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[aleenuhs]

O.M.G. you are a phenomenal writer for kate !! may i request a sub reader de-stressing kate after work in the office, under her desk 👀👀 a bit of high heel stuff is always appreciated for a powerful woman 🙏 thank you for blessing my feed like an angel sent from above 🤞

⋆ Only For You

Kate Lockwood x Reader

warnings: smut, oral (r giving), dom kate sub reader, cursing

wc: 1.1K

thank youuu 4 the rec and kind words <3

Manhattan, New York

You had just walked back into your shared apartment, looking around for Kate, silently hoping that she was in a decent mood and that she wasn’t going to tear your head off for something small. After all, you kind of were excited to go back home after work to see Kate, especially after today. It was a bit stressful, but you decided to go and grab dinner; you knew sometimes she would skip out on meals if she was working. 

All day today, you’d only received two texts from her. “Call the driver, I left my tablet in the back seat.” Then a moment later, “Do not let the doorman give packages to people without IDs. Can you tell him that?” 

No, “Hi, how are you?” None of it, that was Kate for you. Your right hand gripped a bag of her favorite sushi, and your phone in the other. You padded towards the far end of the apartment, her office. You knocked lightly, but she didn’t answer. Instead, you just opened the door and stepped in quietly. The look on her face told you she was stressed, she didn’t even have to say anything to you. Her board was probably giving her hell, something like that. 

She didn’t look up at you. “Took you long enough.” 

“I stopped for food. Sushi.” You placed it down on the table where she was working, she took it and placed it a bit further from where all her papers were scattered on the table. “They gave me shit for ordering late.” You said very matter-of-factly, her head tilted upwards to look at you, then back down at the papers in front of her.

“They always do,” she said while flipping a page. 

“You haven’t eaten,” you murmured. 

“I’ve had enough today,” she glanced up again, long enough to look you over. “Sit if you’d like, but don’t talk.” You didn’t sit, instead, you quietly got closer and sank slowly to your knees. Kate's pen paused mid-sentence. “Seriously?” She said, you nodded, pressing a soft kiss to her ankle. She still had her heels on, she hadn’t even unbuttoned her blazer. God, you loved her like this, commanding, cold, and mean. 

“I thought maybe I could help,” you spoke softly. Kate nodded, showing some form of a smile. You placed your hand on her leg and started to gently rub it. You weren’t under the desk then; you were kneeling right next to her, your face pressed gently to her thigh. 

“Under,” she said quietly. You didn’t hesitate, you crawled under her desk, your heart rate quickening. You reach up and slowly trace the seam of her pants, from her ankle to her inner thigh. She was warned, tense. The kind of tension that called for some kind of release. You could hear her breathing, you kissed her through the wool of her trousers, letting your tongue trace upwards. Her heel pressed lightly into your back, not forcefully but commanding. Holding you there. With a careful hand, you unfastened the hook at her waistband, pulling her pants down, then focusing on her through her silk panties underneath. She lifted her hips just barely, enough for you to pull those down too. You could hear her set her pen down on the table and sigh. She spread her legs slightly wider. You looked up at her, waiting. Her eyes flicked down to you, but you couldn't read them. “Be good.” 

You nodded, then buried your face between her thighs. The taste of her made you ache; she was already wet and already on edge. You licked her slowly, finding rythm with your tongue, sucking gently on her clit while your fingers dug into her thighs for some balence. She didn’t make much sound, she never really did, but you could feel her grip the edge of the desk, not to steady herself, but to keep herself from grabbing you. You smiled proudly to yourself. 

Occasionally, she gave a clipped “harder” or “slower.” You could tell she still wanted to be in control of something. You could feel her pull the laptop closer as your mouth met her folds, tongue sliding up carefully, reverently. You licked her firmly, your lips wrapped around her clit in soft suction. “Stay exactly like that,” she murmured. You listened and stayed there. Her leg crossed over your back, and her heel pressed harder into your spine. She still worked above you, on her laptop, as your mouth worked between her thighs. She was breathing faster now. You sucked harder, Tonge flicking, circling her clit with your tongue. Your fingers now gripped her hips. 

The way her breathing hitched. The way her hips, despite herself, tilted up to meet your mouth. The way her thighs trembled, but you could tell she struggled to keep it discreet. The control she kept in her sights at all times was slipping, as you sat there, under the desk. It slipped away more and more with every soft hum you let out against her. 

“Right there,” she said sharply. “Don’t move.” Her thighs clamped your head, trapping you where she wanted you. You felt her finish right against your mouth, her body shuddering in a silent release. She held herself together, didn’t cry out, but you heard the tiniest gasp, felt the way she shook. 

You didn’t stop until she nudged you back with a shaky hand, her chest rising and falling faster than before. Her face was flushed, her heel slid down your back, resting there like a mark of possession. When you finally met her gaze, she was looking down at you, her hair was mussed now, her eyes were dark, and a barely there smirk. Her eyes were heavy. Your lips were slick with her. 

She brushed a strand of hair from your face, then tapped your cheek gently, her control settling slowly back into place. 

Her fingers lingered on your cheek, thumb grazing your slick mouth. “God,” she murmured, voice low, her breathing wasn’t steady yet. “Look at you.” You stayed there on your knees, as your heart pounded, watching her. 

“I just wanted to help.” You admitted it as if it were a secret. 

Kate nodded. “You did.” 

You hesitated a second, fingers absentmindedly brushing along the side of her calf, feeling the heat of her skin. “You should let me do that more often. When it all gets to be too much.” 

Kate’s head tilted, amused. But there was some kind of affection laced within it. She gently tugged at your hair, urging you forward, “Come here,” she said finally. You slid out from under the desk, your knees aching from the hard floor. She pulled you into a kiss, tasting herself on you. You sighed softly against her mouth, letting her have you. 

When she pulled back, her thumb traced your bottom lip, smearing the slickness there. “You’re so good,” she said quietly. “Always so good for me.” 

You smiled, leaning into her touch. “Only for you.”

[aleenuhs]

Over The Phone

Kate Lockwood x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, pillow humping, masturbation, dom kate sub reader, cursing, pet names, teasing

wc: 1.4K

send reqs, i would love to write more abt kate <3

Kate was away in Florida for business stuff that you didn’t keep up with because it didn’t pertain to you in any way. But you hated that she’d be gone for a week. When she told you that she’d be away for some time, you shook your head, thinking she was messing with you for sure. 

When she left, you sat back in the bed, not knowing what to do with yourself. You tried to work on your homework and go out with friends, but that was all short-lived. By Wednesday, you were so fucking bored. That’s why you called to “check in” around 12:20 AM. Around that time, she would probably still be awake, getting out of the shower. She liked being up at night; she claimed it was calming and easy. 

She didn’t pick up the first time, maybe she was asleep after all, you thought. You set your phone down beside you and lie there. 

Referring to this entire week she’d be gone, she told you not to touch yourself, not to even think about it. Kate knew that would drive you up the wall, but how could you listen to that? That was impossible. You didn’t want to disobey her, but you did. She wouldn’t find out anyway. You grabbed a pillow while you lay down on your stomach, then placed it between your legs and started to roll your hips, pressing down softly just to ease the ache, to hopefully feel something. You bit your lip and let out a quiet breath. It was no good without Kate. Your phone buzzed beside you, before you could even start to get off at the thought of your girlfriend. Kate's name flashed across the screen. It’s like she knew what you were up to. 

You scrambled up and threw the pillow onto the floor, then picked up your phone and answered the call. “Kate!” Your voice was weirdly high-pitched and more cheerful, probably the most it had been in days. Your fingers subconsciously drifted down your lower stomach, you imagined being caught by her, or imagining what she would do if she were with you right now. 

Kate smiled at your voice as she sat down on the bed, some papers scattered around in front of her. “I was having a shower, I didn’t see your first call,” she replied, underlining something on a paper. 

“Hm. Yeah, thats fine,” you smiled, moving your middle finger to your clit, a small whimper escaped your lips as you did so, you quickly tried to cover it up with a cough.  She heard that, but played it off. 

“How was class today? What did you do?” Kate asked, placing her phone down next to her and turning on the speaker. 

“It was okay, normal, boring. I went to this new coffee shop, over in SoHo.” You could feel the redness creeping up on your face, how Kate actually paid attention to what you did while she wasn’t around. “But it wasn’t really all that, I miss you and your coffee.” You whispered the last part of your sentence, laughing nervously, trying to keep your cool. At this point, you were trying to get off to her voice. You continued to pleasure yourself. 

“I miss you too; I’ll be there soon,” she said absentmindedly, thumbing through the papers on her lap. You could hear the faint rustle of them. Her voice was lower now, a little rougher. Maybe she fucking listened to the way your breath hitched. Suddenly, she paused, like she was listening. You knew her good enough to realize that that wasn't just a silence, it was suspicion. 

“You sound out of breath, why?” She remarked, the corner of her mouth lifting. She took a moment. ‘What exactly are you doing, sweetheart?”

