel was abandoned.

Frank Griffin and his men had disappeared, only the bodies of those who weren’t quite as fortunate were to see. My gaze immediately wandered over to the sheriff’s office, where on the porch Whitey still lay as I had seen him the last time - lifeless and not moving at all.

I didn’t hesitate this time and darted away from the window, dodging Louise who tried to hold me back and sprinting down the stairs so fast that I almost fell. I ran through the foyer, past the women who slowly got up too and over the street.

I almost tripped over the leg of one of Griffins men who laid on the street, a red spot on his shirt where only twenty minutes his heart had beaten in his chest, his now dead eyes staring up into the sky.

When I reached the sheriff’s office, I jumped up the two steps and dropped on my knees next to Whitey. He was laying with his face down and I felt nauseous as I reached forward, my hands shaking badly.

I gripped his shoulders and tried to turn him around. At the second attempt it finally worked, and when my eyes fell on the knife in his chest it felt like an ice-cold hand had gripped my heart, squeezing it together.

He looked peaceful, his eyes closed and his expression relaxed as if he slept, but the knife that was buried in his chest and the deep red blood seeping through his shirt all around it disturbed the image.

I choked on the tears I tried to hold back, feeling like I was suffocating. The air began to feel thin as I came to realize that Whitey was dead.

The tears that I couldn’t hold back any longer began to blur my vision as they streamed down my cheeks, my shaking hand reaching for his neck to feel his pulse, a last, desperate attempt to prove myself wrong.

When my fingers touched the skin of his neck, I couldn’t feel anything, but I tried to convince myself that was only because I could feel my own heart pounding in the tips of my fingers.

Suddenly he let out a soft groan, almost inaudible and I perked up, attempting to blink away my tears. His eyes fluttered slightly, and his hand that laid close to mine moved just a bit closer, reaching for my fingers, yet he had not enough strength to actually grab them.

I froze for a moment, my breathing getting erratic. He wasn’t dead!

“Mary Agnes! Alice! Someone! Anyone!”, I yelled, tears flowing again.

Mary Agnes, who had started to shoot all the body laying on the ground to make sure they were actually dead, looked up as I screamed.

Louise came running out of the hotel followed by Alice, and I bent over Whitey, gripping his shoulders as if that would keep him alive.

“Whitey, do hear me? Please stay with me. Please, don’t die, please”, I whimpered, feeling all hope leave me as suddenly he coughed and a thin trail of blood mixed with saliva made its way down his jaw from the corner of his mouth.

“Y/N-“, he croaked out, his voice quiet and weak, barelý more than a whisper.

“Whitey! Please, stay awake, don’t give up! Do you feel pain?”

I knew this question was totally irrational, of course, he felt pain, he had a goddamn knife in his chest, but I couldn’t think straight right now.

Whitey slowly moved his head one time to the left, one time to the right. “No…”

“Okay okay, good. Now stay with me, please. Please, I’m begging you, please.”

Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me away from Whitey. I struggled against the person’s grip, wanting to get back to Whitey, be as close to him as possible.

“I’ll get Iyovi! She’s the only one that can help him now. Get him on a bed somewhere”, Alice yelled over her shoulder while she was already running to her horse.

Louise, who had been holding me back, let go of me as Mary Agnes picked Whitey up, her face contorting with the exertion as she lifted him up.

His body was limp on her arms, his head falling back as he coughed up more blood.

I felt so helpless, my head was spinning and I had no idea what to do.

“He’ll be okay”, Louise whispered as she wrapped me in a tight hug.

I couldn’t muster up the strength to hug her back, but her hug provided the comfort I needed so badly, so I just didn’t move at all, standing stiffly in her embrace.

We followed Mary Agnes into the foyer of the hotel, where some of the women had already started to clean up the mess that the fight had left us with, and she carefully laid him down on one of the couches.

I immediately rushed over to him and kneeled at his side, grabbing his hand and intertwining our fingers. He didn’t show any signs that he had noticed it, his hand laid limp in mine and his breathing was so shallow, one could barely see the rising and falling of his chest.

I just stared at his pale face and then raised my arm to tentatively wipe away the dried blood in the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of my dress.

“Whitey”, I whispered, a single tear rolling down my flushed cheek that burned from the many tears before. He didn’t react.

One of the women stepped closer, I didn’t see who it was and I also didn’t care. “We should get this knife out of his chest”, she suggested and reached over me towards his chest.

“Stop!”, yelled Louise from next to me, and swatted the woman’s hand away quickly. “You will kill him if you do this now! The knife closes the wound, he’ll bleed out if it’s not there anymore. We have to wait for Iyovi.”

*Three days later*

I hadn’t left Whitey’s side for longer than five minutes in the last three days. I had barely slept, only occasionally dozed off for half an hour, and I knew that I looked terrible. I had dark bags under my eyes, and I couldn’t stop my eyelids from closing every few minutes before I jerked awake again.

