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shewritesinblackink · 2 years ago

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Dawn's destiny - a Godless fanfiction - part 1

character present but not limited to; Frank Griffin, Troy Goode, my og character Dawn Whitaker. Other characters might pop in in the next part(s).

note: ahhh hello!! i'm back at writing fics!! I really wanted to write something for the mini show Godless because there is too little fics about it and I love it so much, honestly I had to. As usual comments with your thoughts are heavily welcome, and if you notice some mistakes please do notify me so I can edit the fic! This first part is rather short, but I'm working on the 2nd ;) here's the AO3 link :)

masterlist :)

warnings: mention of blood, injury, guns, violence in general lol it's the wild west after all.

Summary: Dawn’s been on the run from a group of men. The desert was not a good territory to hide and she was in bad shape. But she still has the fight in her, and eventually in her frantic chase for freedom, she stumbles upon Frank Griffin group’s camp.

word count: 1k approximately

part 2

The heavy heat of the midday scorched Daw’s skin as she kept on running through the wild and tall dry grass. Ignoring the stabbing of rocks in the tender flesh of her feet. The butter-like yellowness of the landscape rolling around her as she ran frantically, blurred as her eyes became dry with the dust. Each intake of breath was a painful punch to her lungs and a mouthful of sandy dirt, making her throat ache for a sip of water. The actual stab wound slicing at her side though, was another pain in Dawn’s chase toward freedom. Her clothes had been torn apart, leaving her skin exposed to the harsh elements of nature. Red from the angry bite of the sun and stinging from the venomous spikes of some bushes.

Her plaid shirt torn in the middle, the buttons having been ripped off with a blade, was showing a very red and puffy wound trailing down her sternum all the way down in the middle of her chest. The last few buttons holding the piece of fabric together were about to give up from all the fighting and thrashing around. Dawn’s breath caught suddenly when she tripped on a dead tree branch on the floor and fell face first. A sharp pain spread quickly to her chin, blood dripping down her throat. Bright red turning brown as it mixed with the yellow dirt.

All strength seemed to abandon her, as she lay in the blazing heat somewhere in the desert. The realization that she had no idea where she was dawned on her, but the panic she should have felt didn’t come. In place, she found herself rather numb of any feeling at all. She wasn’t mad at herself, nor was she scared to die. The only panic and anger she had felt was what she had experienced when they had kidnapped her two days prior. She had immediately thought of all the atrocities the men were capable of doing to a woman. Or any other living being, for that matter. They had been three, but she had killed one in her tentative escape, with a knife to the heart. The two others had been on her tail ever since. She had stolen the dead man’s horse and hadn’t stopped until the poor animal collapsed an hour ago, white foam at the brim of its mouth. After that she had tried to keep on moving, but barefoot in the desert was not a pleasant experience. It was like walking on shards of broken glass.

Her feelings might be numb from the exertion, but so was her exhausted body. Her feet didn’t hurt anymore. Her dislocated shoulder only a distant cry and her eyes weren’t scratchy. She had closed them in a desperate attempt to escape from the sun, which was burning holes in her skin. Her breathing was slow and uneven. She stopped breathing entirely when she heard horses snickering, their hooves shuffling on the dirt. Voices echoed far in the distance but she knew they were nearby. Closing her hand as firmly as she could on the knife by her side, she tried to conceal it in her sleeve. Her damaged knuckles screaming in agony, she stayed silent and motionless. Playing dead.

Everything happened in a flash. A big white cloud passed in the sky, hiding the blinding light of the white sun and she hit them. Screaming in rage and fatigue, she swung her knife and sliced through one man’s throat. Hot blood gushing from his dirty skin, splashing on her face and clothes. She didn’t waste a second and turned around as the second man was grabbing the Colt at his hip. He was too slow, the shock and surprise significantly altering his reaction. She threw herself at him and they both collapsed in a mess of limbs and angry cries. Sharply, she positioned herself on top of him, stabbing him in the shoulder. She was aiming for the heart but he was moving too much, trying to shake her off of him. Suddenly she saw herself flying in the air, head near the ground. It seemed like an eternity before she landed heavily on her back, the pain in her shoulder making her scream before she realized she was still going down. Rolling on herself, head over toes and then sideways, she bumped into rocks and bushes and dead tree branches. Protecting her head with her hands, she closed her eyes and waited for it to end. Maybe she’d die without realizing it. Without feeling it.

But she suddenly landed on a flat ground, stopping her in her infernal descent. The cicadas were still singing and she could still feel the gaze of the sun on her skin. She let out a heavy sigh and coughed hard, before slowly rolling on her back. Feeling another gaze on her, she turned her head to the side and opened her eyes. Before her were twenty, perhaps more, men scattered through the rocks under the hill. Horses snickered in a corner and a campfire was slowly cooking them dinner.

A chill ran down her spine as she realized she might just be in more troubles than with the three men from before. Turning her face the other way quickly, she saw the abrupt and high end of the hill. Her fall must have lasted a long minute. Quite a show for those sitting in the shade of the hill. Everyone was silent until she shot up, ignoring the pain spreading through her side and shoulder, and the blood leaving her body dangerously fast. She ran to the nearest man and swiftly grabbed a Winchester rifle resting against a rock, arming it and aiming at the group of men. Some drew their guns in a concert of metallic clicks, others just laughed and kept eyeing her as if she was a kid. Dawn’s brow dipped low; they were too many for her to take alone.

“Hey, easy. Easy.” One of them said, but she barely registered it. Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted as she heard a horse’s hooves echoing closer. It could only be the man she had fought a moment before. Coming down to finish what he had started with his missing companions. Drawing in a deep breath she ran to the dirt path, and upon seeing him she aimed and shot. Right through his heart, the bullet ricocheted against the rocky side of the hill behind him. A second later he fell from his horse to the ground, silently. Wordlessly. His worn out hat still on his head.

The luminous world swayed before Dawn’s eyes, her head suddenly spinning and her body going numb once more. Absently she reached to the wound at her side; hot and sticky shiny red blood coating her hand and clothes abundantly. She looked at it, not a single emotion crossing her face, and collapsed on the ground. One man, with a big gray-white beard, approached her motionless form and bent down to pick up the Winchester rifle beside her.

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the-fiction-witch · 7 months 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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