Your breath hitched again, “Nothing.”

A longer pause. She could hear you. “You’re touching yourself.” That was more of a statement. 

You opened your mouth, and your first instinct was to lie, of course. You quickly shut up. 

“Didn’t I tell you not to?” Her voice was changed, and the warmth disappeared. “Did I not explicitly tell you not to touch yourself while Im gone?” She scoffed. 

You tried speaking, but nothing came to mind until you randomly blurted something out. “I didn’t forget. I just.. missed you. I couldn’t sleep.” You could hear her condescending laugh, it made your blood boil. “Kate, c’mon, I’ve been so bored.”

“I told you, and you didn’t listen.” 

“It was hard to listen to that.”

“That was the point.” 

You gulped, literally. “Kate…” 

“Put me on video, love.” Kate sighed. 

“What?” 

“FaceTime, right now.”

You hesitated, but your finger was already at the button when her face popped up on your screen, flushed from her bath and her damp hair tucked behind her ears— you felt caught. She tilted her head at you, “Show me.” 

You blinked slowly, “Show you what?” 

“Use your head, show me how far you got before you called me.” You shifted the phone, reluctantly aiming it downwards, just enough to grant her a look at the blanket you were under, your thighs still slightly trembling. “There you go.” You felt so damn embarrased, turned on and you didn’t know what was worse. “I’m going to tell you exactly what to do, and you will listen.” 

You nodded quickly. 

“You don’t get to come until I say.” 

You looked around, sighing. But ultimately listening. “Blanket off, I want to see.” 

Your cheeks burned as you pushed the blanket down; the cold air was insulting. Your thighs tensed instinctively, your hand hovered near your core, but not touching. You skillfully balenced your phone to give her a view that was a bit shaky, your legs were parted, your pussy was wet. She could see that. She was just staring. Kate exhaled quietly. “Christ. All of that? For me?” You nodded, you were too shaken to speak.

You were already so sensitive, and the sound of her voice was making everything way worse. You started to reach between your legs again, but she clocked it, fuck. “No.” She said as your hand froze, “You don't move unless I say to.” Nodding, you placed your hand elsewhere. “Spread your legs just a bit wider.” You could hear her adjusting slightly, her pushing the papers aside, the soft rustle of her robe. Some moments passed by before she spoke again, “Okay… just with two fingers, slow circles.” You listened, letting out a breathy moan as your fingers met your swollen clit, it was horrible for you, going that slow. But Kate’s eyes were glued to your every move. “Good.” She praised you softly, “Is this how you were touching yourself earlier, before I called back?”

For a moment, you looked at her, your breath catching in your throat. She was staring right at you, her gaze was intense, nearly possessive. You bit your lip as if to hold back what you were going to say, “I humped a pillow.” 

Kate laughed, amused. “Seriously? I nearly feel bad.” 

“Yes, Kate.” You gasped.

“Keep going, just a little faster now.” You moved a little faster, whining her name as your head tilted back into the pillow. You were so close already. “Don’t.” You whimpered, but your body wasn’t obeying. You tried so hard to hold back. “You got it, sweetie. Take what I give you.” 

When you got close, twice, she made you stop. Kate was touching herself now, and you knew it in the way her breaths were becoming shorter, heavier. Somehow her eyes never left yours, though. 

By the third time, tears entered your eyes. “Kate, please, Im sorry… please, it won’t— happen again.” She giggled at you. 

“Alright.” She let up, “rub your clit faster. Fuck yourself with your fingers too.” Listening, you did as she told you. You rubbed your clit, your hips jerked up, your moans got louder and more frequent. “That’s it.” 

That was it for you, and luckily, she let you come finally. “Come for me, baby.” 

That did it for you. You came with a cry, thighs shaking, mouth falling open as the pleasure was all-consuming. You kept on, fingers pumping slowly as you rode the high out. “Fuck.” You gasped. “Mh.. Kate.” 

Just listening to your moans and the lewd sounds your pussy made had Kate coming right after you,  you could hear her too, a muffled “fuck” falling from her lips. Broken. Kate let her head fall back, chest heaving. “Hell.” She whispered. 

Some silence passed, an oddly liberating silence. 

Kate spoke first. “I'll be home in three days,” She said, fixing herself. “I love you. Go get yourself some water, and change the sheets while you’re at it.” She smiled at the camera, you were still coming down. She was fine, but noticed your lack of response. “Are you going to say anything?” She said 

“Got it.” You held a thumbs-up, and she ended the call, leaving you there. 

[aleenuhs]

Always Working

pairing: Kate Lockwood x Fem!Reader

warnings: pet names, fingering (r receiving), porn w a lil bit of plot, biting, teasing, kate is lowk mean to you

wc: 1.7k

not proofread

Upper West Side

Manhattan, New York

It was around 3:30 in the afternoon, after all your classes ended, you decided that a walk to Trader Joe’s to pick up some groceries sounded nice. 

You didn’t get back home until 4:50, your left hand was holding the brown paper bag filled with some gummies, white chocolate, and other unnecessary items. And some flowers to put on the dining table for decoration. You walked into the apartment, taking off your headphones and pausing your music as you headed into the dining room. Upon walking in, your gaze averts from your phone to Kate, who was sitting at the table looking at her iPad, she was probably taking notes on something for work. She raised her head, just enough to look at the bag you’d placed on the table in front of her, “What did you get up to today?” She noticed the smile on your face, it was normal, but today you just seemed happy. Trader Joe’s was that good. 

“I went to class… studied for some time at the library. Then I went to Trader Joe’s.” You said, pointing to the bag, then reaching for it, pulling out some fruit gummies, and then placing the flowers on the table. “I’ll cut those sometime soon.” You added. 

“Sounds like you had fun at Trader Joe’s, didn’t you?” She slid the iPad away and grabbed the fruit gummies from where you placed them. She opens it and takes a few out. You nodded and grabbed them from her. You waited for something, literally anything. For her to say something else? You didn’t know. 

“It was nice.” Kate slid the iPad back in front of her and continued working, like she didn’t notice the pause; her gaze went focused, and her mind was elsewhere. You opened your mouth to speak, but quickly your lips turned to a flat line. “Can you like... stop working?” You crossed your arms. Kate looked up, nearly shrugging, but she stopped herself. You could see her hesitate, like she was actually thinking about it, choosing between the numbers and you, the look on your face. How your lips were slightly parted, face still a little flushed from the walk back. She looks up at you from where she is sitting. Her fingers paused above the screen.

“I have to finish this,” she said finally, no warmth, but not coldly either. Just calm. 

Quietly, you scoff, “You always have to finish something.”

Her eyes met yours, squinting a tiny bit. “The merger isn’t going to hold itself together, just because you’re feeling a bit ignored, love.” 

Your jaw clenched at that, you nervously shifted your weight onto one foot. You didn’t speak. Kate sighed lightly as if you were some kind of inconvenience. She finally placed the iPad down, her fingers still holding it like she wasn’t done with it. “Fine, what is it?” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “What is your deal?” 

You hesitated now, “I just missed you, that’s all. You’re always working.”

She tilted her head slightly, then stood up. “Oh, you miss me?” She said, almost mockingly. “Love, I'm in the same flat as you, not very far to miss now?”

Instead of speaking, you moved a bit too fast. Your hand found the hem of her sweater as your mouth pressed to hers. She tasted a bit like black tea. But, she didn’t fucking kiss you back, she just stood there, rigidly. She let you take from her, seeing what you would do when you needed something. A few moments of embarrassment later, she finally let her hands come up to your neck, one moving to your jaw, her thumb traced over your lip, a small smile came to her lips.“This it? Is that all? She whispered. “Are you trying to snog me in our dining room?” You swallowed hard when her fingers brushed your inner thigh. Your mouth still buzzed from the kiss she barely gave back. 

She shifted closer to you, slowly, controlled. Her heels clicked softly against the hardwood floor. Her hand moves again, now gripping your wrist. “Do you know how many zeros I was looking at before you walked in?” She asked, tilting her head. “Do you even know what a merger is? What it means for my company?” You didn't answer, well, because you didn’t know. Of course, you didn’t, Kate never told you the entire thing. When you did try to ask, she would tell you, “That's not for you to worry about.” 

Kate’s grip on your wrist wasn't painful, but it was commanding, like she just needed you to shut up. To think for once. She looked down, then moved away. She leaned against the table and put a hand up to her face, rubbing her forehead. She looked tired. You stepped back, just an inch, and you could tell she noticed it. “Sorry.”  Kate didn’t look up at you at first, and she exhaled. Her fingers curled against the table, then she looked at you. 

“That’s your response?” She said, “You come home, pick a fight, interrupt me from my work, kiss me like you’re desperate, and then get mad when I don’t immediately give it all up for you.” 

You just stared, thinking of what to say next. But she spoke up again. 

Her voice stayed quiet, she never raised it, not at you. “I’ve had other people look at me the way you just did, as if they deserve something.” She paused, “You think I give anything up that easily?” She pushed away from the table. You weren’t having the way she was talking to you now, the way she was just disregarding you, making you feel less than. 