Yet I refused to leave him. Mary Agnes brought me soup two times a day, making sure I ate at least half of it, and I could tell that she was almost more worried about me than about Whitey. But I didn’t care about myself right now, I only cared about Whitey.

He showed no signs of getting better in any way, he didn’t move at all, his eyes had been closed the entire time and he hadn’t talked either since he passed out after Iyovi had pulled out the knife.

The old woman had stayed in La Belle, regularly checking in on Whitey and changing the bandage she had wrapped tightly around his chest.

She told me his wound was healing well, and I could see it - there had been no blood seeping through the bandage for almost two days.

But there could be internal damages for all we knew, and she had already tried to make it clear to me that there was the possibility of him never waking up again. But I refused to acknowledge this.

The only thing that got me through this three days was the knowledge that a baby - Whitey’s baby - was growing inside of me. While my one hand was holding Whitey’s, my other was constantly placed on my belly, even though I hadn’t even a bump yet because I was obviously in a very early stage of pregnancy.

I talked to him a lot, always hoping that he would hear my voice and maybe wake up, though that didn’t happen. I told him about the baby, even sometimes placed his hand on my stomach. But he didn’t once react.

I looked around in the foyer of the hotel - he was still laying on the couch since Iyovi had strictly forbidden any movements that could make the damage in his chest worse.

I could feel myself getting sleepier, my eyelids dropping down heavily and I leaned forward to place myself more comfortably on the edge of the couch and closed my eyes.

I woke up again from Whitey stirring next to me, his hand closed around mine and he squeezed it very lightly.

His eyes fluttered as I jerked awake, trying to blink the sleep away and looked down on Whitey.

“Y/N”, he croaked out with a hoarse voice and raised his head, trying to sit up.

“Whitey!” I immediately placed my hands on his shoulders, gently pressing him back down. “Don’t move. How are you feeling?”

He gave me a crooked smile. “As if someone threw a knife at me.”

I laughed through the tears that already filled my eyes again. “I’ll get Iyovi and the others. Don’t try to sit up.”

I retreated from the couch and turned around, almost running out of the hotel. On the steps outside I bumped into Mary Agnes who grabbed my arm and stopped me as I just wanted to run past her.

“Y/N! Where are you going? Did anything happen?”

“Whitey’s awake”, I breathed out. “I gotta find Iyovi.”

She smiled and gave me a small push. “I get her. You go back to Whitey.”

I didn’t object but went back inside, where Whitey sat on the couch with his shirt open, examining the bandage wrapped around his chest. Of course, he hadn’t listened to me.

“I said you shouldn’t move.” I sat down next to him, shaking my head.

“But I don’t feel pain anymore.”

“Maybe, but you almost died. You’ve been out for three days, and I would rather don’t risk anything”, I told him, wiping a tear from my cheek.

“Three days?”, he repeated with wide eyes, taking my hands in his. “Please don’t tell me you’ve been sitting here for three days straight.”

“Of course I did! What do you think? That I just continue as if everything was normal?”

He shook his head. “You shouldn’t have done this.” He was silent for a short moment, then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. “But I’m glad you did”, he whispered and pressed a kiss on my cheek.

“Be careful Whitey”, I smiled through my tears and loosened his arms around me. “Don’t move too much.”

“But I almost feel no pain anymore”, he tried to reassure me and wiped away some of the tears that just couldn’t stop from escaping my eyes with his thumb.

“Why are you crying so much? I just woke up, didn’t I?”

“But you almost died! And I don’t know what I would have done if you did. “ I couldn’t help my hand from wander to my stomach once again. “Especially because – “

I cut myself off as Mary Agnes rushed in again, followed by Iyovi, Alice, and Louise.

“Whitey! You’re awake!” Louise exclaimed, clearly happy. It looked she wanted to go and hug him, but Alice placed her hand on her upper arm and shook her head, making her stop.

Without saying anything, Iyovi went over to Whitey and immediately proceeded to loosen the bandage, unwrapping it.

The wound was almost invisible by now, and after examining it from all angles and lightly pressing her fingers around it, the elderly woman straightened her posture and smiled gently at me.

She said something to Alice and she translated. “So far Whitey’s okay again. But he needs to rest.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, finally managing to stop crying. Whitey tried to push himself to his feet. “Well, then I’ll-”

I grabbed his arm and steadied him as he almost fell back.

“You’re going to lay down. And if I have to cuff you onto the bed”, I threatened, slinging his arm over my shoulder.

I knew that if I didn’t pay attention, he would be on his horse faster than I could tell him to go back.

He winked. “Let’s save the cuffing for later, shall we?”

Louise giggled as I blushed.

“Watch out what you say, or otherwise I’ll really cuff you”, I hissed, making him laugh.

I helped him until he sat down on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. The injury affected him more than he liked to admit.

I sat down next to him on our bed, and as he caught his breath he grabbed my hand, running his fingers over my knuckles.

“What did you want to say earlier?“, he asked.

