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[the-fiction-witch]

Ma'am

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She did as he asked coming up to the bars

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

"What did you need to check?" She asked

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

"Hey!" She protests

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ummm you sound so good! More please!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you can add more." She cooed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[reneeluv154]

Lost

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I stood inches away from Newt, his arm around me holding me close to his side, and hid behind the little bit that remained of an abandoned building, while a swarm of cranks stood just on the other side, we had been running from them for what felt like forever, It was just now I realized… we weren’t with our group anymore.

“I’m scared,” I whispered while tears formed in my eyes, I never cried, and when I did I never let anyone see. So when Newt looked at me with a shocked yet concerned expression I couldn’t help but know why. He nodded his head swallowing hard. “I know, but right now I need you to stay calm okay? I won't let anything happen to either of us alright?”

I nodded my lip quivering and a tear rolling down my left cheek. I avoided eye contact with Newt and quickly wiped my cheek. “Alright they’re gone, why don’t we find a place to sleep tonight, we can look for the others in the morning.” The whole time we looked for a place to stay Newt had a hold of my hand, we walked in silence until we found a safe building, although no building in the scorch is safe.

Me and Newt sat at a small fire, it barely put out enough warmth for one person much less the both of us. A shiver made its way up my spine as I heard the screeches of cranks a few miles away. I wanted to scream, I wanted to throw and kick shit. I was so angry and so sad, I was afraid I might would hurt myself if I was given the right moment.

“You okay?” Newt’s smooth accent pulled me from the deep cave in my mind where I often resided. I nodded. “Most people who are okay don’t cry, you know that?” I scoffed wiping my face of the tears I was oblivious to until he pointed them out.

I sat with my legs cris crossed and my face as close to the fire as I could get my hands holding my cheeks. Newt had shuffled over to me. Lying back against the large rock behind us.

“If you get any closer to that fire you might just singe your eyebrows off.”

We both chuckled.

“You can go to sleep Y/n. I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I sighed. I was terrified, it made me miserable in every way. Newt opened his arms inviting me into them. I never liked hugs or physical touch in general, the boys would always mess around but they had never actually hugged me, other than Chuck I wouldn’t necessarily give out hugs. I knew Chuck felt left out of most shenanigans, I knew how that felt.

I looked at him, a moment before giving in and letting his strong arms engulf me. I didn’t want to let go he rubbed my back for a little while and played with my tangled hair, carefully combing out the knots with his hands. Eventually, I made myself comfortable in his lap. Slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Goodnight y/n” His warm breath caressed my ear down to my cheek.

“Goodnight Newt.” I fell asleep with my head nuzzled into his neck and his hands trailing through my hair.

[thomasbsangster]

[justauthoring]

Twiddling - Whitey Winn

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

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

REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR STILES STILINSKI!

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“Come on, Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

“These your precious guns?”

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

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

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

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

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

You only tilted your head, waiting.

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

Your eyes twinkled.

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

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

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

You only laughed.

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[sinnerintheglade]

Whitey Winn: Guns

[pweterparker]

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?

[envision-fandom]

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. 

[4lxcxrd20]

Thomas Brodie 💕

[kayetaz1]

Requests Open!

I’ve gotten a few Newt imagine requests but I wanted to open my writing up a little more. So give me requests for:

• Thomas Brodie-Sangster (real life)

• Newt (The Maze Runner/Scorch Trials books and movies and The Death Cure book)

• Whitey Winn (Godless)

• Samuel Emerson (Phantom Halo or My Left Hand Man)

• Nigel (Orbit Ever After)

• Jake Murray (Accused)*

• Jojen Reed (Game of Thrones)*

*I have only seen Thomas’s parts in Accused/Game of Thrones so they might not be super accurate or all that great but of course I can try my best!*

[barcaavengers]

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

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

[electric-cooter]

Thinking about doing a Whitey Winn imagine?

yes? no?

any ideas?

[the-fiction-witch]

Whitey Winn Masterlist No.1

Tell me Whitey - smutty

Time's Tickin' Darlin' - smutty

Whitey - smut

give me my pants - Flirty

Save Ya - smut (DARK)

Breath - smut

Unlock the cell - cute

You b*stard! - cute

Hey! - smut

Woke Half Of La belle - smut

Eye contact - smutty

The Deputy and The Inventor - smut

Secret - sad

River Fairy - smut

Enjoying the View - smut

For Your own good - smutty

Missy - smut

Dancer - smut

Laundry - smutty

My Hero - smutty/flirty

Wifey - sexy

Come on Darling - sweet

For You - sweet

I love Ya - smutty

farm girl - smutty

Tug - smutty

Perfect - cute

Desk - smut

Like what ya see

cowgirl - smut

Back - smut

Toy Boy

Shot the Sherrif

Love - smutty

Married Girl - smut

Bar Girl - smut

Pony - smut

wait - sweet

Distraction - smut

The storm - smutty

Losing - cute

Pay with kisses - sweet

Pay With Kisses P2 - smut

Protect - sexy

Come With Me - smutty

Naps - sweet

Bouncy - sweet

Flasher - smut

Pretty lady - smut

Pretty lady P2 - smut

Please - smut

intend to - smut

Scared - flirty

Fire Hazzard - funny

OverBoard - cute

Dirty boy 1 - smut

dirty boy 2 - smut

dirty boy 3 - smut

dirty boy 4 - smut

Dirty boy 5 - smut

dirty boy 6 - smut

Back to bed - smut

Not here - smutty

Out Of Town - smutty

30 days

What are Ya sayin - smut

miss lola - smutty

miss lola p2 - sexy

Sugar - flirty

stables

Just marry me - cut

30 day challenge

Quiet - smut

checking out

Passing time

Dance

First - smut

Highway Girl - cute

I'm Stuck - smut

Alright Alright! - sweet

Play - smut

You're drunk - smut

Office Girl - smut

Bad Girl - smut

I Don't Rightly Know - none

Flu - cute

Archer - cute

Don't Call Me Darlin' - smut

Last series -

Last Night - smut

Last Debts - smut

Last Dollar and Eighty-Eight Scents - smut

Last Name - cute

Last Lover - smut

Last Virginity - smut

[reneeluv154]

Do you still love me?