“Well, I’m sorry I’m a normal person with normal feelings, who also wants to be close to her girlfriend.” You said, like a smartass. 

Kate didn't like that. She folded her arms, sizing you up now. “Jesus Christ. We live together. I fuck you. I pay for you to go fuck off around the city. Closeness isn’t the issue.” 

You sighed. Kate laughed. Her indifference made you want to rip the skin off your arms. “Can you just stop being a bitch for five minutes, and just be some form of nice?“ 

That made her pause, fully. “Excuse me?”  You didn’t take it back, you really couldn’t. The air shifted. She got closer. “You want me to stop being a bitch?” She was right near you, you could see the way she was looking you up and down. She smiled, that stupid, stupid shit eating grin. When you didn’t respond, she spoke as she backed you against the table now. “Take it off,” she motioned to your shirt. You rushed to take it off, her palm moved to your chest, cold and grounding. “You missed me that much, hm?” she muttered, taking note of every little thing about you in that moment.

Your eyes fluttered as you let her hands roam your skin, her nails dragging down your waist. She pushed your legs apart with her knee and stepped between them. She was still dressed in her black cashmere sweater and tailored trousers. You nodded. “Oh, love.” Kate sighed against your throat, “Maybe if you’d asked me nicely, I would’ve bent you over the table instead of humiliating you first.” She didn't wait for your reply, she didn’t need anything from you now. Her hand went to your neck, dragging her fingers through your hair. You didn’t push or pull away; you never did. She tilted your head back, leaned in, and kissed your neck. Her unoccupied hand slid down between your legs, slowly, teasingly. You gasped at the pressure, her skilled fingers were enough to make your knees buckle slightly. She pulled back. You whimpered. “Look at that.” She unbuttoned your pants and pushed them down just enough to give her access. She shook her head in disapproval, not quite satisfied. 

That wasn’t enough. She let go of you and backed up. “Take it all off.” You quickly got to undressing right in front of her while she watched you, as if you didn’t do it in a timely manner, she would probably walk away. Now, you stood before her, completely naked. You crossed your arms, almost as if you were trying to hide yourself from her because she was staring at you, saying nothing. “You’re staring.” You said quietly. You felt vulnerable. 

“Of course I am.” She looked you over. “Put your hands down.” She watched as you listened and did so, “That's better.” 

Her hand reached down between your legs. This time, she didn’t tease you; she pressed her thumb onto your clit and slid one finger inside you. You gasped and curled forward, your eyes turned from her to the floor below. “No, no, look at me.” You quickly looked at her. She took advantage of how slick you already were and slid a second finger in. You shifted your hips to find some kind of comfortable position while your hands propped you up on the table. Everything she did was enough to make you come, just like that, but you wanted it to last longer than just 5 minutes, after all, it’s what you came home wanting, it’s what you wanted all day. 

She curled her fingers against that spot, the one that made you all the more insane for her. Your left hand went to her shoulder. “Kate, fuck…” your voice was shaky and barely audible, you couldn’t contain the moan that interrupted you mid sentence. “Faster?...” You were literally pleading with her, now, she scoffed, bringing you closer. She gradually fastened her pace, her thumb still rubbing your clit, just to fuck with you even more. She sank her teeth into your shoulder and bit you. You flinched at that, but let her continue to mark you. 

Kate groaned into your ear, “You’re doing so good. Come on, let go.” She rubbed you, which got you shuddering and moaning even louder. You found yourself holding onto her, leaning against the table.

You came undone on her hand, she didn’t even blink. She let you fall apart right there, clinging to her. She stayed right there with you, she took out her fingers. Your head fell against her collarbone, you felt so empty then, while Kate just… Stood there, calmly. Your breath was still ragged, and your thighs still trembled. She turned around and walked toward the kitchen island like none of it ever happened. 

“You did well,” She said while pouring a glass of wine for herself, her voice lower. 

[aleenuhs]

Can you make a drabble where the reader asks Arthur for advice? The reader went through a difficult time and she would like to ask Arthur for help. You can do it platonically or romantically, I'd just like a little fluff with angst.

⋆Confide in Me

thank u anon. i am so sorry that i got back this really late, its been a whirlwind of things.

warnings: nun much just fluff and smidge of angst.

Lately you’d been down. Moping around camp and hardly carrying your own weight, so you were having a hard time needless to say.

Barley finishing your chores, your mind was filled with the negativity energy that clouded your judgement. Finding no time to be alone or without your thoughts for even a moment.

Nobody had noticed you and how you carried yourself for the last few days, well, most people in the gang had been out and about the land, hunting — robbing, stealing. Whatever they did outside of camp.

It felt so lonely but crowded at the same time, like you were a ghost in a room full of people.

Your life had been characterized by an overwhelming desire to escape, but a lack of direction harbored you. From your childhood till now, you wanted to leave, find a home. And even around these people who treated you so well, you felt lost. Arthur had tried talking to you, but you quickly ended it, shutting down any opportunity for him to ask if you were okay.

Arthur, had just came back from a hunting trip with the Charles, bringing back 2 deer carcasses.

You were sitting on a flipped over crate, which created something like a seat, which wasn’t to your comfort but you didn’t want to sit on the ground. You needed some kind of break, maybe even someone to confide in.

Arthur was at his tent, moving some stuff around, you looked at him, quickly looking away when his gaze turned back to you. A moment passed by and he kneeled next to you.

“Hey love,” he said, lowering his head to look at you, your gaze was locked to the floor and the blades of grass surrounding. Though it was hot out, the breeze felt nice.

You chose your words, and replied back. “Hi,” you said, barely audible, he had to strain to hear you.

“You doin’ alright there?” He said, still kneeling next you. You looked at him, you nodded, then took it back, shaking your head, tears threatening your eyes. His face contorted into a more worried expression, his hand went to your thigh. “Hey — what’s wrong?” He’d sensed something was up, the way you were hardly talking for the past few days, just finishing up chores. Which you didn’t like to do, but it was your distraction.

“I’ve…” You started, then retired as you could hardly find the words to express what you had been feeling for the longest. You and Arthur were no strangers, you knew him well and he knew you very well, and how he loves you is for eternity. But you could be closed off at times.

“I don’t know Arthur.” You spoke and his eyes looked sad as he looked at you. “I feel so alone, here.”

He brings you closer, taking you into his arms, now sitting on the ground with you in his arms, he slowly brushed your hair away from your face. “Whys that? Is someone making you feel that way?”

You immediately rejected that idea, as it was not true. “No, it’s not that Arthur. I don’t know how to explain it, I feel like I’m just free floating and nobody sees me here, I feel down. And it’s all coming back to me.” You shed a few tears, but you weren’t full fledged sobbing.

He nods, “Understood. Y’know, I see you. Always.” He said calmly, it comforted you like hell. “I’m here for you, come to me.”

“I know, but you’ve been gone for the time being. And I missed you so much.” You admitted.

“I can’t skip my chores or duties here, but if it’s somethin’ like this, I’ll try and stay here for you. You mean s’much to me, if I lost you I’d go mad.” He said stroking your hair. And at once, your problems weren’t gone, but you knew you had a solid rock to lean on. And it was Arthur.

“Yeah. Thank you, Arthur.” You looked up at him, he thumb reaches up to swipe a tear from your cheek, kissing your forehead.

a/n if u liked this pls req more, they’ll be open for a bit (check guidelines and info to see who and what I write for!)

[aleenuhs]

heyy can u write something where r and sadie are in valentine and then r gets hit on and sadie gets jealous

⋆ Still

thank u!

a/n: I’ve been so busy for the past week, this shouldn’t have taken so long, sorry 😅.

please ignore how rough this is.

You were sitting at the saloon’s bar, in Valentine. A bustling town with hardly any women, mostly men. It was a working town, a livestock town.

Pretty muddy too, which you hated, as well as when you could feel your boot sink slightly into the ground when you stood. Tonight, Sadie was sipping on her whiskey, scanning the room and swirling her drink in the bottle. The room was full of men, drunker than hell, though some sober ones were around.

Originally, she was just going to the general store, then you both found yourselves indulging in a few drinks at the Saloon. But now, you were bored, you’d tagged along to get a drink with Sadie, not sit in silence, so you resorted to watching the room with her.

There wasn’t much to talk about.

“Sadie,” you said softly but loud enough for her to hear.

She hummed and looked at you, she nods her head signaling that she hears you.

“When are we gonna go?” You asked.

“A bit, let me get one more bottle in.” She replied back and you nodded, you’d rather be in camp in the comfort of your tent.

Right next to you sat a man who was rather handsome, but you really only had eyes for Sadie. Seriously. He was drinking some kind of beer, his hand was covering the name. He looked up and looked at you, quickly you diverted your eyes to the bottles of liquor behind the bartender.

“What’s your name, darlin’?” The man spoke.

You stammered, you could feel Sadie staring right at you two, like she was testing to see if you were going to reply to his question. She hoped you wouldn’t.