I scrunched my eyebrows together confused, but then I remembered.

“Oh, right. Well, I actually wanted to tell you earlier, but the whole knife thing got into the way, you know?”, I forced a laugh, trying to take the whole thing lightly even though my stomach still knotted together at the thought of almost losing him.

“It’s nothing bad though, is it?”

I could tell that he was getting nervous, so I hurried to answer.

“No no! Don’t worry, actually it’s quite the opposite. In the last few weeks I haven’t been feeling too good in the mornings, so I went to Iyovi to check if everything was alright, and she found out that I’m – well, that I’m pregnant. We’re going to be parents.”

He stared at me for a moment as he processed my words, and I almost thought that he was angry or something, but then his whole face lit up and he excitedly grabbed both my hands, squeezing them. “Are you sure?”

When I smiled widely and nodded, he placed his hands on my stomach. “I can’t believe it”, he whispered. “We’re going to be parents.”

He pressed a long, loving kiss on my lips, leaving me breathless. “I love you so much, Y/N.”

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follow-my-literature · 1 year ago

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Stories to Stay:

These are the stories that will remain.

However, they will currently all be taken down within the week. I need to rewrite some parts since I have lost each story's original plotline. Also, not all of them will be released at the same time. This is a long list of multi-part stories, and I want to give each of them the time they deserve. With so many live stories, it's easy to get specific details mixed up. **This is not the publishing order.

Godless Country — Whitey Winn x OC

Not Without You — Gally x Reader

Expression of Regret — Benny x Beth

Jojen and the Red Priestess — Jojen x Reader

Betrothal of Two Households — Jojen x OC

Memories — Aris Jones x Reader

Forever Beautiful — Donald x Reader

A Palace Full of Cranks

To Love a Crank Like You

Through Benny’s Eyes — Benny x Reader

A Broken Tribute — Vista Halide x Newton Snow

Late Night Confessions || one shot — Benny x Beth

Stalemate || one shot — Benny x Beth ------------------------------------------------------------ A Poll will be coming shortly so you can let me know what you wanna read first.

#thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #thomas brodie #benny watts #tbs #jack dawkins #the artful dodger #whitey winn x reader #donald clarke #the maze runner #the hunger games #beth harmon #the queen's gambit au #jojen reed #jojen reed game of thrones

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the-fiction-witch · 7 months ago

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Lil Lady

Media - Godless (Netflix) Character - Whitey Winn (Teenager) Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n (Teenager) Rating - Smut Word Count - 2396

(Underage 17 Year Olds! Warning!! This was requested! and I did look it up New Mexico which is where Laballe is in 1888 the AOC was 16 but still I added a warning!)

I grabbed my jacket from the hook beside the door, slipping the brown leather over myself, I grabbed my hat, pushed back my hair and sat it on my head, giving my upper lip a slight stroke to keep the hair presentable.

“Alright… night Sheriff,” I told him,

“Night whitey, careful in your walk home,” Bill told me from his desk,

“I'll be fine,” I answered as I pulled open the door headed out the sheriff's office, and began making my way down the porch, little did he know. I ain't going home.

I snuck my way across town doing my best not to be spotted by anyone who might rat me out before I arrived at the stables, I fixed my gun belts, my shirt and my face giving my breath a check before I snuck inside. I walked the hay and straw-covered floor passing the few horses in for the night, giving my horse Ted a rub on the nose as I passed him. Before I walked to the last stable merely used for storage and that's where I saw her.

Y/n stood fixing some of the hay into a make shift-cosy corner in her usual boots, stockings, little purple dress, her Y/H/C hair in a sweet updo, her little skin glimmering in the light of the lantern hung above, she hummed to herself a little as she worked.

I let my smirk grow and tipped my hat a little up my head before leaning my arm on the stable doorway, I parted my lips and wolf-whistled at her.

"Phhuuwwweeeeet-Phheeew!"

She stood and turned to face me her hand on her hip, "Evening,"

"Evenin' Y/n" I smirked back,

"What are you doing here Deputy Winn?" she teased,

"Humm, well just lookin' after Labelle lil lady," I teased her back, "Why? what are you doin' here?"

"Nothing much," she shrugged, "Just wonderin' if I may get a visit from a handsome deputy boy tonight?"

"Well that depends, don't it? Your daddy know you're out?"

"No," she cooed coming closer,

"Humm, You let anyone see ya on the way?"

"No," she came even closer,

"Hummm... Ya fancy a roll in the hay with the deputy?"