Hope you enjoy my loves 💕

This is a Benny watts imagine! I did not proofread this since it's already two am! 😂

I had never felt safe to be myself and express how I felt around anyone much less a man, that was until I met Benny. I watched him walk through the bedroom door and into the kitchen, his upper body exposed with just his kimono and tight black jeans he often wore. His arms flexed as he made his morning coffee.

“I see you.” I was confused until I noticed his reflection in the kettle, watching me.

I blushed, pulling the blanket that sat around my waist up over my face.

He chuckled, sitting beside me on the small sofa. “No reason to hide.”

I cuddled into his shoulder while he rested his feet atop the small coffee table.

“Beth should be over later.”

I frowned, It’s not that I didn't like Beth, I had no reason to not like her but Benny had spent these last few months doing nothing but training her in chess.

“Benny, can we have this day to ourselves? Just me and you.” I felt terrible asking this, I knew chess meant so much to him, and teaching someone made him proud, whether he would admit it or not.

“Well, me and Beth lost a couple of days of practice due to the cold.”

“But you sat on the phone with her those days, talking about chess.”

He shook his head. “Not the same.”

I sighed, standing up and heading to the bathroom. I watched myself cry in the cheap, warped bathroom mirror. I heard a soft knock on the apartment door and Benny’s barefoot feet hurried across the concrete floor. They greeted each other with such enthusiasm and thrill, my heart sank. I waited until I felt safe to come out of the bathroom, but only to close myself up in the bedroom. I felt weak, gently laying down on Benny’s side of the bed wrapping myself in his sheets, letting my tears stain his pillow.

“Y/n, wake up, love.” I awoke to Benny’s sweet whispers and soft caresses. A look of confusion came across his face when I looked at him. “You've been crying?” I felt panic wash over me, “No.” I laughed it off, sitting up and wiping my eyes.

“Then why is my pillow damp?” He smirked, moving a small piece of hair away from my face.

I shrugged. He picked me up, setting me on his lap. “What’s going on, love?”

“Do you still love me?” He was taken aback by the question.

“Of course I love you, Why would you ask such a thing?”

Tears welled in my eyes and my lip quivered. “You only spend time with Beth.”

His face softened and he shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I know I've been spending a lot of time with her but I promise it’s not because I love her, I could never love another woman, someone that isn’t you is someone I really don’t want anything to do with. The only reason I’m talking to Beth is because of chess, nothing more. In fact…”

He picked me up carrying me to the doorway before setting me down, in front of a path of rose petals before grabbing my hand and leading me to the kitchen table where he had set up a candle-lit dinner, with my favorite dish and a glass of wine.

I felt like crying as he pulled out a chair for me, this time out of happiness. I gave him a big hug and a small kiss before sitting at the table and having dinner with him.

[in-flagrante]

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

Jake Nevins - Wednesday 22 November 2017 09.47 EST

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

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

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

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

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

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

Godless is now available on Netflix worldwide

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

[justauthoring]

Definitely - Whitey Winn

Request: I wanna request Whitey Winn! One where he teaches the reader how to use a gun because she’s sick of feeling helpless so it can be quite fluffy.

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!

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“Now, you just put your finger right here.”

“Here?”

“Yeah, right there.”

You tried keep your breathing even, tried to ignore the steady racing of your heart. All you could feel was Whitey’s chest pressed against your own back, literally no space left between either one of you. You didn’t so much mind, in reality, you loved the fact that Whitey was so close. It was just a little hard to focus on the task at hand when all you could feel was his warmth breath on your neck.

“Are you even listening to me, Y/N?” 

Blinking, you snapped out of your stupor, turning your head slightly to meet Whitey’s eyes. It was then you realized just how close the boy was. His face was literally inches away from your own. “U-Uh, yes. Yes, sorry, I am.” You stuttered, feeling your cheeks redden.

Whitey paused, licked his lips and stepped back from. Instantly, you felt like you could breathe again, but you couldn’t hide the disappointment you felt at the fact that he was no longer so close. “You sure?” He asked, raising a brow. “You’re awfully red.”

“Y-Yes,” you shook your head, turning back to your gun. 

You missed the realization that seemed to dawn on Whitey’s face as stared at you. Missed the smirk. “Okay then,” he shrugged, playing along. Stepping towards you once again, Whitey let one arm wrap around your waist, making your breath seemingly stop for a moment. While the other moved toward where you held the gun, helping you out it steady before you.

Slowly, you felt his finger fall over yours, pressing down. You followed his lead, and felt yourself jump slightly when the loud echo of a bullet went off.

You yelped a little, but felt a smile fall on your lips. Seemingly forgetting your embarrassment from before, you jumped from Whitey’s arms, turning to face him. “Would you look at that!” You laughed, “I did it.”

Whitey laughed himself, chuckling softly as he shook his head. “Good job,” he nodded, tilting his head. “Now we just need to teach ya how to aim.”

You smiled, cheeks flushing ever so slightly. You didn’t miss the lingering gaze of Whitey’s eyes, “well, i’m good to go. You?”

Whitey paused a moment, as if shocked that you wanted to continue. Slowly, he nodded, a grin falling on his lips. “Definitely.”

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[sinnerintheglade]

What, you think you're faster than me?