But she included herself in the conversation either way.

“Ain’t got a name,” she replied for you as before you even opened your mouth. Your head snaps back at her, your gaze fitting in hers as she tilts her head at you.

“Didn’t ask you, lady.” He looked at Sadie, emphasizing his last word, then he looked back at you. “You can speak for yourself, no?”

Sadie takes your hand and tugs you from your seat, a bit forcefully. You two walked out. “He was just being nice Sadie, he saw me looking at him!” You exclaimed, not seeing past what the was really going for with you. You could tell by Sadie’s facial expression, that she was not having it. She lets go of your hand and inhales. Exhaling and speaking.

“You were looking at him?” She said straight forward, trying to hide the jealousy that exuded from her words.

You could only scoff.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” You said in a monotone voice and she looked offended.

“Jealous?” She repeated as if it were a sin to say. “Why were you looking at him?” She said, the jealousy now seeping through.

“Yes — I could see you eyeing the working girls while you looked around the room,” there was a huff of air from your mouth, “you’re kidding right, Sadie?”

“I was not.”

The way you were trying to crack Sadie down, the same way she was trying with you. How could you possibly be the only one, you could see it, in her eyes the way she was looking at those girls. But you didn’t say anything about it, and now because a man decided to talk to you, she drags you out the bar as a whole. You scoff and walk away to your horse. “I can’t stand in this mud anymore.”

Sadie bites her lip and clenches her fist, stomping her foot to the ground slightly before she walked after you. “Fine— honey. I am,” she admitted, and usually, Sadie was really stubborn and would not admit something like this. She always wanted to be right about something.

You looked back in shock, “are you now?” Surprisingly she looked sorry.

“I don’t like the way he was talking to you.” She spoke, putting her hand on the horses saddle as she looked at you. “At all.” When she says this, you nod. “He was hittin’ on you.”

“I know, Sadie. I know. But you know I love you.”

“I love you too.” She replied back.

[aleenuhs]

Ellie Williams by me.

This was from a bit ago, figured I should post something.

[aleenuhs]

Sadie adler x f!Reader but saide has been busy all week and the first thing they wanna do is each other :3

My Desire

Made with My Desire by Interpol in mind

thank u anon x

warnings: smut, pet names (darlin', honey, sweetie, and others), fingering and oral (r receiving), dirty talk, porn w a lil bit of plot, Sadie leaves marks on reader, slight choking, teasing, oral fixation

word count: 1K

not proof read been busy this week

You'd seen Sadie around camp, doing stuff and taking care of business, leaving for a day or two even. She'd been busy this whole week, leaving only a few words spoken between you two. She had hardly any time for you.

Other than that, you've been bored without her. Read a book, did some chores, bathed and slept, that was all it was for you. This time shed just gotten back from Valentine after she and Arthur went scouting to see if there was any opportunities for money or some kind of robbery. It was already night time.

You were sitting in you and Sadie's shared tent, reading a book. You looked up to see Sadie come into the tent and you smiled. "Sadie!" You got up and hugged her just as she tried to take off her jacket and hat.

"Someone missed me," she playfully chided, her accent was so sexy to you.

"I did." You smile, "not a single moment for me this at all this week, hm?" you said, leading her to the cot in the tent, discarding the book that was on the bed, you threw it onto the ground. Sadie took notice of how desperate you seemed for some kind of release, and she couldn't lie, she was too.

She laid you down on the cot and kissed you on the lips, the kisses were quick and sloppy, and no room for any kind of return, she kept you right under her. Her hand traveled to your neck, squeezing a bit to get a rise out of you, you struggled to smile. Your heart was beating at 100 mph, and your knees were weak, you felt so warm under her. Her nose was rubbing against your neck as she kissed it, she eventually left a hickey on your neck.

She was purposefully driving you insane.

"Why'd you ignore me yesterday?" She murmured those muffled words into your neck and your eyes opened.

"I- I was bit mad at you, you... You've been gone for a while," you managed to say. She hums and continues kissing and biting your skin.

Sadie wasted no time making you feel better after a week when she gave you absolutely nothing. Your hands were on her back, where your nails had dug in. Before you could say anything more, she briefly spoke again. "Take off these off."

Her tone was serious as she tugged at your clothing, her voice flat and emotionless this time. You hesitated, as it was sudden and random.

"S'matter, didn't hear me, princess? Take 'em off." She demanded, you listened this time and quickly unbuttoned your shirt, leaving your chest bare and exposed to the cold air.

Sadie gave you some room to slip it off, she started to work on your bottoms and you kicked them off, leaving you in your drawers, she takes those off too. She smiled seeing you naked, her hand comes up to your breast and kneads it, her finger swiping over your nipple, making you bite your lip.

She tosses the clothes onto the ground, then focusing back on you. You tugged her by her blue scarf, connecting your lips with hers in a haste.

She chuckles and pulls away, her fingers trailed to the heat between your thighs. Teasing your inner thighs before she ran her middle finger near your wetness. When you shuttered she laughed. "Sadie, please..." You whimpered out.

"Hm?" She tutted, and you grumbled at how cocky she was getting.

She runs her hand up and down your inner thigh, making you slightly angry how she was teasing you. "I need you, Sadie."

"Attagirl." She smiled, she lowers herself to your thighs and kisses your inner thighs, she licks your clit, making you grip the cot and groan. You could imagine the cocky smirk on her lips right now, her tongue circles your clit slowly. You wanted to urge Sadie to go faster, but Sadie took what she wanted, when she wanted it. There was no use in forcing her to go faster.

After a moment, she laughs and her arms come around your thighs and she buries herself in your cunt, as if this was her dinner.

"Sadie... sads..." You moan out the nickname you'd given her a while back. Your back arching against the cot, hands in her hair, grasping for literally anything at this point. Your thighs wanted to close, and you almost allowed it until her strong grip kept them open and you gave up.

All this built up frustration from this whole entire week, all coming down to this moment as she ate you out. You were already on edge, shaking and all. Your mouth filled with moans and whimpers that were spilling out one by one.

She pulls away to look up at you, since you were covering your mouth now, trying to muffle any noises that came out of your mouth. "Nope, don't." She grabs your wrist and takes it away. You jerk your hips and she smiles, "s'damn desperate." Sadie goes back to eating you out, the sounds of her circling, sucking and lapping at your clit played in the tent. You were more than sure that if anyone else was awake, they were hearing all of it.

She stops, comes back up near your face and you whined, using her fingers, she thrusts a finger into your cunt. She could see your pupils dilate as you looked up at her, those bleary eyes that made her so horny.

"Sadie!" You yelped, she added another finger, and you saw stars.

"Such a good girl, y'gonna cum for me?" She whispered in your ear dragging the syllables of her words and your cunt squeezed around her fingers, before you knew it, you were chasing your orgasm.

Her thumb rubbed your swollen clit, and you moaned loudly, your hand gripping her shoulder, the other gripping the sheets. Her fingers were slowly thrusting in and out of you, making you want to bite metal as you know she liked to see you flustered.

She could see you starting to unravel.

With that, you did, your eyes shut and you moaned and came. Your juices sinking into the mattress below and Sadie smiles, kissing your cheek. "Open up." She ordered, a finger tapped at your plump lips.

You allow her to stick her fingers into your mouth and by habit, you suck them, all while looking up at her. "Such a good girl f'me, honey, ain't cha?" You nod while sucking on her fingers, you were still looking at her. "You look s'cute like this, all suckin' on my fingers."

[aleenuhs]

heyyy can I request something where sadie and female r get into an argument, and sadie says something really hurtful that causes r to run away in tears. fluffy ending pls!

⋆Soft Spot

thank u xx

warnings: sadie is a bit toxic, she's rude to reader but then she makes up for it, fluff, crying, angst, slight cursing, reader referred to as "girl" and some other petnames, reader is sensitive, implied enemies to lovers

word count: 1.5k

Sadie wasn't one to know how to control her words and what they meant, so when she was angry, it was a different story. This time, you got the short end of the stick, and she was angry at you.

You, Sadie, John, and a few others had just gotten back from a botched bank mission and Sadie blamed you for the way it went, claiming that you screwed up your little act that John suggested you do as a distraction. You all had escaped just by a hair, the law was right on your guys's tails.

When you got back, she took you to your shared tent and sat you down, then paced around before she spoke, hand on her chin, face an angry red.

"You--" She spoke, her words cut short as she thought on how to word this. She was that angry to where she couldn't speak.

"I'm sorry Sadie, I didn't mean to mess up that bad..." You stammered, and she scoffed at your effort. Sometimes she could be so angry, so mean, but so lovable at the same time. She could love you, then be angry at you for days on end if you messed up.

But you got used to it as those lines blurred, you just walked on your tippy toes around her, in a worry that if you mess up, she'll leave.