"Mhm," she now stood within my reach,

"Well then, one last question lil lady," I smirked wrapping my arms around her waist,

"Yes, whitey?" she giggled wrapping her arms around my neck,

"Ya think ya can be quiet?" I smirked rubbing the tip of my nose on hers,

"Never." she shook her head,

"That's my girl," I smirked pulling her into a hot and heavy kiss, "Ummm I've missed ya, lil lady," I kissed her passionately stroking my hands over that perfect body, she kissed me harder and clawed her nails at the back of my jumper, I eagerly pulled back lifting her up under her thighs and laying her down in the hay with me sitting over her with my legs either side of her, I smirked and began slipping my jumper off, before unbuttoning every button of the shirt but keeping it on just in case we got disturbed, quickly returning to her lips holding her face in my hand as we kissed. She stroked her hand down to my belt "Impaient tonight lil lady," I cooed,

"I've missed you," she pouted squirming her little hips against the hay,

"Have ya now? Humm well your daddy has kept my lil lady locked up in that big old house without me to take care of her. Not surprised you're a little... desperate for me Y/n," I smirked as I pulled off my belts, she took no time to grab my hands and moved them to the hem of her dress, I reconnected our lips and slowly pulled up her dress pushing higher and higher to her waist, as our tounges began to explore one another's mouths my hands trailed down luckily feeling her stockings where only thigh highs so I didn't need to tug them down, I grabbed her thighs giving them a good squeeze which made her gasp, I had to admit I stopped and admired her lower body. I kissed her neck and kissed down her chest squeezing her breast through her dress, "fuck ya feel so good!" I groaned but forced me back to her lips by my hair and grabbed me by the hem of my trousers forcing the gap between us to close.

"Ummmm ya really have missed me lil lady." I growled quickly, undoing them and pulling out my hard shaft, stroking her hand across myself tenderly so I knew I was at my best for her, "uhhhh!" I gasped my head throwing back a little, she smirked and opened her legs wide stroking her pussy almost invitingly and I sure as hell didn't need to be told twice, I held the base of my shaft to guide myself expecting some difficulty given I hadn't used my hands or my mouth for her but she was soaked! I slipped in so easily you'd think I'd have been eating her out for three hours! But she felt so good! Everything I have ever wanted to feel around me! Uhh, I admit I think I went a bit crazy "Ughhh! Y/n! lil lady! Ummmm! Ya so wet... Ummmm ya must have been beggin' for me," I groaned, I wasted no time to absolutely fucking destroy her! we both tried to be quiet but often let small groans and moans slip often kissing just to keep quiet, which only made me want to be harder and more intense, I knew I was close ... "Y/n... Lil lady, please... Uhhhh! I need ya!" I whined kissing her neck and leaving her with a few hard hickeys

"a little longer whitey... please," she gripped my arms and started to dig her nails into my skin,

"umm yeah? ya close ya need me lil lady, we both know ya need me as bad as I need ya, come on... just a lil scream for me? Maybe your daddy might hear ya and see his cute little daughter getting fuckin' raw dogged by the town deputy" I growled making sure to keep going I knew I was so desperate biting my lip and squeezing my eye shut trying to do hard not to cum just yet but I didn't have to wait long as she tightened around me and squirting down onto the hay squealing in my ear not loud enough to be heard outside the stable but that nose was enough to take me over the edge, "uuuuuuuhhh-uuughhhh!" I buried myself as deep inside her as possible my hips jerking in odd angles beyond my control "fuck -" I gasped, "I love ya, Y/n..."

"I love you too whitey," she giggled a little we both laughed and shared a sweet kiss before we cuddled up in the pile of hay.

I sat at my desk fiddling with an old dented bullet I found lying around, tossing and rolling it between my fingers without much of a thought as Bill sat at his own desk doing ... I don't know, I didn't ask.

Suddenly the office door flew open and immediately I knew something was up, it was Y/n's father he marched in and glanced around the office until he saw me.

“You little bastard.” He yelled before he grabbed me by the jumper and forced me from my seat lifting me like I was nothing and tossing me onto the hard dusty dirt outside, of course, I yelled and everyone began to crowd around. “You really think you are gonna get away with this. You dirty little bastard. After what you did to my daughter!” He yelled as he began kicking me hard in the stomach so much so that I coughed blood, without even a chance to get to my gunbelt.

“Daddy stop please!” Y/n begged him as he forced him away from me, “Please Daddy it wasn't his fault.”

“No! Not his fault he knocked you up!”

“I what!” I coughed,

“You knocked my baby girl up! She's seventeen you pervert!”

“So am I!” I choked out not sure why I thought that would help me but my head was spinning and I was very much in pain,

“You little fucker I'll kill you!” He yelled grabbing one of my guns and pointing it at me,

“No! Daddy please!” Y/n screamed,

“Drop the weapon!” Bill demanded pointing his shotgun at her father's head,

“Are you okay whitey?!” she came to comfort me holding my head in her hands,

“Just peachy lil lady” I groaned as she slowly helped me to sit up,

“Thanks for waitin' till after I got the shit kicked out of me,” I complained,

“You knocked her up whitey I ain't stopping her daddy kicking your head in,” Bill said,

“That's fair.” I sighed,

“drop it, sir.”

“He knocked up my daughter I'm blowing his brains out” her father yelled,

“Whitey may be a very very stupid boy and believe me you are well within your rights to kick the shit out of him however. That is my deputy and you pull that trigger, I'm pulling this one we clear?”