"We asked one thing of ya', and you just had to screw that up too, huh?" She had a tone, one that indicated she could only progressively get worse from here on out. You sat there on the cot and watched her clench her fists and teeth, her breathing was rapid and her face flushed red. You looked down at your hands, then you could hear a sigh come out of her mouth. "Couldn't you have done better, no?" She asked, you hoped it was a rhetorical question because you were too afraid to respond.

"Answer me. Couldn't you have saved this from going to shit, girl?" She got closer to you, almost as if to speak down to you, like you were a child, like you meant nothing.

The truth was you tried, but it didn't work, and that's what really messed the job up. A man came up to you and started to get touchy feely with you when he heard your pleas for help outside the bank. You started to get scared, and ran inside, exposing what the others were doing.

"I... Yes, I could've." You blurted out, scared, holding yourself. Its like she was purposefully provoking you, to get a rise out of you.

Sadie clicked her tongue.

"Y'make me hurt," She murmured out and then cursed under her breath. "Go." She said louder this time, and you didn't budge.

"I'm sorry, I can make it up to you, please." You said almost silently but desperately, in order to make Sadie happy with you again, you sounded incredibly desperate, but it was all or nothing, and you couldn't loose her.

You realize that not even John was angry at you, and if he was, he wasn't this angry.

Maybe you were sensitive, as a little girl, that's what most people called you. Your father was a bit harder on you, and your mom didn't even try to discipline you. You were laughed at because of how easily you cried when being yelled at.

You had an incredibly easy-to-find soft spot, and every time it made you seem lesser than the person yelling at you.

It lead you to think that messing up was this horrible thing, all you could do was apologize and hope they wouldn't get angry at you. Hence this, you'd mentioned it to Sadie, and here she was.

When she realized you weren't moving, she got a bit more vocal. "Can't you hear me?" She said angrily, "I don't want you to act all fuckin' stupid and clueless like you usually are, go!" She yelled over your attempt to apologize, and you're sure that whoever was around heard it. How forceful it was, how it made your nose burn and tears enter your eyes, It wasn't a sob, they were silent tears. You angrily wiped them away, getting up and running off. You could feel someone staring at you as you ran out, and it was embarrassing.

You ran to the nearby river bank and sat down, hiding your face, sobbing loudly. Your tears dampening your pants as your legs came to your chest, the hot sun beating on your exposed neck, making you uncomfortable all around.

You loved Sadie so much, and you knew she loved you too, but it hurt to love her so much.

Meanwhile, Sadie sat on the cot, thinking about what she'd said to you. Thinking about it deeply. She remembered how scared you looked, and how you mentioned the treatment you were dealt when you were just a little girl.

You needed someone, and she felt like a jerk for not being that for you. For scolding you like like a bad dog. She could feel the anger washing off of her, being replaced with regret and hate for what she just did to you, how she yelled at you without a care in the world. What made her feel worse was how easily she could treat you like shit.

She got up and put on her brown hat and walked out in a search to find you and apologize to you.

After minutes of trying to find you, she sees you balled up, crying by the river bank. She stands over you, watching you for a moment before she kneels down and puts her hand on your shoulder, rubbing it ever so slightly.

"Darlin'," she speaks softly, a contrast from her usual voice.

You didn't dare look at her, not even move, you wiped away your tears, you can hear her start to speak but then retire. "I.. er, I'm sorry." She mumbled out, and you could tell she was trying, but not yet would you give it up to her.

"I jus' wanna hear ya.. please talk to me, honey." She sounded desperate, and at once, the tables were turned. She leans her head against your shoulder, slightly nudging you. "Can you just look at me, please?" She begged, a slight tremble in her words, but her accent still clearer than day.

You slowly rose your head from between your legs and looked up at her. It all hit her at once, she felt like the bad guy, like the shitty person. But you still didn't speak to her, instead you let her do the talking.

"Will you forgive me? I know I messed up real bad. I remember what you told me 'bout your parents- how they treated you."

"That man was getting weird with me and you still take it out on me, I don't know Sadie." You admitted, and she nodded seeing where her faults lie.

"Yeah. I know this ain't your fault, it never was." She put her hand behind your neck and brung you closer as you two sat on the grassy area, she stroked your hair, trying to soothe you, she could feel you shake a bit. Sadie never understood how hurtful her words could really be, until now. "m'too hard on you," she said softly, grabbing for your hand and taking it, rubbing your knuckles. "I need to learn to love you better."

You nod and look at her, your watery eyes clearing up, but it's not like you weren't still hurt by her words, that was a given. But the way she looked at you made your heart hurt, you knew she meant it. "Yeah," was all you could muster out.

"Come here," she said, her arms were open for you. "Please?" She watched as you look at her and hesitate for a moment before you hugged her. She pulled you into her lap and hugged you tightly. "I'm sorry." She repeated again.

"I know," you said, nodding.

"Can I kiss you?" She said, in an attempt to make you feel better.

You nod and the tears start to fall again, and you feel bad. She kisses your cheek and softly speaks, "don't cry." She reaches up and wipes away the tears that stained your cheeks, using her thumb to wipe them off your lips and she pulls you in so she can kiss you. You feel like a mess.

It made you feel slightly better, the way she was trying, and that was all it took. She hugged you like you were all she had, and really, you were. When you two first met, you couldn't stand her, and she couldn't stand you, but somehow it's what brought you two together. You don't exactly remember how she ended up loving you, but you knew she was the first to fall and since then, it's been a ride with her.

You do remember that you tripped her up one time after she took all your coffee beans, and another time you got her back by eating her food that was meant for her, and she got angry, but it made you happy to see her angry.

Now, you were in her arms and she was comforting you. Neither of you could ever imagine hating each other again, even when stuff like this happened.

[aleenuhs]

Arthur with someone who's unconventional attractive, like they don't fit the beauty standard but are pretty in their pwn way, Arthur loves the way they look, for the reader sometimes think they are ugly because no one else thinks they are pretty

⋆In His Eyes

thank u anon <3

warnings: insecure reader, crying, lil bit of angst, comfort, fluff

word count: 652

You always had felt like you weren't as pretty, and on top of that nobody ever told you if you were, it never repaired how you saw yourself. So you avoided mirrors and things that would show your reflection, avoided them like the plague.

You didn't wear what most people wore in your time, just some regular old pants and shirts. Arthur never understood what you felt, he always thought of you as the prettiest person he'd ever seen, and cannot fathom how you treat yourself because of your skewed idea on your own self image.

He noticed the extra precautions you took to avoid showing yourself to anyone, including him.

You looked into the mirror that he had for his shaving kit and sighed.

You walked over to the cot, sitting down and just thinking, you groaned and scooted further onto the cot, holding yourself.

The thought of being ugly haunted you, it wasn't what you wanted, for it wasn't anywhere near what you wanted. All you needed was to be pretty, to feel safe in your skin, to not be afraid. So when Arthur came around telling you how good looking you were, it felt as if you were a fraud, living some kind of lie, or that he was lying to you.

Arthur never lied about it.

Your eyes started to tear up and your face went emotionless, you wanted to hide away. You could feel your lip trembling and your breath hitch at a specific thought.

Oh, but the way Arthur looked at you, like he loved you so much, so easily, yet it took you everything to even love yourself. Maybe you don't deserve him, you kept thinking. The thought of it made your heart physically hurt. You broke and let out a silent sob.

Arthur was walking past his tent when he saw you on the cot, hiding your face. "Hey, hey now... what's wrong?" He immediately walked over to you and sat down next to you. You jumped at the sound of his voice, and his hands on you, you felt so lost looking into his eyes. And he wondered why you were crying.

"M'fine, Arthur." You quickly wiped away your tears and tried to force a smile, but your eyes avoided his gaze. His blueish green eyes looking right into yours. He gritted his teeth upon hearing you try and excuse it. He shook his head.

"No, you're not okay." When he said this, you cried. He hugged you and kept you close. He just let you cry in his arms.

"How can you even love me?" You cried out and he shook his head.

"'Cause who wouldn't, darlin'?" He said softly, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Have you seen me?" You struggled to say as you cried. He nods.

"Yes, I have, and you're beautiful."

It was some time until you stopped, and let the all consuming feeling of his touch consume you.

You sniffled a bit, and he hummed.

"You're everything in my eyes, nothing will ever change that. I want you to know that." He spoke quietly, carefully. "I hate the way you think you're not good enough, 'cause for me, you are everything."

His words soothed you, the way you knew he meant it, his eyes followed his emotions and his emotions followed his words.

He made you feel so much better. "Thank you, for that..." You hardly knew what to say, it was alleviating, the way he took care of you in every problem you had. It made it all fade away slowly, making you feel so much better. You kissed him, and he kissed you back. When you smile, he chuckled.

"There's the smile." He smiled back at you. Oh man, he made you a better person, he made you want to love yourself even with the imperfections that you were so hung up on.

He made it all better.

[aleenuhs]

Hi there! Could you please write some HC about Arthur being together w a reader who is much shorter than him? I just love size differences and I would love to see some insight for that <3

Arthur Morgan x Shorter Reader HCS

thank u!

this is such a cute idea omg.