He groaned but dropped my gun,

“Look… I know I fucked up, but I promise ya I never meant to get Y/n in trouble. And … I know we're young but I'm more than happy to marry her. Help her through all this. Raise our little one together” I cooed holding her hand,

“You mean it whitey?”

“Course I do, I love ya lil lady, and I love our lil baby too,” I told her I tried to kiss her but he grabbed her by her hair and dragged her away, "Y/n!" I screamed in panic grabbing my gun from the ground, "Let her go." I demanded,

"How I discipline my slut of a daughter is no concern of yours," he told me,

"Whitey put it down," Bill demanded,

"Yeah... problem is, you just told me she's pregnant. means you're manhandling the mother of my child and the baby inside her! let her go, or I will blow your fucking brains out."

"You don't have the nerve," her father smirked,

I pulled the hammer back on my gun aiming it squarely in the centre of his forehead, "Try me."

He let her go so I lowered my gun,

"You are not to see my daughter again,"

"But I-"

"I don't care! You are not to see my daughter ever again!" He demanded, "You are not to see her, look at her, think about her,"

"She's pregnant, let me do the right thing and marry her. I promise I'll take care of her."

"You've done enough!"

"Then what about the baby, My child! You expect me to never look at them?"

"Trust me, they won't be staying here not near you." He said, "Y/n come on. Home."

"Daddy please I-" she began,

"Now!" he demanded,

"I- I'm sorry whitey," she said between her tears,

"Y/n... Lil lady please..." I begged her, but she followed her father.

I did my best not to be discovered as I stood around the side of the house, I held my breath watching as the door slammed shut and her father headed down the porch and towards the Labelle saloon, as soon as he was gone I smirked and climbed up the wall into the window. Where she was sitting in bed in her cute little white maternity dress with her little baby bump, she sat on her bed knitting and I almost wanted to cry.

"Awww Lil lady, ya look so adorable!" I cooed,

"Hi whitey," she giggled,

"Come here," I cooed sitting on her bed and peppering her face with kisses, "and come here you," I cooed kissing her bump, "aww hello lil one, I know I know daddy missed ya too," I whined,

"he's been kicking all day missing his daddy,"

"I know, I know I'm sorry. I wish your father went out more often. I feel like I've barely seen ya,"

"I know, I keep trying to make him go out,"

"I wish I could come cuddle ya every day, I miss our little one so much."

"I do too," she smiled, "I know you'd want your head glued to my belly Whitey,"

"Course I do, I wanna hear and feel every inch our lil one moves," I cooed peppering her tummy with kisses, "Last time I was here he was half this size,"

"I know, he's getting bigger every day,"

"He'll be arriving soon," I cooed, "Y/n..."

"Yes, whitey?"

"I know we have both been tryin' to talk to your father..." I sighed, "And neither of us is gettin' anywhere with him we've tried everythin' we can. And ya know the moment the baby comes, he'll pack ya up and send ya off east with your aunt." I told her holding her bump and looking into her beautiful Y/e/C eyes,

"I know..." she said sadly stroking her bump,

"But I have an idea,"

"An idea?"

"Pack ya stuff, lil lady." I cooed,

"What?!"

"Pack up, take everythin' we need, load Ted up and head off west, buy ourselves a bit of land with our savin's and raise our baby together. I couldn't be happier, a little place with my lil lady, my lil baby." I cooed, "We can start our life together as soon as the baby comes, just come with me. And I'll marry ya first chapel we find on the road!"

"Whitey do... do you mean it?"

"I mean it!" I kissed her forehead, "Just come with me,"

"...yes." She gasped,

"You- Ya will!"

"I will, help me pack up things for baby and we'll be gone before he gets home."

"Let's do this lil lady," I cooed kissing her sweet lips,

We packed up her room with all her little dresses, her trinkets and all the little things for the baby. I packed myself up and we loaded up our bags onto Ted, I helped Y/n up onto the horse and I climbed on behind her my hands taking the reins and sitting on her thighs, often stroking her baby bump,

"Ya need to stop just tell me?"

"I will," she nodded,

"You ready lil lady?"

"I'm ready," she cooed, "Let's go,"

"Let's go." I nodded, "I love ya, Y/n,"

"I love you too Whitey,"

We shared a gentle kiss and I gave Ted a gentle kick and we started off on a slow walk out of Labelle and away to a whole new future together.

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psychogirlfriendandsupervillain · 9 months ago

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Other Man’s Widow - Chapter 1

Female!Reader x Whitey Winn

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

Warnings: Abuse, domestic abuse, murder, religious trauma(?). Whitey is an adult and not a kid in this.

Summary: The deputy is sent to console a grieving young widow.

A/N: If I have missed a tag please tell, also this has taken me like two years to get on here.

The light that filters in through the halfclosed blinds is turning gray, the weather setting the stage for what would be a tragic story. The clouds had rolled in already around noon, as if it knew to be ready. Despite that the room is suffocating, as if the clouds are a big wet blanket over the town. Sweeping your eyes over the iron legs of the chairs and table you suspect they put you in one of the nicer questioning rooms, as you doubted the station had much room for anything but the absolute necessities. The plastic seat isn’t much comfort but it will have to suffice. A click of the door makes you run your hands over your hem.

“Sorry for the wait, ma’am. Can I get you anything?” The blonde boy is keeping his body in the hallway, likely expecting a positive answer.

“A cup of tea, if it’s no trouble. Two sugars.” You fold the tiny fabric square in your hands. He gives a close lipped but reassuring smile and disappears back out. You never had much contact with the police in town. This was the first time you had stepped foot inside the police station. It was a tall grey house that had stood since 1884. The inside must have been updated since then, because the inside had much of the modern technology you had heard of on the radio.

The door clicks open again and the youth steps back into the room. He sets a cup of smoking tea in front of you, with the air of someone trying not to scare a wounded deer, you note.

“It sure is feeling like there’s thunder coming in.” He muses in the local drawl, looking towards the window as he pulls off a brown jacket, flashing a hint of embroidery hinting by the pocket suggesting personalization. The fabric whispers over the back of the chair before the blonde sits down opposite of you. “I am Deputy Whitey Winn. I know it is difficult right now but I need to write down what happened for the report, is that alright, ma’am?”

The woman in front of him looks frightened. She has been crying but trying to hide it, putting on a brave face. Her dress has a cheerful pattern of tulips, not at all fitting the gloom that has been thrown over this day. Despite the damp air she has kept her blue cardigan on, only the two top buttons undone. He notes the golden oval on a chain resting above the edge of your dress, likely an heirloom if he knows the townsfolk right. Her hands are still gripping the handkerchief, as if scared to let go. The gold band around her finger shines dully. Poor woman. He only hoped that McNue and the others got the place back in order before evening.

“Yes, of course, I understand.” You hide your shock at that the boy in front of you is the assigned deputy. He looks but a child, far too young to be working in such an environment.

“Now, there’s nothing strange, Mrs Y/n Henderson. You just tell me as you know it, straight forward, alright?” Deputy Winn continues and opens a notebook in front of him.

Mrs John Hendersson.

“John! Good man, good to see you!” The man came to meet your husband, who tossed the keys to the valet without looking. The valet stumbled but catched them before they met the asphalt. You gave him an apologetic smile.

There was people milling about the outer deck, but the man herded your husband in to the restaurant, where tables were occupied here and there. John pointed out Daryl and Donnie Devlin, who flited between tables. The twins were those kinds of folks who fit in anywhere, if you’d let them. They were never there with a lady, never there with anyone. They arrived alone, sometimes together. They had business in everything from hardware stores to banking. You hadn’t told John but they gave you the creeps. They were turncoats and would butter up anyone if they smelled an opportunity. When your husband went to greet them you excused yourself to sit with the ladies that had taken up a table by the windows.

One of them gave a light touch to her head as the others pointed out a couple on a walk. You realised your mistake and removed your wide brimmed hat, feeling the heat rise within you. Always these little mistakes. Not that she was being mean about it. It was just that you felt so out of place with these people who had been going for years.

“That’s a wonderful dress, Mrs John Henderson.” Commented the owner, who had decided that the women were his jurisdiction while the men chatted.

“Thank you.” You couldn’t help but tug at the hem, trying to remember what the length requirement was. “John bought it for our honeymoon.”

You look at Deputy Winn. He has probably never set foot in that country club. He’s leaning on his elbow as he writes, back hunched. There’s dirt under the nails of his hand which supports him against the surface of the table. For a moment you’re glad it’s that way. You who stepped into the police station, and not him being taught a new set of rules for how to dress, greet and eat.

“You married Mr Henderson two years ago, is that correct, ma'am?” Whitey had read the public invitation in the paper, a flower wreath encircling both names. But someone had to be at the station, which fell on him and Maggie. Well, Maggie had been glad not to go, said it was too much of a spectacle for her.

“Yes, June 1954.” You look down on your ring, spinning it on your finger and then clasping your hands in your lap. “I just wanted a small affair, but John said we’d better invite the whole town.” Something between a laughter and a sob escaped you. The air seemed to only get heavier. It would certainly be thunder. You just hoped you would be out of here before then.

The sun was shining that day, filtering through the colored glass, and scattering over the altar. The whole town could not fit inside the church, only family and close friends. Reverend Griffin read the Lord’s blessing over your marriage. Then your walked outside to loud cheers and rice getting all in your hair. It was sweet. You kissed for the newspaper’s camera.