• His Clothes on you. On occasion you will put on one of his shirts and its like a dress on you, he thinks its adorable seeing you in one of his white dress shirts. But his shirts are always missing, and he's fine with it.

• Cuddling. When you two are cuddling, he is sooo warm and when it gets cold, all you gotta do is snuggle him, it's like he's a personal heater. He also is def the big spoon (duhhh?), his arms wrapped around you while you're sound asleep. He's a bit scared that he'll crush you though, he moves around a lot in his sleep. Arthur loves when you sleep on top of him, and he likes to watch you sleep.

• Hand Sizes. The difference in yours guys's hands is criminal, his hand could crush yours, and in comparison his hand could make yours disappear in his. But the way your hands are so soft, and his are all rough and calloused make him happy. How could hands that kill be so soft with you, so careful?

• Physical contact. He cannot leave you alone, if he goes a day without seeing you, he goes insane, he wants you at all times. When you two are together he does not know how to leave you alone, he's like a curious kid when they see a dog. When you're in his lap, he can basically engulf your body. He loves to kiss your nose, or just kiss you in general

• Carrying. He can definitely pick you up and carry you around, those large arms of his were meant for you, to carry you around like a doll. Piggy back rides all day.

• Tippy toes. To kiss him is a lot of work, you have to use your tippy toes to try and kiss him, sometimes he'll purposefully ignore your pleas to pick you up and instead make you work for it. He'll give you little head kisses though. You have to sometimes grab his face and bring him down.

• Looking up at him. You literally have to almost break your neck to look up a him, and boy does he love it, he loves your eyes and the way they stare up at him. He thinks you're so adorable in every way.

[aleenuhs]

Hii!! i was wondering if you’re willing to write a 1914! jack marston x reader headcanons?? 💗

ꪆৎ 1914 Jack Marston Headcannons

Thank you anon! I appreciate this because It forces me to write about characters that I’m not too familiar with, so this is a little experimental, hope u like it <3

• He’s a lil shy, but also really affectionate with you, and not scared to show his love to you.

• Protects you like a guard dog. For sure. He’s lost a lot, and he’d be damned to lose you too.

• Takes you out riding when you both have time, you two always end up in a field of flowers— or somewhere calm where you both can enjoy yourselves.

• He will find you flowers, usually he sees them when he’s riding around. Then he’ll give them to you.

• His manners are good, he’s always kind to you and definitely knows how to treat a person correctly, especially you.

• Super understanding, if you’re ever sad or feeling down, he’ll sit down and talk even if he doesn’t quite understand it, he’ll always care for you. He’s also a bit opinionated.

• He’s selfless, always putting you first before anyone or anything. This goes back to how he protects you from anything that might be a harm to you. If you need it and he has it, he has no problem giving it up.

• Nervous. He gets nervously and flustered really easily, you make his face turn red as a tomato when you’re around. Boy, when you kiss him, the blush never leaves. He never thought that a person could have such a hold over him.

a/n if u enjoyed that pls req more!

[aleenuhs]

Hi I saw you wanted requests. Could you write something fluffy with Sadie? Maybe she takes you out riding or just a lazy morning with her. Just something cute she deserves ittt👉🏻👈🏻

☼ A Morning With Sadie

warnings: nothing, just fluff, suggestive undertones, reader gets jealous

word count: 1K

paring: Sadie Adler (1907) x Fem!Reader

enjoy xx

For once, it felt nice to sleep in a bed, in a room, under sheets. Your eyes fluttered open, and the bright sunlight from outside cascaded through the window, it was already starting to get warmer. You could hear the soft snores of Sadie beside you as she still remained sleeping peacefully. Now, she looked so relaxed and calm as she slept.

But you just had to wake her up.

Rolling over to her side of the bed, you lean to her ear and whisper, "Time to wake up."

You brushed your hair from your face and looked at her as she stirred awake. When you moved against her slightly, she woke up. Her gaze was glued to you. Making sure you were okay. She wasn't the heaviest sleeper, in fact, it was sometimes rare that she got any sleep at all. But when she was with you, she slept like a baby.

Meanwhile, you always slept well knowing that Sadie was beside you, throughout the night.

"Good mornin'," Sadie smiled lazily at you, reaching toward you and brushing a strand of hair from your face that fell when you moved. Her raspy morning voice played like a song in your ears.

"Good morning," you replied back to her.

A sigh came from her lips and you smiled, "How about we stay in bed for a lil' while longer?" You suggest, but she shakes her head.

"We have stuff to do, darlin', can't just lay here all morning." She playfully chided you as you rubbed her arm, you could feel her flex slightly as you did so, and she leaned over to you and kissed your neck before getting up. But you pull her back down to you.

"Sadie," you dragged the last syllable of her name and sighed, she was sitting on the bed now, looking right at you. She lays back down and brings you closer, her fingers running up and down your back. "Sadie, please?" you repeat desperate.

"You always get your way, you should be glad you're so cute." She laughed. "For that, we'll stay here a bit longer."

You giggled and hugged her, her hand moved to your waist and squeezed. Before you know it, you're resting on top of her, looking out at the window. You both had gotten a room in the Saint-Denis Saloon, looking for a good night's rest, some drinks, and food to hold you both over.

Sadie rubs her arm. "You sore?" you murmured to her and she smiled, remembering last night. She nods.

"Of course, you wore me out, girl." She jokes, but it is true, you wore her out. And damn it was fun.

"Good!" You said playfully, you quickly left a peck on her cheek. "Ugh, hotel beds are usually shitty, but this one feels better." You smile and let out a chuckle, moving back to your side of the bed and yawning, both of your legs wrapped in blankets. Sadie still reached out to hold you.

"Oh I wasn't complainin' sweetheart," She leaned over you and peppered kisses all over your face, "give me a chance to wear you out too. You'll be stationary fa' the next few days."

You looked at her, "who says? I'm strong!" You joked, knowing that if you even gave Sadie the chance, her words would be marked true.

Neither of you we're counting the minutes, seconds, or hours, just enjoying each other. You just knew it would have to end soon as she had to get up.

For some reason, you're immediately brought back to the time that Sadie attempted to gift you some flowers, your favorites, Dandelions, which she went out of her way to pick when she was riding back to Beecher's Hope. Using the flower press that Abagail had, and you keep a singular flower in a book.

Her nails softly hovered over your skin as she looked up at the ceiling, as if she were in deep thought. She starts to hum a little, just softly, but enough to put you at more of an ease. Her presence was enough for you to feel safe, protected from the whole world that was full of bad and evil, she somehow made a home out of herself, all for you.

Sadie buried her face in your neck, her soft breathing tickled you.

A soft chuckle comes from her. "Remember when you were runnin' from Rufus, when you first met him? That darn dog." She smiled to herself, recalling when you were at Beecher's Hope for the first time and Jacks dog came running up to you and you got scared and ran from it.

"Not my best moment, Sadie." You replied, still a bit embarrassed that you ran from a dog, when you'd definitely encountered worse than that cute dog.

She laughs and kisses your neck.

You wondered how much longer you and Sadie were going to stay in bed, after all, she did have a job as a bounty hunter, which she eventually had to tend to at some point today.

That involved riding to the police station and picking up a bounty, you dreaded it, but you followed her around everywhere, what else was there to do? Sometimes, you would stay with John, Abagail, Jack, and Uncle when Sadie wasn't sure how safe she could keep you if she brought you along on one of her bounties. Especially the really heavy ones.

When she took on the higher paying bounties, she was sent out with another woman, which she worked well with, very well. You remembered meeting the woman, they’d both promised to keep each other safe. You never really batted an eye at it, maybe it was just the jealously, you knew Sadie was loyal to you.

She loved you, that much was clear to you. Though, it felt like you both spent more time apart than together, so a morning after a night like last night, it was entirely was a blessing to you both.

[aleenuhs]

Arthur comforting crying/ upset reader

𖦹 Always Here

thank u anon <3

word count: 1,099

paring: Arthur x GN!reader

a lil bit of angst if u will.

You had accompanied Arthur, Charles, and Sadie on an outing to Saint Denis, to go play some poker at the Saloon.

Sadie had forced you to go, though you'd wanted to stay at camp finishing up your chores for the night.

But you went.

It was crowded and stuffy in the room, sitting across from the table they were playing at, eating some of the beef jerky you had in your pocket. A bit bored, you looked at the people in the room just watching, careful not to stare because people were easily offended by the gaze of another human being.

Arthur and the others were fully engrossed in their gameplay, which you'd opted out of cause you never understood it, or liked it for that matter. You wanted to go back to camp, not be here with a bunch of drunk men and working girls.

Your eyes fluttered, through all the noise, you somehow fell asleep for a bit.

When you woke back up, you were still sitting in the same chair. Surprisingly, you weren't robbed or anything bad.

You looked around the room again, spotting the table that Arthur, Charles and Sadie were once playing at, and they weren't there. Your heart rate immediately spiked, had they left without you?

You sprung up from the chair that you were sitting at and walked outside to see if they were out there, no clue where they'd went from the time you were awake, till now, not to mention, how long had you been asleep?

You walked around, in search for any of them, and no luck.

You knew Shady belle was within walking distance from where you were, but it was dangerous. And you didn't have your horse, so you couldn't ride back. The worst part was that they'd forgotten all about you, Sadie and Charles. But worst of all, Arthur had forgotten. It made you slightly angry that your own significant other would do such a thing. You walked up to a random person, who you saw had a pocket watch.

"Mister?" You spoke quietly, tapping him on the shoulder.

The man looked you up and down, before nodding.

"You know what time it is?"

"1:20."

Your eyes widened, "1:20, thank you." You repeated before walking off, damn it was late.

No stagecoaches were out at this time of night. What could you even do?

You walked around for a moment before you were met with a overwhelming urge to just walk all the way back to Shady Belle.

So you did. Holding yourself, as it was cold, you walked all the way back, shivering slightly. The tears left your eyes, but you didn't sob, no, they were silent tears.

When you arrived after 30 minutes of walking, you immediately walked into the house and went up to Arthurs room and stood before the bed, watching him sleep. he woke up to you. You looked wrecked, tear stained cheeks and bleary eyes, he could hardly see with just the small lantern lighting up the room.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up next to you. "Why aren't you in bed?" He asked, obliviously, maybe he was drunk.

You wanted to yell at him, but instead your words came out in a soft tone. "You left me, Arthur."

His eyes went back to their cold gaze. "Huh?"

"What is not to understand, Arthur? You left me at the saloon in Saint Denis!" Your words were more charged now, but not exactly yelling, just a bit more angry you felt.

"Jesus... Im sorry, I didn't mean to- er.. Leave you there darlin'." His eyes widening after he realized just what he had did. He gets up and puts his hands on your shoulders, and with this. You start to cry.

You don't even lift your head up to look at him, you play with your fingers.

His eyes fixed on how broken you looked, tears streaming down your face, he hardly knew what to do.

"I am so sorry." He speaks, almost silent. He brings you in, hugging you tightly, his big arms wrapped around you made you feel slightly better. But not entirely.

"I had to walk here, Arthur." You murmured.

His breath hitched. "Nobody... did anythin' to you, right?" He would curse himself if you said yes, but luckily, you shook your head. He sighed a breath of relief. "Good, but I truly am sorry, that I left you there, that we left you there."

You didn't respond, the tears still falling from your eyes. His warmth surrounds you, almost overheating your body. "Arthur promise me this won't happen again."

He looked at you, "I promise to try, I never intended for this to happen." He notices your lip trembling, he brings you even closer. "C'mere." He lays down on the bed signaling for you to join him there.

You hesitate for a moment, but end up laying right next to him, you nuzzled yourself right into his neck and sighed deeply. His calloused hand reached up to your face, fingers on your chin. "Look at me, darlin." He spoke softly, a difference in his voice, the voice that was usually brash and loud was somehow comforting you as you cried. "I love you, so much."

A smile reached your lips when he told you that. "I love you too."

"I will always be here for you, I can't believe I let myself do what I did back there." He admits. "I'm sure Sadie and Charles meant no harm by it as well."

You nod, knowing that there was no mailce behind this.

His hand runs up and down your back, soothing you, calming you down, taking away all your worries. He adjusted you, making sure that you were more than comfortable with him. He just held you.

At once, you were just sniffling, no more tears to shed. He had calmed you down, one of the only people who could.

He was truly the definition of duality, he could go from brutal to plain out kind and caring, and it was all for you. Everything he did, was for you, so you didn't have to worry. You could imagine that he was still constantly cursing himself now that he'd left you at the saloon, then walk all the way back to Shady Belle by yourself.

But now that you were safe in his arms, all those worries went away. "Shhh, shh. Rest, you can sleep now." He cooed, rubbing your neck and placing kisses on your forehead and nose.

You fell asleep shortly after.

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Helping Arthur release some tension after his right arm got injured in a gunfight. He’s been grumpy and stuck at camp; he could use a helping hand. 🤭

ᯓ★ A Helping Hand

I love this little idea, thanks anon!

warnings & tags: smut (p in v), fluff, nudity, afab!reader/fem!reader, Arthur is a lil angry, mentions of injury, established relationship, pet names, gendered language (she/her, reference to reader)

word count: 1,157

Arthur was starting to get hysterical due to his current situation. He got injured on his right arm, which he used in everyday life, especially when it came to using his guns and crafting.

The more hours he stayed in camp, he wished to be out and doing what he does best. Not that he avoided camp, or maybe he did, but he was there because that's where you were.

"I said I'm fine," he demanded, looking up at you from where he lay on the cot, your eyes wandered to the wrap on his arm, just staring.

"Let me at least get you some coffee, please?" You spoke, and Arthur didn't protest, so you assumed that it was what he wanted. "Good." You grabbed the little mug from his side table. Soon you came back with the mug and some coffee in it. Arthur sat up and took the small mug from you.

"Thank you," he said in almost a murmur. "I ain't want ta ask you for much, sweetie. I know you have stuff that you have to do 'round here."

You frowned a bit, "I finished all my chores, and Ms. Grimshaw said it was fine, don't act like it's a burden, Arthur, when it's not. I love you okay?" You smiled again, sitting beside him, resting your head on his left shoulder, he used his injured arm to swipe a few hairs away from your face.

"A'right then, I love you too," He said to you.

"How does your arm feel?"

"Fine, I want to get back out there." He said with slight desperation in his voice, his eyes bored to the house's walls. You grin.

"Arthur, you need rest." You say placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Remember how I said I was fine? Yea' I meant it." He said, with a little sass in his tone, making you giggle.

"Go tell mister Dutch that," You replied in a murmur but an even sassier tone than his one previously.

"What'd you say?" He said, not catching whatever you just said.

"Nothing." His eyes snap to your expression, and the shrug that crept onto your shoulders. He placed the mug down on the side table.

"Don't do that now..." He looked at you, "what did you say?" You can only giggle at how he yearns to know what you said, suddenly you're right under him, he manhandled you under him and you're still laughing at him. "Guess I'm gonna have to get it outta you one way or the other." He began to tickle you, knowing exactly where to get you, your tummy.

"Hey!" You said suddenly, "No not this right now!"

"Tell me!" He persisted in tickling you, and you were trying to fight back without hurting his arm even more, but you weren't going to win this at all so you sighed heavily.

"I told you to go tell Mister Dutch what you'd said!" You uttered fast and Arthur let go of you, both of you breathing hard, the little tears in your eyes from how much you felt vulnerable while being tickled went away.

"Did'ya now?" He had a smug look on his face, "I just might." You nodded when he said that.

A minute of silence fell into the air between you two, his body on top of yours, careful not to squish you, he stares longingly into your eyes and smiles. "But I wanna stay here with my sweet girl." He kissed you before you could even respond, both of your guys' lips smashing together, he lays himself down next to you bringing you closer. The little squeaks of the bed as you two moved on it filled the air. Your body shifted on top of his, you smiled down at him and he chuckled.

"Whatcha gonna do?" he playfully chided, you looked a bit lost. A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, and you brought your head down to kiss his neck. His warm hands slithered up your legs and stayed on your hips as he kissed you back, your skirt was riding up your thighs and Arthur smiled.

You got up and slid off your underwear and then got back onto the cot, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. You balanced yourself above his hips, he stared up at you and smiled, your clit dragged against his tip, he groaned a bit, Arthur reached down to his cock, rubbing it against your wetness, making your hips falter a bit. He pushes his cock right into your entrance. A moan escaped your lips, hands finding his chest and applying a bit of pressure as you rode him. His cock stretched you out, and boy did it feel good. "Mhm, such a good girl fa' me..." He put his hands on your hips, slightly guiding them to move even faster.

The room was filled with the sounds of his grunts and your moans, the sounds of skin slapping together. "Fuck.." you moan when his cock hits your g-spot. Your knees already weak, he feels you starting to give up, he assists your efforts by bucking himself up into you. The only other time you've felt the burning sensation in your thighs is when you're riding your horse, but this felt good.

You lean down and kiss him some more, they were sloppy kisses but he took them gladly, you still rolled your hips.

"Takin me so well." He used his left hand to rub your clit, taking you completely over the edge, making you moan even louder. He needed you so bad, he was full of tension and pent up energy from everything. He'd been wanting to fuck you for a long time, a while, he watched you walk around camp talking to everyone as he was supposed to be resting and taking it easy, he would sit near the fire drinking, smoking or cleaning his guns.

He always thought of you, he needed you, what a man you'd made him.

Now, he started to rut faster into you, not taking it easy at all.

"Arthur--" You groaned out in pure pleasure, his rough hands caressed your soft skin, the hands that killed and strangled people, they were so soft to you, they pleasured you.

"Alright there, princess?" He checked on you and you nodded as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. Your cheeks were red and you could feel your cunt clench around him, you were both close, his hands brung you down even harder on him. "Y'gonna cum, girl?" He used his finger to tilt your chin up to look at him as you came. "Look at me." He demanded.