The reception was held at your parents’ barn, since John’s club didn’t allow non-members, even for a wedding, although they sent their well wishes. Tones of a waltz started up when you and John walked through the flower filled doors. He led you by the hand, brought you smoothly through the motions. You could hear the whole room sigh in awe when he spun you, flaring your skirts to shine in the muted light. The heat rose to your cheek, and you could almost have been taken for more than a little tipsy if you had been seen walking the street. This man was yours to have and to keep, and him you, for as long as you both would live. The nausea and the ache in your feet seemed to have vanished the second you had been declared husband and wife. All was now a giddy whirlwind of light and hope.

“Congratulations” Louise came into focus beside you at the buffet table, holding a sparkling glass of bubbling gold herself, a bright smile on her lips. Her dark hair was fastened up under a crown of oxeye dasies and buttercups, curls falling out from the dancing.

You ducked your head, feeling a little embarrassed. “Thank you. You look lovely!” You exclaimed after a moment to gathered yourself and gestured towards her blue dress, its loose-fitting skirt sweeping against the white tablecloth as she leaned slightly against it.

“It is the festivities of the season.” Lousie gave you a playful conspiring look before taking a sip and turning to survey the masses. “Reverend Griffin has even let out Reverend Goode from the church for some socializing.” You turned to follow her line of sight. The young priest was holding the hand of Miss Temple with both of his, speaking enthusiastically on some topic illegible at this distance. His brown hair was mussed as usual but his cloth was exchanged for a muted suit and black shirt, white collar still attached. Reverend Griffin stood in the opposite end of the room, patting your husband on the back with a laugh. You elbowed Louise who laughed.

“Don’t say that.” You tried to hold back your own laugh at her mean comment.

“Well, he seems as a fish in a pond.” She declared with a nod in the subject’s direction, who seemed to be asked to dance. “Evening, Officer McNue.” Her attention turned to Bill, who was reaching for a bread roll on the table on her other side. He retreated a step with his hands up like in a hold up.

“Now call me Bill, I’m off duty.” His dark moustache curled up good humouredly. His uniform browns had given way to a navy suit, dark hair water combed, and shoes shined from the dry dirt that plagued the streets during summer. “Congratulations again, ma’am.” He made a gesture to tap his hat, forgetting it wasn’t there. You curtsied and thanked him.

“Now take that roll.” You laughed, pretending to swat after his arm. “There’s enough to last a week.”

Bill raised his hands again and stepped back towards the bread backet. “Is that an order, ma’am?”

“Yes!” Both you and Louise exclaimed, making all three of you laugh.

“Alright, then I’ll take two.” Bill grinned and picked up his goods. “I heard your dad was looking to get you to join him in a tune.” He pointed one of the rolls at Louise who slipped away with a grin. “And I’m sure your husband wants to see you.” He aimed it at you next, making you laugh.

“Yessir.”

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the-fiction-witch · 10 days ago

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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.

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the-fiction-witch · 8 months ago

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Marry Me?

Media Godless

Character Whitey Winn

Couple Whitey X Reader

Rating Adorable + Flirty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whitey chuckled, "What ‘bout me?"

"You. Are not a man Whitey."

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

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

"Ya outta catch yourself Ma’am,"

"or what?" She glared,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? Clean.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"umm you say that to all the ladies?"

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

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

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

"umm?"

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

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

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

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

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

"nope."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"could you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"go on?"

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

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

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

"you think so?" She asked

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

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

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

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

"Yes, whitey?"

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

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

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

"All alright" she shrugged

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

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

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

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

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

"yes, whitey?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Media - Godless (Netflix) Character - Whitey Winn Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n (criminal) Rating - 15 /mentions of rape/ mentions of abuse/ mentions of murder/ Word Count - 1342

Whitey sat at the sheriff’s desk reading over his little magazine, rolling a bullet between his fingers. The sheriff was out god knows where again so whitey was looking after the place on his own. And as it happened a young lady rode into town today and whitey soon connected her to one of the wanted posters from the state. So he had locked her In a cell and taken her belongings, making sure to keep an eye on her, she was understandably pouting.

“Cosy?” He smirked,

she huffed and didn't answer

Whitey looked up from his magazine, a hint of amusement dancing across his face. “Well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a feisty one,” he said with a chuckle, setting the magazine aside. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together as he regarded Y/n with a curious expression. “Don't reckon you're too fond of bein' locked up, huh?”

"Why would I." She snapped,

Whitey grinned, showing off a row of dirty teeth, “Ah, spirit! I like that. Though, I gotta warn ya, sugar, you're gonna have to calm down if ya wanna get outta there anytime soon.” He stood up from his chair, sauntering over to the cell door. He leaned against it, his arms crossed over his chest as he gazed at Y/n with a lazy smile. “Now, why don't ya tell ol' Whitey what's goin' on? What'd you do to land yourself on a wanted poster?”

she sighed "...shot my husband."

Whitey's grin faltered for a moment, before he regained his composure “Oh, now that's a story worth hearin',”

"my daddy sold me off to marry the local farmer cause he couldn't pay for his damn pigs. Man was three times my age and as rancid as a dead mule. I endured two weeks of his perverted shit before I walked to the saloon and put a bullet in his cock"

Whitey's eyes widened slightly at Y/n's graphic description, but he quickly regained his composure, a sly grin spreading across his face. “That takes guts, darlin',” he said, leaning back against the wall as he regarded Y/n with a newfound respect. “You're either mighty brave or mighty stupid,” he added, his voice low and husky, “but I reckon it's probably a little bit of both.” He paused for a moment, studying Y/n's face before continuing, “I've heard stories about folks like ya daddy, sellin' their daughters off like cattle,” his voice dripped with disgust, “But I never thought I'd meet someone who actually took matters into their own hands.”

"man was a slimy old pervert and he tied me to the fence posts just so he could rape me without me running off. He got what he deserved!"

Whitey's grin turned wicked, and he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I reckon he did,” He leaned forward, his eyes locked intently on Y/n's face.

“I've seen some nasty things in my time, sweetheart, But what you went through...that's just plain evil. Now, I'm not gonna turn ya loose yet,” he said, his tone firm but gentle, “but I can offer ya a deal.”

Y/n hesitated, her eyes narrowing as she considered Whitey's proposal. “What kind of deal?”

Whitey's eyes crinkled at the corners as he flashed a charming smile. “Well, darlin', I reckon you've got spirit, And I like that in a woman. I can give you protection,” he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper, “From the law, from ya daddy...from anyone else who might come after ya Just promise me one thing Ya gotta let me take care of ya.”

she moved closer her hands gripping the metal bars "and how exactly would you take care of me?"

Whitey's eyes roamed over Y/n's face, drinking in every detail as he reached out to gently grasp her wrists, his fingers intertwining with hers through the bars. “I'd take care of ya like ya deserve Like a man should treat the woman he loves.” His thumb stroked the inside of her wrist, “I'd feed ya till you're plump and pretty, And I'd keep ya safe from harm. I'd show ya what it means to be loved, truly loved. And I'd make ya feel like the queen of this whole damn town.”

"and what would you ask for in return?"

Whitey's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers digging deeper into her skin as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear “I'd ask for anything you're willing to give,” he whispered, his voice husky and seductive, “Your heart, your soul...your body. But most importantly, I'd want your love. For real love, Y/n, Not just sex or comfort or protection… But true love.”

"your a very forward little deputy aren't ya?"

Whitey's grin spread wide across his face, showcasing a hint of mischief and a dash of arrogance. “Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice dripping with confidence, “I'm not just forward, I'm downright reckless,” he smirked, When it comes to women like you, I don't play games. I go straight for what I want And right now, what I want is you.”

“So you set me free? Tear up my wanted poster? And keep me safe from anyone who would come after me? For my devotion, my love?”

“That’s right,”

"then I agree to your purposal on one condition."

Whitey's eyes lit up with excitement as he leaned in closer to Y/n, his voice barely above a whisper. “What's the condition, darlin'?”

"when you say you'll treat me like a queen I expect it. And if you start lacking we'll have a problem. You gotta marry me and treat me proper. And if you so much as look at another ladies ankle... Well... I think we both know what I'll do to you."

Whitey's grin faltered for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise before a slow smile spread across his face “Well, well, well,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement, “You're a feisty one, ain't ya?” He chuckled, the sound low and husky, “I reckon I can live with that,” he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. “Marry ya, treat you like a queen...I reckon I can handle that. And as for looking at another lady's ankle… Oh, I reckon I can promise ya that, No other lady's ankles will catch my eye, I'll be too busy gazing at yours.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He winked, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist as he pulled her close. “I'll make you a deal. If you'll marry me, I'll build us a life together here in La Belle. We'll fix up the old homestead on the outskirts of town, And raise a family of our own.”

"your really a in or a quarter in for a dollar kinda guys aren't ya?" She chuckled

“a quarter in for a dollar is a mighty fine investment strategy if ya ask me.” He chuckled, the sound low and husky, as he leaned in closer to Y/n. “But I reckon I'd be willing to put my money where my mouth is,”

"So that's the deal? You let me out of here and make me your wifey? Get us a little house and little babies?"

Whitey's eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded vigorously, a wide grin spreading across his face. “That's the deal, darlin'” He exclaimed, his voice full of enthusiasm. “I'll give ya the world, and I mean it.” He pulled back, his gaze burning with intensity as he looked at Y/n. “A little house on the outskirts of town, a big ol' porch swing, and a whole passel of kids running wild in the yard.” He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.

"... deal." She smirked "So? What's my last name then?"

Whitey's face lit up with a radiant smile as he grinned from ear to ear “Winn,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “Y/n Winn.” He pronounced it like a promise, his eyes shining with happiness. “You're gonna be Mrs. Whitey Winn, And I'm gonna make sure you're the happiest woman in all of La Belle”

“I’ll hold you to that,” she smirked pulling him into a intense kiss, “Now be a good hubby and unlock the door,”

“Yes darlin’” He chuckled,

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