When your orgasm hit, you shook and moaned out his name. He came shortly after you.

"God-" You cried out in pleasure, "oh my..."

Arthur whimpered a bit, before he held onto you. grasping at your shoulders to keep himself grounded.

"Damn, you did so good for me..." he praised you.

"I did?" You smiled up at him as you laid there on top of his chest. \

"Sure did." He hugged you.

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Her Carhartt’s (Modern Sadie Adler x Fem!Reader)

Note: this idea came to me due to a friend of mine calling me a Carhartt warrior a few days back, what can I say? I love dressing like a lil blue collar worker.

Sypnosis: Sadie loves Carhartt, the jeans, the beanies, jackets and everything else. You, on the other hand, you don't really wear anything of the brand, expect for their beanies. You steal a hoodie, adorned with wear and tear, it was hers for sure. When Sadie comes back into your guys' shared room, she stands shocked.

tags: established relationship, fluff, smut, aftercare

word count: 1.5k

warnings: fluff, smut w/aftercare, Sadie calls reader “girl” and other pet names, fingering (r!receiving), cuddling and kissing (all that stuff), Sadie gets a bit determined, lmk if more.

proofread? sorta..

Where you and Sadie lived, it often got cold, but Sadie kept the windows open in the house, sometimes even leaving the AC on during the night. Meanwhile, you shivered, teeth chattering and all. But you didn't mention a word of it to Sadie, as it wasn't that horrible, maybe you were overreacting.

Oh, but one day, it got cold, you turned on the heater while Sadie was away in the kitchen, then sat down on the couch, curled up watching your favorite movie. You refused to dress in more warm clothing as it would worsen things, you'd get way to hot and uncomfortable for your liking. So you resorted to trying to make your apartment warm.

Sadie walked out of the kitchen, using her hand as a fan.

"It's hot in here, Jesus." She walks over to the thermostat and turns it down to 50 degrees, previously 75, then walking away into the bathroom before you could mutter a single word and tell her to turn it back up.

You sigh. Your girlfriend was somehow always hot all the time, never cold, she just ran hot.

Upon turning off the TV, you stand up from your place on the couch and walk over to you and Sadies shared room. In a search for something to keep you warm, you sift through Sadies side of the closet, finding a jacket that you knew would keep you warm, her Carhartt hoodie in grey, little rips and tears, some discolored parts of the jacket, but that was what made it perfect. You slip it over your shirt, then Sadie comes out of the bathroom. Her head was tilted down, looking at her phone, then eventually she looks up to see you in the closet.

"And what're you doin' in my side of the closet, girl?" Sadie saw you putting the hanger back on the rack, and you let on a small smile, turning your body toward her.

"Just warming myself up," you reply back.

"You're cold?" She pauses, after seeing that you were wearing her hoodie. "Oh?"

"Hm?" You questioned, wondering why she suddenly had paused. Sadie knew you liked to wear her stuff, sometimes, and it was mostly her shirts, but never that jacket. Sadie let on a small chuckle.

"You're wearin' my work hoodie, honey."

"Oh I know," You smiled and smiled back.

"Looks good on you, maybe you should keep it, gives me an excuse to go buy a new one, for myself.” She joked and sat down on the bed, crossing her leg over the other.

“I’m good. I know you like this one, Sadie.”

“Speaking of that, I was fixing to buy a new one anyway.” She sees you let a huff of air out.

“That’s what you’re gonna spend like, half of your paycheck on, babe?” You said, and she was already scrolling through the Carhartt site. “Guess so.” You replied to yourself. You sit down next to her as she laid there scrolling through the website, she was focused on looking to buy something new, you let out a little whine, asking for attention.

“C’mere.” She hears you, when you lay down she brings you closer. Sadie sucks in a breath and puts her head back down near your neck and bites a little, making a shock go down your spine. She steadies you when she feels you writhe against her. “Look s’cute in my hoodie..”

You let on a small laugh and a smile picks at the corners of your lips and then you go in to kiss her, snuggling even closer to her body. “I love you,” you say as she peppers kisses to your neck. Your heartbeat quickening.

“I love you too honey.” She keeps going and all you could do was smile, your hands resting on her head, playing with her braid. She sucks a little, which you could imagine would leave a hickey on your collarbone. Sadie and you hadn’t had much time together since the start of her new job in construction. Her calloused hands ran up under the hoodie, feeling over your bare skin, rubbing your waist. “My girl.”

You can feel the rush in your stomach, there was no returning now, things could only go up from here. The familiar feeling of Sadies hair against your skin, and her lips kissing yours. It was never a foreign feeling.

Sadie starts to grab you more aggressively, bringing her hands up to your shoulders, forcing your back to be faced down on the bed, she straddles you, your frame pinned to the bed, her on top of you, a sensation of heat radiating from Sadie. Both of your lips connect in a heavy haste of love. “Sadie,” you pull back from her, out of breath already. Sadie doesn’t respond she was very into you. You repeated breathily, "Sadie?"

“Mm?” She mumbled, placing kisses all over your face and neck.

“Sadie it’s getting hot—” the words tumble out of your mouth, Sadie grumbled lowly and raised her head from you and took off the hoodie. Throwing it to the side of the bed and then taking off your shirt, leaving you in a bra. The cool air hitting you, quickly cooling you down.

She leaves a few hickeys on your chest.

Grasping at Sadie’s tank top, you fumbled with your hands to take it off her body. “I need you.” Sadie said sounding desperate and sexually frustrated, she took off your bottoms, another article of clothing on the floor, discarded from both you and Sadie's bodies. Her hand reaches down to the heat that was pooling between your thighs and you swear to god you flinched, not because you were scared but because of how gentle she was with it, hence the slight rush in actions that she was exhibiting beforehand.

She needed me? How horrible was her work week? You thought, the desperation was visible, no it was right there in her actions.

Your skin started to heat up, you could feel the blush rushing to your cheeks. At first, Sadie rubs your clit through your panties, her thumb slowly circling the wetness that collected in your panties from just Sadie kissing you, and teasing you.

Sadie moves to lay down beside you, fixing herself, her hand moves back down to your abdomen, then stoping at the hem of your panties, taking them off. Your eyes were just watching the blondes every move, then flicking back up to her eyes. You felt so much smaller than her, she always took control and you did not complain at all.

She slips a finger into your wetness, a moan almost slipped from your mouth, but you caught it and bit your lip while looking at her, your hand gripping at her arm and Sadie smiles at you, watching your face and the way you held back your whimpers.

"Don't hide those pretty noises now, girl." She says and you listen. And in one movement she buried a finger into your cunt, pumping it ever so slightly, as if to tease you, like she always loved to do.

"Christ. Sadie.." You felt so good, your fingers trembled as they held onto her.

"S'worked up already, aren't you?" She said playfully, and all you could do was nod. She added another finger, stretching you out. A hint of pain rushed through you but it was quickly replaced with the feeling of pleasure running through your nerves. Your fingernails dug into her arm muscles, Sadie laughs. A moan finally escapes your lips and Sadie swears her ears were blessed. "Good girl," she drags the last syllable of the word, her voice raspy, a predatory gleam flashes through her eyes. She rests her head under your jaw, watching her fingers disappear and reappear each time she thrusted her fingers in you.

The sounds of the wetness between your thighs only seemed to get louder, and Sadie enjoyed it. She removed her head from under your jaw and placed her lips on yours, your little efforts paused for the moment as she lazily kissed you.

You could feel yourself getting there, to that point that you could hardly reach all by yourself when Sadie wasn't there to help you release, to make you feel alright. You chased your high.

Your thighs came together, but Sadie pulled away and used her hand to keep them open, "Nope-- keep 'em like this sweetie."

"But.." You retired, ending your sentence right as it started.

"But what honey?" She playfully chides.

"Nothing."

She continued, and finally, you reached that point. Your sweet juices spilled out, Sadie smiles again. "Come for me, jus' like that. My oh my..”

She watches as you hide your face in her neck and your body shakes against her. Her hand comes to her own mouth and licks the juices off her fingers, groaning a sweet hum at the taste. "All this for me? Such a good girl for me."

When you finally come down, you look Sadie in the eyes through your lashes, half lidded and your breath still shaky.

"How was that?" Sadie pulls away, revealing your face.

"That felt... really good, Sadie." You spoke.

"Im glad. Let me take care of you." She gets up, leaving you there resting on the bed, she walks to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water, she comes back into the room. "Drink up, lemme run ya a bath now." She went into the bathroom and turned on the warm water for you.

You rubbed your thighs together, an ache between them even after she finished with you. You could hear the water running, she comes back into the room. "Thank you Sadie, is there- anything I could do for you?" You ask and she giggled, shaking her head.

"I need to make sure you're okay." She helps you up and takes you to the bathroom, you wait for the water to fill the bath tub in front of you. She places a kiss to your head, "I love you, 'kay?"

"I love you too, so much." You smile proudly at her.

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